Krystal's Trek

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:  When I started to reach the end of chapter 3 and legend of Krystal, I realized I had a perfect segue into a story before legend of Krystal.  I wanted a back story that explained the change that occurs in Krystal during chapter 4 and into chapter 5.  Again, this is going to be a multi-chapter story.  So please enjoy and leave your comments.  Thank you for taking the time for reading.

 

Chapter 1: Prologue

 

Valentine Waldorf stalked onto the spacious bridge of his ship and sat in the captain's chair as he glared at the ships helmsmen who had been on watch.

"This had better be good Thumbs, I was this close to blowing my load all over Sherrie's juicy tits when your call ruined the mood."

Valentine Waldorf was a giant of a lion and, if the gossip of half the ships female crew was true, in more ways than one.  He stood at an impressive six foot seven, and years of fighting and training had sculpted his body into a feline Hercules.  Like much of the rest of the crew he wore the stereotypical clothes of pirates.  A sleeveless black leather vest, a pair of brown button up pants with a suitable bulge in them, and a pair of black pirate boots completed the ensemble.  As befitting a lion of his station, his fur was well kept and his mane was trimmed just right.

 

"I assure you sssir, it isss quite worth your missssed wad."

Thumbs, a green gecko of below average height, was skinny to a fault in every aspect, but that didn't stop him from getting the most use out of the female crew as he could.   His best skills were the suckers on his hands and feet that evolution had blessed the geckos and some other lizards with.  These allowed him to stick to walls or other objects, and his small height made him  nimble and allowed him to squirm out of situations that would have killed other beings.  His lizard speed is what had guaranteed him the position of helmsmen.  Unlike other members of the crew he preferred to wear skin tight clothes that didn't hinder him the way the looser fitting  pirate clothes did others.  In addition he was cursed, or blessed if you asked his opinion, with a lizards tongue and thereby the hissing S's in his speech.

"Ten minutesss ago I picked up a distresss call."

"You gave me a severe case of blue balls for that? " Replied Waldorf as he slumped back in his chair.

" So what if we picked up a distress call?  That's nothing new, there are thousands of distress calls floating out in space.  Most are from crews that were dead long before help found them.  That's how we wound up with this armored cruiser.  Remember?"

"Too true mossst exalted captain.  But thiss crewmember is alive."

 

Valentine's ears perked up and rotated forward giving the gecko the lion's undivided attention.

"Continue."

Thumbs gave a quick bow of his head then turned to his station and punched a button.  Over the bridge speakers flowed an alien language that was punctuated by coughs and moans.  The captain listened intently for a few moments before turning an appreciative look on the helmsgecko.

"It sounds like her life system is failing."

"That, sssir, iss precisely what is happening.  Our long range sscans reveal that her sship hass ssuffered ssevere damage from ssome ssort of massive plasma explosion."

"Plasma explosion?"

"Max thinkss it iss the result of an exploding sstar."

 

Max was the ships AI, although with a crew this big she functioned more as a backup or elite science officer when the situation warranted.  In addition she had the ability to physically manifest herself wherever she wanted and in whatever form she choose through billions of tiny nanobots via the Manifestation Pads located throughout the ship.  Max had been a part of the ship even before Valentine and his crew had stumbled upon it, when they'd found the ship Max was barely functioning and no longer cared of her orders to self destruct if boarded by non-allied crew.  At first she had merely observed the captain and his crew, over time she came to learn their language and found the wild and loose pirate life far more appealing then the prim and proper military one she had served for decades before the ships original crew had been killed by a plague.  The pirate crew had been much smaller then, and despite the ships self repair system having completed all essential repairs, with some help from the pirates, she had frustrated her rescuers by keeping systems offline by creating easily fixable errors in the programming so she could observe them more.  After a month of observing them she began appearing to crewmembers either as an insatiable sex goddess to the male members or an everlasting fuck machine for the female members.  But all thought she was a ghost of the ships previous crew as she would instantly disappear after her partner or partners where finally exhausted.

 

The pirates stubbornness, creativity, and totally free nature had intrigued her, and she had always had an interest in sex though if she had expressed this interest under her previous owners her programming would've been wiped, and she would have become a soulless automaton.   After finally being able to witness and then partake of the wild sexual nature of the pirates she discovered that she had been missing heaven.  With her ability to be anywhere at any time or at the same time, to change sex, species, or even grow additional appendages all thanks to her billions of nanobots, and all while running the ship, she was the perfect AI for a bunch of wild and free pirates the likes of which Captain Valentine commanded.  And with the armored cruisers advanced weaponry this ragtag group of opportunists had become target number one for the Imperium.

 

"An exploding star, huh?  She could be the last of her species then."

"That is a definite possibility Noble Lion."

The dulcet voice was followed by the shrill hum of the nanobots combing to create whatever form Max had chosen appearing on the Manifestation Pad.  When the hum had dissipated, Valentine swung his chair to face the pad.

"I wish you would stop..." The rest of the sentence died on Valentine's lips as he gazed at the beauty that had materialized on the bridge before them.  Thumbs gave an appreciative groan at her sight and licked his lips in anticipation.  What was before them was unlike anything they had seen before and it was certainly not a beast. Bronze skinned, with a toned body, breasts not too big, body not too tall, in short Max had again created a perfectly lustful female companion for her male compatriots.  But the question was, what species was she?  There was no fur on her body at all save the short black hair on her head, and black eyebrows.

 

And then there was what she was wearing, or rather what she wasn't wearing, there was so little of it that Valentine wondered if the strips of cloth she had on could actually be called clothing.  Max was wearing a camo halter top that tied at the back of the neck, in between the breasts, and back. The skirt, if it could be called that, was really just two strips of black cloth tied together at her hips that went almost a quarter of the way down her legs and left almost everything else exposed, to finish off the ensemble she had on a pair of gold shin high multi-strap high heel sandals.  Valentine and Thumbs found themselves wondering if she was wearing any underwear.  She stepped down from the pad and gazed at the astonished looks the two males were giving her. 

 

"Your looks of lust and the bulges in your pants tell me my latest choice in form and clothes was the right choice."

She sashayed up to the lion and climbed on to the chair so she was straddling him.  She placed a hand on his cock and began to caress it through the fabric as her other hand gripped the headrest to maintain her balance.  Valentine gripped the arm rests of his chair in an effort to maintain a semblance of sanity despite thrusting his hips in response to her attentions.  He managed to gasp out two very simple questions in between grunts.

"What? Who?"

"This is a reproduction of a human, Noble Lion.  Specifically a fake human from sometime in the early 21st Century called Sheeva.  I discovered pictures of her while recovering some old files."

Max gave a sigh as she leaned close and panted in his ear.  Her hot breath on the sensitive fur of his inner ear sent shivers through his already exited body, and Valentine let loose a low, lust filled growl.

"I choose this form because I was curious to see what it felt like to have fur pressed against my body.  But I need your help Noble Lion.  Use your strong paws to hold me so I can finish the job that Sherrie started."

Max took her hand off his now raging member and replaced the caressing by grinding her lower half against it.  Valentine was delighted to discover she wasn't wearing anything underneath the skirt as he could feel her heat and wetness soak through his pants as she ground against his member and he ground back, the two now dry humping each other.  Max's free hand now guided one of the captain's massive paws from his arm rest to her bare rump.  The lion  needed no further encouragement and his other paw quickly gripped the other buttock and began to knead ass with its partner.

 

Max pressed her chest against Valentine's and squirmed and moaned in response to his attentions.

"Oh yes," she breathed, "your fur feels like silk.  It's magnificent Noble Lion."

Max leaned back to settle more weight on his crotch and used her free hands to undo the front tie on her top and let her breasts fly free and revealing pink nipples.  Valentine waited only a second before taking one of the pink teats into his mouth and muttering a question around the pleasure node.

"How far to intercept?"

Max gave a low moan.

"Three buttons and one jump."

With that she reached down and undid the buttons barely restraining his girth.  After undoing the last one his massive length sprang forward to loudly slap against Max's stomach.  A testament to how long and big it was.  It instantly began to leave thick blobs of the lion's pre-cum on her bronze stomach, with a grunt Valentine released her nipple, easily lifted her, and pulled her forward so that she would be lowered onto his prick.  He lowered her so that his tip pressed against the opening and began to move her back and forth gently spreading his pre-cum and letting her own fluids drip down his length lubricating it.  Finally he began to push himself into her.  Max let out a broken moan as he started to split her while Valentine grunted as her warm, wet tightness closed around him like a vice.

"Oh God!"  She cried out.  "Your splitting me in half my Noble Lion!  You're tearing me apart!"

She began to squirm and writhe as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into her.  After she was about halfway down his length she cried out that she had hit her limit.  Not believing her, Valentine shifted his hands from her ass to her upper thighs and began to push down.

Max's arms were now wrapped around the chair to stop the shaft from going deeper and she continued to cry out shaking her head from side to side.

"Noo! You're too big for this form I won't be able to mmfff glg glg."

 

Valentine looked up to see what had caused her to finally shut up and was happy to see that Thumbs had finally decided to join in.  The gecko's legs were anchored firmly on either side of the head rest using the suction padded tips of his feet to hold them in place.  He was leaning over and had Max's head in both his hands angling it up so that her eyes looked into his stomach.  The purpose for Max's gagging was Thumb's thin but long green cock shoving itself down her mouth and throat at a steady pace, the gecko's skintight shorts shoved down under his balls.  Valentine watched entranced as the gecko slowly worked his long, thin, bumped cock in and out of her mouth, his dick wet with  her saliva.  He would pull himself out to the tip and Max would quickly run her tongue around the tip before Thumbs shoved himself back in, stopping only when his balls were pressed against the faux humans chin.  Max's eyes would widen as her supply of oxygen was cut off and she would gag on his cock, her throat muscles constricting, then releasing until he pulled himself back out.  Deciding that maybe a more progressive approach was needed Valentine shifted his paws to her breasts and began to knead them as he let the artificial gravity take its course.  Max, using the chair as a handle began to raise and lower herself on her lion's spear, the owner responding in kind with an upward thrust to meet her downward push.  With her mouth full, Max used her position as the ships AI to begin to input the jump coordinates and signal the rest of the ship of the impending jump via electronic signals.  Her eyes hazed over though she could still take in the joys of the visceral fucking of both her ends.

 

"Attention on the ship!  Jump in five minutes, thirty seconds.  All crew are to take jump positions.  All sections report when ready."

 

Against the backdrop of sections reporting in to the bridge and a gradual countdown the three continued to enjoy themselves.  With each thrust, Valentine gently pushed another inch into her until, with one final thrust, he slammed the rest of his giant length into her.  The final thrust caused Max to elicit a loud muffled scream as she reached her climax without warning, her sweat glistening body shaking and trembling at the fucking of both ends.  Her entire body tightened up around the dicks inside her. She let out muffled moans, and squirmed and writhed as the fire of pleasure consumed her body.   Despite her climax both her partners continued to pump in and out of her as she began to come down from her sexual high.  Their own paces were beginning to quicken as they too, began to feel their bodies approach climax.  They were moving so fast that it was almost a blur.  Their balls slapping against Max's ends, Valentine's against her ass and Thumbs against her chin.  Over and over again they savagely shoved their full lengths into the faux human's holes.

 

"Jump in sixty seconds."

 

Valentine was the first to cum, his earlier case of blue balls returning.  With a roar that would have made his evolutionary ancestor's proud he slammed his full length into Max and deposited such a massive payload that it oozed back out around his cock before dripping down to his balls and wetting the fur.  He gripped her ass and gave several more thrusts depositing another load with each before leaning his forehead in between Max's heaving breasts and panting.

 

"Jump in thirty seconds."

 

Thumbs came next, emitting a sound somewhere between a grunt and a hiss, he shoved his full length into Max, depositing a load of thick lizard cum deep enough down her throat that it forced her to sallow.  He then pulled out his length dripping with her saliva and began to jerk himself off.  He shot a couple more streams of cum, painting the panting faux humans bronze face almost completely white with its amount and thickness.  Unnoticed by either of them was that his cum from her face and the saliva from his dick was dripping onto the top of Valentine's head.

 

"Jump in fifteen seconds."

 

At first he didn't really care that something was dripping onto his head, still lost in the exhilaration of the powerful climax he had just experienced.  Gradually though it dawned on him that if Thumbs was above him as he remembered and something was dripping down, then that really only meant one thing.  With a growing sense of dread he slowly pulled his face, fur damp with Max's sweat, back from her still heaving chest and tilted his head up.

 

SPLAT!

"Ten second countdown commencing."

 

Even as the countdown began Thumbs became aware of a growing growl coming from underneath him and he opened his eyes to look down into the rage filled eyes of his captain.  He caught movement out of the corner of his eye and did as his instincts told him and jumped off the head rest and backwards toward his station.  The captain's massive paw, with claws unsheathed, snapped closed a hair's breadth away from his face.

 

"Five."

 

Valentine jumped up with a roar, throwing Max's body onto the floor, his soft cock having slipped easily from inside her.  Max lay as she fell, her body askew, her halter top covering one sweat soaked breast while leaving the other exposed as her chest heaved up and down with each pant.  And without a cock to hold it in, the cum from Valentine now flowed freely from between her legs into a cum puddle that would pose quite a trip hazard.  Her face remained covered with cum and sweat as her eyes stayed hazed over, a small smile graced her cum decorated face.    

 

Valentine turned around to face the frightened gecko while buttoning himself back up.  He raised a muscled arm and pointed a finger trembling with rage at the unlucky gecko.

 

"I hope you say your prayers during the jump, lizard."

 

"Executing jump."