Desperate Aboard the Great Fox by Imouto Kitten

Commissioned by Zenkopan

As the recently reunited Star Fox Team celebrate saving Sauria, 
vanquishing the resurrected Andross, and the sizeable reward that will 
allow them to give the Great Fox a long overdue refit, a transmission 
comes in over the mothership's main communication array. Staring 
mesmerized at the image of Krystal on the main display, fearing this 
might be the last time he'll ever lay eyes on the exotic, blue-furred 
vixen, Fox McCloud, Leader of Star Fox barely listens to what she has to 
say.

However, Fox is brought back to reality as a fighter of an unfamiliar 
make docks in the hanger, the ace pilot reaching for his blaster in case 
the intruder is hostile, only to relax as the cock pit opens and the 
transmission cuts out just in time for Krystal to deliver the last word 
of her message in person.

"Thank you." Says the cerulean vixen as she walks up to Fox, leaving the 
hero tongue tied and with a blush showing through the fur on his muzzle.

"Y-you're welcome." Stammers Fox, struggling to maintain eye contact 
with Krystal instead of admiring how her tribal garb accentuates the 
vixen's curves.

"You're not shy, are you Fox?" cuts in Slippy, the toad mechanic taking 
full advantage of his friend and squad leader's clearly flustered state 
for some well-intentioned ribbing.

"My sensors indicate that Fox's body temperature is rising." Declares 
ROB64 in a monotone, making Fox question, not for the first time, if the 
AI his father had commissioned along side the Great Fox had been 
programmed with a sense of humor. "Are you feeling okay, Fox?"

Taking a couple of deep breaths to try and regain his composure, Fox 
glances at Krystal, a goofy grin on his muzzle as he replies, "I'm going 
to be just fine."

Closing the distance between them, Krystal lets out a giggle as she 
declares, "You're cute when you're flustered." Before giving Fox a kiss 
on the cheek, Causing him to stumble backwards in surprise, ROB64 moving 
one of the chairs dotting the section of the Great Fox's hanger that 
doubles as secondary bridge and pilot's lounge the only thing saving the 
hero from landing hard on his tail.

"Smooth move, fearless Leader." Quips Falco, joining in on the ribbing.

"You're just like your Father was when he started courting your mother." 
adds in Peppy, a single tear trailing down the rabbit's face in 
remembrance of his dearly departed friend.

After Krystal is properly introduced to the rest of Star Fox and the 
team's leader has scrounged up what's left of his dignity after the 
vixen's flirting and his team mates' ribbing, Fox asks, "So, what brings 
you aboard the Great Fox?"

"I just wanted to thank you in person for saving me from that crystal 
prison and helping free the Krazoa Spirits." replies the vixen with a 
smile.

"Well, like I said, you're welcome, though I have to wonder why you were 
on Sauria in the first place." Replies Fox, tilting his head in 
curiosity, "I mean, you clearly aren't a native to the planet, and no 
offense, you aren't dressed like a typical space explorer."

"Well," starts Krystal, her smile giving way to a somber expression, "As 
far as I know, I'm the only survivor of my home planet of Cerinia's 
destruction, and I came to Sauria in hopes of learning something about 
whatever doomed my home. Sadly, I didn't learn much down there, but I'm 
glad I could play a part in saving another world from a similar fate." 
Looking hopeful, she asks, I don't suppose you know anything that might 
be helpful in my search for the truth?"

Feeling a bit bad for inadvertedly bringing up a tragedy no sentient 
being should ever have to live through, Fox replies, "Sorry about your 
home, and sorry I don't know anything about it, I'm better at the 
blowing stuff up part of problem solving than the solving mysteries 
part." Seeing Krystal droop at his words, Fox quickly adds, both hoping 
to cheer the vixen up a bit and hoping to get her to stick around for a 
while, "But the Cornerian Archives might have something useful. If you'd 
like, you can ride with us on our way back to Corneria and I can pull 
some strings to get you access to some of the restricted files in the 
archives."

Her vulpine smile returning, Krystal replies, "That sounds great!"

Scratching his head nervously, Fox adds, "It might take several days to 
get there though, the engines on the Great Fox haven't been light speed 
capable for months."

"That's fine," replies Krystal, "My ship isn't lightspeed capable 
either, and A scenic trip through the Lylat system in a proper cruiser 
sounds much more comfortable than in my small, personal craft."

Silence falls between the two for several moments before Fox offers, 
"Uh, since there's not much else to do while we wait to get back to 
Corneria, would you like me to give you a tour of the ship?" The leader 
of Star Fox hopeful to spend some time alone with Krystal away from the 
teasing of his team.

"That sounds nice." replies Krystal, following Fox as he heads for a 
corridor that leads away from the hanger.

Stepping over a cable strewn across the hallway and pushing a loose 
access panel back in place, Fox cautions, "Watch your step, The Great 
Fox has seen better days and some parts are in such disrepair they're 
harder to traverse than the terrain down on Sauria." Though the warning 
isn't really necessary as the cerulean vixen proves quite nimble even in 
the most debris strewn sections of the ship throughout the tour.

Krystal tries to take it all in and memorize where everything is, but at 
nearly 900 sm long and 375 sm tall, the large cruiser was much larger 
than most villages on her lost homeworld and would dwarf all but the 
tallest skyscrapers, so this was easier said than done, especially with 
so many of the corridors looking similar except for whatever minor 
maintenance had been left until it became a major problem. Admittedly, 
much of the ship was cargo or spare room, the ship really too big for a 
team of 3 pilots, one navigator, and a robotic AI.

"Honestly, I sometimes wonder why my dad commissioned such a massive 
ship," Comments Fox at one point during the tour, "especially when he 
had to take out an 80-year loan to pay for it."

Eventually, the pair arrive in one of the few parts of the ship that 
doesn't look ready to fall apart as Fox announces, "And here's the main 
crew quarters." And stopping in front of a door, the ace pilot adds, You 
can use this room while you're on board." Opening the door to reveal a 
spartanly furnished room, a single bed and small writing desk the most 
notable items in the room, the floor a dark blue and the walls painted 
in a much paler tint.

"Simple, but much nicer than sleeping in my cockpit." Comments Krystal 
as she looks around what will be her new home for the next few days. 
"Thank you again, both for your help on Sauria and for giving me a 
ride."

"No problem," replies Fox before stifling a yawn, "Well, it's well past 
sun down Cornerian time, so I think I'm gonna hit the hey. If you need 
anything, my room's just down the hall."

"Good night," replies Krystal, "Sleep well."

"You too." says Fox with another Yawn before leaving, the door closing 
behind him.

Now alone, Krystal realises just how tired she is, her muscles aching 
slightly from the long walk and all the dodging of loose components that 
had come with touring the Great Fox, but instead of heading straight for 
bed, she instead walks to the center of the room's open floor and 
gracefully drops into a meditative stance, legs crossed, each hindpaw 
resting atop the opposite knee as she lays her staff across her lap, her 
fore paws placed lightly atop the weapon as she takes advantage of the 
solitude to think back on everything that has happened since landing on 
Sauria.

Krystal had been one of the youngest in her tribe's history to be 
declared a master of their style of staff fighting, so it had stung her 
pride quite a bit how easily she had been captured, and again when Fox 
had proven to have such natural talent with the weapon she had trained 
with for years, and even after being freed, she had felt rather useless 
as the hero had jumped into his fighter to go after the mastermind that 
had been pulling Scales's strings.

Even as her reflections fill the vixen with resolve to become stronger, 
her thoughts keep returning to the fox that had saved both her and the 
entire Saurian civilization.

Thoughts of the handsome space pilot filling her thoughts, the cute way 
he gets flustered whenever she flirts with him, his willingness to help 
her even when the problem falls outside his realm of expertise, the 
rather dashing figure he cuts in that flight jacket... As Krystal thinks 
about Fox McCloud, her hand drifts along the shaft of her weapon 
unbidden, eventually slipping from the polished shaft to her furred 
thigh before finding its way under her loincloth and to her moistening 
folds.

The vixen absentmindedly rubs herself for several minutes, the image of 
the Leader of StarFox foremost in her mind until a pang from slightly 
higher in her belly breaks her from her self-induced trance.

It's at this moment that Krystal makes two realizations: 1. She was just 
masturbating to thoughts of a guy she just met, and 2. She needs to 
pee... rather urgently.

Wracking her brain for when she last answered the call of nature, 
Krystal knows it was certainly before she came aboard the Great Fox, and 
given how chaotic events had been during the final confrontations with 
Scales and Andross, it might have even been prior to her being emtombed 
in her namesake. Either way, she needs to do so now, and using her staff 
for support, the blue fox climbs to her feet, tired muscles protesting 
the action. At the same time, a deviation in her own scent catches her 
nose's attention and she realizes the probable reason for what she was 
doing prior to her bladder getting her attention. 'What lousy timing to 
go into heat.... and with my heat suppressants still in the med-kit back 
on my ship."

Cursing her luck, she heads for her door and ventures into the corridor 
in search of a toilet, hoping to relieve at least one of the annoyances 
of her biology... only to remember with dread that Fox had told her the 
facilities closest to the main crew's quarters were among the things on 
the long list of repairs the Great Fox was in dire need of and that she 
forgot where he said the nearest working facilities were.

Of course, she could just head down the hall to the Captain's Quarters 
and ask for directions, but the other tingling in the vixen's loins, the 
one that has nothing to do with the throbbing in her bladder reminds her 
of what a bad idea that would be at the moment. Flirting with the 
handsome Fox who saved her is one thing, showing up on his doorstep in 
the middle of the night and smelling like a bitch in heat would be quite 
another and might give the ace pilot the wrong idea... plus Krystal 
wasn't sure she'd be able to fight her hormones at the moment if she saw 
him face-to-face, or resist his advances if he proved to be more of a 
horn dog than his gentlemanly behavior in front of his team and during 
the tour would indicate.

Sighing in frustration of several kinds and knowing that attempting to 
relieve the throbbing in her loins without first relieving the throbbing 
in her bladder would just be asking for a mess, the vixen starts down 
the corridor in search of a working toilet when she remembers that, 
while lacking proper sleeping quarters, her personal fighter is equipped 
with a toilet and that stopping by the hanger would allow her to both 
retrieve the pills that would let her act normally until her heat has 
passed and to relieve the pressure nagging at her in her lower abdomen.

Sadly, getting from the main crew quarters to the hanger is easier said 
than done, at least at the moment. If the Great Fox was in tip top 
shape, she could just use one of the lifts designed to allow quick 
travel between the different sections of the massive ship, but like many 
things, most of them were out of order or prone to breaking down at the 
moment, and Fox had informed Krystal that Slippy, in his role as the 
Team's engineer, had ordered ROB64 to disable all non-essential systems 
after lights out to reduce the need for the toad to do emergency repairs 
in the middle of what passed for night when traveling through the void 
of space.

And so, Krystal found herself wandering the hallways of the Great Fox, 
the lights severely dimmed given the late hour and making the many 
similar corridors even harder to distinguish as she tries to remember 
the way to the hanger, both the urge to expel her liquid wastes and the 
urge to mate making it hard to concentrate, the blue-furred vixen 
stopping every so often to rub her thighs together.

After running into more than a dozen dead ends, and thrice making wrong 
turns that find her back at the crew quarters, the vixen lets out a sigh 
of resignation as she returns to her borrowed room. "Maybe I can hold 
out until morning." she muses to herself as she closes and locks the 
door behind her, leaning her staff into the corner and approaching the 
bed. "I doubt I'll be able to get away with not letting anyone know I'm 
in heat if I have to wait until morning to take my heat suppressant... 
but at least I could pass off Fox noticing the change in my scent over 
breakfast as something beyond my control instead of the mating display 
going to him now would come across as... I just hope my bladder will 
settle down enough to let me sleep."

Ignoring her body's urges, Krystal meticulously removes her various 
pieces of jewelry, arranging them neatly on the nightstand until the 
vixen is in nothing but her bra and loin cloth. Free from the various 
hard objects, she lays on the bed before curling up, finding the most 
comfortable position her filling bladder will allow and despite her need 
to pee and her arousal, exhaustion soon takes her.

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Several hours later, Krystal is awoken by a particularly strong pulse 
from her piddle pot, and reaching a forepaw down to caress her bulging 
'bladder through her loincloth finds that the swollen organ has grown 
hard as a rock as she slept. Glancing at a nearby wall clock, the 
glowing digits tell her there remain more hours until breakfast than 
have passed since she told Fox goodnight. And if that wasn't bad enough, 
her vulpine vulva feels as hot and humid as a tropical swamp, the heat 
that was just starting as she attempted her bedtime meditation now in 
full force.

Realizing that going back to sleep would just be asking to wake up in a 
puddle of her own creation assuming she managed it at all, Krystal 
uncurls and climbs to her feet, a second attempt at locating a working 
toilet the only logical path before the vixen at this point.

As she steps into the corridor once more, Krystal has subconsciously 
pressed her thighs together, a fact that slows her pace as she resumes 
her search from earlier that evening.

Unfortunately for the young vixen, her need to answer nature's call, 
which had been merely annoying during her aborted attempt to find a 
bathroom is now nearly all consuming, making it hard for her to 
concentrate on which way she's going, the few hours rest doing little to 
improve her focus as she wanders the labyrinthine corridors of the Great 
Fox, pausing every dozen sm or so to grab at herself through her 
loincloth, though with how, thanks to her heat, this sends a shiver of a 
different need up her spine, it's questionable if the action helps with 
containing what feels like an ocean pressing down on the cerulean 
vixen's loins.

Coming to yet another crossroad in the corridors that looks almost 
identical to every other, Krystal tries to remember if she's been this 
way before, and just as she's starting to think she might be totally 
lost, a particularly strong spasm shakes her whole body, Krystal 
clamping both hands over her crotch as her overtaxed tinkle tank 
throbs terribly, threatening to empty it's entire cargo right then and 
there.

As the spike of desperation passes, Krystal pulls her hands away from 
her crotch, her fingers wet with liquid far to watery to be her feminine 
fluids, and glancing down, she spots a yellow spot on her loincloth at 
least as big around as her staff.

"Another spasm like that might spell the end for my weakening bladder 
control." murmurs the vixen deciding that she might be better off 
finding somewhere out of the way to relieve herself even if it's not a 
bathroom.

Starting down one of the corridors leading away from the crossroads she 
stopped at, Krystal starts checking every room she passes, most of them 
filled with cargo or machinery she doesn't want to risk ruining if she 
accidentally gets any of it wet.

Eventually, she comes across what looks like a conference room, a large 
table and several chairs the only content, and apparently not recently 
used if the layer of dust on the table is any indicator.

She almost leaves, hoping to find somewhere cleaner to do her business, 
but as another spasm wracks her body, she decides she's out of time as 
she practically rips her loin cloth off and deposits the scrap of fabric 
on the table as she makes a mad dash for the corner of the room furthest 
from the door, her bladder starting to release the deluge she's been 
holding before she can even fully squat down.

As golden pee gushes from the vixen's vulpine vulva, her scent 
permeating the room, marking it in a way that would make any other fox 
instinctively recognize it as her territory, Krystal lets out a long 
sigh of relief, nearly crooning in a quieter version of a full howl as 
the pitter-patter of piddle upon carpet gives way to a soft tinkling as 
the short pile is unable to absorb her tinkle torrent, a watery puddle 
forming atop the corse fibers.

As the last drops fall free from her vulpine vulva to land in the yellow 
patch of carpet, Krystal looks around before cursing that she has 
nothing aside from her clothes and the rest of her cerulean coat with 
which to deal with her damp pubic fur... well, she could try rubbing 
against a dry section of carpet, but given the layer of dust coating the 
hard surfaces in the room, she quickly discards that idea, deciding the 
back of her forepaw, while unpleasant, would be the the lesser of two 
evils.

However, as she goes through with wiping her pubes on the back of her 
hand, Krystal's other primal urge rears it's head once more, and no 
longer having any reason, at least not any that her currently lust 
fogged mind can comprehend, to hold back, Krystal turns her paw around 
between her legs, and forgetting how much getting pee on her forepaw 
would normally bother her, she picks up where she left off earlier, 
rubbing herself, thoughts of Fox McCloud invading her imagination as she 
pleasures herself, moans of pleasure replacing sighs of relief as she 
imagines what the ship's captain might look like without that flight 
suit.

Krystal lets out a howl of pleasure as she brings herself to climax, a 
sound reminiscent of more primitive canids braying at the full moon 
echoing off the walls as she takes care of the second of her primal 
urges.

When Krystal comes to her senses, she's impressed by the size of the 
puddle she created and hoping that, whereever she is on the ship, it's 
far enough away from any part that's in regular use that no one heard 
her howling and that her scent will have dissipated by the time Fox next 
visits this room.

Retrieving her loincloth and retying it around her waist, Krystal 
returns to the hallway, closing the door to the room containing the 
evidence of her shameful act behind her as she tries to find her way 
back to the crew quarters... or perhaps to the hanger to retrieve her 
heat suppressant pills or a bathroom to wash away the smell of pee and 
sex currently clinging to her.