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Krystal & Sauria © Nintendo, RARE etc.
Renamon © Toei, Bandai, etc.
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Drudgegut & McHornyberries© Yawg
Kra'Kok © SavageShark
Ke'Rokk © StogieGoartArts
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All depicted characters are of Mental and Physical Age of Consent
Note: This is a standalone story unconnected to any other Star Fox stories I've written
In Service of Sauria
Krystal piloted the grey Cornerian shuttlecraft through the skies over Sauria. The sun began to set over the horizon, turning the scene to a vibrant sea of reds, oranges, and purples as twilight approached. A few HighTop dinosaurs paused in their grazing to admire another peaceful day end.
"Seems pretty quiet down there," noted the blue-furred vixen. Her cerulean eyes switched from the ship's controls to gaze out the cockpit window over the lush jungle canopy below. "I don't see any signs of a 'world-shaking-catastrophe'."
"Just be careful, okay, Krystal," advised the orange vulpine on the console's communication screen. The tod seemed uncharacteristically uneasy.
"Oh, Fox! You're such a worrywart!" she tittered in reply. "I'm more than capable of handling things." Krystal finished by giving him a wink and small air-kiss.
"I still don't like it. Why did they only ask for you?" her blushing captain queried.
She answered with a shrug. "Who knows? Maybe there's another problem with the Krazoa Spirits?" she offered. Her scanners beeped that thevessel had reached its destination.
The vixen murred as she banked along the tree line. She would have preferred taking the CloudRunner for this mission. If things were as dire as Pepper claimed, she would need the speed, maneuverability, and firepower of her trusted Arwing. "Dammit, Jenny," she mentally groused. "Give Slippy's hips one night off so he can fix my girl. That's all I'm asking!"
The vulpine pilot slowed to a cruising speed. Through the foliage she spotted a small encampment of huts around a grey-bricked structure. "A temple? Or shrine? Out here?" her curiosity was piqued. She also noticed a clearing about a mile away. "Tight fit, but this IS an emergency..." she thought.
"Beginning landing sequence," she spoke aloud. She turned back to Fox. "Sorry, lover-boy. Need to break off." She switched off the communicator screen, so her attention was completely focused on the task at hand. The shuttle came to a complete stop and hovered in place over the clearing. It slowly descended for a precision landing. Krystal kept a steady hand on the controls, making sure not to get any branches or vines clogged in the intake.
"Perhaps he's right," a husky, feminine voice piped up. Krystal paused as a small, golden-furred vixen in a purple, form-fitting flight suit shimmied into view atop her dashboard. "You probably shouldn't be doing this alone."
Krystal smirked and rolled her eyes. "Really, Renamon? Even you?" she snarked. The blue-furred vulpine flipped a few switches and the bulky ship's landing gear folded out from underneath. "This wouldn't have anything to do with the fact I'll be around with a bunch of muscle-bound, sweaty, half-naked dino-men and women, would it?" she teased.
The small hologram blushed and swished her thick, fluffy tail from side-to-side. "I... I can't imagine what you're talking about, Krystal!" Renamon stammered.
The other vixen let out a full laugh this time. Ever since her friend's little sojourn across the planet, Krystal noticed the Great Fox's resident AI taking a greater interest in reptilian members of the opposite sex. "Okay, if it'll make you and Fox relax, I'll keep the emergency beacon set," she said reassuringly. She reached under her seat and pulled out a small, silver device. "AND I'll carry one of your hard-light transmitters. If things get dicey, I'll bring you in right away. Fair enough?"
A smile crossed the golden vulpine's pointed muzzle. She folded her hands in front of her voluptuous chest and bowed. "Be safe, my friend. I will do my best to keep our captain... occupied until you return." Renamon's tiny form then dissipated in a sprinkle of green pixels.
Krystal sighed. A small tremor rippled through the shuttle as it touched down on Saurian soil. The vixen pressed a few buttons in front of her and the ship's systems shut off. She made sure to flip one switch on the console and a small overhead light started pulsing red. "Give it a few hours. Fox and Rena should be done their first round by then. Afterwards, I'll call in the calvary," she noted to herself. She unbuckled her harness and left the cockpit.
A loud hiss issued from the rear of the craft as the loading plank folded outward. Krystal walked down the metal ramp onto the grassy field. The statuesque vixen chirred and stretched. Her curves strained inside the blue-and-black flight suit clinging to her hourglass frame. A silver tiara encircled her forehead while a few gold braids hung from her short, dark-blue head-fur. A few small gold earrings notched her pointed ears. Her thick, bushy tail was sectioned off by several intricately carved gold bands. A matching choker was wrapped around her neck.
Krystal slipped Renamon's hard-light emitter into one of the pouches of the silver belt hanging lopsided from her flared hips and looked around. Nothing but dense foliage as far as she could see. She lifted her wrist to her face and pressed a concealed button. A small holographic map blipped into view. She wasn't expecting a welcoming committee, but still, the foxy woman had no idea what she was expected to do here. Worse, night was approaching fast. She switched off her map and withdrew a golden rod from the holster on her right thigh. It quickly telescoped into her Cerinian staff. The tip pulsed with a warm, bright light. As cocky as she could be, even Krystal knew better than to be traipsing through SharpClaw territory in the dark.
She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. Her ears twitched with the sound of the surrounding jungle. Most of the locals had settled down for the night. There was the occasional buzz of insects and night birds, but otherwise nothing. Her black nose flared as the scent of warm air and damp vegetation filled her lungs. She also detected the smoky scent of cooking food wafting on the breeze. The vixen whimpered. So many memories of her lost home world bubbled to the surface. Krystal bit her lip and pushed them down. "Focus. Don't let one world fall while mourning another," she chided herself.
SNAP! came from a nearby thicket. Krystal's eyes shot open, and she pivoted to face the source of the noise. Her mind tweaked as she reached out with her empathic powers. Whoever had summoned her had brought friends. A LOT of friends. The surrounding greenery rustled as something BIG came towards her. The blue-furred warrior held her staff with both hands. The tip now glowed a dark red. The vixen's eyes narrowed. Her tail waved slowly back and forth. Her whole body tensed as she awaited the ambush. A lone figure stepped into view carrying a low burning torch.
"BLUE! Greetings!" shouted a surprisingly familiar face. Standing in front of Krystal was a SharpClaw Saurian with dull, red scales. A field of dusky pink ran down his front, over his wide chest and stout waist. A few darker spots of scarlet marked the top of his smooth head and back. His golden, slitted eyes stood out over black sclera. Several large fangs poked from his lips. His eyebrows were made up of a row of scaley knobs or spines. A series of overlapping scales covered his neck. His arms rippled with heavy muscles. His legs were equally as powerful. A thick, red tail waved behind him. A leather bandolier hung across one shoulder with a heavy steel ring resting on his chest. It connected to a matching belt made of leather and gold trinkets carved with Saurian glyphs. His other shoulder was covered by a pauldron made from a small EarthWalker skull. A brown loincloth draped down to just above his knees.
"Drudgegut?! What are you doing here?!" Krystal responded in surprise. She immediately relaxed. Her staff-tip darkened, and she rushed forward. The Saurian was nearly knocked over by the smaller mammal leaping towards him. Krystal tried to wrap her arms around his bulk, but he was too big to completely ensnare. Her head came up to his chest and she nuzzled against the smooth scales of his pecs.
"HAHAHA! Drudgegut miss you too, Kry-Stal!" the ruby-scaled reptile chuckled. His three-fingered hand drifted through Krystal's locks and down her back. He suddenly looked up. "Okay, boys. She here! Come on out!"
The blue-furred spacer tensed as more rustling came from the bushes. She was expecting more familiar faces, a rather large one in particular. Instead, a pack of unknown Saurians emerged from the bushes.
"Whoa, Drudge!" she yipped anxiously. "Who are all these guys? Where's Bob?" Krystal scanned her audience. They all seemed to be SharpClaws of varying sizes and colors. Each carried a torch and a weapon in their hands. Their outfits consisted of mostly tight-fitting briefs, belts, and small bits of leather and gold ornaments. However, they all shared the same hungry expression as they stared back at her. One or two ran a long, thin tongue over their lips.
"This new tribe! All done with Scales!" Drudgegut answered. "Bob on vacation. Bet he kicking himself now!" He placed a hand on the vixen's shoulder. "Don't worry. All good guys," the red reptile assured her. He shifted to his companions and made a low growl. Immediately, most of the stares switched to a more neutral expression, with only the occasional glance at Krystal's chest and backside.
Pacified for the moment, the blue vulpine asked her friend, "So, what's this about Sauria being in danger?"
Drudgegut shrugged his wide shoulders. "Not know anything about that," he replied. "Come. We talk to new Boss-a-saur. He one want 'Great Blue One' to palaver with. And maybe..." A small grin spread across his short maw. His knobby eyebrows wriggled knowingly.
Krystal huffed and rolled her eyes. "Okay, I'll play along," she giggled. "Lead on, Big Boy!" The enormous male nodded and waved his torch in the air. The gathered tribesmen answered with an excited roar. Drudge turned and led Krystal into the jungle. She made a small yip when he placed his large palm on her perky buns and squeezed.
By the time they reached their destination, night had completely fallen over the jungle. A full moon shone overhead, and the dark sky was dotted with hundreds of tiny stars. Drudgegut and the others emerged from the underbrush and entered a village made of several small, thatched huts. A great bonfire burned in the center of the encampment. Several smaller cooking fires were close by. Great joints of meat were spit-roasted and turned by watchful reptilian eyes. A large cauldron boiled and bubbled over another fire.
Krystal studied her surroundings carefully as she walked by. Most of the flags and armor bore a glyph she wasn't familiar with. It was not the standard one used by SharpClaws nor by General Scales. It appeared to be a stylized clawed handprint drawn in red. A few of the villagers also had this mark painted or tattooed on their arms or chests.
A few hunters brought in their latest catches. Other carried bushels of various fruits and vegetables. Everyone would stop to gaze at the blue-furred beauty. Krystal would give a polite smile and move on. She quickly noticed that the entire population were males of assorted sizes and colors. Her mind throbbed at the emotions radiating throughout the camp. She stopped to rub her temple with her fingers.
"Gods, where are the females? Don't these guys ever just jerk-off?" she growled internally. She bit her lip. A small ache formed between her thighs. Renamon wasn't the only vixen turned on by the sight of so many scaley, bare-chested beefcakes standing around.
"Kry-Stal?" asked a concerned Drudgegut. "You okay?"
She shook her head and gave him a nervous smile. "Y-Yeah. Sorry, Drudge. Just wondering where all the women are," she replied.
The red-scaled male sighed. "We working on that," he answered. He pointed to the grey-stone shrine. "Chief explain it better. He in there."
Krystal followed his finger towards the building. It appeared to be a standard Krazoa temple, judging from the carved facade. A few more flags with the red glyph hung down from the roof. A stone staircase led up into a lit doorway. A pair of small braziers flanked the entrance. With a nod from Drudgegut, the vixen tightened her grip on her staff and approached the structure.
The blue vulpine climbed the stairs. She tried to gauge whether she was walking into a trap. Drudgegut was a trusted friend, but her senses were being overwhelmed by the raging hormones of the mob surrounding him. She picked up one mind inside the temple, though. It was dulled, but free of the more primal urges of the males outside.
Krystal strode through the entrance and along a short corridor made of paved rock. Torches rested in sconces along the walls, making it easy to navigate without lighting her staff. Her attention was caught by the intricate mosaics decorating the pathway. This wasn't a Krazoa temple after all. Most of the images depicted SharpClaws in various ways of life. Largely battle scenes and hunts. But there were also pictures of simple farming, gathering, and raising children. The vixen's headache ebbed the further she went. Her senses focused on the one who summoned her. Whoever he was, he had more on his mind than just screwing her brains out.
She entered a small, brightly lit chamber at the end of the corridor. The walls were lines with more torches and a small brazier burned against one wall. One or two of the tribe's banners hung from the ceiling. Sitting in a low-seated stone throne was a single Saurian male with a pensive expression on his face. His eyes were shut, and his chin rested on his fist. His body was covered in dark-green scales with a patch of yellow on his neck. A red scar ran diagonally across his face. The torchlight glinted off his wide, muscular frame. Unlike Drudge, his stomach was flat and boasted an impressive six-pack. His arms and legs were thick and powerful. His hands and feet sported claws that rivaled most swords. A long tail flowed from his back and dangled over the top of his throne.
It was clear from his outfit that this was indeed the chieftain of the tribe. A bony collar encircled his neck, and a cloak made from a SnowHorn pelt draped down his back. A pair of pauldrons made of some form of metal jutted out over his shoulders. His chest and midsection were covered by a brown, leather tunic tied along the sides. A belt made of a series of carved golden squares depicting Saurian history wrapped around his waist. The buckle appeared to be the same symbol as the tribe with a ruby in the center. A simple brown loincloth concealed his hips.
It wasn't the only jewelry adorning the chief. A pair of gold cuffs covered his wrists. The right one bore a Krazoa face with a pair of sapphires for eyes. The left one showed the tribe's glyph. His legs were protected by a pair of golden shin guards. A long, one-handed morning-star club made of starship pieces rested against one side of his seat while a shield made of FireCrawler skin and bone lay against the other. Krystal was taken aback by his presence. This guy was prepped for something serious.
"Hello?" she broke the silence of the room. "Are you the one who called on Star Fox for assistance?"
The male's eyes opened, revealing them to be a dark shade of blue. They widened at the sight of the woman standing before him. A smile spread across his maw, revealing a mass of white fangs. At least two of these had been replaced by gold. The green-scaled Saurian immediately stood from his throne. The blue vulpine's own eyes widened at seeing him tower over her. He had to be taller than Drudgegut by a few inches at least!
"Welcome to tribe, Great Blue One!" he announced enthusiastically. He walked towards Krystal with his arms outspread.
The vixen in turn took her staff in both hands and aimed it at the approaching Saurian's chest. "Hold it, buster!" she barked. The ornate tip glowed ominously. "Talk first, THEN we consider petting!" she warned.
The green-scaled reptile stopped dead in his tracks and held his hands out in front of him defensively. "Apologies. I mean no disrespect. Please, drop your weapon," he said in a low, growly voice.
Krystal lowered her staff and held it with one end on the stone floor. Her face remained steely, though. "Thank you," the big male said warmly. "Forgive. Introductions in order, yes?" The vixen nodded. "I Kra'Kok. Welcome to the RedClaw Tribe," he proudly declared.
"I'm Krystal... of Clan Star Fox," the vulpine woman replied. "Now could you PLEASE tell me what's going on? If the planet's in danger, I believe we shouldn't waste time bantering."
Kra'Kok let out a rumbling chuckle. "Clever mammal," he muttered under his breath. "Things not dire as you think, Blue One," he said to her. "Allow to explain."
The Saurian began by pointing to a square on his belt. "Long ago, SharpClaw live honorably. We warriors and hunters. We fight for land like any other. But Sauria belong to all tribes. All share bounty equally." He touched another square. "Then Scales come. Take over tribe. Kill Elders. Horde females. Force them to breed. Raise young with hate. Not obey the Krazoa. No longer fight to defend Sauria. Says we conquer." His tone darkened. With his other hand, he touched the scar on his face. "Dissenters... punished." Kra'Kok pointed to another square. "Then Mammals come. Defeat Scales. Defeat False God. Sauria free, but all SharpClaws blamed. Other tribes shun us. We form new tribe, not SharpClaws anymore! Start fresh. Prove selves honorable once again!"
Krystal nodded. "That's great," she replied sincerely. "But what do you need me for?" she asked.
At this, Kra'Kok rubbed the back of his head. "Well... Talk one thing. Getting done, another." he admitted. "As said, Scales not treat females good. Horde them, torture them, force self on them. Not satisfy them either. Most don't want to deal with that again. Rather crossbreed or no breed at all," he stated sadly. "Some males join tribe okay with no females. Lay with each other. Kra'Kok fine with that, as long as they do part in the tribe. Others... not so much."
The vixen started picking up where this was going. "And this is a world-ending catastrophe?" she questioned.
Kra'Kok let out another low chuckle. "That Drudgegut's idea. Sad-faced dog not listen unless we desperate, he says. We heard of Blue One's exploits. Knows she's not kept by any male. She only lays with the best. If word gets out RedClaws satisfy the Great Blue One; we maybe get females come back!" he explained.
Krystal huffed. "This isn't exactly our usual line of work," she said incredulously. "I like fun as much as the next girl. But Fox will be pissed that you guys made a booty call."
The green-scaled male tilted his head, unfamiliar with the term. Then his blue eyes lit up. "Oh! We still pay your chieftain for your aid! We not like ShopKeepers in ThornTail Hollow!" he responded. Kra'Kok lifted his hands over his head and made a single loud clap.
From another doorway, three burly tribesmen entered the throne room. Two carried large wooden boxes with gilded locks. The other held an enormous clay jug with an open lid. The trio set these before Krystal and knelt on the floor. Kra'Kok held out his hand over the offerings. "We present Star Fox Clan with Scarabs and McHornyberry wine. Freshly brewed. The finest on Sauria. In exchange for your service to us," he stated.
Krystal leaned over and examined the clay container. It was filled almost to the brim with a sweet-smelling, red-purple liquid. Her nose twitched from the scent of the beverage. She dipped her fingertip into the wine and brought a tiny droplet to the end of her tongue. Immediately, her tail frazzled in all directions. Her back-fur bristled inside her flight suit. The ache between her thighs became a raging fire!
"Hope this enough, yes?" the green reptile asked hesitantly.
Krystal lifted her head to stare mischievously at the towering male dino. Her cerulean eyes sparkled in the flickering torchlight of the chamber. "On two conditions, RedClaw Chief," she growled seductively. "First, make it THREE jugs of McHornyberry wine along with the Scarabs," she haggled. "This'll teach Jenny to steal my stash!" the vixen snarked to herself.
Kra'Kok relaxed and allowed a smile to spread across his maw. "Done," he replied. He snapped his thumb and index claws together. The three servants stood and faced their leader. "Take these and two more wine casks to the Mammal's ship. Do NOT dally. Otherwise, might not be any fun for you," he ordered in a friendly tone.
The trio simultaneously made a fist and pressed it to their chest. "At once, Chief," they responded in unison. They gathered Krystal's payment and left the throne room.
When they were alone, Kra'Kok looked back to the vixen. "What else do you ask for, Great Blue One?" he questioned.
Krystal licked her lips. Her staff clattered on the stone floor. Her belt slipped off her waist and pooled around her ankles. She brought her fingers to the top of her flight suit and took the zipper tab in her thumb and forefinger. Slowly, she pulled it down along her curves, ending just above her pelvis. The tight material separated, revealing the pristine white fur covering her voluptuous chest and flat abdomen. "Second, my NAME is Krystal. And it better be the only thing you call me as long as my... 'services' are required," she growled huskily.
"You drive a hard bargain, Blue... errrrr Kry-Stal," Kra'Kok chuckled. "We have deal, then?" He held out his massive hand for her to shake.
Instead, the blue vulpine sashayed past the green-scaled chieftain towards the throne. Her tail swished in wide arcs as she went. The fluffy appendage dragged under Kra'Kok's chin. The reptile's nostrils flared as he caught her musky mammal scent. Krystal peeled her flight suit off her hourglass frame. Knowing how humid Sauria could get, she had forgone a bra and panties for this mission. She stopped at the base of the stone chair and bent over to pull her feet out of her high-heeled boots. Kra'Kok used this moment to admire the vixen's heart-shaped backside. Krystal kept her tail flagged high, giving the male a clear view of her hindquarters. Her white Cerinian swirl tattoo stood out against the blue fur of her ass-cheek. Kra'Kok licked his lips at the sight of her dark-pink anal ring and the moist treasure underneath.
The vixen looked over her shoulder and tittered. "Like what you see, Chief? Do I live up to Drudgegut's hype?" she teased while shaking her rump at him.
"You deserve a great harem, Kry-Stal," he answered awestruck. "May the RedClaws be worthy of you."
She finished removing her suit and climbed onto Kra'Kok's throne. Krystal lay back and sensually ran her hands over the large hills of her breasts. Her pink nipples poked up from the downy fur of her chest. Krystal spread her legs and reached down into the cleft between her thighs. Her vulva was flushed with a small bead of dew forming at her petals. With two fingers she spread her labia. She sensually licked her muzzle, "Only one way to find out, Kra'Kok," she murred. Her tail swayed slowly back and forth, filling the chamber with her subtle scent. "Give me all you've got!"
Kra'Kok broke his stare at Krystal's erotic display. He reached up and unfasted his collar. His Snowhorn pelt and metal pauldrons dropped to the floor along with the bony necklace. With both hands he yanked off his tunic and loincloth and tossed them away. His wrist and shin guards quickly joined Krystal's staff on the ground. He approached the seated vulpine with a hungry gaze. The torchlight shone off his scaley frame. The green male stood over Krystal and allowed her to take him in.
The vixen's eyes widened as her eyes traveled along his body. Apparently, they didn't make Kra'Kok chief just because he was a good speaker! The yellow patch of scales under his chin ran all the way down his front, over his wide pecs, down his chiseled abs, and ending at his groin. Multiple scars crisscrossed over his body. Krystal also noticed a few bite-marks mixed in. Her eyes settled on the appendage dangling between his legs. A long, thick, reptilian penis jutted from his loins, just above a pair of heavy orbs resting in a yellow-scaled scrotum. A series of fleshy barbs ran along the top and bottom of the dark red shaft. The tip was a wide knob crowned with smaller barbs. The vixen licked her lips as the Saurian chief presented himself to her.
"Looks like you have an offering of your own, Kra'Kok," she giggled.
The green-scaled male smiled and genuflected between Krystal's spread legs. He placed his hands on her thighs and licked his lips. "Indeed. But first, allow me to show my gratitude in your coming, Kry-Stal," he rumbled. He lowered his head and brought his lips to the blue vulpine's slit.
"OOOOOOOHHHHH!" Krystal's head went back as a low moan escaped her muzzle. Kra'Kok ran his smooth tongue along her moist labia.
"Hhhhmmm, Drudgegut not exaggerate..." the chieftain mumbled between laps of the vixen's folds.
"Oh... oh yeeeeesssss!" Krystal hissed. She squirmed on the stone throne and made small thrusts of her hips against Kra'Kok's tongue. "K-Keep d-doing that..." she panted.
The Saurian chieftain kept the blue-furred woman in place while he explored her depths. His nostrils flared as Krystal's musk filled his lungs. His penis stiffened at the coos and cries of the eager female. He moved his hands inward, towards Krystal's slit. Using his thumbs, he spread her petals to reveal her bud. Smirking, the Saurian flicked the tip of his tongue over the vixen's clitoris.
"AAAAAAHHHH!" the vulpine warrior screamed. "Oh... oh, gods!" Krystal palmed her breasts and rolled them in wide circles. Her fingers pinched her nipples and tugged on the ridged flesh.
Hearing her approving cries, Kra'Kok continued to swirl his tongue over Krystal's cunny. "HHHMMM. Mammal warm and sweet! No wonder Drudgegut insist you come!" he growled.
"I... I'm coming r-right now!" Krystal yipped. She placed her hand on the back of Kra'Kok's head and pushed him towards her. The green dino was surprised as her strength as his maw was pressed tightly to her loins. His tongue entered Krystal's pussy and swirled around inside. His tastebuds were overwhelmed by the delicious taste of her juices.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Krystal let out a scream as her orgasm rolled over her. She trembled in her seat and her tail lashed the air. Kra'Kok remained in place as he drank his fill of her nectar.
Eventually, the vixen went limp. The green-scaled male pulled back and licked his lips. "Truely the tales of you not embellished, Kry-Stal," he laughed. "Better than McHornyberry wine!"
Krystal chirred and traced a fingertip over one of her firm nipples. "High praise from the new Boss-a-saur on the block," she sighed happily. "Now how about I start fulfilling the duties you asked of me?"
Kra'Kok stood up and smiled. His penis was now fully erect and bobbed in the air. Krystal made a pleasant yip at the sight of the male's equipment. The shaft was now an impressive twelve inches long and at least two inches thick! The fleshy barbs were also flared and ready. The vixen sat up and gently took his member in her hand.
"Aaahhh..." the green-scaled Saurian sighed. Krystal gave him a few soft strokes along his shaft.
"Been awhile for you, huh, big guy?" she teased. She chirred from the heat radiating off his loins. The nodes along his penis tickled her palm. The vixen shuddered; eagerly thinking how they'd feel somewhere else. Her telepathy picked up his thoughts changing to match his comrades' outside.
"M-Many moons since... AAAAAHHH!" Kra'Kok's speech was cut off by Krystal palming his scrotum with her other hand and rolling his testes.
"HHHmmm. Been awhile since I've had a dick this big to play with myself," she replied. Krystal leaned forward and nuzzled Kra'Kok penis with her cheek.
The big male's head went back as he made a loud groan. "AAAHHH! M-Mammal is good!" he gasped.
Krystal giggled and made a quick lick of her tongue over his length. She pulled away from his penis and ogled the throbbing organ. "I'm the best, baby!" she shouted before opening her mouth all the way and taking Kra'Kok into her warm, wet orifice.
"RRRRRROOOOAAAARRRR!" the RedClaw chieftain bellowed. Krystal slowly lowered her head over his member. She made soft hums to simulate the green male as she struggled to fit him in her mouth. Large beads of saliva trickled down his shaft. Krystal had half of Kra'Kok's penis in before she stopped. The flared tip teased the back of her throat. Her tongue swirled over his meat, savoring the salty flavor.
"AH! AAAAHHH! K-Kry-SSSTTTAAALLL!" moaned the big male. He brought his hand between her pointed ears and raked her short blue locks.
"HHHHMMMMMM!" the vixen hummed in response. Krystal pulled back sightly before leaning forward again. Slowly, her head bobbed up and down Kra'Kok's penis, taking more of him in each time. She placed one hand on his hip while the other cupped his scrotum again.
"Y-YEEESS! K-Kra'Kok likes!" he panted. A soft slurping came from his loins. Krystal's tail wagged happily from side to side. Her own loins ached to feel this thick, spiny member inside her pussy! Her head became a blue blur as she pistoned her face against the Saurian's pelvis.
Kra'Kok suddenly gripped the back of Krystal's head and pressed her muzzle to his body. The vixen made a muffled yip as his thick knob teased her larynx. "AAAHHH! AAAAAHHHH! GGGGGRRRROOOAAWWWWW!" he cried.
"HHMPHH!" was all Krystal could manage as her mouth was flooded by a tsunami of Saurian spunk. Her cheeks briefly puffed out from the stream of the dino-man's jizz. Her throat muscles relaxed to gulp down wave after wave of salty splooge. A few streaks escaped her muzzle and dribbled down her chin onto her heaving breasts.
After a few minutes, Kra'Kok released the vixen's head. Krystal pulled off him to take in a lungful of air. However, the green Saurian wasn't quite done and his dick fired a few farewell shots of cum towards her. They splashed over Krystal's head, leaving a few white streaks along her cheeks and in her blue head-fur.
"Ah! Ahhh! AAAHHH!" he panted. Kra'Kok's knees wobbled, and he placed a hand on the armrest of his throne. "N-Needed that!" he admitted.
"Hhhmmm, I could tell," replied a bemused Krystal. "Now that we understand each other, I trust we can continue? Chief gets first round, I assume?"" she snickered with a swish of her voluminous tail. The vixen lay back on the stone chair with her arms above her head and her legs spread wide.
"Indeed, Kry-Stal," Kra'Kok chuckled as he positioned himself between her thighs. He held the base of his dick and aimed it at the flush, pink petals of Krystal's flower.
Krystal let out a sensual sigh as his flared knob teased her vulva. "Ahh... AAAhhhh!" she panted. She held her arms out. "Take me, oh great chief of the RedClaw!" she begged.
Kra'Kok smiled and aimed himself directly in front of Krystal's cunny. "Y-Yes.. Great Blue One!" he slipped. He slowly pushed himself against the smaller woman's hips.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Krystal screamed and arched herself off the stone seat. Her labia were spread wide as the male dino's length plunged into her tight, warm depths. Kra'Kok eased his penis forward. He would stop periodically and wait for Krystal to nod and make thrusts of her own against him. The vixen yipped and chirred as Kra'Kok barbs rubbed along her inner walls. Eventually his scaly hips rested against the vixen's fuzzy pelvis.
"Rrrroroowwww!" growled Kra'Kok as he felt Krystal's walls clamp around him. "B-By the Krazoa!" he hissed. He slowly pulled back before making a small thrust forward. Krystal made low moan in response and bucked her hips to keep him from getting away.
"HHHHMMMM! S-So big... so THICK!" moaned Krystal underneath him. Her arms and legs tried to loop around his wide frame, by could only manage halfway. Her fluffy tail wiggled teasingly over his ball-sack. "Fuck me, Kra'Kok," she keened. "Fuck me HARD!"
The green male looked down and grinned. He took the blue vixen's chin in his thumb and forefinger and lowered his face to kiss her on the lips. "Anything for the Savior of Sauria," he whispered. Kra'Kok placed both hands on the backrest of his throne to brace himself. He pulled back from Krystal and made a deep thrust of his hips.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" the vulpine woman moaned. Kra'Kok repeated this action a few times, slowly working into a rhythm with Krystal.
"YYeeesssss! H-Harder! F-Faster!" the vixen keened. Krystal gritted her teeth and rolled her hips to encourage the bigger male. "C-Come on, K-Kra'Kok! G-Give me all you've got!" she groaned. Her fingers dragged along his back. She was surprised to feel a row of short spikes sprouting from his spine. Her fingers also brushed over more scar tissue there. Her questions were cut off as the barbs along his shaft seemed to harden inside her.
"AAAHHHHHH! Krystal screamed as the fleshy nodes dragged along her vaginal walls. Kra'Kok's thrusts now came in shorter, quicker bursts. His scrotum slapped loudly against her anus.
"AHH! AAAHHH! AAAHHHH! K-Kry-Stal in-incredible!" he stammered. The Saurian grunted as her inner muscles squeezed around his shaft. His dick barbs stiffened to keep her in place, not that he needed much help. The vixen had to be the tightest pussy Kra'Kok had in some time!
"K-Keep it up, Kra'Kok! Oh it... it feels so gooooodddd!" Krystal moaned. Kra'Kok leaned back to admire the sight of the frazzled vixen underneath him. He continued to make short, quick thrusts into Krystal's cunny. With both hands, he palmed her bouncing breasts and rolled them in wide circles.
"Hahahahah! W-Wondered wh-when y-you'd get around to th-those!" Krystal giggled. She leaned back and made another, low, erotic moan as Kra'Kok lightly pinched her right teat.
"Kr-Kra'Kok likes Kry-Stal's br-breasts! Like all of Kr-Krystal! H-Hard, yet soft! Like Saurian goddess!" he panted. "W-Want m-more! N-Need so bad!"
"Wh-What..?! Yipe!" Krystal suddenly found herself with both legs high in the air and spread wide. Kra'Kok held her by the ankles and was now pistoning himself in and out of her pussy at a rapid pace!
"OOOOHHHH! OOOOHHHH YYYYYYYEEEESSSSS!" she screamed in ecstasy. Krystal took her breasts in both hands and squeezed her mounds. A loud slurping sound filled the throne room as Kra'Kok's cock pumped back and forth inside her folds.
"GGGRRR! Kry-Stal tight! Warm! Kra'Kok love mammal pussy!" he shouted. His tail coiled with Krystal's and kept it down. "G-Going to cum... N-Need to get... free!" he growled.
"D-Don't y-you DARE!" screamed Krystal. She pressed her heated body to the male's yellow-scaled chest and took his massive frame in a tight hug. "F-Fill me, Gr-Great Chief! Fill me with your royal seed!" she hissed against his ear hole.
"AAAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!" Kra'Kok's head went back as a loud roar erupted from his lungs. His penis spasmed inside the vixen's tightness. Krystal's own frame shook as a deluge of Saurian spunk erupted deep inside her vagina.
"YYYYEEEESSS! C-Cum in me! AAAAAHHHH!" the blue vulpine yelled as her own juices splashed over Kra'Kok's hips.
The green Saurian made a few smaller thrusts inside the vixen. One or two weaker streams of splooge shot inside her. His barbs softened to the point he could withdraw himself from her folds. He freed her ankles and placed one hand weakly on the top of his throne.
Krystal made a few coos as his fleshly nodes scrapped along her walls. "Hhhmmm. This tribe is in good hands," she replied dreamily.
Her ears suddenly flicked from an unheard sound outside. The mischievous grin spread across her muzzle again. "Speaking of, I think we should head outside. The troops are getting restless." she giggled.
Kra'Kok blinked and his eyes widened. "Kry-Stal not want rest first?" he asked.
The vixen tittered and booped the big male on his snout. "You paid for the Great Blue One's services. I'd hate to disappoint!" she laughed.
"You truly are a gift from the gods, Kry-Stal" Kra'Kok stammered. He stumbled to his feet and helped Krystal off the throne. Unlike the big male, the blue-furred woman stood as if nothing happened. "If you sure, please come."
Kra'Kok hefted his mace up in one hand and rested it against his left shoulder. He then turned and walked towards the exit. Krystal trailed behind. Her eyes gazed at the rippling muscles along Kra'Kok's back. She winced at the sight of two large diagonal red slashes starting at his right shoulder and running all the way towards his lower back. "Dissenters... punished," echoed in her head as she followed him outside. Neither bothered to gather their clothes.
Krystal stood next to Kra'Kok at the top of the stairs leading into the temple. She stared out over the throng of gathered males below. They all leered back with the same hungry look as before. Drudgegut stood in the far back of the crowd, his thick arms crossed over his chest. A knowing smile was plastered on his maw at the sight of his naked leader and the vixen beside him.
The green-scaled chief held up his free hand. "Kry-Stal will stay!" he declared.
A joyous cheer rolled through the encampment. Immediately, a hail of loincloths, weapons, and jewelry thudded to the ground. The mass of reptiles lunged forward, their arms outstretched, their tongues dangling over their chins. Already, a few sported full erections; their spiny shafts eager for attention. Krystal's hand instinctively went to her hip and found nothing. Her ears dipped and her expression became nervous.
"HALT!" Kra'Kok roared over the excited hoard. The stampede froze in place. The whole jungle went quiet. The green-scaled Saurian snarled and glared at his fellow dinos. "Kry-Stal is guest of tribe," he growled. "We treat as such. She agree to serve all RedClaws. BUT we do this the Mammals' way! She ask for food or drink, we give it! She need break, we let her rest! All will be attended by her, so no rushing or fights! She say 'stop' during mating," At this, Kra'Kok's eyes narrowed, and he swung his mace around and tapped the spiked ball in his other hand menacingly. "You STOP. Or deal with me! Understood?" It wasn't a question, but an order.
A low grumble of acceptance rippled among the assembled group. Kra'Kok nodded and turned to the blue-furred woman. "Take your pick, Kry-Stal. May the Krazoa favor you," he spoke warmly.
Krystal smiled, rose to her tiptoes, and pecked the chieftain on his chin. She turned and sashayed down the stone staircase, her tail swaying from side to side. The gathered males separated to give her a path towards the center of the village. She made teasing glances at several individuals. The vixen smirked and tapped her chin, deciding which of the tribe would be first. A few puffed out their chests to seem bigger. A few stroked themselves to enhance their offering. Kra'Kok remained at the top of the stairs, eyeing his men for any sign of misbehavior.
A circle formed around Krystal as she stopped next to the camp's main bonfire. She placed a hand on her hip and smirked to her audience. "Well, isn't anyone going to offer me a drink?" she snarked with a bemused swish of her tail.
In a flash, a few RedClaws rushed to the huts. They returned with an armful of gilded goblets while another hoisted a large wooden barrel of McHornyberry wine down beside her. He yanked off the lid and that sweet scent wafted throughout the village. Other tribesmen placed smaller jugs of the beverage near the cooking fires. Each RedClaw soon had a full mug of the liquid aphrodisiac in his hands. Krystal took one of the medium-sized cups and dipped it into the open rim of the wine cask. She lifted the full goblet up and beamed. "In service of Sauria," she toasted. An accompanying roar from the RedClaws followed as they saluted their guest of honor.
The vixen brought the red-purple beverage to her lips and slowly gulped it down. A mass of eyes ogled as her throat bobbed up and down while she drank. Others watched as a small stream of wine trickled down alongside Krystal's face and dribbled over her heaving bosom.
Krystal's body trembled with renewed vigor. Her blue fur frazzled in all directions and her tail stiffened. Her nipples hardened into tiny pink pebbles. Her loins burned like a solar flare. Her eyes sparkled as she studied the tribe of Saurians. The majority were tall and muscular specimens. A few were leaner, with more of a runner's body than a bodybuilder's. Shifting downward, it was clear even the shortest RedClaw was packing an impressive penis worth pleasuring. Some had the same fleshy barbs as Kra'Kok while others were smooth as silk. The wide rim of her chalice hid her eager smile.
The vulpine woman finished her drink and tossed the empty goblet aside. She licked her lips and held her arms out to the assembled Saurians. "Okay, boys, let's yiff!" she hollered. She pointed to two of the slimmer males. "You two, you made the wine?" she asked. They nodded. "Congratulations, you're first!"
The chosen pair were of a smaller build than their companions. One had mint-green scales while the other sky-blue. Krystal gave them each a peck on the cheek and reached down between their legs. Her warm hands wrapped around their dangling, scaley members and slowly stroked them.
"HHhhmmm, that's good," the vixen murred. She dropped to her knees to study her selections. Both cocks shone in the firelight. The mint-green male's penis was about nine-inches long and an inch thick. His companion was about eight inches long but thicker and sported the fleshy barbs that Kra'Kok had. She pumped the two male Saurian dicks while they stood and moaned in rapture. The rest of the tribe groaned in momentary disappointment for having to wait longer.
"S-She good!" the blue-scaled winemaker sighed.
"So good!" the other groaned. His penis twitched and a small bit of pre-cum dribbled from his tip.
"Easy sweetie," Krystal tittered. She leaned in and cleaned the mint-green male's member with a single flick of her tongue. "Don't lose it too soon!" She switched over to the other male and gave his spiny knob a soft kiss to compliment his resolve.
While this was going on, the rest of the tribe passed around the jugs of McHornyberry wine and drank their fill. Others pulled the meat from the fires and began gorging themselves on the food. Anything to keep their hands occupied while Krystal served their lucky brethren.
"Okay, enough foreplay!" the vixen said, freeing the two males' now rock-hard members. The two cocks bobbed in the air while she leaned back on her haunches. "Which one of you is the virgin?" she asked nonchalantly. The two males spluttered and rubbed their necks. Krystal huffed and tapped her temple. "Come on, I can sense one of you is. Let's hear it!"
The mint-green male awkwardly raised his hand. "Smashing," the blue vulpine yipped. Krystal hopped upward and pulled him down onto his back in the dirt. She straddled the stunned Saurian and kissed him on his mouth. A soft hiss escaped her lips as she rubbed her moist slit over the smooth scales of his pelvis. His erection rose and bisected her fluffy buns. She turned to his blue-scaled friend. "You're welcome to my ass if you'd like!" she informed him.
"By the Krazoa!" whispered the enraptured winemaker. He knelt behind Krystal and palmed her ass-cheeks. He squeezed the perky mounds and spread them, revealing the pink puckered star hidden between.
"J-Just a sec, love," Krystal cooed. She lifted her hips so that her cunny lined up with the mint- green male beneath her. "You ready for this, stud?" she growled softly to him. The slim dino nodded nervously. "Relax. You're not the first cherry I've popped," she whispered before sliding down onto his hard cock.
"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!" Krystal let out a low moan as she impaled herself on his member.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" the first male groaned as her warmth enveloped him.
Slowly, Krystal worked herself up and down his shaft until their hips met. She looked over her shoulder and winked at the other winemaker. "Go on, dear. Take me!" She teasingly booped him on the snout with the pointed tip of her tail.
The sky-blue male blinked and quickly slid up behind Krystal and cupped her large, white breasts. His cock wiggled between her bum and the spiny tip poked against her anus. "A-Are you ready, Goddess?" he asked.
Krystal bit her lip and nodded. Inch by exquisite inch, she felt her backdoor spread by the male's knobby cock. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH YYYYYYYYYEEEEEESSSSS!" she cried in ecstasy.
The two males steadily worked in and out of the vixen's warm holes. While the blue one rolled and tweaked her breasts, his green friend gripped her hips and kept Krystal firmly in place.
"AH! AAAAHHH! AAAAAHHH! M-Mammal pussy good!"
"Ah-AHHH-ASS is better!"
"Oh! OOOHHHH! L-Less talking! More fucking!" Krystal barked. Her inner walls squeezed around the first male's penis like a vice.
"RRRRWWWAARRR!" he growled in response and began thrusting wildly into the vixen atop him.
The rest of the tribe formed a small circle around the trio. The ground was now littered with half-eaten bones and empty goblets. Several males pumped their cocks at the erotic scene.
"HHHmmm. Can't wait for turn!"
"Only thought of cunt before she come. Now might pick ass!"
"Mouth might be better!"
The thoughts radiating throughout the camp made Krystal hotter and wetter by the second. She closed her eyes and moaned. "AAAAAHHH! YYYEESSS! Don't stop! C-Cum for me!" she screamed.
"AAAAHHH! AAAAHHH! Wh-Where Goddess want seed?" the male rutting her ass panted. He had both feet planted on the ground while his hips slapped loudly against the vixen's damp thighs.
"In-inside meeeee!" she yipped. "B-Been awhile s-since I've h-had a virgin's spunk!" Krystal looked down and smirked. The mint-green male's eyes were rolled in the back of his head. His mouth hung open and his tongue lolled to the side. "That's adorable! It's like Fox on his birthday!" she mentally giggled. The vixen leaned down and kissed the captivated carnivore on his sweaty forehead. He blinked and returned to the present.
"En-Enjoying yourself, baby?" Krystal chirred. She smirked and rolled her hips. Both males made an erotic duet at feeling the vixen's velvety folds tighten around them.
"YEEEEESSSS! OH KR-Kry-Stal is wonderful!" the mint-green male growled. "AAAAARRRGGHHHHH!" issued from his maw while a thick stream of semen erupted from his cock.
"RRRRRRROOOOAAARRR!" came from his companion.
Krystal shuddered and yipped as her pussy and anus were simultaneously flooded by the males' seed. The sky-blue Saurian freed the vixen's breasts and rolled off her back. He tumbled to a heap on the dirt while the mint-green male went limp underneath her. She made a small laugh and rose off him.
A soft squelching came from her loins as the flaccid dino-dick left her folds. The blue vulpine licked her red-purple stained lips as she eyed her eager audience
"Two down, two dozen to go..." she snarked to herself. "Well, who's next?" she invited.
For the next several minutes, Krystal was locked in a maelstrom of male hormones. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked from countless cocks. Her palms were numb from pumping a plethora of penises. Her pussy and ass ached from inviting in multiple members. Her mind was overwhelmed by the opulence of orgasms that tore through her curvaceous frame.
"YES! YYYYEEESSSS! G-Give me all you have! AAAAAAAHHHH!" she shouted when her mouth was free to speak. "Gods, I need more! S-Someone cum in my mouth again!" she shrieked. Several males obeyed her command and jerked themselves off into her open orifice.
The three servants from early had returned in time to tag-team her. Each eagerly humped her mouth, cunny, and anus with equal vigor. Krystal's blue fur was quickly becoming matted with sweat and semen. That didn't stop the horde of scaley studs from complementing how soft it was. Her nipples chaffed from the various tongues and teeth that sampled her raw teats.
Soon, the campground was littered with the bodies of about a dozen tribesmen. Only a few remained on their feet. And even those wobbled like drunks as they stood over Krystal. She was on her knees now, her mouth hung open, her hands rolled and tweaked her breasts. The remaining males all pumped their cocks in rapid succession. Their tips flared. Krystal kept her mouth open wide as a tsunami of Saurian spunk washed over her.
"AAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGHHHHH!" came the exhausted roar of the RedClaws as they collapsed in a heap among their companions.
Krystal giggled and stood up. She couldn't help but admire her work so far. The sound of clapping reached her pointed ears. The vixen turned to stare up at Kra'Kok. "Well done, Great Kry-Stal!" he shouted from the top of the stairs.
The blue vulpine smirked and made an exaggerated curtsey. "Glad to be of service, RedClaw Chief. I trust THIS is to your satisfaction?" she held out an arm over the spent bodies of his men.
Kra'Kok walked down from the temple. His semi-erect member bobbed between his thighs. "Almost, Kry-Stal. However, I believe you missed one," he replied in a teasing tone of his own.
The vixen looked around for anyone who could possibly still be standing. Her eyes settled on a familiar face. Drudgegut was standing next to one of the cooking fires alone. He gnawed on a large drumstick in one hand while a flagon of McHornyberry wine rested in the other.
"Oh? Drudgegut's turn now?" he asked. He took one final bite of the drumstick and downed his drink in one gulp. He tossed the now-bare bone and empty cup away and walked towards Krystal. His loincloth was tented by his enormous erection.
"I'm sorry, Drudge, darling. I didn't mean to forget you," apologized Krystal. She wrapped her arms around his waist and nuzzled against his pecs.
"That okay, Kry-Stal," he answered. He stroked her matted fur and growled happily. "Drudgegut waited until you done with rookies. Knew they wouldn't last long with you!" he chuckled.
The vixen leaned back and grinned up at the red-scaled Saurian. "Soooo... did you have anything in mind now that you have me all to yourself?" she queried.
Drudgegut's knobby brows knotted. "Maybe Kry-Stal want rest first? Or shower?" His hand came away from her fur sticky and dripping with who knows what concoction of cum.
Kra'Kok stepped over. "We make place for you in case you need it," he said to the blue goddess. The green-and-yellow-scaled male pointed to a small, quickly constructed lean-to at the edge of the encampment. It was made from a few bamboo poles and scraps of wood. The floor was lined with hay. A low burning firepit had been built a few feet from it. From the top arch hung a sign reading 'Storage'. Above that was nailed a plank of wood with 'Krystal' crudely scribbled in blue paint.
The vulpine woman smirked. Her hand ghosted over Drudgegut's concealed cock. "Oh, so Galdon blasting me half-way across the Great Fox is fine. But a bunch of your new buddies jizzing on me freaks you out? Maybe I should call in Jenny and Rena..." she growled mischievously.
The bulky male's golden, slitted eyes shrank. A tremor rumbled up his wide, muscular frame. "Errr... n-no need to call friends, Kry-Stal!" he sputtered. Memories of the hyper-sexed she-cat and the golden vixen goddess flooded his head.
Krystal's empathic powers registered his thoughts and made her fur frazzle erotically. "Maybe coming here alone WAS a bad idea!" she noted mentally.
"More mammals, friend?" inquired Kra'Kok. He palmed his own erection and pumped himself. "Kra'Kok could keep Kry-Stal happy while you wait for fresh furs..." he offered. Traditionally, a Saurian chief could only resume mating after his entire tribe had been satisfied. But under the circumstances, Kra'Kok was eager to get another turn with the Krazoa-sent vixen.
Krystal tittered and nuzzled under the big male's chin. "Please, Drudgegut," she cooed. "Show me how much you missed me," she whispered sensually to him. Krystal pulled back to softly peck the stout Saurian on the chin.
Drudge smiled. He placed his hand on the metal ring on his chest and unfastened his bandolier. His Earthwalker shoulder-guard thudded on the ground. Krystal quickly yanked off his belt so that his loincloth fluttered to the dirt along with the rest of his clothes.
Drudgegut groaned as his penis spang from its prison and bobbed in the air. Krystal yipped happily at the sight of the familiar appendage jutting out from his hips. Drudge's shaft was about eleven inches long but nearly three inches thick. Also, whereas Kra'Kok's member was lined with two rows of fleshy barbs along his length, Drudge's member was completely covered with them.
"You DID miss me!" Krystal squealed in delight. She dropped to her knees and began lapping at Drudge's pulsing penis. The red-scaled male's head went back, and a loud moan issued from his throat. The vixen slathered his shaft with warm saliva while running her fluffy cheek along his member.
"GGGRRRRROOOOWWLLLL! Kry-Stal best in g-galaxy!" Drudgegut cried. He placed his hand between her ears and guided her towards his knob-ringed tip. He looked over at Kra'Kok, who now sported a full erection. "See, Boss-a-saur? Told you!" he grinned through a maw full of sharp teeth.
"Hhhhm. Indeed," the green leader agreed. "Kry-Stal is best. Can't wait for turn again," he whimpered under his breath.
The vixen smirked with her mouth full of dino-dick. Drudge's shaft was half-way down her throat when she stopped. Her tongue swirled over his spiky barbs and nodes. Her lips formed a tight seal around his cock so none of his essence could escape her.
"Ah! AAAHHH! YEEEESSS!" Drudge panted. Satisfied, Krystal began bobbing her head up and down his shaft. A soft slurping came from the stout Saurian's crotch.
The blue vulpine hummed while she worked her friend's member. The vibrations of her throat made him shudder to hold back his climax. One of her hands palmed Drudge's heavy scrotum and rolled his swollen testicles. Her other hand drifted down between her legs. Her loins burned anew. Her vulva was flushed and wet. A small trickle of juices dribbled down her spunk-stained thighs. She paused to look over at Kra'Kok. The scarred male bit his lip while his hand was a green blur over his throbbing malehood.
Krystal pulled off Drudgegut momentarily. "Don't just stand there, Big Chief. Come and get some relief!" she said with a teasing flip of her tail.
Kra'Kok ceased his self-pleasure and stood over the eager vixen. "Thank you, goddess..." he sighed. Any further praise was silenced by a low-rumbling growl. Krystal had both males in her warm paws and pistoned up and down their engorged cocks. She gave alternating licks at their flared, spiney tips for added stimulation.
"GGGRRR! AAAHHH! YEESS!" snarled Drudgegut. "R-Ready for turn now, Kry-Stal..." he muttered. "W-Want to rut mammal friend!"
He planted his hand on the vixen's shoulder and pushed her over onto her back. Krystal lay splayed on the grass in front of the lean-to. Her arms rested above her head. Her legs were spread wide. Her tail thumped eagerly in the dirt. She gave Drudge demure look and licked her lips. "I want you to rut me, Drudgegut," she murred sensually.
The red-scaled male knelt down between Krystal's thighs. He held the base of his engorged cock and ran the bulbous tip over her swollen slit.
"OOOOOOHHHHH!" Krystal shuddered as he teased her opening. "D-Do it, love!" she hissed.
"AAAARRRGGGHHHHH!" Drudgegut groaned as he worked himself into the vixen's folds. "AH! AAAHHH! St-Still so tight...!" he gasped.
Krystal screamed and arched halfway off the ground. Drudge worked himself into her depths, rocking back and forth on his knees, getting more of himself into the blue-furred bombshell beneath him.
"Ah! AAAAHH! AAAAHHH! G-Good mammal pussy!" grunted the stout Saurian. He stopped when he felt his ball-sack rest against Krystal's ass.
"HHHHMMMM! Good dino-dick!" replied the vixen. Krystal chirred and rolled her hips. An electric current zipped up her body. Drudge's penal spines scrapped along her inner walls.
Drudge grunted at reaching the vulpine's warm depths. He began pumping himself in and out of Krystal's cunny. She yipped and bucked her hips to meet her friend's thrusts. Drudgegut placed his hands on her thighs and kept her in place.
"YES! YYYYEEESSS! OH YYEEESSS!" keened Krystal. She palmed her bouncing breasts and pinched her rock-hard tits. "K-Keep it up, Drudge! Gods, I've missed your massive cock!"
"UH! UUUHHHH! Dr-Drugegut m-miss Kr-Kry-Stal's tight pussy!" he panted. "N-Need more!" The red-scaled reptile leaned back, grabbed Krystal by the ankle, and spun her around while still nestled deep within her vagina.
"Wh-Wha... AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" the vixen shrieked as she was turned like a spitted roast. Her inner walls tightened as Drudge's fleshy barbs spun inside her. Krystal found herself on her hands and knees while the bigger male resumed humping her from behind.
"OH! OOOOHHH Dr-Drudge!" Krystal moaned. Her fingers raked the soil. Beads of sweat dripped from her damp head-fur. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream. "D-Don't... stop! S-So close!" she hissed.
"HHHMMM. Kry-Stal forget?" commented Kra'Kok. The green male smirked as he brought his member to the vixen's mouth. Krystal slurped on his thick cock for all she was worth. A loud roar of pleasure erupted from his maw while she sucked his throbbing penis.
THUD... THUD... THUD! suddenly came from the underbrush surrounding the village. Drudgegut and Kra'Kok ceased their thrusting to stare out at whoever dared interrupt this heavenly moment. Krystal's ears twitched. Another huge figure was lumbering towards them.
"Now what?" she muttered to herself.
"Who's ready to go back to the Stoned Age?!" boomed a deep, boisterous voice. A new Saurian strolled into the campsite. However, he was not a SharpClaw nor a RedClaw. He had a body similar to Drudgegut; thick arms and legs, wide chest, and a stout middle. His scales were a dull yellow and brown. His face came to a heavy beak, rather than a flat snout. His teeth were flat, more suited for vegetation that meat. Two set of spikes jutted from his cheeks while two more poked from the top of his head. His back was covered by a dark brown carapace with legions of spikes running across it. His long tail was tipped by a thick, bony club. His clothing consisted of a wide, bejeweled belt holding up a loincloth made of SnowHorn fur. A maquahuitl club was slung against his left shoulder while a large, brown leather satchel hung from his right. A half-burned cigar was clenched in the corner of his mouth.
"Big Shell!" called Kra'Kok in an excited voice. A soft slurping came from his groin as he withdrew from Krystal's throat. He walked towards the newcomer and the two shook hands.
The vixen gasped as she took in a lungful of air. "K-Ke'Rokk?" she gasped.
Drudgegut paused, making only small, quick thrusts into her cunny. "You know Shellback?" he asked. He casually took Krystal's ass-cheeks in his hands and rolled them.
"Y-Yeah... W-We... Oooohhh!" Krystal closed her eyes and moaned. "AHHHH... a few m-months back... sshhhhiiii...shipment..."
Drudgegut shrugged. "Eh, story later. Enjoying this too much!" he cut her off and returned to rocking in and out of her pussy.
"You're late," Kra'Kok snarked to the shelled Saurian.
Ke'Rokk took the stub of his cigar in his index and middle finger and blew a small plume of smoke upward. "You didn't mention you had an alternative planned, either, Kra." he fired back in jest. He looked over the green-scaled male's shoulder and waved. "Hey, Krystal. Long time, no see!" he called over.
"H-Hi, Ke... AAAAHHH! Ke'Rokk," Krystal stammered in response. Drudgegut now held the base of her tail and was making long, slow thrusts into her folds.
Ke'Rokk returned to face Kra'Kok. "So, I guess you won't be needing this, eh?" he snarked while patting the leather satchel. "Too bad. These were just rolled today. Part of our prized crop." He lifted the top flap, and a subtle scent wafted from the bag.
Kra'Kok's nostrils flared as he recognized the smell. Whatever Ke'Rokk brought, it wasn't from the tobacco fields in Thorntail Hollow. "Well, perhaps I test while you enjoy tribe offerings. Not much left, but Backsmasher is welcome as honorary RedClaw, after all,"
The ankylosaur male smiled, set down his bladed club and handed the bag over to Kra'Kok. "Can't argue with that," he chuckled. "Don't smoke 'em all at once, Big Man." He cracked his knuckles and strode over to where Drudgegut and Krystal continue to screw. By now, the red-scaled Saurian had his tongue draped down to his chin while he made quick, deep thrusts against the vixen. Krystal's eyes were rolled up to the back of her head while she fought back another orgasm. Her fingers raked the ground, leaving shallow furrows in the dirt.
Kra'Kok pulled a single cigar from the leather satchel and ran the long, brown object under his snout. He hadn't had a chance to light it before several of the surrounding Saurians were roused from their sex-comas and sat up.
One called out, "Backsmasher came! He bring the ganja?"
"All right!" another roared. "Now party really get started!" Kra'Kok felt the bag torn from his hands while the contents were passed around to his companions. Immediately, a pleasant plume of purple haze wafted over the campsite.
While this was going on, Ke'Rokk stopped in front of Drudge and Krystal. "Boss says I'm next if that's okay," he said to the pair. He tossed the spent stub of his cigar into the campfire by Krystal's lean-to.
"Y-Yeaaahhhh..." moaned the blue vulpine. "M-Might n-need a few... OOOOOHHHH... Drudge..." The vixen trembled as her umpteenth orgasm rippled through her body.
"Help with that!" Drudgegut said. He slowed his thrusts into the nearly spent Cerinian. Still deep within her folds, he took her by the shoulder and rolled onto his back in the dirt. Krystal was pulled along with him, causing Drudge's girth to settle deeper inside her core.
"AAAAAAAHHHH!" Krystal gasped as she was now impaled on Drudge's knobby length.
"Hahahahah! Now Blue can warm up Shellback when Drudgegut get silly smoke!" the red-scaled Saurian laughed.
Ke'Rokk rolled his eyes and started unbuckling his belt. "You up for this, Foxy?" he asked with a smile on his pointed mouth.
"Y-Yeah, b-bring it here, Keyes, honey," she panted. The yellow-scaled male's loincloth joined the carpet of pelts, belts, and other clothing already covering the campground. His penis stood at half-mast from his thick frame. Krystal took his scaley length in her hand and started pumping him to his full potential.
Ke'Rokk sighed as the furry goddess worked his dick to hardness. "Yeeeaaah... that's good..." he groaned. "Sorry I didn't bring more, Krys. Kra'Kok didn't tell me you were comin'."
Krystal leaned in and swirled her tongue over the ankylosaur's knob. "I'll just have to settle for something else long and thick from you, Keyes," she giggled. Ke'Rokk's cock now stood at eight-inches-long. But he was easily the thickest male she had sampled so far at about two-and-a-half to three inches in width. His tip was also bigger than her fist and crowned with a ring of short, fleshy barbs like his carnivorous companions.
She opened her muzzled wider to take in the newest offering. Her lips closed over the flared head and her tongue flickered over his pee slit. "DAAAAMMMNNN! Th-that's it, babe. You know how to work it," Ke'Rokk growled through his clenched beak. He placed a hand between her pointed ears and ran it through her white-streaked locks.
Krystal slowly pushed herself forward, taking more of the shelled male's front-club into her mouth. When her chin rested against his swollen testicles, she paused and wrapped her tongue around his member. She bobbed her head up and down once or twice. A soft suckling came from the shelled male's loins.
Drudgegut smirked, placed his hands on the vixen's flared hips and gave a firm upward buck of his hips. The blue-furred woman made a muffled yip and bounced up and down on his spiny shaft. "UH! UUUUHHHH! Kr-Kry-Stal g-getting tighter! Feels so good!" he moaned.
The vixen could only make a gurgled gasp as her inner muscles caressed Drugegut's cock. His barbs were now ridged, sending electric sparks up her frame every time he bucked into her. Meanwhile, Ke'Rokk's thick tip slammed against the back of her throat over and over. She put a hand along his thigh to steady herself while her other hand cupped his heavy scrotum.
"UH! AAAAHHH! S-So close! G-Gonna..." muttered the spiky-shelled male.
"M-Mee toooo!" moaned the Saurian underneath Krystal.
"RRRRRROOOOAAARRRR!" a dino-duet echoed as Drudge and Keyes both erupted inside the vulpine sex-goddess.
"HHHHHHMMPPPHHMMM!" gagged the vixen as a fresh wave of Saurian spunk flooded her mouth. Her cheeks puffed out from the deluge of salty cream. Her throat boobed up and down as she drank her fill. Her golden collar popped off her neck and thumped to the ground. At the same time, Druge pulled Krystal down firmly against his hips while his cock spasmed over and over, saturating the vvulpine's vagina with Saurian seed.
Eventually, the tide of reptilian essence ebbed. Krystal pulled off Ke'Rokk's cock and gasped. His yellow-scaled penis gave a few weak shots of semen against her cheeks. Drudgegut went limp underneath her and gave a single, exhausted slap at her ass.
"Dr-Drugegut n-needs break!" he panted. Though his cock continued to twitch inside Krystal's folds.
"My turn to help, huh," Ke'Rokk asked. He bent down and held a hand to the gasping blue goddess. She weakly took the offered appendage, and, with a firm tug, Krystal was pulled off Drudge's flaccid dick. A loud squelching was made as he left her loins.
"YYYYYEEEEEE!" she yipped as she was freed from the red male's member.
"Time for refill!" Drudge grumbled happily as he staggered to his feet. "Kra'Kok better have saved stogie for Drudgegut!" he said as he made his way through the throng of intoxicated RedClaws.
Krystal giggled and nuzzled against the remaining male's broad chest. "I wasn't expecting to see you here, Keyes," she said. "I almost didn't recognize you without the fancy suit."
The stout Saurian let out a low, rumbling laugh. He ran his hand along Krystal's matted back-fur. "You Lylatians are so weird about clothing," he explained. "I don't get nearly as many stares here as I do on Corneria." He continued, "But yeah, business is going good. Lot more places opening. Tell McCloud he's more 'n welcome to make another order."
Krystal smiled and swirled a fingertip over his pecs. "I'll make sure to mention it when I get back. I know Falco will want some of your... specialty."
The shelled dino chuckled again. "Tell Lombardo he needs to pay his tab first. Just cause it's a plant, don't mean it grows cheap," he joked.
The vixen's hand drifted further down along Ke'Rokk's bulky frame. "Oh? And what about mine?" she cooed sensually. The club-tailed male trembled and a grin spread across his beak. Krystal wrapped her hand around the ankylosaur's thick shaft and slowly pumped it back to life. "I believe it's time we renewed our little deal..." she murred. She leaned up and pecked him on the mouth. "Don't you?" she giggled while batting her eyes at him.
"HHhmmm, come to think of it... yeah. We do," Ke'Rokk said knowingly. He palmed her breast in his wide hand and squeezed the ripe melon. "Top or bottom this time, toots?" he growled.
Krystal laughed and returned the favor. His girth had less give however. Ke'Rokk's cock was now thick and firm. "Less talking, more yiffing, Backsmasher!" she barked.
Ke'Rokk smirked and used both hands to grip the vixen's blue buns. "You got it, Foxy. Think you've earned a trip back to da stars!" He hoisted Krystal off her feet and lined her up with his ridged tool.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" the vixen cried as she was impaled on the dino's extra-thick rod. Her tail lashed the air, and her limbs encircled his hefty frame.
"YYYYEEEAAAHHH!" Keys grunted as his slid into her warm, wet depths. "N-Never get tired of this pussy," he said through clenched teeth.
Krystal started bouncing up and down his cock. He remained steady while he massaged her rump. "Ah! AHHH! Dat's it! Ride me, babe!" he panted.
"Oh! OOOHHH! I... I forgot how HARD you get!" Krystal moaned. "Sh-Should have asked f-for a bit be-before..." She shut her eyes and buried her face in the crook of Keyes' shoulder. She kissed and licked at his warm scales.
"Ah! AAAAHH! I... I'll save ya some a... DDDAAAAAAAMMMNNNN!" The shelled Saurian stopped as Krystal's inner muscles clamped tightly around his girth. His thick penis pumped in and out of her dripping slit. His scrotum slapped against her bucking hips.
"Need help, Big Shell?" asked a bemused voice.
Ke'Rokk opened his eyes to see the smiling face of Kra'Kok. The scarred RedClaw chief's head was surrounded by a wreath of smoke while he puffed on a slim cigar. He held his own throbbing member in his other hand.
Krystal thrashed and moaned atop the yellow-scaled Saurian's penis. "AH! AAAHHHH! PL-PLEASE SOMEBODY FUCK MY ASS ALREADY!" she screamed.
Keyes smirked and spread the vixen's ass-cheeks. "Ya heard her, Pretty-Boy! Get in there while the gettin's good!" he laughed.
Clenching his cigar in his teeth, Kra'Kok positioned himself at the blue woman's rear. He hissed as his tipped ghosted over the tight muscles of her sphincter. "By the Krazoa! She is not of this world!" he gasped.
With a firm thrust, he entered the goddess' back entrance. Krystal chirred and bit into Keyes' shoulder. He barely registered her sharp teeth on his heavily armored body. A small tremor rippled up her frame from this latest intruder.
The green-scaled male made a low, drawn-out roar. The vixen's ass was even tighter that her vagina! His fleshy barbs immediately hardened inside her warmth. He held Krystal by the shoulders and locked eyes with the other dino. The two males paused as they waited for a signal from the double-stuffed vulpine.
Krystal shuddered a few times and nodded. "D-Do it! B-Both of you! I... I'm so close!" she uttered.
Satisfied, the two males started rocking in and out of the vixen's holes. When Ke'Rokk thrust forward, Kra'Kok pulled out and vice versa. Krystal threw her head back and screamed. There seemed no end to the pleasure she was experiencing. Her nose twitched from the smokey scent emanating from the male working inside her backside. Ke'Rokk buried his face in Krystal's mounds and kissed the white, fluffy orbs. Kra'Kok leaned against her cheek and kissed her.
"OOOHHHH! OOOHHHH YYYEEESSSS!" she shrieked in ecstasy. "I'm... I'm CUMMING!"
"AH! AAAAHHHH! AAAAAARRRGGGHHHH!" came from her scaley companions. Krystal's eyes rolled into the back of her head as two torrents of dino-jizz erupted deep within her. Keyes and Kra'Kok winced as she clamped tightly around both their lengths. The two males pressed themselves deep against the vixen between them. Both made small grunts and groans as she milked their cocks of every drop.
Krystal felt herself being slowly lowered to the ground. Kra'Kok and Ke'Rokk panted and gasped as they settled onto their knees. "Oh... Okay. NOW I need a break," the vixen sighed. She snuggled against Ke'Rokk's chest and wrapped her tail around Kra'Kok. Within seconds she was asleep.
"Awwww! Drudgegut wanted turn with Kry-Stal's ass!" the red-scaled male groused.
The throne room of the RedClaw shrine was now dark. The braziers and torches had all but burned out. Not a sound was heard. Except for a steady beeping emanating fromthe pile of Krystal's discarded clothes.
A shaft of light made of green pixels shimmed into view. They quickly formatted into the form of a shapely vixen with gold and white fur wearing a tight purple flight suit. "Krystal? What's going on? You haven't responded to our hails!" Renamon called out.
Her icy clue eyes scanned her surroundings. No signs of battle or blasters marks on the walls. Her hackles rose when her sensors detected her shipmate's DNA on the stone chair at the end of the room. Renamon dashed over and stopped. Her fears were allayed when she realized what TYPE of DNA the other vixen left behind.
"Have a little fun did you, sister?" Renamon snarked to herself. She resumed her scans. It was easy to follow the trail of essence Krystal left behind. The golden goddess briefly looked up. "Nothing on the ceiling. Did he have a headache?" she queried aloud.
"Eerrrggh... stop talking..." muttered a voice off to the side. Renamon looked over to see a single male SharpClaw laying on his back on the stone floor. He hugged one of Krystal's boots like a stuffed animal while the other was perched atop his medium-sized erection.
The digi-vixen grimaced and walked towards the exit of the chamber. She stopped when her eyes fell on a shiny gold object laying among a pile of furs and jewelry. It was Krystal's Cerinian staff. Immediately, Renamon went on alert. She would NEVER leave such a treasured object behind!
"Hang on, Krystal! Help is on the way!" her mind screamed before she bolted through the doorway leading outside.
Renamon emerged from the dark shrine into a bright, sunny morning. However, her expression went from clear determination to utter bafflement. The sky was clear, and the sun shone down onto the surrounding village. The smoldering remains of several campfires mixed with the lingering scent of Saurian cannabis. The ground was covered by multiple naked male Saurians of numerous sizes and colors. Some lay in heaps piled on top of each other, while several lay alone curled up with a small clay jug in their hands. "Krystal!" the synthetic vulpine yelled out. "Where are you?!"
The golden vulpine leaped from the top of the stairs and ran through the campsite, trying not to trip over any lounging lizard man. She forced herself to ignore all the semi-hard, dripping dino-dicks surrounding her. She skidded to halt when she found the object of her search.
Krystal was sitting naked atop a pile of passed out RedClaws. A goblet of wine rested in her left hand while a small cigar burned between her right thumb and index finger. A wide grin was stamped on her pointed muzzle.
"Good morning, Renamon," she beamed to the A.I. "Everything okay back on the ship?"
"Eerrrr... yeah..." the other vixen answered while awkwardly gazing around. "What exactly happened here? Did you complete the mission?"
Krystal smirked and took a short drag on her cigar. She exhaled a small stream of thick smoke and grinned. "Indeed," she replied. "Service with a smile!"
The End