LOK - The legend of Krystal

A/N: I've been working on this for a while now...actually since playing a little flash game called Legend of Krystal, hence the title. Anyhow, I'm trying to keep this as close to the actual game as possible, but I will be adding my own scenes. I feel I should thank both Playshapes for making the original game, and the Legend of Krystal Team for giving me that much more inspiration to make this fic. Hope you all enjoy it... ^_^ L8ter...

Krystal had only been with the team for a short throw over a year; the team had also recently brought aboard the team’s old acquaintance, a pink furred Zonessian that the light blue furred vixen was all but too happy to meet. Oddly she’d never seen Falco so happy in the time she’d been there. The vixen’s sight blurred in and out; something was seriously wrong here, she recalled that, not long ago, several members of the team, including herself were inspecting a questionable disturbance over Sauria…yet now she found herself face down in the grass of a small forested area. As she pushed herself up to her knees sitting back on her calves, she noted that her flight suit was torn across her right breast, spilling the ample mound of sensual flesh and fur out into the open air. There was a small cut across the front of her forehead, but, judging by the hideously mangled Arwing a short ways away, she was lucky to get away with so little injuries. She pulled the cut in her suit back together while stuffing her tit back into the fabric, only to have it spill back out…
She sighed, “That’s what I get for not wearing a bra I guess.” She said to herself, “What happened? Where is everyone? For a scouting mission this sure has gone to hell.”

Krystal found her way to her feet, and shook off a bit of vertigo she felt from being unconscious, then turned her attention to her communicator, “Fox? You there?” She called hoping for a response from the two that were with her on the mission, “Falco? Slippy? ROB? Fox Den this is Blue One, come in.” She suddenly turned to the emergency line.

The line came back as a mess of static with a familiar little voice, “Kry…(static)…not…(static)…you. Repeat…(static)…get…(static)…higher ground.” At the sound of the last line the signal was lost.

The vixen sighed, high ground…where? Suddenly she stopped herself and looked to the trees. They weren’t ridiculously tall but, for the most part they were tall enough. She was certain to get a good signal from the top of one, but, first she had something to take care of. She sighed as she removed the top of her uniform, and using her claws managed to cut a makeshift top from it. It was better than walking around with her tits hanging out, just in case she should run into a local……or worse Fox himself. With a sigh she chuckled at the thought, she was certain she’d get a laugh or two from his response to her parading around half nude. Then again to her clothes were never a huge deal, especially not growing up on Cerinia. After a small inspection, and an experimental bounce or two to make sure her tailoring would hold; she headed for the tallest tree she could find. She rolled her neck and popped her knuckles…
“Whew…I haven’t climbed trees like this since I was ten.” She said leaping up and swinging herself around the limb into a half seated position, “But, it’s no more difficult that I remember.”

She let out a slight breath as she reached the top of the tree, “I must be getting out of shape. For this to take it out of me……” She told herself, “Then again…I was just in a fighter crash.”

The vixen simply shrugged and turned on her communicator only to hear Slippy’s voice, this time…
“Scout team…Fox, Krystal…can anyone hear me?”

“Slippy!” Krystal shouted, “Slippy I can hear you I’m……” The vixen cut herself off as the transmission continued, “Shit…must have gotten damaged in the crash.”

“…The Great Fox 2 is still under construction. And the spaceways out of Corneria have been blocked off by a skirmish of some left over rebel forces just outside Katina airspace. If you can hear this, it may be a week or two before we can get there. Just stay safe you guys…we’ll be there asap.” He said.

The cerulean furred vixen chuckled with a light sigh, she knew that Falco and Katt had a thing going; after all her room was next to Katt’s and her telepathy was unhindered by walls, soundproof or not…and she took it from Katt’s constant thoughts that Falco was quite the lover bird. Thinking back to those nights the vixen recalled exactly why it was she often found herself sleeping in the Rec Room; she also wondered a bit about some thoughts that she often found looming around inside her leader’s head…thoughts about her and him. Her mind was instantly filled with scenes and scenarios that she’d had now and again. Every time her mind wondered to these places and thoughts however, she found it was nearly impossible to stop, and she quickly shook her head, now was not the time for these kind of thoughts anyhow.

With her mind back on track she placed a paw over her eyes to shield them from the light of the day. Off in the distance, she could make up no distinguishing land masses. There was a tall rock formation to the far north, and a small pillar of black smoke rising from the forest off to the south. From the west she received a feint smell of water, fish, and a powerful scent she was not certain of, but, could see nothing but trees in that direction. And to the east she could make out only a large mountain of which she was certain was most likely a volcano. She looked back to the south, the smoke was most likely from another downed Arwing. With the thought that one of her friends could be hurt, or worse. The vixen scaled back down the tree and returned to her destroyed Arwing retrieving her staff, the only still working weapon in the ship. At least you’re still safe. She thought embracing the weapon. She sighed deeply, she had little supplies that survived through the crash, most were simple things like some MREs that the team always had aboard just in case something like this should happen…but, she recognized some of the Dumbledang Trees in this forest, the pods were quite edible and for the record didn’t taste half bad, she compared it to a massive cashew the size of a small coconut, something she’d grown a taste for ever since discovering them on Corneria. She realized as she traveled through this jungle like place, that there were clear signs of hunters. Being a hunter on her home planet she was well aware of the signs; covered tracks, set ups that were clearly for snares and other traps, and at one point she was certain that she’d found a discarded broken arrow.

Her trip through the foreign landscape brought her to a small place, where she hid in the underbrush, before looking out into a small glade that housed a lovely looking little pond. It was quite large, at least 80 feet across by about 10 feet deep, of sparkling blue water. Taking precaution to make certain that nobody was there, the vixen scurried out from her cover and quickly dipped her muzzle into the water. She was amazed at how cool and clean it was…and by how thirsty she was. She gasped and panted as she drew her face away from the water wiping her face clean. She’d noticed that she was slightly fatigued before, but, this was ridiculous. Taking a moment to get another muzzle full of the delightful waters. However, as she lifted her muzzle from the water, the ripples settled, only to show her the image of two tall animals standing over her. They didn’t seem to move right away, but, she knew a Sharpclaw when she saw one. However these two were rather larger than those she’d seen before, and their build was slightly more defined. She wondered what she would do, but, in a desperate move she spun about on her knees driving her staff’s bladed end at one of their guts’. The weapon was instantly stopped by the animal’s large clawed hands, which clutched her by the wrists stripping her of the weapon…

She realized then however, that if she had her weapon, and there was only one of them, she could have stood a chance; but, these were no normal Sharpclaw, they were tall, well built, and strong. Her mind instantly recalled something her mother had told her when she was coming of age. Her mother warned her about the Sharpclaw tribes on her home planet, and the slake-less lust. In a realization of what might happen she tried to pull herself from the powerful reptile’s grip somehow. Unfortunately, the creature’s hold on her shoulder, caused her entire top to tear away. Though she had never been captured by the Sharpclaw, she’d always feared what the experience might bring. Her fears took on a bizarre realization however as she saw the large predator’s loincloth slowly begin to rise. She cried out for Fox, for anyone as she fell to the ground before being yanked up so that she was forced to kneel in front of him. She noticed that the second, who stood a bit behind the one that held her, had a fist clenched tightly around a large, thick rod. They were nothing like anything she’d seen before. Their entire shafts were covered in small, rough bumps, almost as if they were studded with small lumps of flesh...
Krystal’s nose caught the powerful scent of the lizard’s musk and found that she was having a hard time believing what was happening, as she turned to face the one holding her. His meatstick was already at attention and some pre leaked from its tip. She blushed as the tip was pressed against her sealed lips and she tasted the salty liquid of this mighty predator. She shut her eyes as the massive thing was pressed again a bit harder against her closed muzzle causing it’s head to slip over her nostrils. Holding the vixen’s arms in place with a single hand this time, the reptile pinched her nose shut, and patiently waited. She could feel her cheeks burning and tears form in her eyes, and suddenly she was forced to take a gasping breath, which gave the lizard opportunity to force his rock hard, studded shaft into her mouth, and began to pump back and forth. The lizard shifted his grip so that he held the back of her head, holding her in place as he began steadily pumping his meat down her throat, Krystal began thinking of biting the lump of flesh off, but, then what would happen with the other, whom still held her staff in one hand while furiously pumping at himself with his other? Every time the lizard gave a thrust he tickled the back of her throat causing her to gag a slight bit. She clenched her eyes tightly shut, causing a tear to fall from her eye. She tried to block out the unpleasant realization that this was even happening. A rather forceful shove of the animal’s hips caused her to pull her head away, giving her a moment of oxygen before the animal pulled her face back, hilting himself in her warm, soft muzzle…

She tried to imagine herself being somewhere, anywhere other than here, but it wasn’t working. Drool dripped from the lizards mouth falling down the back of her neck and on her ears; he began to grunt as the one in front of her picked up his pace. Though she couldn’t stand it, she found that she simply couldn’t help it, and the vixen slowly opened her eyes a sliver, only to see the second soldier step up and let loose with thick streams of hot white fluid. There had been no warning, he had simply given a final stroke of his tool, a loud grunt, and let it go. The first jet plastered the front of her face; the heat from the stuff was not what she’d expected, and the volume was more than she cared to know. He left a trail of semen across her face, over her muzzle and in her hair, some even came close to hitting her left eye. The animal’s member twitched a second time and blasted a second shot across the side of her face, hitting her cheek and streaming up the side where some of the reptilian seed doused her ear. Suddenly a third shot flew in a long stream and bathed her exposed breasts. It matted her fur in an instant and pooled between her lovely mounds. Seemingly excited by his partners release, the first lizard began to thrust even more violently. His length being forcefully shoved down her gullet with every powerful stroke of his hips. Hoping that it would not incite an attack from the one that had just covered her in his seed. Krystal reached around, and clutched the base of this lustful beast’s tail, trying her hardest to pull him away from her face...
His length was cutting off her air as it was constantly being shoved down her throat, and her lungs begged for oxygen She began to emit a low muffled cry for air, but, her choked cries only seemed to push the Sharpclaw on. The soldiers head and eyes rolled back and his tongue hung lazily out of his mouth as his thrusts into Krystal’s face slowed, but, grew in strength. The lizard withdrew himself to the tip of his studded shaft and then rammed it forward while pulling her head toward him by the ears. The vixen gaged harshly as more and more of him seemed to find it’s way down her throat, and she quickly found herself using her tongue to massage his scrotum that lay just at the opening of her mouth, just to get the insanely strong beast to climax and finally get off her face...

Just as she was on the verge of blacking out, the lizard pulled back; giving the mammal a short breath, but, quickly fed her his length once again. Her gagging only added to the lizard’s satisfaction and he pulled his rod back one last time. With a roar, he jolted his hips forward, slamming his meat sword down her throat one last time. Krystal could feel his base swell and then she felt it; a stream of hot fluid rush down her throat. She had no choice but to swallow as his head was blocking her airway, it tasted salty and thick, and didn’t seem to stop coming. As Krystal finally began to black out; she could feel the flow of it swell her cheeks with pressure, and burst out from around his member. It disgusted her to feel it running out of her mouth onto her chin, down her slender neck, and finally across her breasts. As her vision faded, Krystal could hear them chuckling over her, she had no idea what kind of hell she’d found herself in, but, it was the first time in Star Fox that she honestly wished she was back home……