LOK - The legend of Krystal

The young vixen moaned in her sleep; she was on a bed, a soft one, and there was a soft, sweet voice singing. For a moment she wondered if the two Sharpclaw that had attacked her hadn’t killed her, part of her wished they had. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, only to reveal to her the straw ceiling of an old hut. She slowly pulled herself upright; and grasped at her sore throat before realizing she was dressed, and clean. Her gown consisted of a top, not too much different from the one she first wore on Cerinia, accept that it was made of deep golden colored fabric, with a silver lining and shoulder straps, a pair of odd sandals that and a cloth that closed around her shins and wrists, and a loincloth that matched her top, with a thick golden strap around her waist, and a pair of gold colored thin panties underneath…
“Where am I?” She moaned.

“Oh…you’re awake.” A low almost angelic voice said.

Krystal instantly shot about, only to see a slightly tall, light green scaled lizard sitting a short ways away from her; she wasn’t certain that this creature was Sharpclaw or now, she possessed very fine features and breasts that actually stunned the vixen for a moment, before she realized that she was wearing the exact same dress she was…
“Who are you?” The vixen demanded.

The reptile held up her hands, “Do not worry. I will not harm you.” She said, “You were left in my care. Two of the hunters found you in the woods…and judging by the state you were in when you got here. They claimed you for the tribe.”

Krystal thought back to the small pond she’d found, “Those two…they attacked me.”

“You were lucky.” The reptile said, “Were you a male, or found unsatisfactory, they’d have killed you on the spot.”

Krystal hung her legs over the side of the bed, “What about you? You don’t look like a Sharpclaw.”

The lizard sighed, “I do not blame you for saying that……our males look much different than us.” She smiled, “It is the females’ job to stay here in the village, and to keep the males company, look after the young. What females do.”

“You’re wrong. We aren’t meant to be their slaves…no female should have to be a slave to the will of any male.”

Nina laughed, “You don’t get it do you?” She said, “Every part of you belongs to them. You think what Mashee and Vann did to you was the most of your problems?” The reptile asked, “The warriors here are given rights to all females they capture. Consider yourself a trophy of sorts.”

The sound of that didn’t make her feel any better, but, this animal seemed very nice, “You don’t seem like a bad person. Why would you agree to these things?”

Nina chuckled, “You are a sweet little vixen…thank you. But you question our ways.” She said, “There are others in the galaxy that would think your ways are strange as well. We know of your people as well, Cerinians have been captured by the Sharpclaw before. In fact, General Scales has a fondness for your people…one of his favorite females was of your kind.” She smiled, “She was………gifted. You will come to enjoy your time here, you will see.”

Krystal rubbed her throat, “I do not see how anyone can enjoy something like that.”

Nina chuckled again, “There was a pink one here as well, she recovered quickly but, then again she wasn’t injured. You had a nasty head injury…most likely no short thanks to the two that found you.”

Krystal shuttered in remembrance, “There is no way I’m staying here.”

The reptile sighed, “Don’t you think others have tried?” She asked, “You might as well get used to it while you can little missy. This is home now.”

Krystal glared at the lizard…the vixen hate the fact that she was telling her the truth, nothing in her telepathy told her that this animal was lying at all…

The animal sighed deeply this time shaking her head as she stood up, “You will learn in time.” She said, “They all do. Perhaps you should go out and familiarize yourself with the village.”

Krystal stepped toward the door of the small hut, “I……I can leave?”

Nina chuckled, “You are not a prisoner…you are free to roam the grounds here. Just do not let the soldiers catch you trying to run away.”

“Nina……” The vixen stopped at the door, “…thank you for taking care of me.”

Nina simply bowed her head a bit to the vixen, “You are most welcome. Just remember though. Keep your head down and behave yourself, and for your own good, do not fight the soldiers.” She said, “Fighting will only excite them.”

Stepping out into the open the vixen almost felt like she was back home. She was amazed that this place reminded her of Cerinia so much. Had she been there under other circumstances, she'd have possibly found it enjoyable. She had no idea where she was in this village. It was small and reminded her even more of home than anything else so far; the huts were small and mainly made up of straw like normal little hovels where she had come from There were a few animal walking about; she was amazed at the variety of animals that were actually there. She saw females of all kinds, reptiles, vixen, felines, hares, it was strange...it was a much different place that she'd expected. Some of the females that she saw actually seemed happy, whatever form of brainwash the Sharpclaw here were using, it was clearly working. A dark furred feline even smiled at her as she walked by, carrying what seemed to be a large basket of sorts, full or local fruit. It wasn't long before she began to question this little cover up......she'd had never heard of happy slaves; especially not when that slave's only purpose is to serve the unslakable lust of the horrible Sharpclaw that General Scales led. It was however as Krystal approached a much larger hut, mainly composed of actual wood…

She hated being here alone, but, at the moment there were far more important things than simply staying together; she simply hoped that she could avoid being picked up by any of the males of the village. The vixen couldn’t help but to keep her eyes on her feet as she walked, they’d taken her staff, and her other weapons, which she now realized she felt naked without for a reason. Though she was as much a gifted martial artist as she was gifted with her weapons; the cerulean furred vixen had realized when she was first assaulted after her crash that these Sharpclaw were also gifted warriors, and they were strong, and armed. Krystal found herself walking through the small village; she figured she’d avoid the tavern though; if the sober Sharpclaw were as violent as the two that had attacked her, she didn’t want to imagine how brutal they might be if even a bit tipsy. It was as she headed around the building that something ran into her causing her to fall to the ground with a light shriek of surprise…
The vixen took note quickly that hers wasn’t the only voice, as a female of the tribe sat across from her; looking helplessly at a large jug of water she’d spilled upon running into Krystal. The vixen however looked to the wet, thick, muck she’d fallen into…which now covered her lower half, and had splashed up onto her chest and abdomen, even coving a length of her arms…
“Oh please let this be mud.” She begged as she sniffed her arm, “Oh thank god. I doubt this place could get much more humiliating than this.” She said however, she noticed the very young, very attractive Sharpclaw woman across from her gathering up her clay pot, “Oh I’m sorry are you alright?” The vixen asked rushing over to help the reptile up.

Once standing the animal brushed of her legs, as well as wiping the mud from her well formed, topless chest, “I am fine…” She answered innocently, “…I am sorry. I was in a hurry and did not realize you were there.”

Krystal sighed, “No it was my fault.” She said.

“Now I have to go back to the lake for more water.” The lizard sighed.

Krystal reached for the pot, “Let me come with you. This is my fault…I was headed there, but, have no idea where the lake is.”

The young lizard smile, “Oh, the warriors found a very polite one this time.” She said, “I hope they weren’t too rough with you.”

Krystal sighed, as she lifted the water jug onto her shoulder, “If you don’t mind…I’d rather not remember it.”

“Very well, then follow me.” The reptile said, “My name is Kallah.” She said picking up another jug.
“My name is Krystal…” The vixen replied following the reptile into the woods.

Krystal could not believe how kind the females of the Sharpclaw tribe actually were; she’d only met two of them, but, for animals that were used as deviant slaves toward their male counterparts, she found both Nina and Kallah, both very pleasant. Nina had come off as a bit harsh but, she had been inside the animal’s head, and she’d only really had Krystal’s best intentions in mind. From diving into Kallah’s head, she was able to see that this young reptile had been given no better treatment than she had…
“You are a Cerinian aren’t you?” Kallah suddenly asked.

Krystal thought for a moment how did these people know about Cerinia, “H-how did you know that?” She asked.

“You aren’t the first Cerinian I’ve seen…” Kallah replied, “…It wasn’t very long ago, I first saw a Cerinian. A ship crashed here, about six years ago.” She said, “Some of them managed to get away from the village. Your people are very versatile. The General keeps several vixen in his palace. They are his loyal followers…even I had believed that they were there against their wills, but, I have spoken with them. They claim that they have nowhere to go……”

Krystal lowered her head, “They don’t. Cerinia……our home is gone. It has been so for years.”

Kallah suddenly stopped, “We are here.” She said, “There are many warriors and hunters here at this time of day.”

Krystal sighed before finally looking to the reptile, “Kallah. Why do you walk about with your breasts out in the open?”

Kallah surprised the vixen when she simply laughed, “I simply got tired of replacing that part of my outfit.” She sighed, “Many of the warriors here have a fondness for the more shapely parts of a female form. The pink one that was brought here has gotten a lot of attention.” She said looking to Krystal, “As I am certain you may as well. You are a bit more well formed than many of the animals I have seen. I will go in, please just stay here and I will return for the other jug.”

Though most of her thoughts told her not to, Krystal sighed, “No. I will come with you. I was told to come here…”

Oddly, Krystal found that she had little choice, other than to head out into the open with the young reptile. Krystal was amazed by the place, it was a beautiful lake; it spanned out in a large area roughly a mile or so in diameter. A small crystal clear pond sat nearby, which acted as some form of bathing area only for females as there was a number of ladies there. Whereas the lake housed……other scenes. Scenes that reminded her of the two animals that had attacked her in the woods. Various females were in various positions, some being attended to by a single male, while others were in the presence of multiple males. It was a beach of orgy; a raging time of lust and endless mating that made the vixen cringe at the remembrance of what had happened to her. She wondered how it was these ladies would allow themselves to be treated the way they were. There were even animals here in the lake that she’d never seen before attending to the warriors; they looked almost fish like, though they carried the clear and undeniable figure of young bodied females, their scales ranged from light green to lighter blue, with long sparkling hair, that nearly mimicked the surface of the water…
The vixen still however followed the young reptile, she was certain that no matter where it was she went she ran the same risks in this place; she wondered whether or not she should just go along with what these animals wanted for the time being. Something told her that Fox would eventually come for her and that was enough to keep here faith in her situation; but, there was still the doubt in the back of her mind. If Fox really was hurt, how long could he survive out there alone? He didn’t have the kind of childhood that Krystal had; her childhood consisted of hunting and moving through the trees, Fox was at home in the sky, or in space, not in a vast wilderness. She had plenty of faith in him, but, something told her that he might be in trouble. It was as she thought about all this that Kallah made her way to a small, secluded area; a much smaller pond where nobody was bathing and quickly swung her jug through the water before heading back. Unfortunately it was as she saw Krystal again that the young reptile veered off in another direction. At first she wondered why Kallah had clearly ignored her until she heard a rather heavy footstep behind her followed by a strong, hot breath on the back of her neck…

Slowly the vixen swallowed and looked over her shoulder slightly, hoping that she was only standing in his way; as she noticed a shorter, but, much stalkier Sharpclaw warrior behind her. He didn’t seem to pay her much mind though, even though she wasn’t directly looking at him, she could feel his predatory eyes trailing down her tail, over her shapely hips and thighs, and back up her legs and tail again. However, his mind felt differently that his eyes gave hit to. A closer glance over her shoulder showed that this very powerfully build animal was caressing a wound on his left arm that was dripping blood down his entire arm. He didn’t give her any hostile motion at all, just a nod of his head gesturing for her to move to the side of his path…which she quickly did. The animal slowly walked by her a bit, stopping for an instant as he turned his head to examine the rest of her. He let out a slight snort of pain before turning back and heading for the lake…
Seeing a mess of animals flock toward the injured warrior, the vixen slowly made up her mind to head down to the lake where she’d promised to help gather the water she’d spilled. In the end the vixen headed quickly down to the spot where the reptile girl had gathered water, and filled her own jug, setting it to the side. The vixen figured at this moment that there was enough time to find her way back at least far enough to leave the water jug near the tavern and get away before being noticed. She quickly hefted the water filled jug onto her shoulder and headed back in the direction of the village. It was as she broke in the forest line that separated the lake from the village that she contemplated running for it and trying her hardest to get through the eastern cave.

Krystal suddenly noticed something in the brush, a slightly tall Sharpclaw warrior was standing there with his disgusting tongue hanging from his mouth, as a young female of his species was being force fed his swelling member, while another female stood by groping herself at the sight. It was as she averted her gaze to the ground that Krystal noticed a Shadow, clearly of a slightly tall animal standing behind her. It was in an instant that she realized that this animal was not so calm as the injured one she’d run into; his mind was already made up, and the fist that she found wrapped around his swollen, exposed member was all the sign she needed before he reached out taking her by her wrist causing her to drop the pot of water, which hit the ground with a dull thud. In a moment of panic, Krystal pulled roughly against the reptile’s grip, which only caused her to notice the other male as his attention turned slightly to her for a moment. The rough skinned animal then pulled her roughly toward him, taking both her arms in his large clawed hand, which she found would wrap around both her wrists without a problem. It was then that he reached out with his free hand, pushing in on her right breast with a single thick finger, which caused the vixen to bite her lip against the urge to claw his throat out. She tried once or twice to wriggle out of his grip, but, like the two that had found her, this animal proved much stronger than she’d imagined a Sharpclaw could ever be. Suddenly the creature placed his free hand atop her head, swiveling her neck about to get a better look at her pretty face, before roughly pushing down on her head. The slightly painful force on her spine caused the vixen to slowly sink to her knees with her arms still firmly clutched in his other hand. The reptile’s studded, half arousal hang only inches from the vixen’s muzzle; and before she could react to him she closed her eyes tightly…only to feel something semi-soft slap against the end of her muzzle. This of course caused the vixen to open her eyes, only to see the creature’s thick slab bump against her nose again. This time she moved her head to once side while looking up to him…

The warrior must have wanted this to begin with as he then took her wrists, one in each hand, and brought her paws down cupping them around his studded shaft. She could feel the reptile’s arousal growing more and more solid under her warm grasp. The vixen gave a look over to the one that still watched her from behind; the last thing she wanted was for him to join the animal that was holding her down. While still holding her paws together, the reptile gave a light thrust of his hips. In fear of being completely ravaged by however many warriors might be nearby; Krystal swallowed her pride and this time without his assistance pulled her paws up his shaft, before sliding them back down his shaft sharply. This caused the reptile to release his hands if only for a moment, before reaching to the vixen’s chest and sharply squeezing her breasts. Getting a slight jump out of her, but, being in his mind at the moment gave Krystal insight into what he was doing. He wanted her to fight him, this animal liked the aggression for some reason. This was to the vixen absolutely humiliating, but, in her eyes it was far better than the other things he could have had her do…or he could have forced his way onto her right then and there, in which case she was certain she would have fought him off. She only hoped that this was all he wanted, a little manhandling was nothing compared to how humiliated he’d feel if her first time was here, and not of her consent…
She continued steadily pumping at the large predator’s meat with both fists; she didn’t like the thought but, this act made her wonder about certain things. Was this part of the male anatomy always like this? Soft and firm. Other than her abduction this was her first time actually holding the appendage in her paws. Images of Fox slowly crept into her mind. She’d never told anyone before but, this was an act that she’d gladly perform for the animal that had saved her life. This and more, she had a building feeling for the leader of he Star Fox team in fact ever since they’d first met. She’d not even noticed that her actions had picked up in their speed, so much in fact that her slightly undersized top had failed it’s job, allowing her breasts to spill out into the open as they forced their way up through the top of the thing. It was still not an experience she wanted a memory or knowledge of…and to keep that from her mind the vixen slowly closed her eyes and through about the first thing that came to her mind…Fox…


The more she thought about it with her eyes closed, something did happen; she no longer smelt the musk of a Sharpclaw warrior, and no longer felt the rough, studded thing that rubbed against the pads of her paws. Instead there was a slightly more familiar scent; it was a familiar but bitter scent of a cologne that often filled the halls of the Great Fox. Slowly Krystal opened her eyes, and was amazed at what she saw. This animal standing before her with his heal lolled back in a fit of pleasure was no Sharpclaw. It was a gorgeous chestnut furred vulpine, who’s snow white abs she dreamed about far too often. Nobody knew the kind of dreams she’d had regarding this animal; they were dreams that she was simply ashamed of having. As his light fur brushed against her paws she noticed the throbbing foxhood in her paws. Upon noting his reaction to a quick jerk of her paws, the vixen began to tug harder and faster at the pulsating appendage, until she felt her knees were beginning to give in. She leaned slightly forward, releasing one paw from the swollen member and grasping at the goody bag that lay just at the base of his shaft, giving it a light squeeze which caused him to growl in approval. She leaned a bit more forward as he arched his back a bit, and began using her one paw to massage his sack, while the other still pulled at his rod. After a short while however, the vixen removed her paw from his sack grasping his burning manhood by it’s base before continuing her motivation with the other. Her pace began to quicken as she could almost feel his release coming; and without warning the vixen’s mind shifted from it’s state turning the fox before her back into the reptile she’d tried her hardest to block out. Just as her self-induced trance wore off, the Sharpclaw gave out a stiff grunt before thrusting into her grip one last time, causing his member to point straight up. Krystal could fell his base swell up, a swell that quickly traveled up his considerable length before an explosion of steaming spunk burst into the air all at once. The large mess of reptile seen landed just in time for the vixen to close her eyes, as it landed across her forehead and in her hair…thinking it was over however, the vixen opened her eyes only to see the warrior’s meat give another smaller jerk, the second burst of goo wasn’t nearly as monumental, but still much larger than she’d hoped for as it barely jumped from his tip spilling down onto her muzzle, where it quickly ran down the sides of her face and dripped onto her breasts. With a happy grunt the animal bent down rubbing the leftovers off on her tits before merrily walking off on his way. With a cleansing breath, Krystal found her way to her feet, and slowly made her way down to the pond where she’d seen the other females bathing. She now knew why this place was so important, and her urge to leave simply grew that much more…