Legend of Krystal

Disclaimer:  This story is a non-profit piece for entertainment purposes only. I do not own any rights to Star Fox, places, names or other words associated with the franchise.

 

Author's Notes: 

First off there is really no good explanation as to why it took me over a year to do another chapter other then I shouldn't have accepted a yearlong job in a country that doesn't give you access to adult websites.  Other than that I apologize for the long wait and hope that you feel it was worth it. 

Second, this is an entirely plot driven chapter, though at the end it alludes to another story that I will be writing called Krystal's Trek.  I will most likely be alternating between writing the chapters of the stories as I was starting to get burned out on just writing the Legend of Krystal.

Thirdly, again I want to thank everyone who has read this story in addition to the reviewers who have posted. 

 

Legend of Krystal

Ch. 3

 

Understanding Your Situation

 

 

"Get up."  The command was followed by Sharnia's foot pushing against Krystal's shoulder.

"Leave me alone."  Was the forlorn reply followed by a sniffle.

The lizard girl rolled her eyes.

"I've left you alone for the last hour and you've done nothing but cry and wallow in self-despair.  It is time for you to get cleaned up, so you can get to work earning your freedom.  Remember?"

Krystal snorted.

"Yeah right."

"You do not believe me?"

"No."

"You did a while ago, when you agreed to let that soldier have his way with you."

"He was going to do it anyway."

"Yes and now you are one step closer to your freedom.  Had you continued in your resistance you would still have been taken and been no step closer to your freedom."

"Oh and just getting yiffed really grantees my freedom?"

"Most of the prizes before you gained their freedom that way.  In fact most of them came to enjoy the sex after they resigned themselves to their fate and earned their freedom even quicker."

"I'm sure they did."

 

            Deciding that wallowing in self loathing and pity was getting her nowhere, Krystal collected and put on her loin cloth, stood up, and after making a few attempts that only spread or rubbed it deeper into her fur, gave up on wiping off the cum and asked if there was any place she could bathe.  Deciding to forego commenting on the fickle nature of the vixen, Sharnia grabbed a gnarled wooden staff and led Krystal out of the hut and onto a dirt path out of the village and into the forest.  A gentle breeze blew through the woods causing the trees to sway and creak, the leaves added their rustle and the sounds of other forest life created a living symphony.  The soothing sounds provided a stark contrast to Krystal's last few brutal hours of life.  Normally she would have taken in the sounds of the forest with pleasure, rejoiced in the gentle breeze and the smells that would have came with it.  She might have even hunted several of the smaller creatures , reconnecting with the primitive side of her species that her Cernierian culture had encouraged. 

 

            Now, though, the forest and everything in it was a stark reminder of the perverted prison she was in.  The birds taunted her with their songs as they flew from tree to tree as if to say that it was she now who was in the cage and they were free to go where they wished.  Again she played everything through in her mind up to the point she was now at.  Every affliction, every torment, every bit of the hell that she was going through.  And through it all she had to force down the overwhelming urge to curl up, cry, and wallow in self pity all over again.  Despite Krystal's dislike of her, Sharnia had a point, crying would not get her any closer to getting the hell out of here.  Plus she was sure that Fox wouldn't have given in to despair, he would have gotten up and escaped, or bar that, he would have done something.  Krystal again felt shame, this time it was a different shame, she was ashamed that she had wasted time wallowing in her own grief while Fox was undoubtedly looking for her.  The shame she felt was that she had wasted time not believing in herself when the love of her life was believing in her strength, her will to survive. 

           

 

           

            How many times before they had met had he been faced with hopeless fights and he had persevered because he had believed in himself and others?  The same could almost be said for her.  The death of her species, her travel across the galaxy to avenge their destruction, her earlier experiences with the planet Sauria, trapped in that damnable crystal that had slowly sucked the life out her.  Her first mission as a member of the Starfox team against the Aperoid invasion, and through it all she had managed survive, even when the odds had been stacked against her.  In addition she remembered how she had first managed to earn her way across the galaxy.  This wouldn't be the first time she would be forced to trade sex for services.  But it had been a part of her she had hoped she'd been able to leave behind when she had met Fox.  It had been a past that she had happily buried as Fox's naiveté and shyness caused her to look back on that time with shame and disgrace.

 

            She was startled out of her reverie by a screech cutting across the sky that scattered the birds from the trees.  Krystal looked around and was surprised and scared to see a group of Sharpclaw soldiers running towards them.   Krystal braced herself to get plowed  to the ground and forcefully yiffed again.  She was surprised, though, when they blew by her with only one slowing down long enough to take a look at her before Sharnia sent him on with a wave of her staff.  Another screech sounded across the sky, and Krystal asked what was going on as they took a turn and continued down the path.

 

"It is Blaz."

"Blaz?" 

Sharnia gave a nod of confirmation.

"Yes, she is a merchant now, but she used to be like you, a slave.  That was her announcement that she is here. "

"Really?  You mean she managed to earn her freedom through just yiffing and sucking her way out of here?  Perhaps I should meet her."

The lizard girl shook her head.

"Not right now, that is unless you want to get caught in the middle of an orgy."

Sharnia chuckled at the shocked look on the pretty vixens face.

"Yes I said an orgy.  As I said she was once a prize, but it did not take long for her to accept her status and just enjoy the sex.  Sex can be fun, after all ."

"Yeah when you want it."

Ignoring the vixen Sharnia continued her explanation.

"After she decided to ride with it she engaged in copious amounts of sex and had earned her freedom within a fortnight."

"Fortnight?"

"Fortnight.  You know...fourteen days and nights, two weeks?"  The lizard girl lifted two fingers and a slow look of recognition came over Krystal's face followed by a look of amazement.

"Waaah!  Really!  Only two weeks?  Wow, I thought even if you became the ultimate slut it would take at least a few months."

Sharnia ignored the barb.

"Normally it does, you see a prize isn't expected to service more than five or six soldiers a day, if that.  And if they take on more than one at a time then they are usually done for the day.  We may use our prizes as sex toys but they're called prizes for a reason.  Sometimes we give them to other villages as a gift in negotiations,  or they eventually become a member of the tribe.  Or earn their freedom as you are so keen to do.  Essentially we still want them to be useful after our soldiers are bored with them, if not to us then in some other way."

 

"Any particular reason why?"

"It's the least we could do, after all our soldiers are screwing them and us almost every chance they get.  Blaz showed an aptitude for trading and so we trained her as a merchant, though she earned her startup money by providing "services" for our soldiers.  After she had made enough she purchased tradable goods from us and has been doing it for almost six months now.  She's been very successful, if you catch my drift."

The lizard girl chuckled at her pun, while Krystal groaned and shook her head.  Sharnia 'humphed' at the vixen's response.

"It appears that good humor is lost on you."

"No I have a sense of humor, it's just that there was nothing to laugh at.  Also you'll have to forgive my pessimism, but that level of generosity doesn't strike me as something General Scales would be a part of."

"That is because it is not up to him.  We females are the ones who decide and enforce such things.  Most of your Sharpclaw have several basic needs and they live to satisfy those needs whenever they can."

"Let me guess, yiffing, eating, sleeping, and shitting?"

"Pretty much, though you could add fighting in too. So you can see that if they yifffed all of us girls at every chance they'd put us all into a coma and nothing would get done.  So it is for the betterment of our tribe that we have limits to how much one girl is used in a day."

"And the rather congenial treatment of prizes?"

"That goes back to when we were not all one tribe.  Prizes from one tribe could, through the fortunes of war, be returned to their original tribe."

"And if they had been treated badly, prizes taken from the offending tribe would be treated the same way."

"Exactly.  Ah, we have arrived."

"Really?"

All Krystal saw before her was a wall of vines.  She looked back at her handler who gave a jerk of her head.

"Just push it aside, our destination lies on the other side."

Curious, Krystal pushed her hands through the vines and shoved them aside as she stepped through.  

 

            Krystal had not been aware of how well the trees in the forest had blocked out the sunlight but the lack of them now made her momentarily blind.  Raising her hands to block the sun caused the vines she had been holding to fall on an unwary Sharnia who gave a shout of surprise.  Krystal let a small smile grace her features as her eyes became accustomed to the light and she gazed in wonder at the scene before her.  A natural hot spring, as large as a palace swimming pool stretched before her.  While it was no tropical beach, it was, none the less, breathtaking.  There were plenty of flat rock outcroppings on which several lizard girls were sun bathing.  In the spring the lizard girls frolicked with each other or cleaned themselves.  Here and there younger girls scampered about helping the older ones bath themselves, or gathering discarded clothes or towels and dropping off soaps, cleaning oils, fresh towels and clothes for the bathers.  All under a bright sun with steam gently rolling off the water.  It was all so picturesque.  Again Krystal was struck by how contrary everything was outside the village, which had  reeked of sex and war, but once you left the village and got out to nature it was so tranquil.  Despite the advanced technology the Sharpclaw possessed they hadn't taken to ravaging the wildlife of the planet like the Cornierians.  Here it was so vibrant and full of life, whereas on Coneria it had been so cold and artificial.  Even the parks had felt fake, constrained as they were by the cities around them or the fences keeping poachers out and the wildlife in.

 

            Krystal gave a squawk of surprise as she was pushed forward a few steps by her handler.

"Enough gawking.  We need to get you cleaned up, after that I will let you have some time to yourself to think about the path you wish to take.  I will have one of the girls assist you, now where is she?  Taqala!"

An answering call came from their right.

"Here big si...I mean Lady Sharnia."

They turned to see a young lizard girl slide to a stop before them and lean over panting.  She raised her hand in mock salute.

"I'm here, Milady.  How may I serve?"

 

            As Sharnia gave instructions, Krystal examined her 'assistant'."  Right away she was struck by the aura of innocence that Taqala gave off.  Krystal was sure she couldn't be more than 14 or 15 at the most, yet her breasts were half the size already of the older girls, and her hair and eyes were different colors than the other female lizards of the village.  Her hair was a hazelnut brown instead of the normal flat black and it seemed to offset nicely with the green of her scales.  Her eyes were sky blue instead of the normal yellow, and there was a sparkle of life in them.  The clothes she wore, were understandably different as well.  She wore no shoes or sandals, or a bra, all she wore was an elongated straight sided loin cloth that reached her knees made of a sheer white material.  The material, even dry, did little to hide the curves of her privates and even less to cover the trimmed wedge patch of hazelnut pubic hair.  Krystal was sure the material was less than worthless when it was wet.  But that was probably the  point, she was just a lowly bath girl.  Krystal returned to the conversation as it was wrapping up.

 

"Any questions Taqala?"

"Umm yes Milady, but..."  Taqala shot a glance at Krystal and she had to suppress an outcry of 'awwww' as the bath girl cutely  chewed on her lower lip.

"Ask."

"What is her name?"  Both Krystal and Sharnia were struck by the question.  Krystal because no one had asked in all the time she had been here and Sharnia because it had never occurred to her to ask a prize its name.  After all that's all a prize was, just a prize. 

SLAP!

Krsytal winced at the sound of scale striking scale.  The slap was so strong it knocked Taqala to her knees, her hand slowly going already reddening cheek.  She looked up with tears forming in her eyes and gave a subdued 'big sister' only to see a look of intense anger on Sharnia's face.  Taqala sat in shock for moment before jumping to her feet and bowing deeply.

"My sincerest apologies my Lady!  I have said something to offend you!  Please allow me, your most humble servant Taqala, to beg forgiveness!  I am willing to accept whatever punishment you choose."

 

            Taqala's eyes were clenched shut and tears were dripping from them onto the rock below.  Krystal was shocked to see Sharnia's hand rise again, thinking she was about to hit Taqala again, Krystal moved to intervene but stopped when Sharnia made an abrupt spin and struck the rock with the bottom of her staff causing Taqala to look up ever so slightly.  Her eyes closed, chin held high, Sharnia delivered her next words with a haughtiness that infuriated Krystal.

"Your apology is accepted, Taqala.  I will decide your punishment later.  Until then continue with the duties I have prescribed."

She looked over her shoulder, glaring at Taqala with a single narrowed eye.

"Understood?"

Taqala gasped and bowed deeper.

"Yes Milady."

Sharnia gave a flick of her tail before walking off.

"Good.  I will return for you when I have decided your punishment."

 

            Krystal watched as her handler walked off in long forceful strides, other lizard girls scampering out of her way or bowing as she walked by.  After she was gone Krystal turned to her assistant to see her wiping her tears with the backs of her hands, she let out a few sniffles.  Touched, Krystal walked up to her, Taqala looked up at her, tears still welling.  Krystal held out her hand and gave a friendly smile.

"Krystal."

"W... What?"

"My name is Krystal.  Let's be friends okay?"

Taqala's eyes lit up, and a smile covered her pretty face, before her she gave a nod.

"Yes!"

She grasped Krystal's hands and started dancing around in circles pulling Krystal along with her.

"Yay! I've made a new friend!"

She stopped abruptly, letting go of Krystal's hands and leaving the poor fox girl to get carried forward by the momentum.  Krystal stopped in enough time to start a balancing act on the edge of a rock over hanging the spring.  Fighting to maintain her balance she flapped her arms and raised a leg.  Taqala, oblivious to her new friend's plight, placed a fist in the open palm of her hand as if reaching a decision.

"Okay!  First we have to get you cleaned up."

There was a yelp followed by a splash as Krystal's acrobatic skill failed and she fell into the spring.  The vixen poked her head out of the water spitting and coughing.  Taqala ran to the edge and leaned over it.

"Hey!  You're supposed to take your clothes off before you get in, now they'll  rust."

Krystal could only cough and sputter in response.

"Oh well you're in now and at least you fell in a shallow spot.  Go ahead and strip, you can set your clothes on a nearby rock.  I'll be back in a moment with the soap and cleaning oils."

 

            Had she been able to, Krystal would have responded to the lizard girl's admonishment with one of her own.  Something along the lines of letting her know it had been her fault she had fallen in in the first place would've done nicely.  As it was though, all she could do was stagger sputtering to a rock and collapse on it as she got  her breath back.  After achieving that she began to strip, grateful that the warm water was helping to loosen the thick lizard cum that had practically glued some of her clothing to her fur.  Finally she managed to work all of her clothing off and, after placing them on a rock out of the water, leaned back and let the hot water work its way deep into her fur.  Despite her best efforts she felt herself being lulled to sleep, and found herself dreaming not of Fox, but of her first days of sexual servitude after the destruction of her planet.