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LoK Tough it out and keep flying

2012-12-30T05:23:59Z

Yawg:

She sets her jaw, and reaches down to the control panel. She turns on the AC to maximum and, hearing nothing, hits the heater a few times- it looks like it's stuck in the ''on'' position. Krystal balls up her paw again, preparing to take another swing at the defiant machine blowing hot air inside the already stuffy and increasingly-claustrophobic cockpit, when a voice on the intercom interrupts her.

"Krystal!" barks Fox, "You completely missed that ring... there are another three ahead; please try to fly through them."

"Yes Fox, thank you Fox." she replies tersely. "My heater's on the fritz in here- I'm boiling alive in my flight suit. Wasn't Slippy supposed to give these things an overhaul last week?"

It was Fox's turn to be quiet for a moment. "Slippy's been busy," he says, choosing his words carefully. "He's been spending a lot of time planet-side lately. I'll speak to him about your Arwing when we get back to the Great Fox. Are you having any other technical difficulties?"

Her blue paws dance over the console, while the second ring flies past- Fox says nothing, but Krystal knows that it bothers him that she wasn't taking the training exercise seriously. "Climate controls are on the fritz. I'm completely blind on the port side... proximity sensors are down. Landing lights are fine. Can we just kibosh this training mission, and head back home?"

She hears a sigh over the intercom. A third ring slides past her view, ignored.

"Fine." says Fox. "Head on back. I'm going to get some maneuvering practice in though- don't forget about that meeting we've got at 19:00pm- I need you there with the rest of the team."

Her fine features displaying a satisfied grin, Krystal yanks up on the stick, and flies back to the Great Fox.

Does she:
*[[LOK Land the ship in the landing bay.]]

Location:[[Krystal's Arwing (Flying)]]
{{Status|Equipment=''Flightsuit''|Health=Uncomfortably Warm|MP=0|Level=0|Conquests=0}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LOK Land the ship in the landing bay.

2012-12-30T05:21:38Z

Yawg:

Krystal guides the Arwing with little difficulty into the landing bay.

She releases the canopy and with a ''woomf'' the warm air inside rushes out, and a wave of cool air washes over her bared matted fur. On the way back up, it had gotten so warm inside the cockpit, she had unzipped the flightsuit straight down to her navel in order to cope; had the ship been just another 5 minutes away, she was certain she would have had to strip naked.

"K-Krystal?" squeaks a surprised voice. "You're back early." Standing up in her seat, Krystal looks over the side. Slippy, the ship's engineer, blushes a complimentary shade of crimson as he vainly tries not to ogle the bared blue cleavage of his fellow pilot. Krystal arches her back in a tired stretch, as her breasts strain against the leather fabric of her flightsuit. She looks down at the green frog.

"Slippy, you know I hate to complain... but you really need to fix the climate control in my cockpit." She leans over the side of her Arwing, her large breasts swaying gently. "It is ''far'' too hot in that thing. I could have baked a potato in there."

"S-sorry Krystal." Slippy squeaks, his eyes drifting downwards, and then darting back up to meet hers. "Things have been awfully hectic here lately. I'll add it to my list of things to do." Slippy turns to leave.

Does she:
*[[LoK Call Slippy back before he makes it too far. | Call Slippy back before he makes it too far.]]
*[[LoK Head to her quarters to get changed. | Head to her quarters to get changed.]]
*[[LoK Go to the ship's recreational area to relax in the pool.| Go to the ship's recreational area to relax in the pool.]]

Location:[[The Great Fox- The Hangar]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Flightsuit''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=0}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Tough it out and keep flying

2012-12-30T05:20:42Z

Yawg:

She sets her jaw, and reaches down to the control panel. She turns on the AC to maximum and, hearing nothing, hits the heater a few times- it looks like it's stuck in the ''on'' position. Krystal balls up her paw again, preparing to take another swing at the defiant machine blowing hot air inside the already stuffy and increasingly-claustrophobic cockpit, when a voice on the intercom interrupts her.

"Krystal!" barks Fox, "You completely missed that ring... there are another three ahead; please try to fly through them."

"Yes Fox, thank you Fox." she replies tersely. "My heater's on the fritz in here- I'm boiling alive in my flight suit. Wasn't Slippy supposed to give these things an overhaul last week?"

It was Fox's turn to be quiet for a moment. "Slippy's been busy," he says, choosing his words carefully. "He's been spending a lot of time planet-side lately. I'll speak to him about your Arwing when we get back to the Great Fox. Are you having any other technical difficulties?"

Her blue paws dance over the console, while the second ring flies past- Fox says nothing, but Krystal knows that it bothers him that she wasn't taking the training exercise seriously. "Climate controls are on the fritz. I'm completely blind on the port side... proximity sensors are down. Landing lights are fine. Can we just kibosh this training mission, and head back home?"

She hears a sigh over the intercom. A third ring slides past her view, ignored.

"Fine." says Fox. "Head on back. I'm going to get some maneuvering practice in though- don't forget about that meeting we've got at 19:00pm- I need you there with the rest of the team."

Her fine features displaying a satisfied grin, Krystal yanks up on the stick, and flies back to the Great Fox.

Does she:
*[[LOK Land the ship in the landing bay.]]

Location:[[Krystal's Arwing (Flying)]]
{{Status|Equipment=''Flightsuit''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=0}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Have a threesome!.

2012-12-24T12:03:53Z

Yawg:

The blue vixen half bounced, half swum towards her fellow pilot, Falco, pulling Katt behind her.

She slowly pushed her chest against his, cooing softly under her breath. She could feel his firm chest muscles beneath his plumage push back against hers- he ''really'' took good care of himself. "Katt," Krystal said, not taking her eyes from Falco's. "Come here a second."

Krystal's arm crept around the pink cat's slender waist, and pulled her up against Falco's torso. "Come feel this bird... he's pretty built, isn't he?" Katt squeaked out an affirmative, and grew slowly more aware of another of Falco's muscles.

"Thank you, Krystal- it's nice that my efforts are noticed." Falco grinned again. His hand crept under the water, and laid smoothly on the girls' hips. Katt's breath caught in her throat, and she quickly finished the last few drops of the Kaluha she still held. Krystal smiled a hungry smile, while the wheels spun in the back of her mind.

"I bet," Krystal started slowly, "I can think of something for all three of us to do." Krystal then turned towards the cat, and kissed her. The Cernian's tongue went deep inside Katt's surprised muzzle, their two still-chocolate flavored tongues dancing in front of a very pleased audience of one: Falco's hard-on gave their performance a standing ovation. Their lips parted, and slowly, their eyes opened- Katt now looked much less nervous than she did moments before. The blue vixen licked her lips, and whispered, "Falco- she's ready for you. Why don't you take her for a spin?"

Krystal moved slightly away from the two, and gently pushed them against each other. Falco's hands moved from the hips of the two girls to Katt's breasts, squeezing and massaging them gently His feathered fingers tickled the cat's nipples, tweaking them slightly- the pink cat purred her approval.

Falco's length brushed eagerly against Katt's belly- intrigued, she grasped hold of it delicately at first, and then began to stroke it underwater as she grew more confident.

Krystal whispered where she figured Falco's ears were: "...just save your load for me, bird."

Falco stole a glace towards Krystal, before looking back to the happily moaning pink cat, with a hungry look on his face. Krystal leaned forward, flicking one of Katt's nipples with her tongue when the opportunity presented itself. Her fingers traced down under the water towards Katt's naturally-dampening nethers and stroked her folds, eliciting delighted purrs from her hapless pink captive. The avian moved his hands down to Katt's butt, gripping it tightly, and pulling her hips against hers. Krystal obligingly moved her hand away from their genitals, allowing Katt to eagerly guide the bird home herself.

Katt's expression changed from blissful, to excited, and finally tense as Falco's rod burrowed its way inside her.

"Aaah!" the pink cat gasped, her claws digging into Falco's feathered shoulders.

Does she:
*[[LoK Watch Falco rail Katt?| Watch Falco rail Katt?]]
*[[LoK Demand a turn? |Demand a turn?]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Stark naked, 2 bottles of Kaluha''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=1}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Have a threesome!.

2012-12-24T12:02:13Z

Yawg:

The blue vixen half bounced, half swum towards her fellow pilot, Falco, pulling Katt behind her.

She slowly pushed her chest against his, cooing softly under her breath. She could feel his firm chest muscles beneath his plumage push back against hers- he ''really'' took good care of himself. "Katt," Krystal said, not taking her eyes from Falco's. "Come here a second."

Krystal's arm crept around the pink cat's slender waist, and pulled her up against Falco's torso. "Come feel this bird... he's pretty built, isn't he?" Katt squeaked out an affirmative, and grew slowly more aware of another of Falco's muscles.

"Thank you, Krystal- it's nice that my efforts are noticed." Falco grinned again. His hand crept under the water, and laid smoothly on the girls' hips. Katt's breath caught in her throat, and she quickly finished the last few drops of the Kaluha she still held. Krystal smiled a hungry smile, while the wheels spun in the back of her mind.

"I bet," Krystal started slowly, "I can think of something for all three of us to do." Krystal then turned towards the cat, and kissed her. The Cernian's tongue went deep inside Katt's surprised muzzle, their two still-chocolate flavored tongues dancing in front of a very pleased audience of one: Falco's hard-on gave their performance a standing ovation. Their lips parted, and slowly, their eyes opened- Katt now looked much less nervous than she did moments before. The blue vixen licked her lips, and whispered, "Falco- she's ready for you. Why don't you take her for a spin?"

Krystal moved slightly away from the two, and gently pushed them against each other. Falco's hands moved from the hips of the two girls to Katt's breasts, squeezing and massaging them gently His feathered fingers tickled the cat's nipples, tweaking them slightly- the pink cat purred her approval.

Falco's length brushed eagerly against Katt's belly- intrigued, she grasped hold of it delicately at first, and then began to stroke it underwater as she grew more confident.

Krystal whispered where she figured Falco's ears were: "...just save your load for me, bird."

Falco stole a glace towards Krystal, before looking back to the happily moaning pink cat, with a hungry look on his face. Krystal leaned forward, flicking one of Katt's nipples with her tongue when the opportunity presented itself. Her fingers traced down under the water towards Katt's naturally-dampening nethers and stroked her folds, eliciting delighted purrs from her hapless pink captive. The avian moved his hands down to Katt's but, gripping it tightly, and pulling her hips against hers. Krystal obligingly moved her hand away from their genitals, allowing Katt to eagerly guide the bird home herself.

Katt's expression changed from blissful, to excited, and finally tense as Falco's rod burrowed its way inside her.

"Aaah!" the pink cat gasped, her claws digging into Falco's feathered shoulders.

Does she:
*[[LoK Watch Falco rail Katt?| Watch Falco rail Katt?]]
*[[LoK Demand a turn? |Demand a turn?]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Stark naked, 2 bottles of Kaluha''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=1}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Put on her clothes and head to her own quarters

2012-12-17T06:34:30Z

Yawg:

Krystal shrugged, leaving the pair to their own devices. She tossed another glance over her shoulder, and it was clear they had already forgotten about her. If she was going to get her bell rung properly, she would have to find someone else. Krystal paused, waiting for the elevator. She was... uncharacteristically horny at the moment. Cerinians have rather strong sex drives, but she just had a threesome, and she was already plotting out her next conquest. She didn't normally cycle through partners that fast.

The elevator dinged open, and Krystal entered, pressing the button back to her floor. She took another drink from her Kahlua, and thought for a moment, listening to the muzak. "Computer: contact Slippy," Krystal said aloud. The elevator's communicators crackled to life, and the ship's engineer answered.

"What can I help you with, Krystal?" the frog croaked, "If you're calling about your ship, it's not finished yet. Actually, I haven't even started it yet."

"That's okay Slippy- is Fox back yet?" Krystal answered. The frog was busy; she didn't realistically expect him to be finished anyway.

"Nope." said Slippy. "But I expect he'll be here soon- you two were only supposed to be out for an hour anyway. We have that meeting this afternoon."

Krystal nodded to herself. Then, remembering that it was a comm call, asked "What's the meeting about, Slippy?"

"No idea. ''Everyone'' will be there, though. Starfox team, and the extended team."

The elevator dinged, and the doors opened, but Krystal stayed put. "Who else is here, Slippy?"

Slippy's side of the comm went silent as he counted off the ships in the hangar. "Lessee... well, you, me, Falco, & Peppy. Katt, Fay and Fara came on board with The General and Bill Grey, so they're all on board somewhere. Oh- and Fox, too, of course. This looks like it's going to be a pretty big deal."

"All right Slippy, thank you."

Krystal ended the call, and marched out of the elevator, straight to her room. She chucked her stained tank top straight into the laundry- or at least on the floor next to it. It was already a bit crusty with Falco's dried leavings, and she certainly wasn't going to wear it again. She sat down in front of the window, slipped off her pants and her panties, and threw them into the corner with her shirt.

The vixen walked to the bathroom and hopped in the shower, cleaning both the scent and the dried crusted fluids of her earlier session with Falco and Katt from her fur. ''Can't show up to a big meeting smelling like a drunken college girl,'' reasoned the blue fox as she lathered the soap over her body. She dawdled over her breasts, teasing and tweaking her nipples a bit- they responded typically, puffing and stiffening between her fingers. Subconsciously, her other hand lowered to her nethers, and began rubbing herself vainly trying to get her thighs feeling warm and tingly again. After a few more frustrating minutes of fruitless female fapping, she stomped out of the shower, and grabbed another towel.

Krystal toweled herself dry again and stared down at Sauria, idly wondering if Fox was still down there, flying through rings, and doing barrel rolls, or doing whatever else it took to make him happy. She got dressed again- opting once more for something more casual than military. Unless she was told differently, this meeting wasn't one that required her to wear a dress military uniform.

She stepped out into the hallway, intent on wandering the halls towards the hangar to wait for Fox- or someone interesting- when she almost bumped into Peppy.

"Afternoon, Krystal," Peppy said as the vixen walked out.

Does she:
*[[LoK Enter Fox's room (casual)|just say hi back and head to Fox's quarters?]]
*[[LoK Talk with Peppy|talk with Peppy?]]
*[[LoK Flirt with Peppy|flirt with the old hare?]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Casual Dress''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=1}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Put on her clothes and head to her own quarters

2012-12-14T06:35:11Z

Yawg: Created page with 'Krystal shrugs, leaving the pair to their own devices. She may not have had her bell rung as thoroughly as she would have liked, but she guessed it would have to do for now. She…'

Krystal shrugs, leaving the pair to their own devices. She may not have had her bell rung as thoroughly as she would have liked, but she guessed it would have to do for now.

She walked into her room again, and chucked her stained towel and clothing straight into the laundry-her white tank top was already getting a bit crusty with Falco's fluidic leavings.

Nude, Krystal stared down at Sauria for a few moments. Idly wondering if Fox was still down there, flying through rings, and doing barrel rolls, and whatever else it took to make him happy.

That's when she heard her doorbell chime go off...

LoK Help Slippy blow off a bit of pent-up steam.

2012-12-10T06:42:32Z

Yawg:

The blue vixen mulled over the list, and her available options. While some of the items on Slippy's list are more important- or at least, ''as'' important- as her Arwing's climate control, she'd be damned if she was going to take second place to Falco's vanity items.

"What would I have to do..." starts Krystal slowly, "...to move up a few notches on that list?"

The frog blinked. "Um..." he says intelligently. "...what?"

Krystal quickly steps forward and wraps her fingers around the sides of Slippy's belt. She thrusts her chest against her shorter crewmate, his face buried in her fuzzy cleavage. She rolls her shoulders expertly, slowly sliding her breasts out from under her flightsuit. As each of her light blue globes jiggle free, Slippy's eyes get a little wider. After a few moments, Slippy begins breathing again. His large eyes look up at the taller vixen.

"What?"

She smiles at his innocence, like predator to her prey. "I'm not asking to move all the way up the list..." she breathes. "Just..." Krystal moves her hands closer to his fly. "...just a few inches." Krystal slowly slid down to her knees, rubbing her breasts along Slippy's chin, and down his chest. She let go of his belt- she had to; he was shorter than most of the men she was used to- and stood on her hands and knees in front of him, looking up at him with her large blue eyes.

"H-how... many inches?" Slippy gasps.

Krystal looks at the bulge in his pants. "'bout five, I think..." She wags her tail slowly, moving her hips as she does so. "Will you... bump me up the line a bit, Slippy?"

The engineer- face now very pink- says nothing, and draws down the zipper on his pants hesitantly, as if he were afraid this was a trap. He stops halfway down. The Cerinian stops watching the zipper, and looks back up at the frog. "I... I can't... I have a girlfriend..."

Krystal chuckles to herself. "Oh Slippy, don't think of it as a blowjob... think of it as a favour between friends. A special way I say ''please''... you're hardly being unfaithful." Slippy looked unconvinced, but his zipper dropped down a bit more. Krystal laid it on thick. "Besides, you'll never tell her, and I don't even know who she is. This'll stay between us."

With that, the zipper falls the rest of the way down. Slippy undoes the button on the front of his pants and, after another second's pause, allows his cargopants and boxers to fall to the floor.

Krystal looks at what stands before her, bobbing an inch from her nose. "Five and a half inches."

Does she:

*[[LoK Take charge of the task before her.| Take charge of the task before her.]]

{{Status|Equipment='Half a flightsuit, Krystal's Staff''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=0}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Volunteer to put together a power point presentation, convincing the General to stay on as their client?

2012-12-10T06:38:38Z

Yawg:

"I know,General," Krystal said in her most sales-oriented tone, "why don't we review all of Team Star Fox' military successes in recent years? I think that, once you've seen what the team can accomplish with the technology at hand, you'll be suitably impressed with what we'd be able to provide you with steady funding, or even partial funding. I'll need to review things with Fox before we draft anything concrete, but I'm sure that we can come up with something mutually beneficial."

Krystal grinned enthusiastically- there was little she enjoyed more than math and problem-solving. She didn't often show that skill set off, but she had a good head for numbers. She might have been an accountant on her home planet, were it not for that whole blowing-up thing.

The General spoke in a slow drawl, " Y'know, I had a secretary once... in my youth of course, back when I was a colonel. She was Cerinian." He paused, letting that statement hang for a moment. "Long blue hair, much like yours. Longer, of course, but the same shade." He paused again, and his eyes took in her whole body, from her toes to the tips of her ears.

"Her name was Cecilia." He moved am step closer to her. "Nice girl. Great laugh." He looked directly into Krystal's eyes. "I remember how, on some nights, we would stay at the base late together. Sometimes because of work. Sometimes not." Krystal wasn't sure she liked where this was going.

The General continued talking, and stood right against her, his hands on Krystal's shoulders. "She knew I had feelings for her, of course. Hard to keep secrets from a telepath."

Krystal fought to keep her gaze steady. She wasn't sure why the General was opening up to her about her lost love like this, but she did feel like she should be dressed for it.

"You may find it hard to believe, but I was a handsome man back then. She thought I was cute, too." He looked down at Krystal's nude form again, his hands twitching a little at his sides. "I never saw her again after I was transferred away. And then..." His voice trailed off. "Well, I'm sure you know the rest."

He took a step back, and sat down on one of the changing benches. "You remind me of her. A lot. Enough to give me a bit of peace, I'd say."

Krystal didn't need to be a telepath to know what the General wanted from her... but it helped.

Does she...
*[[LoK Get down on her knees | Get down on her knees]]
*[[LoK Sit on then general's lap | Sit on the general's lap]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Stark naked, 2 bottles of Kahlua''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=1}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Volunteer to put together a power point presentation, convincing the General to stay on as their client?

2012-12-10T06:37:56Z

Yawg:

"I know,General," Krystal said in her most sales-oriented tone, "why don't we review all of Team Star Fox' military successes in recent years? I think that, once you've seen what the team can accomplish with the technology at hand, you'll be suitably impressed with what we'd be able to provide you with steady funding, or even partial funding. I'll need to review things with Fox before we draft anything concrete, but I'm sure that we can come up with something mutually beneficial."

Krystal grinned enthusiastically- there was little she enjoyed more than math and problem-solving. She didn't often show that skill set off, but she had a good head for numbers. She might have been an accountant on her home planet, were it not for that whole blowing-up thing.

The General spoke in a slow drawl, " Y'know, I had a secretary once... in my youth of course, back when I was a colonel. She was Cerinian." He paused, letting that statement hang for a moment. "Long blue hair, much like yours. Longer, of course, but the same shade." He paused again, and his eyes took in her whole body, from her toes to the tips of her ears.

"Her name was Cecilia." He moved am step closer to her. "Nice girl. Great laugh." He looked directly into Krystal's eyes. "I remember how, on some nights, we would stay at the base late together. Sometimes because of work. Sometimes not." Krystal wasn't sure she liked where this was going.

The General continued talking, and stood right against her, his hands on Krystal's shoulders. "She knew I had feelings for her, of course. Hard to keep secrets from a telepath."

Krystal fought to keep her gaze steady. She wasn't sure why the General was opening up to her about her lost love like this, but she did feel like she should be dressed for it.

"You may find it hard to believe, but I was a handsome man back then. She thought I was cute, too." He looked down at Krystal's nude form again, his hands twitching a little at his sides. "I never saw her again after I was transferred away. And then..." His voice trailed off. "Well, I'm sure you know the rest."

He took a step back, and sat down on one of the changing benches. "You remind me of her. A lot. Enough to give me a bit of peace, I'd say."

Krystal didn't need to be a telepath to know what the General wanted from her... but it helped.

Does she...
*[[LoK Get down on her knees || Get down on her knees]]
*[[LoK Sit on then general's lap || Sit on the general's lap]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Stark naked, 2 bottles of Kahlua''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=1}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Volunteer to put together a power point presentation, convincing the General to stay on as their client?

2012-12-10T06:33:29Z

Yawg:

"I know,General," Krystal said in her most sales-oriented tone, "why don't we review all of Team Star Fox' military successes in recent years? I think that, once you've seen what the team can accomplish with the technology at hand, you'll be suitably impressed with what we'd be able to provide you with steady funding, or even partial funding. I'll need to review things with Fox before we draft anything concrete, but I'm sure that we can come up with something mutually beneficial."

Krystal grinned enthusiastically- there was little she enjoyed more than math and problem-solving. She didn't often show that skill set off, but she had a good head for numbers. She might have been an accountant on her home planet, were it not for that whole blowing-up thing.

The General spoke in a slow drawl, " Y'know, I had a secretary once... in my youth of course, back when I was a colonel. She was Cerinian." He paused, letting that statement hang for a moment. "Long blue hair, much like yours. Longer, of course, but the same shade." He paused again, and his eyes took in her whole body, from her toes to the tips of her ears.

"Her name was Cecilia." He moved am step closer to her. "Nice girl. Great laugh." He looked directly into Krystal's eyes. "I remember how, on some nights, we would stay at the base late together. Sometimes because of work. Sometimes not." Krystal wasn't sure she liked where this was going.

The General continued talking, and stood right against her, his hands on Krystal's shoulders. "She knew I had feelings for her, of course. Hard to keep secrets from a telepath."

Krystal fought to keep her gaze steady. She wasn't sure why the General was opening up to her about her lost love like this, but she did feel like she should be dressed for it.

"You may find it hard to believe, but I was a handsome man back then. She thought I was cute, too." He looked down at Krystal's nude form again, his hands twitching a little at his sides. "I never saw her again after I was transferred away. And then..." His voice trailed off. "Well, I'm sure you know the rest."

He took a step back, and sat down on one of the changing benches. "You remind me of her. A lot. Enough, I'd say to give me a bit of peace, I'd say."

Krystal didn't need to be a telepath to know what the General wanted from her... but it helped.

{{Status|Equipment=''Stark naked, 2 bottles of Kahlua''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=1}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Volunteer to put together a power point presentation, convincing the General to stay on as their client?

2012-12-06T14:48:56Z

Yawg:

"I know,General," Krystal said in her most sales-oriented tone, "why don't we review all of Team Star Fox' military successes in recent years? I think that, once you've seen what the team can accomplish with the technology at hand, you'll be suitably impressed with what we'd be able to provide you with steady funding, or even partial funding. I'll need to review things with Fox before we draft anything concrete, but I'm sure that we can come up with something mutually beneficial."

Krystal grinned uncharacteristically enthusiastically- there was little she enjoyed more than math and problem-solving. She didn't often show that skill set off, but she had a good head for numbers. She might have been an accountant on her home planet, were it not for that whole blowing-up thing.

As if he were a telepath himself, the General spoke in a slow drawl, " Y'know, I had a secretary once... in my youth of course, back when I was a colonel. She was Cerinian." He paused, letting that statement hang for a moment. "Long blue hair, much like yours. Longer, of course, but the same shade." He paused again, and his eyes took in her whole body, from her toes to the tips of her ears.

"Her name was Cecilia." He moved am step closer to her. "Nice girl. Great sense of humor." He looked directly into Krystal's eyes. "I remember how, on some late nights, we would stay at the office late together. I would think about her while we worked." Krystal wasn't sure she liked where this was going.

The General continued talking, and stood right against her, his hands on Krystal's shoulders. "She knew, of course. Hard to keep secrets from a telepath."

Krystal fought to keep her gaze steady. She didn't have to be a telepath to know where this was headed.

{{Status|Equipment=''Stark naked, 2 bottles of Kahlua''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=1}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Volunteer to put together a power point presentation, convincing the General to stay on as their client?

2012-12-06T14:48:45Z

Yawg:

"I know,General," Krystal said in her most sales-oriented tone, "why don't we review all of Team Star Fox' military successes in recent years? I think that, once you've seen what the team can accomplish with the technology at hand, you'll be suitably impressed with what we'd be able to provide you with steady funding, or even partial funding. I'll need to review things with Fox before we draft anything concrete, but I'm sure that we can come up with something mutually beneficial."

Krystal grinned uncharacteristically enthusiastically- there was little she enjoyed more than math and problem-solving. She didn't often show that skill set off, but she had a good head for numbers. She might have been an accountant on her home planet, were it not for that whole blowing-up thing.

As if he were a telepath himself, the General spoke in a slow drawl, " Y'know, I had a secretary once... in my youth of course, back when I was a colonel. She was Cerinian." He paused, letting that statement hang for a moment. "Long blue hair, much like yours. Longer, of course, but the same shade." He paused again, and his eyes took in her whole body, from her toes to the tips of her ears.

"Her name was Cecilia." He moved am step closer to her. "Nice girl. Great sense of humor." He looked directly into Krystal's eyes. "I remember how, on some late nights, we would stay at the office late together. I would think about her while we worked." Krystal wasn't sure she liked where this was going.

The General continued talking, and stood right against her, his hands on Krystal's shoulders. "She knew, of course. Hard to keep secrets from a telepath."

Krystal fought to keep her gaze steady. She didn't have to be a telepath to know where this was headed.

Does she:
*[[LoK Volunteer to put together a power point presentation, convincing the General to stay on as their client?| Volunteer to put together a power point presentation, convincing the General to stay on as their client?]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Stark naked, 2 bottles of Kahlua''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=1}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Volunteer to put together a power point presentation, convincing the General to stay on as their client?

2012-12-06T05:48:05Z

Yawg: Created page with '"I know,General," Krystal said in her most sales-oriented tone, "why don't we review all of Team Star Fox' military successes in recent years? I think that, once you've seen what…'

LoK Head to the Pool Showers to get cleaned off?

2012-12-04T06:30:12Z

Yawg:

Krystal sashayed unsteadily towards the showers. She perhaps didn't get her bell rung as thoroughly as she normally did, but her legs still tingled a bit. She glanced back to the lovers at the poolside Katt was purring something softly to Falco, who chuckled something under his breath. Krystal smiled a little, and continued into the shower. She didn't need to be a telepath to figure out what those two were planning.

She walked around to the ladies' changing room -Slippy had hastily subdivided the old changing room when she joined the crew- and tossed her clothes and towel on a nearby bench. Humming quietly to herself, she walked to one of the shower stalls, keen on washing the fluids from the afternoon's dalliances off before it set in.

"Oh!" Caught completely by surprise, Krystal locked eyes with a very large-framed hound dog. "General..? What are you doing here?" Krystal paused for a moment. "In... the ladies' shower room." She paused again, but wasn't willing to voice the next thought that sprung into her head. ''Watching Falco, Katt, and I make love.''

The General also paused, choosing his words carefully. "Why I'm here is classified... However I will reveal that to the rest of your team at the meeting today at 19:00 hours." He paused again to look at Krystal. She continued standing attentively in front of him- she was Cerinian; she wasn't as hung up on nudity like Cornerians were. The General spoke again. "I am here, hiding in the washroom, because I was making an inspection of this vessel when Falco started swimming. Then you and Katt joined him... and... well, it would have been awkward to try to sneak out in the middle of all that."

''Ah. So he was watching.'' Krystal cursed silently to herself. Fox would go apeshit if he found out his pilots were screwing like college kids. Worse, if he knew they did it with their number one employer watching. Speaking of which... Pepper was still here. Looking at her.

"An inspection, General? Do you plan on availing yourself of our services in the near future?" Krystal tried to misdirect the older man, change up the flow of conversation a bit. Distract the both of them from her nudity a bit.

"Possibly, possibly." The General, for the first time, broke eye contact with her, and cast his eyes around the room. "I have little doubt in Starfox Team's combat abilities. But I also have little doubt that you're badly in need of funding. Your base of operations and it's equipment is in disrepair. Shameful. Why, its almost enough to make me reconsider using you as an asset. There are other space mercenaries out there with better equipment, and almost as good a record."

Krystal bit her lip nervously. This was not at all what the team needed right now. They needed work. And Pepper was one of their largest accounts. Krystal had to figure out some way to change the general's mind, and fast.

Does she:
*[[LoK Volunteer to put together a power point presentation, convincing the General to stay on as their client?| Volunteer to put together a power point presentation, convincing the General to stay on as their client?]]
*[[LoK Try to seduce the General? | Try to seduce the General?]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Stark naked, 2 bottles of Kahlua''|Health=100|MP=0|Level =1}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Take charge of the task before her.

2012-12-04T06:15:41Z

Yawg:

Krystal leans forward, opening her maw- her hot breath wafting over the green-tipped cock of the engineer. She pauses, mouth open, surrounding Slippy's penis, but not touching it. Predictably, the frog makes a strangled noise, anxious for things to begin.

She closes her lips around the head, sucking on it for a moment before letting go, and then lapping at it quickly with her pink tongue. She reaches up with a hand and grabs the base of the shaft, before going down on it again, deeper this time.

With ease, Krystal's mouth enveloped Slippy's cock- he was smaller than some of the males she had been with before, so she was able to accommodate his length with little difficulty. She had him right where she wanted, and she knew it. As Little Slippy journeyed further towards the back of her throat, she lashed and circled his shaft and fleshy knob with her tongue. Her wet nose pressed firmly against Slippy's less-than washboard abs, when suddenly, she pulls away.

"So," Krystal gasped, pausing for breath, "the heater?"

Slippy looks down, eyes wide in both fear and desperate anticipation. "I'll fix it! I'll fix it!"

"When?" Krystal says, punctuating the sentence with a quick lick to the tip.

"Let me fix ROB first! Then Samus' windshield! Then you! Then the chairs!"

Krystal greedily glomps down on his cock, burying her face in his crotch. She then pulls away just as quickly. "ROB, Samus, then me?" she asked plaintively. She sucks on his cock head again, waiting for his reply.

Slippy grips the nearby workbench for support with one hand, and the back of her head with the other, vainly trying to urge Krystal back onto his rod, his little hips trying to buck against her. Krystal's jaw is strong, however. He then realizes he's getting nowhere. "Samus, you, then ROB. ROB can wait. But please, god, don't make me tell Samus it's going to take any longer than it will..."

Krystal coyly pretends to consider his counter-offer, before making good on her end of the bargain. The vixen's mouth is warm, wet and inviting, and she knows the frog won't last much longer- the heat radiating off the frog's member in her mouth tell her that much, but the empathic flashes and strained expressions on the frog tell her more. ''One more good suck, and it's all over, frog.'' Krystal thinks smugly to herself. She gives it a few more good pumps with her free hand for good measure.

His fingers grip her hair firmly but gently, encouraging Krystal's lavish attention. Vainly, Slippy grits his teeth as he tries to delay the inevitable explosion. Krystal moves her hands to his balls, and she gives a gentle squeeze- Slippy's determination evaporates in a high-pitched and satisfied cry, as he thrusts for a final time down the vixen's throat.

Slippy's pocket-rocket erupts in her mouth, shooting a load rapidly down her throat. Krystal gags, surprised at the speed at first, but acclimates quickly, stroking and sucking what he has to offer her. The engineer's thick batter splashes over her tongue a second time, tasting like most males do- salty, with a unique, almost fishy-taste. Slowly he draws his member out of her maw, now somewhat deflated from it's vigorous abuse.

Her blue fingers stroke it a few more times, coaxing the last of the viscous liquid out. Sure enough, his cock has a last dying spasm, as the last stream of his ejaculate splashes across her muzzle.

Krystal licks his cock clean, never taking her eyes off of Slippy- his expression tired, happy, but with an odd slow-creeping dread as the implications of what he's done catch up with him. She slowly scrapes off that last fleck of cum with her fingers and, before licking it off her fingertips, asks, "Samus, then me, right?" Lick.

Slippy takes a moment, then slowly nods. "Samus... then you."

Satisfied, Krystal stands up, and zips up the front of her suit, while Slippy wistfully catches a final glimpse of Krystal's pert nipples before they disappear again under the leather. "Thanks, Slippy. That was... fun." Krystal checks her reflection briefly in the shiny surface of one of Slippy's unfinished projects. Seeing no evidence of her latest conquest, she sashays out of the engineering room, waving to Slippy as she leaves.

Does she:
*[[LoK Head to her quarters to get changed.| LoK Head to her quarters to get changed.]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Flightsuit''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=0}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Have a threesome!.

2012-12-03T06:53:50Z

Yawg:

The blue vixen half bounced, half swum towards her fellow pilot, Falco, pulling Katt behind her.

She slowly pushed her chest against his, cooing softly under her breath. She could feel his firm chest muscles beneath his plumage push back against hers- he ''really'' took good care of himself. "Katt," Krystal said, not taking her eyes from Falco's. "Come here a second."

Krystal's arm crept around the pink cat's slender waist, and pulled her up against Falco's torso. "Come feel this bird... he's pretty built, isn't he?" Katt squeaked out an affirmative, and grew slowly more aware of another of Falco's muscles.

"Thank you, Krystal- it's nice that my efforts are noticed." Falco grinned again. His hand crept under the water, and laid smoothly on the girls' hips. Katt's breath caught in her throat, and she quickly finished the last few drops of the Kaluha she still held. Krystal smiled a hungry smile, while the wheels spun in the back of her mind.

"I bet," Krystal started slowly, "I can think of something for all three of us to do." Krystal then turned towards the cat, and kissed her. The Cernian's tongue went deep inside Katt's surprised muzzle, their two still-chocolate flavored tongues dancing in front of a very pleased audience of one: Falco's hard-on gave their performance a standing ovation. Their lips parted, and slowly, their eyes opened- Katt now looked much less nervous than she did moments before. The blue vixen licked her lips, and whispered, "Falco- she's ready for you. Why don't you take her for a spin?"

Krystal moved slightly away from the two, and gently pushed them against each other. Falco's hands moved from the hips of the two girls to Katt's breasts, squeezing and massaging them gently His feathered fingers tickled the cat's nipples, tweaking them slightly- the pink cat purred her approval.

Falco's length brushed eagerly against Katt's belly- intrigued, she grasped hold of it delicately at first, and then began to stroke it underwater as she grew more confident.

Krystal whispered where she figured Falco's ears were: "...just save your load for me, bird."

Falco stole a glace towards Krystal, before looking back to the happily moaning pink cat, with a hungry look on his face. Krystal leaned forward, flicking one of Katt's nipples with her tongue when the opportunity presented itself. Her fingers traced down under the water towards Katt's naturally-dampening nethers and stroked her folds, eliciting delighted purrs from her hapless pink captive. The avian moved his hands down to Katt's but, gripping it tightly, and pulling her hips against hers. Krystal obligingly moved her hand away from their genitals, allowing Katt to eagerly guide the bird home herself.

Katt's expression changed from blissful, to excited, and finally tense as Falco's rod burrowed its way inside her.

"Aaah!" the pink cat gasped, her claws digging into Falco's feathered shoulders.

Does she:
*[[LoK Watch Falco rail Katt?| Watch Falco rail Katt?]]
*[[LoK Pour her drink on Katt's breasts?| Pour her drink on Katt's breasts?]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Stark naked, 2 bottles of Kaluha''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=1}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Head to the Pool Showers to get cleaned off?

2012-12-03T06:38:16Z

Yawg:

Krystal sashayed unsteadily towards the showers. She perhaps didn't her bell rung as thoroughly as she normally did, but her legs still tingled a bit. She glanced back to the lovers at the poolside Katt was purring something softly to Falco, who chuckled something under his breath. Krystal smiled a little, and continued into the shower. She didn't need to be a telepath to figure out what those two were planning.

She walked around to the ladies' changing room -Slippy had hastily subdivided the old changing room when she joined the crew- and tossed her clothes and towel on a nearby bench. Humming quietly to herself, she walked to one of the shower stalls, keen on washing the fluids from the afternoon's dalliances off before it set in.

"Oh!" Caught completely by surprise, Krystal locked eyes with a very large-framed hound dog. "General..? What are you doing here?" Krystal paused for a moment. "In... the ladies' shower room." She paused again, but wasn't willing to voice the next thought that sprung into her head. ''Watching Falco, Katt, and I make love.''

The General also paused, choosing his words carefully. "Why I'm here is classified... However I will reveal that to the rest of your team at the meeting today at 19:00 hours." He paused again to look at Krystal. She continued standing attentively in front of him- she was Cerinian; she wasn't as hung up on nudity like Cornerians were. The General spoke again. "I am here, hiding in the washroom, because I was making an inspection of this vessel when Falco started swimming. Then you and Katt joined him... and... well, it would have been awkward to try to sneak out in the middle of all that."

''Ah. So he was watching.'' Krystal cursed silently to herself. Fox would go apeshit if he found out his pilots were screwing like college kids. Worse, if he knew they did it with their number one employer watching. Speaking of which... Pepper was still here. Looking at her.

"An inspection, General? Do you plan on availing yourself of our services in the near future?" Krystal tried to misdirect the older man, change up the flow of conversation a bit. Distract the both of them from her nudity a bit.

"Possibly, possibly." The General, for the first time, broke eye contact with her, and cast his eyes around the room. "I have little doubt in Starfox Team's combat abilities. But I also have little doubt that you're badly in need of funding. Your base of operations and it's equipment is in disrepair. Shameful. Why, its almost enough to make me reconsider using you as an asset. There are other space mercenaries out there with better equipment, and almost as good a record."

Krystal bit her lip nervously. This was not at all what the team needed right now. They needed work. And Pepper was one of their largest accounts. Krystal had to figure out some way to change the general's mind, and fast.

Does she:
*[[LoK Volunteer to put together a power point presentation, convincing the General to stay on as their client?| Volunteer to put together a power point presentation, convincing the General to stay on as their client?]]
*[[LoK Try to seduce the General? | Try to seduce the General?]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Stark naked, 2 bottles of Kahlua''|Health=100|MP=0|Level =1}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Head to the Pool Showers to get cleaned off?

2012-12-03T06:37:14Z

Yawg:

Krystal sashayed unsteadily towards the showers. She perhaps didn't her bell rung as thoroughly as she normally did, but her legs still tingled a bit. She glanced back to the lovers at the poolside Katt was purring something softly to Falco, who chuckled something under his breath. Krystal smiled a little, and continued into the shower. She didn't need to be a telepath to figure out what those two were planning.

She walked around to the ladies' changing room -Slippy had hastily subdivided the old changing room when she joined the crew- and tossed her clothes and towel on a nearby bench. Humming quietly to herself, she walked to one of the shower stalls, keen on washing the fluids from the afternoon's dalliances off before it set in.

"Oh!" Caught completely by surprise, Krystal locked eyes with a very large-framed hound dog. "General..? What are you doing here?" Krystal paused for a moment. "In... the ladies' shower room." She paused again, but wasn't willing to voice the next thought that sprung into her head. ''Watching Falco, Katt, and I make love.''

The General also paused, choosing his words carefully. "Why I'm here is classified... However I will reveal that to the rest of your team at the meeting today at 19:00 hours." He paused again to look at Krystal. She continued standing attentively in front of him- she was Cerinian; she wasn't as hung up on nudity like Cornerians were. The General spoke again. "I am here, hiding in the washroom, because I was making an inspection of this vessel when Falco started swimming. Then you and Katt joined him... and... well, it would have been awkward to try to sneak out in the middle of all that."

''Ah. So he was watching.'' Krystal cursed silently to herself. Fox would go apeshit if he found out his pilots were screwing like college kids. Worse, if he knew they did it with their number one employer watching. Speaking of which... Pepper was still here. Looking at her.

"An inspection, General? Do you plan on availing yourself of our services in the near future?" Krystal tried to misdirect the older man, change up the flow of conversation a bit. Distract the both of them from her nudity a bit.

"Possibly, possibly." The General, for the first time, broke eye contact with her, and cast his eyes around the room. "I have little doubt in Starfox Team's combat abilities. But I also have little doubt that you're badly in need of funding. Your base of operations and it's equipment is in disrepair. Shameful. Why, its almost enough to make me reconsider using you as an asset. There are other space mercenaries out there with better equipment, and almost as good a record."

Krystal bit her lip nervously. This was not at all what the team needed right now. They needed work. And Pepper was one of their largest accounts. Krystal had to figure out some way to change the general's mind, and fast.

Does she:
*[[LoK Volunteer to put together a power point presentation, convincing the General to stay on as their client?| Volunteer to put together a power point presentation, convincing the General to stay on as their client?]]
*[[LoK Try to seduce the General? | Try to seduce the General?]]

{{Status|Equipment = ''Stark naked, 2 bottles of Kahlua''|health=100|MP=0|Level =1}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Head to the Pool Showers to get cleaned off?

2012-12-03T06:36:17Z

Yawg:

Krystal sashayed unsteadily towards the showers. She perhaps didn't her bell rung as thoroughly as she normally did, but her legs still tingled a bit. She glanced back to the lovers at the poolside Katt was purring something softly to Falco, who chuckled something under his breath. Krystal smiled a little, and continued into the shower. She didn't need to be a telepath to figure out what those two were planning.

She walked around to the ladies' changing room -Slippy had hastily subdivided the old changing room when she joined the crew- and tossed her clothes and towel on a nearby bench. Humming quietly to herself, she walked to one of the shower stalls, keen on washing the fluids from the afternoon's dalliances off before it set in.

"Oh!" Caught completely by surprise, Krystal locked eyes with a very large-framed hound dog. "General..? What are you doing here?" Krystal paused for a moment. "In... the ladies' shower room." She paused again, but wasn't willing to voice the next thought that sprung into her head. ''Watching Falco, Katt, and I make love.''

The General also paused, choosing his words carefully. "Why I'm here is classified... However I will reveal that to the rest of your team at the meeting today at 19:00 hours." He paused again to look at Krystal. She continued standing attentively in front of him- she was Cerinian; she wasn't as hung up on nudity like Cornerians were. The General spoke again. "I am here, hiding in the washroom, because I was making an inspection of this vessel when Falco started swimming. Then you and Katt joined him... and... well, it would have been awkward to try to sneak out in the middle of all that."

''Ah. So he was watching.'' Krystal cursed silently to herself. Fox would go apeshit if he found out his pilots were screwing like college kids. Worse, if he knew they did it with their number one employer watching. Speaking of which... Pepper was still here. Looking at her.

"An inspection, General? Do you plan on availing yourself of our services in the near future?" Krystal tried to misdirect the older man, change up the flow of conversation a bit. Distract the both of them from her nudity a bit.

"Possibly, possibly." The General, for the first time, broke eye contact with her, and cast his eyes around the room. "I have little doubt in Starfox Team's combat abilities. But I also have little doubt that you're badly in need of funding. Your base of operations and it's equipment is in disrepair. Shameful. Why, its almost enough to make me reconsider using you as an asset. There are other space mercenaries out there with better equipment, and almost as good a record."

Krystal bit her lip nervously. This was not at all what the team needed right now. They needed work. And Pepper was one of their largest accounts. Krystal had to figure out some way to change the general's mind, and fast.

Does she:
*[[LoK Volunteer to put together a power point presentation, convincing the General to stay on as their client?| Volunteer to put together a power point presentation, convincing the General to stay on as their client?]]
*[[LoK Try to seduce the General? | Try to seduce the General?]]

{{Status|Equipment = ''Stark naked, 2 bottles of Kahlua''|health =100|MP=0|Level =1}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Head to the Pool Showers to get cleaned off?

2012-12-03T06:31:54Z

Yawg: Created page with 'Krystal sashayed unsteadily towards the showers. She perhaps didn't her bell rung as thoroughly as she normally did, but her legs still tingled a bit. She glanced back to the lov…'

LoK Help Slippy blow off a bit of pent-up steam.

2012-12-03T05:46:35Z

Yawg:

The blue vixen mulled over the list, and her available options. While some of the items on Slippy's list are more important- or at least, ''as'' important- as her Arwing's climate control, she'd be damned if she was going to take second place to Falco's vanity items.

"What would I have to do..." starts Krystal slowly, "...to move up a few notches on that list?"

The frog blinked. "Um..." he says intelligently. "...what?"

Krystal quickly steps forward and wraps her fingers around the sides of Slippy's belt. She thrusts her chest against her shorter crewmate, his face buried in her fuzzy cleavage. She rolls her shoulders expertly, slowly sliding her breasts out from under her flightsuit. As each of her light blue globes jiggle free, Slippy's eyes get a little wider. After a few moments, Slippy begins breathing again. His large eyes look up at the taller vixen.

"What?"

She smiles at his innocence, like predator to her prey. "I'm not asking to move all the way up the list..." she breathes. "Just..." Krystal moves her hands closer to his fly. "...just a few inches." Krystal slowly slid down to her knees, rubbing her breasts along Slippy's chin, and down his chest. She let go of his belt- she had to; he was shorter than most of the men she was used to- and stood on her hands and knees in front of him, looking up at him with her large blue eyes.

"H-how... many inches?" Slippy gasps.

Krystal looks at the bulge in his pants. "'bout five, I think..." She wags her tail slowly, moving her hips as she does so. "Will you... bump me up the line a bit, Slippy?"

The engineer- face now very pink- says nothing, and draws down the zipper on his pants hesitantly, as if he were afraid this was a trap. He stops halfway down. The Cerinian stops watching the zipper, and looks back up at the frog. "I... I can't... I have a girlfriend..."

Krystal chuckles to herself. "Oh Slippy, don't think of it as a blowjob... think of it as a favour between friends. A special way I say ''please''... you're hardly being unfaithful." Slippy looked unconvinced, but his zipper dropped down a bit more. Krystal laid it on thick. "Besides, you'll never tell her, and I don't even know who she is. This'll stay between us."

With that, the zipper falls the rest of the way down. Slippy undoes the button on the front of his pants and, after another second's pause, allows his overalls and boxers to fall to the floor.

Krystal looks at what stands before her, bobbing an inch from her nose. "Five and a half inches."

Does she:

*[[LoK Take charge of the task before her.| Take charge of the task before her.]]

{{Status|Equipment='Half a flightsuit, Krystal's Staff''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=0}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Falco unload on Krystal, as promised?

2012-11-25T22:28:59Z

Yawg: Created page with 'Falco looked up, still grinding into the hindquarters of the pink cat between them. "All right, Krystal... I... I'm a bird of my word." Katt mewed once as Falco's dick slid out o…'

Falco looked up, still grinding into the hindquarters of the pink cat between them. "All right, Krystal... I... I'm a bird of my word." Katt mewed once as Falco's dick slid out of her, disappointed he didn't climax inside her.

The blue hawk quickly jumped to the edge, scrambling towards an increasingly excited-looking vixen. Krystal held Katt's face against her mound, reminding the pink cat that she still had work to do, while the vixen licked her maw hungrily.

Falco stood beside Krystal, and, gripping her blue locks, thrust his cock deep into her waiting maw. Krystal gagged at first on his length and exuberance- she hadn't had him as a partner before, and wasn't sure what she needed to be prepared for. The bird continued his assault on her throat, fucking her mouth with reckless abandon.

Krystal acclimated easily enough once she got over the surprise, and gripped the base of his shaft with her free hand. She milked him as best she could, distracted by both Falco's rough hammering and Katt's tender licking. She knew she was close, but the deep rumbling caw building up in Falco's throat told Krystal that she wouldn't have enough time for her own needs.

With an echoing ''caw!'' Falco erupted in Krystal's mouth, pouring out his warm seed down her throat. The taste of the Kahlua that was still on her tongue was quickly overwhelmed by his thick, salty sperm. Krystal lightly squeezed Falco's downy balls, and another burst of flavor splashed against the back of her throat.

Katt had stopped servicing Krystal, and was watching the exchange of fluids that was occurring above her. Cum dripped from Krystal's smiling lips, white drops streaming down the outside of her throat, down between her breasts. Katt raised her head and lapped the stray drops away, cleaning the spatters from Krystal's voluptuous chest. Falco had calmed significantly, his frenzied thrusts had died down to a calmer pace, but he was not yet ready to pull out of her warm, welcoming mouth.

Krystal gently pushed him away, dribbling lines of semen still dripping from his spent cock. She looked up at him happily. "Thanks, Falco- that was nice."

Falco opened his eyes, and looked down at the two happy women at his feet. "Always... always glad to be of service." He lightly rubbed his dick on Krystal's cheek, marking her face with his seed. Katt, in a burst of jealousy, jumped onto the ledge with them, and licked it off.

"Why don't you go into the showers there and clean up a bit, Krystal?" suggested Katt strongly. "There's something I'd like to discuss with Falco in private."

The vixen looked at the interested expression on Falco's face, then back at Katt. Katt couldn't tear her eyes from Falco's penis- clearly, the cat wanted more, and wasn't interested in sharing the next round.

Krystal shrugged, silently cursing the fact that she hadn't managed to get off yet. Maybe a shower ''would'' help. She unsteadily got to her feet, and walked to where she tossed her clothes and her towel.

She turned again to say her goodbyes, but already Katt was tending to Falco, greedily sucking any remaining drops out, and trying to get him hard. Not wishing to interrupt, Krystal decided to make her exit.

Does she:
*[[LoK Head to the Pool Showers to get cleaned off?| Head to the Pool Showers to get cleaned off]]
*[[LoK Put on her clothes and head to her own quarters| Put on her clothes and head to her own quarters]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Stark naked, 2 bottles of Kaluha''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=1}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Watch Falco rail Katt?

2012-11-25T21:16:18Z

Yawg:

Falco awkwardly humped Katt, slowly building up some momentum against the resistance of the pool water. He half-waddled towards the edge of the pool, clutching the cat's pink butt, while she tried to coo encouragement between stifled giggles.

Krystal wasn't making it easy for the couple to maintain their composure either... the normally serious Falco looked completely ridiculous and unsteady- she hoped for Katt's sake that this opening part of the performance wouldn't be typical. The bird, having finally made it to the water's edge, used it to steady his thrusting motion, which had an immediate effect on the pitch of Katt's voice.

"Oh my GOD, Falco!" she cried, as his baster drove itself deep inside her. Falco thrust again in mute answer. Bird-made waves crashed around the merrily squirming couple, which did much to obscure Katt's more vocal approval, but little to dampen their resolve.

As far as Katt was concerned, she was living out a dream come true, and the waves that resulted from their lovemaking was a small price to pay. As far as Falco was concerned, the water's resistance was making it difficult to drive himself into his pink partner- but he never backed down from a challenge. As far as Krystal was concerned, however, she was missing out. She casually walked back towards the ladder, and climbed out of the pool. The vixen, never taking her eyes from the copulating couple, grabbed another of the mudslides. She popped another open, and strode purposely towards them again- staying out of the water this time.

She sat casually on the pool's edge, behind Katt's head, and cleared her throat to catch Falco's attention. The bird looked up from Katt's blissfully mewling face, and saw Krystal motioning him to turn her around.

Falco pulled out slowly, hesitantly, and reached up from Katt's hips to her shoulders. She pink cat focused her dazed eyes for a moment, confused, until Falco spun her around, and pushed her head into Krystal's crotch.

"Better keep up your strength, Katt," Krystal said seductively, looking down at the breathless kitten. "Why don't you have a drink?" Grabbing her pink ears, Krystal steered her friend nose-first towards her soaking muff. Obediently, the kitten lapped at Krystal's folds, teasing the vixen's clit with her tiny pink tongue, pausing briefly when Falco again penetrated her from behind. Krystal slowly poured the Kahlua down her cleavage- the chocolatey river trickling between her breasts, down her tight stomach, and mingled with her own, non-alcoholic nectar, but sweetening Krystal's natural taste. Katt responded positively, shedding the last of her reservations, and muff-dove into Krystal with reckless abandon. Krystal tensed and shivered approvingly as the cat ate her out between her own happy moans and squeals, as Falco drove mightily into her.

It wasn't long before Krystal became aware of her own and Falco's labored breathing. Krystal was close, and she knew Falco was too. Katt had already melted into a pink, blissful kitty goo- she came quickly after Falco switched positions, though she still lapped absently at Krystal's pussy. "Falco," moaned Krystal, "come here..."

Does...:
*[[LoK Falco cum inside Katt?| Falco cum inside Katt?]]
*[[LoK Falco unload on Krystal, as promised?| Falco unload on Krystal, as promised?]]
*[[LoK Falco splatter them both?| Falco splatter them both?]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Stark naked, 3 bottles of Kaluha''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=1}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Falco cum inside Katt?

2012-11-25T21:12:43Z

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Falco didn't respond, the determined, singular expression on his face told Krystal that the bird was miles away, his primitive brain urging him to focus on the female he had in his clutches. A little disappointed, Krystal encouraged Katt's ministrations that much more- she knew Katt would stop when Falco came, and Krystal was far too wound up to allow that.

"C'mon Katt," Krystal whispered, "just a little more... remember who you have to thank for this." The cat looked up with drunk and happy eyes, then back down at Krystal's soaking snatch. Hungrily and with purpose, she dove in between Krystal's thighs again, showing no mercy. Krystal's back arched, and her shapely legs curled around Katt's head. Krystal slumped backwards on the cool tiled floor, loudly moaning encouragement- she was so close, so close...

Krystal's hips ground ecstatically against Katt's muzzle, pressing her light blue mound into Katt's face, encouraging the cat's tongue deeper. "F-fuck... Katt... yyeeeesssss...." One more flick of a rough tongue sent Krystal over the edge- she cried out and tensed, then burst into an orgasm, her juices soaking Katt's face.

Falco wasn't far behind- he thrust deeply into the pussy's pussy and squawked out his orgasm. Katt gave a final squeal, as Falco pumped her full of bird seed. His laborious breathing slowed, his thrusts, pushing more of his cum deeper inside her, slowed with it. Spent, Falco slowly slipped out of Katt, and he wobbled over to the pools edge, pulled himself out of the water, and lay on the tile beside Krystal.

Katt joined the three of them, breathing raggedly. Eventually, she caught her breath enough to speak. "That was awesome..." she stated with finality. "We totally need to do that again." She licked her muzzle clean, not taking her eyes from Falco. Krystal knew she wasn't included as part of the 'we' Katt was talking about. She unsteadily got to her feet, and turned to bid the pair adieu- but Katt had already crawled on top of the spent bird, and seemed to be doing her best to get him hard again.

Krystal smirked, and grabbed a towel and her discarded clothing from the chair she threw them on.

Does she:
*[[LoK Head to the Pool Showers to get cleaned off?| Head to the Pool Showers to get cleaned off]]
*[[LoK Put on her clothes and head to her own quarters| Put on her clothes and head to her own quarters]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Stark naked, 2 bottles of Kaluha''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=1}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Take charge of the task before her.

2012-11-25T20:16:59Z

Yawg:

Krystal leans forward, opening her maw- her hot breath wafting over the green-tipped cock of the engineer. She pauses, mouth open, surrounding Slippy's penis, but not touching it. Predictably, the frog makes a strangled noise, anxious for things to begin.

She closes her lips around the head, sucking on it for a moment before letting go, and then lapping at it quickly with her pink tongue. She reaches up with a hand and grabs the base of the shaft, before going down on it again, deeper this time.

With ease, Krystal's mouth enveloped Slippy's cock- he was smaller than some of the males she had been with before, so she was able to accommodate his length with little difficulty. She had him right where she wanted, and she knew it. As Little Slippy journeyed further towards the back of her throat, she lashed and circled his shaft and fleshy knob with her tongue. Her wet nose pressed firmly against Slippy's less-than washboard abs, when suddenly, she pulls away.

"So," Krystal gasped, pausing for breath, "the heater?"

Slippy looks down, eyes wide in both fear and desperate anticipation. "I'll fix it! I'll fix it!"

"When?" Krystal says, punctuating the sentence with a quick lick to the tip.

"Let me fix ROB first! Then Samus' windshield! Then you! Then the chairs!"

Krystal greedily glomps down on his cock, burying her face in his crotch. She then pulls away just as quickly. "ROB, Samus, then me?" she asked plaintively. She sucks on his cock head again, waiting for his reply.

Slippy grips the nearby workbench for support with one hand, and the back of her head with the other, vainly trying to urge Krystal back onto his rod, his little hips trying to buck against her. Krystal's jaw is strong, however. He then realizes he's getting nowhere. "Samus, you, then ROB. ROB can wait. But please, god, don't make me tell Samus it's going to take any longer than it will..."

Krystal coyly pretends to consider his counter-offer, before making good on her end of the bargain. The vixen's mouth is warm, wet and inviting, and she knows the frog won't last much longer- the heat radiating off the frog's member in her mouth tell her that much, but the empathic flashes and strained expressions on the frog tell her more. ''One more good suck, and it's all over, frog.'' Krystal thinks smugly to herself. She gives it a few more good pumps with her free hand for good measure.

His fingers grip her hair firmly but gently, encouraging Krystal's lavish attention. Vainly, Slippy grits his teeth as he tries to delay the inevitable explosion. Krystal moves her hands to his balls, and she gives a gentle squeeze- Slippy's determination evaporates in a high-pitched and satisfied cry, as he thrusts for a final time down the vixen's throat.

Slippy's pocket-rocket erupts in her mouth, shooting a load rapidly down her throat. Krystal gags at first, surprised at the speed at first, but acclimates quickly, stroking and sucking what he has to offer her. The engineer's thick batter splashes over her tongue a second time, tasting like most males do- salty, with a unique, almost fishy-taste. Slowly he draws his member out of her maw, now somewhat deflated from it's vigorous abuse.

Her blue fingers stroke it a few more times, coaxing the last of the viscous liquid out. Sure enough, his cock has a last dying spasm, as the last stream of his ejaculate splashes across her muzzle.

Krystal licks his cock clean, never taking her eyes off of Slippy- his expression tired, happy, but with an odd slow-creeping dread as the implications of what he's done catch up with him. She slowly scrapes off that last fleck of cum with her fingers and, before licking it off her fingertips, asks, "Samus, then me, right?" Lick.

Slippy takes a moment, then slowly nods. "Samus... then you."

Satisfied, Krystal stands up, and zips up the front of her suit, while Slippy wistfully catches a final glimpse of Krystal's pert nipples before they disappear again under the leather. "Thanks, Slippy. That was... fun." Krystal checks her reflection briefly in the shiny surface of one of Slippy's unfinished projects. Seeing no evidence of her latest conquest, she sashays out of the engineering room, waving to Slippy as she leaves.

Does she:
*[[LoK Head to her quarters to get changed.| LoK Head to her quarters to get changed.]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Flightsuit''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=0}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Watch Falco rail Katt?

2012-11-25T20:14:30Z

Yawg:

Falco awkwardly humped Katt, slowly building up some momentum against the resistance of the pool water. He half-waddled towards the edge of the pool, clutching the cat's pink butt, while she tried to coo encouragement between stifled giggles.

Krystal wasn't making it easy for the couple to maintain their composure either... the normally serious Falco looked completely ridiculous and unsteady- she hoped for Katt's sake that this opening part of the performance wouldn't be typical. The bird, having finally made it to the water's edge, used it to steady his thrusting motion, which had an immediate effect on the pitch of Katt's voice.

"Oh my GOD, Falco!" she cried, as his baster drove itself deep inside her. Falco thrust again in mute answer. Bird-made waves crashed around the merrily squirming couple, which did much to obscure Katt's more vocal approval, but little to dampen their resolve.

As far as Katt was concerned, she was living out a dream come true, and the waves that resulted from their lovemaking was a small price to pay. As far as Falco was concerned, the water's resistance was making it difficult to drive himself into his pink partner- but he never backed down from a challenge. As far as Krystal was concerned, however, she was missing out. She casually walked back towards the ladder, and climbed out of the pool. The vixen, never taking her eyes from the copulating couple, grabbed another of the mudslides. She popped another open, and strode purposely towards them again- staying out of the water this time.

She sat casually on the pool's edge, behind Katt's head, and cleared her throat to catch Falco's attention. The bird looked up from Katt's blissfully mewling face, and saw Krystal motioning him to turn her around.

Falco pulled out slowly, hesitantly, and reached up from Katt's hips to her shoulders. She pink cat focused her dazed eyes for a moment, confused, until Falco spun her around, and pushed her head into Krystal's crotch.

"Better keep up your strength, Katt," Krystal said seductively, looking down at the breathless kitten. "Why don't you have a drink?" Grabbing her pink ears, Krystal steered her friend nose-first towards her soaking muff. Obediently, the kitten lapped at Krystal's folds, teasing the vixen's clit with her tiny pink tongue, pausing briefly when Falco again penetrated her from behind. Krystal slowly poured the Kahlua down her cleavage- the chocolatey river trickling between her breasts, down her tight stomach, and mingled with her own, non-alcoholic nectar, but sweetening Krystal's natural taste. Katt responded positively, shedding the last of her reservations, and muff-dove into Krystal with reckless abandon. Krystal tensed and shivered approvingly as the cat ate her out between her own happy moans and squeals, as Falco drove mightily into her.

It wasn't long before Krystal became aware of her own and Falco's labored breathing. Krystal was close, and she knew Falco was too. Katt had already melted into a pink, blissful kitty goo- she came quickly after Falco switched positions, though she still lapped absently at Krystal's pussy. "Falco," moaned Krystal, "come here..."

Does...:
*[[LoK Falco cum inside Katt?| Falco cum inside Katt?]]
*[[LoK Falco unloads on Krystal, as promised?| Falco unloads on Krystal, as promised?]]
*[[LoK Falco splatter them both?| Falco splatter them both?]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Stark naked, 3 bottles of Kaluha''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=1}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Watch Falco rail Katt?

2012-11-25T20:14:18Z

Yawg:

Falco awkwardly humped Katt,slowly building up some momentum against the resistance of the pool water. He half-waddled towards the edge of the pool, clutching the cat's pink butt, while she tried to coo encouragement between stifled giggles.

Krystal wasn't making it easy for the couple to maintain their composure either... the normally serious Falco looked completely ridiculous and unsteady- she hoped for Katt's sake that this opening part of the performance wouldn't be typical. The bird, having finally made it to the water's edge, used it to steady his thrusting motion, which had an immediate effect on the pitch of Katt's voice.

"Oh my GOD, Falco!" she cried, as his baster drove itself deep inside her. Falco thrust again in mute answer. Bird-made waves crashed around the merrily squirming couple, which did much to obscure Katt's more vocal approval, but little to dampen their resolve.

As far as Katt was concerned, she was living out a dream come true, and the waves that resulted from their lovemaking was a small price to pay. As far as Falco was concerned, the water's resistance was making it difficult to drive himself into his pink partner- but he never backed down from a challenge. As far as Krystal was concerned, however, she was missing out. She casually walked back towards the ladder, and climbed out of the pool. The vixen, never taking her eyes from the copulating couple, grabbed another of the mudslides. She popped another open, and strode purposely towards them again- staying out of the water this time.

She sat casually on the pool's edge, behind Katt's head, and cleared her throat to catch Falco's attention. The bird looked up from Katt's blissfully mewling face, and saw Krystal motioning him to turn her around.

Falco pulled out slowly, hesitantly, and reached up from Katt's hips to her shoulders. She pink cat focused her dazed eyes for a moment, confused, until Falco spun her around, and pushed her head into Krystal's crotch.

"Better keep up your strength, Katt," Krystal said seductively, looking down at the breathless kitten. "Why don't you have a drink?" Grabbing her pink ears, Krystal steered her friend nose-first towards her soaking muff. Obediently, the kitten lapped at Krystal's folds, teasing the vixen's clit with her tiny pink tongue, pausing briefly when Falco again penetrated her from behind. Krystal slowly poured the Kahlua down her cleavage- the chocolatey river trickling between her breasts, down her tight stomach, and mingled with her own, non-alcoholic nectar, but sweetening Krystal's natural taste. Katt responded positively, shedding the last of her reservations, and muff-dove into Krystal with reckless abandon. Krystal tensed and shivered approvingly as the cat ate her out between her own happy moans and squeals, as Falco drove mightily into her.

It wasn't long before Krystal became aware of her own and Falco's labored breathing. Krystal was close, and she knew Falco was too. Katt had already melted into a pink, blissful kitty goo- she came quickly after Falco switched positions, though she still lapped absently at Krystal's pussy. "Falco," moaned Krystal, "come here..."

Does...:
*[[LoK Falco cum inside Katt?| Falco cum inside Katt?]]
*[[LoK Falco unloads on Krystal, as promised?| Falco unloads on Krystal, as promised?]]
*[[LoK Falco splatter them both?| Falco splatter them both?]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Stark naked, 3 bottles of Kaluha''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=1}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Watch Falco rail Katt?

2012-11-25T20:14:00Z

Yawg:

Falco awkwardly humped Katt,slowly building up some momentum against the resistance of the pool water. He half-waddled towards the edge of the pool, clutching the cat's pink butt, while she tried to coo encouragement between stifled giggles.

Krystal wasn't making it easy for the couple to maintain their composure either... the normally serious Falco looked completely ridiculous and unsteady- she hoped for Katt's sake that this opening part of the performance wouldn't be typical. The bird, having finally made it to the water's edge, used it to steady his thrusting motion, which had an immediate effect on the pitch of Katt's voice.

"Oh my GOD, Falco!"she cried, as his baster drove itself deep inside her. Falco thrust again in mute answer. Bird-made waves crashed around the merrily squirming couple, which did much to obscure Katt's more vocal approval, but little to dampen their resolve.

As far as Katt was concerned, she was living out a dream come true, and the waves that resulted from their lovemaking was a small price to pay. As far as Falco was concerned, the water's resistance was making it difficult to drive himself into his pink partner- but he never backed down from a challenge. As far as Krystal was concerned, however, she was missing out. She casually walked back towards the ladder, and climbed out of the pool. The vixen, never taking her eyes from the copulating couple, grabbed another of the mudslides. She popped another open, and strode purposely towards them again- staying out of the water this time.

She sat casually on the pool's edge, behind Katt's head, and cleared her throat to catch Falco's attention. The bird looked up from Katt's blissfully mewling face, and saw Krystal motioning him to turn her around.

Falco pulled out slowly, hesitantly, and reached up from Katt's hips to her shoulders. She pink cat focused her dazed eyes for a moment, confused, until Falco spun her around, and pushed her head into Krystal's crotch.

"Better keep up your strength, Katt," Krystal said seductively, looking down at the breathless kitten. "Why don't you have a drink?" Grabbing her pink ears, Krystal steered her friend nose-first towards her soaking muff. Obediently, the kitten lapped at Krystal's folds, teasing the vixen's clit with her tiny pink tongue, pausing briefly when Falco again penetrated her from behind. Krystal slowly poured the Kahlua down her cleavage- the chocolatey river trickling between her breasts, down her tight stomach, and mingled with her own, non-alcoholic nectar, but sweetening Krystal's natural taste. Katt responded positively, shedding the last of her reservations, and muff-dove into Krystal with reckless abandon. Krystal tensed and shivered approvingly as the cat ate her out between her own happy moans and squeals, as Falco drove mightily into her.

It wasn't long before Krystal became aware of her own and Falco's labored breathing. Krystal was close, and she knew Falco was too. Katt had already melted into a pink, blissful kitty goo- she came quickly after Falco switched positions, though she still lapped absently at Krystal's pussy. "Falco," moaned Krystal, "come here..."

Does...:
*[[LoK Falco cum inside Katt?| Falco cum inside Katt?]]
*[[LoK Falco unloads on Krystal, as promised?| Falco unloads on Krystal, as promised?]]
*[[LoK Falco splatter them both?| Falco splatter them both?]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Stark naked, 3 bottles of Kaluha''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=1}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Watch Falco rail Katt?

2012-11-25T09:59:54Z

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LoK Have a threesome!.

2012-11-16T05:28:25Z

Yawg:

The blue vixen half bounced, half swum towards her fellow pilot, Falco, pulling Katt behind her.

She slowly pushed her chest against his, cooing softly under her breath. She could feel his firm chest muscles beneath his plumage push back against hers- he ''really'' took good care of himself. "Katt," Krystal said, not taking her eyes from Falco's. "Come here a second."

Krystal's arm crept around the pink cat's slender waist, and pulled her up against Falco's torso. "Come feel this bird... he's pretty built, isn't he?" Katt squeaked out an affirmative, and grew slowly more aware of another of Falco's muscles.

"Thank you, Krystal- it's nice that my efforts are noticed." Falco grinned again. His hand crept under the water, and laid smoothly on the girls' hips. Katt's breath caught in her throat, and she quickly finished the last few drops of the Kaluha she still held. Krystal smiled a hungry smile, while the wheels spun in the back of her mind.

"I bet," Krystal started slowly, "I can think of something for all three of us to do." Krystal then turned towards the cat, and kissed her. The Cernian's tongue went deep inside Katt's surprised muzzle, their two still-chocolate flavored tongues dancing in front of a very pleased audience of one: Falco's hard-on gave their performance a standing ovation. Their lips parted, and slowly, their eyes opened- Katt now looked much less nervous than she did moments before. The blue vixen licked her lips, and whispered, "Falco- she's ready for you. Why don't you take her for a spin?"

Krystal moved slightly away from the two, and gently pushed them against each other. Falco's hands moved from the hips of the two girls to Katt's breasts, squeezing and massaging them gently His feathered fingers tickled the cat's nipples, tweaking them slightly- the pink cat purred her approval.

Falco's length brushed eagerly against Katt's belly- intrigued, she grasped hold of it delicately at first, and then began to stroke it underwater as she grew more confident.

Krystal whispered where she figured Falco's ears were: "...just save your load for me, bird."

Falco stole a glace towards Krystal, before looking back to the happily moaning pink cat, with a hungry look on his face. Krystal leaned forward, flicking one of Katt's nipples with her tongue when the opportunity presented itself. Her fingers traced down under the water towards Katt's naturally-dampening nethers and stroked her folds, eliciting delighted purrs from her hapless pink captive. The avian moved his hands down to Katt's but, gripping it tightly, and pulling her hips against hers. Krystal obligingly moved her hand away from their genitals, allowing Katt to eagerly guide the bird home herself.

Katt's expression changed from blissful, to excited, and finally tense as Falco's rod burrowed its way inside her.

"Aaah!" the pink cat gasped, her claws digging into Falco's feathered shoulders.

(to be continued)...

Does she:
*[[LoK Watch Falco rail Katt?| Watch Falco rail Katt?]]
*[[LoK Pour her drink on Katt's breasts?| Pour her drink on Katt's breasts?]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Stark naked, 2 bottles of Kaluha''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=1}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Have a threesome!.

2012-11-12T22:21:02Z

Yawg:

The blue vixen half bounced, half swum towards her fellow pilot, Falco, pulling Katt behind her.

She slowly pushed her chest against his, cooing softly under her breath. She could feel his firm chest muscles beneath his plumage push back against hers- he ''really'' took good care of himself. "Katt," Krystal said, not taking her eyes from Falco's. "Come here a second."

Krystal's arm crept around the pink cat's slender waist, and pulled her up against Falco's torso. "Come feel this bird... he's pretty built, isn't he?" Katt squeaked out an affirmative, and grew slowly more aware of another of Falco's muscles.

"Thank you, Krystal- it's nice that my efforts are noticed." Falco grinned again. His hand crept under the water, and laid smoothly on the girls' hips. Katt's breath caught in her throat, and she quickly finished the last few drops of the Kaluha she still held. Krystal smiled a hungry smile, while the wheels spun in the back of her mind.

"I bet," Krystal started slowly, "I can think of something for all three of us to do." Krystal then turned towards the cat, and kissed her. The Cernian's tongue went deep inside Katt's surprised muzzle, their two still-chocolate flavored tongues dancing in front of a very pleased audience of one: Falco's hard-on gave their performance a standing ovation. Their lips parted, and slowly, their eyes opened- Katt now looked much less nervous than she did moments before. The blue vixen licked her lips, and whispered, "Falco- she's ready for you. Why don't you take her for a spin?"

Krystal moved slightly away from the two, and gently pushed them against each other. Falco's hands moved from the hips of the two girls to Katt's breasts, squeezing and massaging them gently His feathered fingers tickled the cat's nipples, tweaking them slightly- the pink cat purred her approval.

Falco's length brushed eagerly against Katt's belly- intrigued, she grasped hold of it delicately at first, and then began to stroke it underwater as she grew more confident.

Krystal whispered where she figured Falco's ears were: "...just save your load for me, bird."

Falco stole a glace towards Krystal, before looking back to the cooing pink cat.

Does she:
*[[LoK Watch Falco rail Katt?| Watch Falco rail Katt?]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Stark naked, 2 bottles of Kaluha''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=1}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Have a threesome!.

2012-11-12T22:20:29Z

Yawg: Created page with 'The blue vixen half bounced, half swum towards her fellow pilot, Falco, pulling Katt behind her. She slowly pushed her chest against his, cooing softly under her breath. She cou…'

The blue vixen half bounced, half swum towards her fellow pilot, Falco, pulling Katt behind her.

She slowly pushed her chest against his, cooing softly under her breath. She could feel his firm chest muscles beneath his plumage push back against hers- he ''really' took good care of himself. "Katt," Krystal said, not taking her eyes from Falco's. "Come here a second."

Krystal's arm crept around the pink cat's slender waist, and pulled her up against Falco's torso. "Come feel this bird... he's pretty built, isn't he?" Katt squeaked out an affirmative, and grew slowly more aware of another of Falco's muscles.

"Thank you, Krystal- it's nice that my efforts are noticed." Falco grinned again. His hand crept under the water, and laid smoothly on the girls' hips. Katt's breath caught in her throat, and she quickly finished the last few drops of the Kaluha she still held. Krystal smiled a hungry smile, while the wheels spun in the back of her mind.

"I bet," Krystal started slowly, "I can think of something for all three of us to do." Krystal then turned towards the cat, and kissed her. The Cernian's tongue went deep inside Katt's surprised muzzle, their two still-chocolate flavored tongues dancing in front of a very pleased audience of one: Falco's hard-on gave their performance a standing ovation. Their lips parted, and slowly, their eyes opened- Katt now looked much less nervous than she did moments before. The blue vixen licked her lips, and whispered, "Falco- she's ready for you. Why don't you take her for a spin?"

Krystal moved slightly away from the two, and gently pushed them against each other. Falco's hands moved from the hips of the two girls to Katt's breasts, squeezing and massaging them gently His feathered fingers tickled the cat's nipples, tweaking them slightly- the pink cat purred her approval.

Falco's length brushed eagerly against Katt's belly- intrigued, she grasped hold of it delicately at first, and then began to stroke it underwater as she grew more confident.

Krystal whispered where she figured Falco's ears were: "...just save your load for me, bird."

Falco stole a glace towards Krystal, before looking back to the cooing pink cat.

Does she:
*[[LoK Watch Falco rail Katt?| Watch Falco rail Katt?]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Stark naked, 2 bottles of Kaluha''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=1}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LOK Land the ship in the landing bay.

2012-11-11T00:36:54Z

Yawg:

Krystal guides the Arwing with little difficulty into the landing bay.

She releases the canopy and with a ''woomf'' the warm air inside rushes out, and a wave of cool air washes over her bared matted fur. On the way back up, it had gotten so warm inside the cockpit, she had unzipped the flightsuit straight down to her navel in order to cope; had the ship been just another 5 minutes away, she was certain she would have had to strip naked.

"K-Krystal?" squeaks a surprised voice. "You're back early." Standing up in her seat, Krystal looks over the side. Slippy, the ship's engineer, blushes a complimentary shade of crimson as he vainly tries not to ogle the bared blue cleavage of his fellow pilot. Krystal arches her back in a tired stretch, as her breasts strain against the leather fabric of her flightsuit. She looks down at the green frog.

"Slippy, you know I hate to complain... but you really need to fix the climate control in my cockpit." She leans over the side of her Arwing, her large breasts swaying gently. "It is ''far'' too hot in that thing. I could have baked a potato in there."

"S-sorry Krystal." Slippy squeaks, his eyes drifting downwards, and then darting back up to meet hers. "Things have been awfully hectic here lately. I'll add it to my list of things to do." Slippy turns to leave.

Does she:
*[[LoK Call Slippy back before he makes it too far. | Call Slippy back before he makes it too far.]]
*[[LoK Head to her quarters to get changed. | Head to her quarters to get changed.]]
*[[LoK Go to the ship's recreational area to relax in the pool.| Go to the ship's recreational area to relax in the pool.]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Flightsuit''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=0}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LOK Land the ship in the landing bay.

2012-11-11T00:35:03Z

Yawg:

Krystal guides the Arwing with little difficulty into the landing bay.

She releases the canopy and with a ''woomf'' the warm air inside rushes out, and a wave of cool air washes over her bared matted fur. On the way back up, it had gotten so warm inside the cockpit, she had unzipped the flightsuit straight down to her navel in order to cope; had the ship been just another 5 minutes away, she was certain she would have had to strip naked.

"K-Krystal?" squeaks a surprised voice. "You're back early." Standing up in her seat, Krystal looks over the side. Slippy, the ship's engineer, blushes a complimentary shade of crimson as he vainly tries not to ogle the bared blue cleavage of his fellow pilot. Krystal arches her back in a tired stretch, as her breasts strain against the leather fabric of her flightsuit. She looks down at the green frog.

"Slippy, you know I hate to complain... but you really need to fix the climate control in my cockpit." She leans over the side of her Arwing, her large breasts swaying gently. "It is ''far'' too hot in that thing. I could have baked a potato in there."

"S-sorry Krystal." Slippy squeaks, his eyes drifting downwards, and then darting back up to meet hers. "Things have been awfully hectic here lately. I'll add it to my list of things to do." Slippy turns to leave.

Does she:
*[[(LoK) | Call Slippy back before he makes it too far.]]
*[[(LoK) | Head to her quarters to get changed.]]
*[[(LoK) | Go to the ship's recreational area to relax in the pool.]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Flightsuit''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=0}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LOK Land the ship in the landing bay.

2012-11-11T00:32:05Z

Yawg:

Krystal guides the Arwing with little difficulty into the landing bay.

She releases the canopy and with a ''woomf'' the warm air inside rushes out, and a wave of cool air washes over her bared matted fur. On the way back up, it had gotten so warm inside the cockpit, she had unzipped the flightsuit straight down to her navel in order to cope; had the ship been just another 5 minutes away, she was certain she would have had to strip naked.

"K-Krystal?" squeaks a surprised voice. "You're back early." Standing up in her seat, Krystal looks over the side. Slippy, the ship's engineer, blushes a complimentary shade of crimson as he vainly tries not to ogle the bared blue cleavage of his fellow pilot. Krystal arches her back in a tired stretch, as her breasts strain against the leather fabric of her flightsuit. She looks down at the green frog.

"Slippy, you know I hate to complain... but you really need to fix the climate control in my cockpit." She leans over the side of her Arwing, her large breasts swaying gently. "It is ''far'' too hot in that thing. I could have baked a potato in there."

"S-sorry Krystal." Slippy squeaks, his eyes drifting downwards, and then darting back up to meet hers. "Things have been awfully hectic here lately. I'll add it to my list of things to do." Slippy turns to leave.

Does she:
*[[Category: Legend of Krystal | Call Slippy back before he makes it too far.]]
*[[Category: Legend of Krystal | Head to her quarters to get changed.]]
*[[Category: Legend of Krystal | Go to the ship's recreational area to relax in the pool.]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Flightsuit''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=0}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LOK Land the ship in the landing bay.

2012-11-11T00:31:55Z

Yawg:

Krystal guides the Arwing with little difficulty into the landing bay.

She releases the canopy and with a ''woomf'' the warm air inside rushes out, and a wave of cool air washes over her bared matted fur. On the way back up, it had gotten so warm inside the cockpit, she had unzipped the flightsuit straight down to her navel in order to cope; had the ship been just another 5 minutes away, she was certain she would have had to strip naked.

"K-Krystal?" squeaks a surprised voice. "You're back early." Standing up in her seat, Krystal looks over the side. Slippy, the ship's engineer, blushes a complimentary shade of crimson as he vainly tries not to ogle the bared blue cleavage of his fellow pilot. Krystal arches her back in a tired stretch, as her breasts strain against the leather fabric of her flightsuit. She looks down at the green frog.

"Slippy, you know I hate to complain... but you really need to fix the climate control in my cockpit." She leans over the side of her Arwing, her large breasts swaying gently. "It is ''far'' too hot in that thing. I could have baked a potato in there."

"S-sorry Krystal." Slippy squeaks, his eyes drifting downwards, and then darting back up to meet hers. "Things have been awfully hectic here lately. I'll add it to my list of things to do." Slippy turns to leave.

Does she:
*[[Category: Legend of Krystal| Call Slippy back before he makes it too far.]]
*[[Category: Legend of Krystal| Head to her quarters to get changed.]]
*[[Category: Legend of Krystal| Go to the ship's recreational area to relax in the pool.]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Flightsuit''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=0}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LOK Land the ship in the landing bay.

2012-11-11T00:31:43Z

Yawg:

Krystal guides the Arwing with little difficulty into the landing bay.

She releases the canopy and with a ''woomf'' the warm air inside rushes out, and a wave of cool air washes over her bared matted fur. On the way back up, it had gotten so warm inside the cockpit, she had unzipped the flightsuit straight down to her navel in order to cope; had the ship been just another 5 minutes away, she was certain she would have had to strip naked.

"K-Krystal?" squeaks a surprised voice. "You're back early." Standing up in her seat, Krystal looks over the side. Slippy, the ship's engineer, blushes a complimentary shade of crimson as he vainly tries not to ogle the bared blue cleavage of his fellow pilot. Krystal arches her back in a tired stretch, as her breasts strain against the leather fabric of her flightsuit. She looks down at the green frog.

"Slippy, you know I hate to complain... but you really need to fix the climate control in my cockpit." She leans over the side of her Arwing, her large breasts swaying gently. "It is ''far'' too hot in that thing. I could have baked a potato in there."

"S-sorry Krystal." Slippy squeaks, his eyes drifting downwards, and then darting back up to meet hers. "Things have been awfully hectic here lately. I'll add it to my list of things to do." Slippy turns to leave.

Does she:
*[[Category: Legend of Krystal|Call Slippy back before he makes it too far.]]
*[[Category: Legend of Krystal|Head to her quarters to get changed.]]
*[[Category: Legend of Krystal|Go to the ship's recreational area to relax in the pool.]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Flightsuit''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=0}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK ...and Katt head to the pool.

2012-11-04T04:07:10Z

Yawg:

The first half of their drinks already finished by the time they hit the doors to the Rec Room, Krystal was ready for that swim.

Krystal whipped off her top and tossed it on one of the nearby deck chairs before she noticed that they weren't alone.

"Oh, hey Falco." Krystal purred. The blue bird was swimming laps in the pool. Krystal took a moment to drink him all in; Katt took a moment to finish her drink, and start the next one. "We thought he'd have this place all to ourselves."

"Evidently." The well-muscled pilot swam up to the shallow end to meet them, his eyes glancing over Krystal's bared chest, to Katt, hiding behind her. "Hey there, Katt- I didn't know you were back."

Katt smiled meekly, "H-hey there, Falco." Katt's eyes betrayed her, running down over his torso, trying to peer beneath the water.

"I guess you girls want some privacy for your swim?" Falco said, looking again at Krystal's breasts, smirking slightly.

"No.... I think you're cool enough to hang out with us." Krystal took off her track pants, depositing them next to her T-Shirt. "What do you say, Katt?"

Katt stammered her approval, and took a second swig from her drink, and blushed slightly. She nodded before quelling her waving voice, "Sure... or we c-can come back later when you're done..."

Krystal walked over to the quavering pink Katt, and tugged up her yellow tank top- the pink cat's pink puppies tumbled out happily. "There," Krystal whispered. "now he's seen them. Finish your drink, and get in the pool. Now's your chance..." Krystal turned back to Falco, and whipped off her panties. "There's a dress code in effect in the pool, bird!" Krystal hopped in the pool, taking care to keep the chlorine out of her drink.

Falco grinned widely, watching the vixen's breasts bounce and splash in the water. "Ladies first," he laughed, looking again up at Katt.

"Don't stare at her," scolded Krystal playfully, "give her some privacy." she then splashed water at the bird until he retreated to the other side of the pool, and motioned for Katt to hurry up while Falco was distracted. The embarrassed cat quickly chucked the rest of her clothing, and ducked into the water up to her collarbone. Krystal ''tsk'''d at her bashful friend. "Okay Falco. Off with them!"

Falco looked back at the two nude women in the pool with him. He dipped below the water briefly, then resurfaced, holding a brilliant red speedo. He tossed it to the edge of the pool, where it landed with a wet plop.

"Well, Krystal?" asked Falco? "What now?"

Does she:
*[[LoK Have a threesome!.| Have a threesome!.]]
*[[LoK set up Katt and Falco.| set up Katt and Falco.]]
*[[LoK tease Falco.| tease Falco.]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Stark naked, 2 bottles of Kaluha''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=1}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK ...and Katt head to the pool.

2012-11-04T04:02:27Z

Yawg:

The first half of their drinks already finished by the time they hit the doors to the Rec Room, Krystal was ready for that swim.

Krystal whipped off her top and tossed it on one of the nearby deck chairs before she noticed that they weren't alone.

"Oh, hey Falco." Krystal purred. The blue bird was swimming laps in the pool. Krystal took a moment to drink him all in; Katt took a moment to finish her drink, and start the next one. "We thought he'd have this place all to ourselves."

"Evidently." The well-muscled pilot swam up to the shallow end to meet them, his eyes glancing over Krystal's bared chest, to Katt, hiding behind her. "Hey there, Katt- I didn't know you were back."

Katt smiled meekly, "H-hey there, Falco." Katt's eyes betrayed her, running down over his torso, trying to peer beneath the water.

"I guess you girls want some privacy for your swim?" Falco said, looking again at Krystal's breasts, smirking slightly.

"No.... I think you're cool enough to hang out with us." Krystal took off her track pants, depositing them next to her T-Shirt. "What do you say, Katt?"

Katt stammered her approval, and took a second swig from her drink, and blushed slightly. She nodded before quelling her waving voice, "Sure... or we c-can come back later when you're done..."

Krystal walked over to the quavering pink Katt, and tugged up her yellow tank top- the pink cat's pink puppies tumbled out happily. "There," Krystal whispered. "now he's seen them. Finish your drink, and get in the pool. Now's your chance..." Krystal turned back to Falco, and whipped off her panties. "There's a dress code in effect in the pool, bird!" Krystal hopped in the pool, taking care to keep the chlorine out of her drink.

Falco grinned widely, watching the vixen's breasts bounce and splash in the water. "Ladies first," he laughed, looking again up at Katt.

"Don't stare at her," scolded Krystal playfully, "give her some privacy." she then splashed water at the bird until he retreated to the other side of the pool, and motioned for Katt to hurry up while Falco was distracted. The embarrassed cat quickly chucked the rest of her clothing, and ducked into the water up to her collarbone. Krystal ''tsk'''d at her bashful friend. "Okay Falco. Off with them!"

Falco looked back at the two nude women in the pool with him. He dipped below the water briefly, then resurfaced, holding a brilliant red speedo. He tossed it to the edge of the pool, where it landed with a wet plop.

"Well, Krystal?" asked Falco? "What now?"

Does she:
*[[LoK Have a threesome!.| Have a threesome!.]]
*[[LoK set up Katt and Falco.| set up Katt and Falco.]]
*[[LoK tease Falco.| tease Falco.]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Stark Naked, 2 bottles of Kaluha''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=1}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Tough it out and keep flying

2012-11-04T03:56:56Z

Yawg:

She sets her jaw, and reaches down to the control panel. She turns on the AC to maximum and, hearing nothing, hits the heater a few times- it looks like it's stuck in the ''on'' position. Krystal balls up her paw again, preparing to take another swing at the defiant machine blowing hot air inside the already stuffy and increasingly-claustrophobic cockpit, when a voice on the intercom interrupts her.

"Krystal!" barks Fox, "You completely missed that ring... there are another three ahead; please try to fly through them."

"Yes Fox, thank you Fox." she replies tersely. "My heater's on the fritz in here- I'm boiling alive in my flight suit. Wasn't Slippy supposed to give these things an overhaul last week?"

It was Fox's turn to be quiet for a moment. "Slippy's been busy," he says, choosing his words carefully. "He's been spending a lot of time planet-side lately. I'll speak to him about your Arwing when we get back to the Great Fox. Are you having any other technical difficulties?"

Her blue paws dance over the console, while the second ring flies past- Fox says nothing, but Krystal knows that it bothers him that she wasn't taking the training exercise seriously. "Climate controls are on the fritz. I'm completely blind on the port side... proximity sensors are down. Landing lights are fine. Can we just kibosh this training mission, and head back home?"

She hears a sigh over the intercom. A third ring slides past her view, ignored.

"Fine." says Fox. "Head on back. I'm going to get some maneuvering practice in though- don't forget about that meeting we've got at 19:00pm- I need you there with the rest of the team."

Her fine features displaying a satisfied grin, Krystal yanks up on the stick, and flies back to the Great Fox.

Does she:
*[[LOK Land the ship in the landing bay.]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Flightsuit''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=0}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK ...and Katt head to the pool.

2012-10-23T03:58:08Z

Yawg: Created page with 'The first half of their drinks already finished by the time they hit the doors to the Rec Room, Krystal was ready for that swim. Krystal whipped off her top and tossed it on one…'

The first half of their drinks already finished by the time they hit the doors to the Rec Room, Krystal was ready for that swim.

Krystal whipped off her top and tossed it on one of the nearby deck chairs before she noticed that they weren't alone.

"Oh, hey Falco." Krystal purred. The blue bird was swimming laps in the pool. Krystal took a moment to drink him all in; Katt took a moment to finish her drink, and start the next one. "We thought he'd have this place all to ourselves."

"Evidently." The well-muscled pilot swam up to the shallow end to meet them, his eyes glancing over Krystal's bared chest, to Katt, hiding behind her. "Hey there, Katt- I didn't know you were back."

Katt smiled meekly, "H-hey there, Falco." Katt's eyes betrayed her, running down over his torso, trying to peer beneath the water.

"I guess you girls want some privacy for your swim?" Falco said, looking again at Krystal's breasts, smirking slightly.

"No.... I think you're cool enough to hang out with us." Krystal took off her track pants, depositing them next to her T-Shirt. "What do you say, Katt?"

Katt stammered her approval, and took a second swig from her drink, and blushed slightly. She nodded before quelling her waving voice, "Sure... or we c-can come back later when you're done..."

Krystal walked over to the quavering pink Katt, and tugged up her yellow tank top- the pink cat's pink puppies tumbled out happily. "There," Krystal whispered. "now he's seen them. Finish your drink, and get in the pool. Now's your chance..." Krystal turned back to Falco, and whipped off her panties. "There's a dress code in effect in the pool, bird!" Krystal hopped in the pool, taking care to keep the chlorine out of her drink.

Falco grinned widely, watching the vixen's breasts bounce and splash in the water. "Ladies first," he laughed, looking again up at Katt.

"Don't stare at her," scolded Krystal playfully, "give her some privacy." she then splashed water at the bird until he retreated to the other side of the pool, and motioned for Katt to hurry up while Falco was distracted. The embarrassed cat quickly chucked the rest of her clothing, and ducked into the water up to her collarbone. Krystal ''tsk'''d at her bashful friend. "Okay Falco. Off with them!"

Falco looked back at the two nude women in the pool with him. He dipped below the water briefly, then resurfaced, holding a brilliant red speedo. He tossed it to the edge of the pool, where it landed with a wet plop.

"Well, Krystal?" asked Falco? "What now?"

Does she:
*[[LoK Have a threesome!.| Have a threesome!.]]
*[[LoK set up Katt and Falco.| set up Katt and Falco.]]
*[[LoK tease Falco.| tease Falco.]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Stark Naked, 2 bottles of Kaluha''|Health=100|Drunk=10%|Level=0}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK give ran out of clean suits; better swim nude!.

2012-10-23T02:01:07Z

Yawg: Created page with 'Katt gazed outside the window to the stars. If she squinted, she could make out her home planet Zoness in the distance, peeking out from behind one of Sauria's moon. And as comfo…'

Katt gazed outside the window to the stars. If she squinted, she could make out her home planet Zoness in the distance, peeking out from behind one of Sauria's moon. And as comforting a sight as her planet should have been, she still ground her teeth.

"So. You don't know where your swimsuits are," she said evenly.

"Nope!" said Krystal, pushing herself up from her haunches, and back onto her feet. "No idea where the damn things went."

"Well, I guess we'll have to do something else," began Katt, when a towel hit her in the face.

"Nope!" replied Krystal. "We are STILL going swimming. I've spent all day in this fashionable microwave oven, and I'm going for a dip. And you're coming with, because there's no one else on this ship I'd rather talk to right now." With finality, Krystal stripped off her flight suit and tossed it on the bed. Katt blushed at the sight of her friend's bared body -save a pair of white panties- as the vixen hunted for some light clothing to walk to the pool with.

"Uh... Krys?" said Katt, trying not to stare. "I'm not skinny dipping in your ship's pool. What if one of the guys walks in and sees us?"

Krystal pulled on a ribbed tank top, taking a moment to adjust herself before answering. "Slippy's busy. Peppy's probably still in his quarters. Fox is out flying, and won't be back for a few hours. And Falco's probably doing the same. I can think of no better time for two fine young gals to take a dip in a pool, as nature intended." Krystal paused, and moved towards her mini-fridge. "...intoxicated. Mudslide?"

Katt protested for only for a moment. "If you're expecting me to parade around the pool naked, you had better bring the 6-pack."

Does she:
*[[LoK ...and Katt head to the pool.| ... and Katt head to the pool.]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Ribbed T-Shirt, Track Pants, Panties''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=0}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Leave Slippy to his work.

2012-10-19T04:13:50Z

Yawg:

The tall blue vixen walks out of the doors of the hangar, leaving the frog to his tasks. ''His task list couldn't be all THAT big,'' Krystal thought. ''He'll probably have better luck if I'm not around to distract him.'' The meandering thought entered her head, questioning whether she should ''encourage'' him to make her a higher priority... but dismissed it just as quickly. She and Slippy have an unusual relationship, inasuch that it's not hampered by sexual tension. At least not from Krystal's point of view.

Krystal stops at the lift at the end of the hall, taking a moment to jiggle her large breasts back into the safety of her flight suit. Krystal struggled getting the zipper over her mounds, when the lift opened- revealing the occupant.

"Katt!" Krystal beamed, rushing forward to embrace her friend.

The pink cat snaps back to attention, blinking. "Krystal!"

"How long have you been here?" Krystal asked, embracing her old friend.

"Oh, an hour or two- I can't find anyone though... well... except for Slippy and Peppy... but Slippy's busy and Peppy's... " her voice trailed off. "Peppy's just not the same."

Krystal nods, and gets into the elevator with her old friend. Pressing the button for her floor, she answers: "Fox is out flying around, practicing. He should be in later, though."

"And Falco?"

Krystal shot a sideways glance at her friend. Katt had always been infatuated with Falco... Falco... well, Krystal wasn't sure if Falco reciprocated. While the vixen had never tested it, she wasn't sure if women were the bird's style. "I'm not sure where he is; I haven't seen him since this morning. " Katt's expression fell a bit. "Heeeey-" Krystal nudged her friend. "- he's here somewhere... you'll find him eventually. But how about some girl time first? Just you 'n' me?"

The doors ding open on Krystal's floor, and the blue fox pulls her companion out of the car. "Come on, girl- you and me are hitting the pool."

Katt protests, "I didn't think to bring my suit with me- and don't you dare suggest we swim nude."

"You can borrow one of mine... now, come on!"

Does she:
*[[LoK give Katt a swimsuit.| ... give Katt a swimsuit.]]
*[[LoK give ran out of clean suits; better swim nude!.| ... run out of clean suits; better swim nude!]]
*[[LoK Krystal and Katt "catch up.".| ... and Katt "catch up."]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Flightsuit, Krystal's Staff''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=0}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Leave Slippy to his work.

2012-10-19T04:08:12Z

Yawg: Created page with 'The tall blue vixen walks out of the doors of the hangar, leaving the frog to his tasks. ''His task list couldn't be all THAT big,'' Krystal thought. ''He'll probably have better…'

The tall blue vixen walks out of the doors of the hangar, leaving the frog to his tasks. ''His task list couldn't be all THAT big,'' Krystal thought. ''He'll probably have better luck if I'm not around to distract him.'' The meandering thought entered her head, questioning whether she should ''encourage'' him to make her a higher priority... but dismissed it just as quickly. She and Slippy have an unusual relationship, inasuch that it's not hampered by sexual tension. At least not from Krystal's point of view.

Krystal stops at the lift at the end of the hall, taking a moment to jiggle her large breasts back into the safety of her flight suit. Krystal struggled getting the zipper over her mounds, when the lift opened- revealing the occupant.

"Katt!" Krystal beamed, rushing forward to embrace her friend.

The pink cat snaps back to attention, blinking. "Krystal!"

"How long have you been here?" Krystal asked, embracing her old friend.

"Oh, an hour or two- I can't find anyone though... well... except for Slippy and Peppy... but Slippy's busy and Peppy's... " her voice trailed off. "Peppy's just not the same."

Krystal nods, and gets into the elevator with her old friend. Pressing the button for her floor, she answers: "Fox is out flying around, practicing. He should be in later, though."

"And Falco?"

Krystal shot a sideways glance at her friend. Katt had always been infatuated with Falco... Falco... well, Krystal wasn't sure if Falco reciprocated. While the vixen had never tested it, she wasn't sure if women were the bird's style. "I'm not sure where he is; I haven't seen him since this morning. " Katt's expression fell a bit. "Heeeey-" Krystal nudged her friend. "- he's here somewhere... you'll find him eventually. But how about some girl time first? Just you 'n' me?"

The doors ding open on Krystal's floor, and the blue fox pulls her companion out of the car. "Come on, girl- you and me are hitting the pool."

Katt protests, "I didn't think to bring my suit with me- and don't you dare suggest we swim nude."

"You can borrow one of mine... now, come on!"

Does she:
*[[LoK Krystal gives Katt a swimsuit.| Krystal gives Katt a swimsuit.]]
*[[LoK Krystal ran out of clean suits; better swim nude!.| Krystal ran out of clean suits; better swim nude!]]
*[[LoK Krystal and Katt "catch up.".| Krystal and Katt "catch up."]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Flightsuit, Krystal's Staff''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=0}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Call Slippy back before he makes it too far.

2012-10-17T00:44:35Z

Yawg:

Kystal watches the little green frog amble away from her at a brisk pace.

"Hang on, Slippy- what do you mean 'the to do pile?' How big is it?"

"Pretty big," calls Slippy, walking into out of the hangar, and ducking into the hallway- both Krystal and her ample bosoms jog after him. Slippy continues, staring single-mindedly down the hall, towards the doors of his shop. Krystal steps up the pace, her long legs easily overtaking the shorter, more harried green pair she competed with. Slippy skids to a halt in order to avoid a (not unwelcome) collision with his female teammate.
"''How'' big is pretty big, Slippy? If I've got to take that glorified oven into a battle, I'm either doing it without a canopy, or I'm going completely naked. Neither option is particularly appealing."

Slippy pauses and sighs, mentally preparing a list in his head. He pushes open the doors to his shop, and motions Krystal to follow him.

The vixen pauses at the doorway- she can't remember the last time Slippy allowed her in his shop. No... no, wait. She can remember some of it. Tequila was involved somehow...

"Peppy needs me to install replace every chair he uses on this ship with something more ergonomic. He also needs the pellet dispenser in his room fixed. I keep telling him he doesn't ''have'' a pellet dispenser, it's a fish tank, but he's just not listening anymore. I need to update ROB's Software- he keeps piling hard drives on one section of the ship, and then moving them to the other. He's been doing this for ''weeks'' and no one seems to have noticed but me. Your friend Samus needs a new windshield installed on her ship. ''Again.'' Which I'm only doing as a favor to you, I'll point out- she scares me, Krystal. Falco's been on at me to fix the shower in his quarters, telling me that the massage setting isn't quite deep-tissue enough. He also needs me to create not one, but TWO blaster sound modulators. He wants to be able to choose the sound effect his blaster makes when it fires." To punctuate his point, Slippy picks up a small grey box with 6 buttons on it from his workbench. Pressing one, the tinny tones of "La Cucaracha" fill the workshop. He continues, "And Fox... " The frog deflated a bit. "Sorry, Krystal. I didn't mean to blow up there. I'm... I'm just feeling a bit overworked lately..."

Krystal looks down at the frazzled engineer...

Does she:
*[[LoK Help Slippy blow off a bit of pent-up steam.| Help Slippy blow off a bit of pent-up steam.]]
*[[LoK Leave Slippy to his work.| Leave Slippy to his work]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Flightsuit, Krystal's Staff''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=0}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Help Slippy blow off a bit of pent-up steam.

2012-10-16T13:45:53Z

Yawg:

The blue vixen mulled over the list, and her available options. While some of the items on Slippy's list are more important- or at least, ''as'' important- as her Arwing's climate control, she'd be damned if she was going to take second place to Falco's vanity items.

"What would I have to do..." starts Krystal slowly, "...to move up a few notches on that list?"

The frog blinked. "Um..." he says intelligently. "...what?"

Krystal quickly steps forward and wraps her fingers around the sides of Slippy's belt. She thrusts her chest against her shorter crewmate, his face buried in her fuzzy cleavage. She rolls her shoulders expertly, slowly sliding her breasts out from under her flightsuit. As each of her light blue globes jiggle free, Slippy's eyes get a little wider. After a few moments, Slippy begins breathing again. His large eyes look up at the taller vixen.

"What?"

She smiles at his innocence, like predator to her prey. "I'm not asking to move all the way up the list..." she breathes. "Just..." Krystal moves her hands closer to his fly. "...just a few inches." Krystal slowly slid down to her knees, rubbing her breasts along Slippy's chin, and down his chest. She let go of his belt- she had to; he was shorter than most of the men she was used to- and stood on her hands and knees in front of him, looking up at him with her large blue eyes.

"H-how... many inches?" Slippy gasps.

Krystal looks at the bulge in his pants. "'bout five, I think..." She wags her tail slowly, moving her hips as she does so. "Will you... bump me up the line a bit, Slippy?"

The engineer- face now very pink- says nothing, and draws down the zipper on his pants hesitantly, as if he were afraid this was a trap. He stops halfway down. The Cerinian stops watching the zipper, and looks back up at the frog. "I... I can't... I have a girlfriend..."

Krystal chuckles to herself. "Oh Slippy, don't think of it as a blowjob... think of it as a favour between friends. A special way I say ''please''... you're hardly being unfaithful." Slippy looked unconvinced, but his zipper dropped down a bit more. Krystal laid it on thick. "Besides, you'll never tell her, and I don't even know who she is. This'll stay between us."

With that, the zipper falls the rest of the way down. Slippy undoes the button on the front of his pants and, after another second's pause, allows his overalls and boxers to fall to the floor.

Krystal looks at what stands before her, bobbing an inch from her nose. "Five and a half inches."

Does she:

*[[LoK Take charge of the task before her.| Take charge of the task before her.]]
*[[LoK Allow Slippy to take charge.| Allow Slippy to take charge.]]

{{Status|Equipment='Half a flightsuit, Krystal's Staff''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=0}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Help Slippy blow off a bit of pent-up steam.

2012-10-16T05:41:04Z

Yawg:

The blue vixen mulled over the list, and her available options. While some of the items on Slippy's list are more important- or at least, as important- as her Arwing's climate control, she'd be damned if she was going to take second place to Falco's vanity items.

"What would I have to do..." starts Krystal slowly, "...to move up a few notches on that list?"

The frog blinked. "Um..." he says intelligently. "...what?"

Krystal quickly steps forward and wraps her fingers around the sides of Slippy's belt. She thrusts her chest against her shorter crewmate, his face buried in her fuzzy cleavage. She rolls her shoulders expertly, slowly sliding her breasts out from under her flightsuit. As each of her light blue globes jiggle free, Slippy's eyes get a little wider. After a few moments, Slippy begins breathing again. His large eyes look up at the taller vixen.

"What?"

She smiles at his innocence, like predator to her prey. "I'm not asking to move all the way up the list..." she breathes. "Just..." Krystal moves her hands closer to his fly. "...just a few inches." Krystal slowly slid down to her knees, rubbing her breasts along Slippy's chin, and down his chest. She let go of his belt- she had to; he was shorter than most of the men she was used to- and stood on her hands and knees in front of him, looking up at him with her large blue eyes.

"H-how... many inches?" Slippy gasps.

Krystal looks at the bulge in his pants. "'bout five, I think..." She wags her tail slowly, moving her hips as she does so. "Will you... bump me up the line a bit, Slippy?"

The engineer- face now very pink- says nothing, and draws down the zipper on his pants hesitantly, as if he were afraid this was a trap. He stops halfway down. The Cerinian stops watching the zipper, and looks back up at the frog. "I... I can't... I have a girlfriend..."

Krystal chuckles to herself. "Oh Slippy, don't think of it as a blowjob... think of it as a favour between friends. A special way I say ''please''... you're hardly being unfaithful." Slippy looked unconvinced, but his zipper dropped down a bit more. Krystal laid it on thick. "Besides, you'll never tell her, and I don't even know who she is. This'll stay between us."

With that, the zipper falls the rest of the way down. Slippy undoes the button on the front of his pants and, after another second's pause, allows his overalls and boxers to fall to the floor.

Krystal looks at what stands before her, bobbing an inch from her nose. "Five and a half inches."

Does she:

*[[LoK Take charge of the task before her.| Take charge of the task before her.]]
*[[LoK Allow Slippy to take charge.| Allow Slippy to take charge.]]

{{Status|Equipment='Half a flightsuit, Krystal's Staff''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=0}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Help Slippy blow off a bit of pent-up steam.

2012-10-16T05:39:44Z

Yawg:

The blue vixen mulled over the list, and her available options. While some of the items on Slippy's list are more important- or at least, as important- as her Arwing's climate control, she'd be damned if she was going to take second place to Falco's vanity items.

"What would I have to do..." starts Krystal slowly, "...to move up a few notches on that list?"

The frog blinked. "Um..." he says intelligently. "...what?"

Krystal quickly steps forward and wraps her fingers around the sides of Slippy's belt. She thrusts her chest against her shorter crewmate, his face buried in her fuzzy cleavage. She rolls her shoulders expertly, slowly sliding her breasts out from under her flightsuit. As each of her light blue globes jiggle free, Slippy's eyes get a little wider. After a few moments, Slippy begins breathing again. His large eyes look up at the taller vixen.

"What?"

She smiles at his innocence, like predator to her prey. "I'm not asking to move all the way up the list..." she breathes. "Just..." Krystal moves her hands closer to his fly. "...just a few inches." Krystal slowly slid down to her knees, rubbing her breasts rub along Slippy's chin, and down his chest. She let go of his belt- she had to; he was shorter than most of the men she was used to- and stood on her hands and knees in front of him, looking up at him with her large blue eyes.

"H-how... many inches?" Slippy gasps.

Krystal looks at the bulge in his pants. "'bout five, I think..." She wags her tail slowly, moving her hips as she does so. "Will you... bump me up the line a bit, Slippy?"

The engineer- face now very pink- says nothing, and draws down the zipper on his pants hesitantly, as if he were afraid this was a trap. He stops halfway down. The Cerinian stops watching the zipper, and looks back up at the frog. "I... I can't... I have a girlfriend..."

Krystal chuckles to herself. "Oh Slippy, don't think of it as a blowjob... think of it as a favour between friends. A special way I say ''please''... you're hardly being unfaithful." Slippy looked unconvinced, but his zipper dropped down a bit more. Krystal laid it on thick. "Besides, you'll never tell her, and I don't even know who she is. This'll stay between us."

With that, the zipper falls the rest of the way down. Slippy undoes the button on the front of his pants and, after another second's pause, allows his overalls and boxers to fall to the floor.

Krystal looks at what stands before her, bobbing an inch from her nose. "Five and a half inches."

Does she:

*[[LoK Take charge of the task before her.| Take charge of the task before her.]]
*[[LoK Allow Slippy to take charge.| Allow Slippy to take charge.]]

{{Status|Equipment='Half a flightsuit, Krystal's Staff''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=0}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Take charge of the task before her.

2012-10-16T05:09:42Z

Yawg:

Krystal leans forward, opening her maw- her hot breath wafting over the green-tipped cock of the engineer. She pauses, mouth open, surrounding Slippy's penis, but not touching it. Predictably, the frog makes a strangled noise, anxious for things to begin.

She closes her lips around the head, sucking on it for a moment before letting go, and then lapping at it quickly with her pink tongue. She reaches up with a hand and grabs the base of the shaft, before going down on it again, deeper this time.

With ease, Krystal's mouth enveloped Slippy's cock- he was smaller than some of the males she had been with before, so she was able to accommodate his length with little difficulty. She had him right where she wanted, and she knew it. As Little Slippy journeyed further towards the back of her throat, she lashed and circled his shaft and fleshy knob with her tongue. Her wet nose pressed firmly against Slippy's less-than washboard abs, when suddenly, she pulls away.

"So," Krystal gasped, pausing for breath, "the heater?"

Slippy looks down, eyes wide in both fear and desperate anticipation. "I'll fix it! I'll fix it!"

"When?" Krystal says, punctuating the sentence with a quick lick to the tip.

"Let me fix ROB first! Then Samus' windshield! Then you! Then the chairs!"

Krystal greedily glomps down on his cock, burying her face in his crotch. She then pulls away just as quickly. "ROB, Samus, then me?" she asked plaintively. She sucks on his cock head again, waiting for his reply.

Slippy grips the nearby workbench for support with one hand, and the back of her head with the other, vainly trying to urge Krystal back onto his rod, his little hips trying to buck against her. Krystal's jaw is strong, however. He then realizes he's getting nowhere. "Samus, you, then ROB. ROB can wait. But please, god, don't make me tell Samus it's going to take any longer than it will..."

Krystal coyly pretends to consider his counter-offer, before making good on her end of the bargain. The vixen's mouth is warm, wet and inviting, and she knows the frog won't last much longer- the heat radiating off the frog's member in her mouth tell her that much, but the empathic flashes and strained expressions on the frog tell her more. ''One more good suck, and it's all over, frog.'' Krystal thinks smugly to herself. She gives it a few more good pumps with her free hand for good measure.

His fingers grip her hair firmly but gently, encouraging Krystal's lavish attention. Vainly, Slippy grits his teeth as he tries to delay the inevitable explosion. Krystal moves her hands to his balls, and she gives a gentle squeeze- Slippy's determination evaporates in a high-pitched and satisfied cry, as he thrusts for a final time down the vixen's throat.

Slippy's pocket-rocket erupts in her mouth, shooting a load rapidly down her throat. Krystal gags at first, surprised at the speed at first, but acclimates quickly, stroking and sucking what he has to offer her. The engineer's thick batter splashes over her tongue a second time, tasting like most males do- salty, with a unique, almost fishy-taste. Slowly he draws his member out of her maw, now somewhat deflated from it's vigorous abuse.

Her blue fingers stroke it a few more times, coaxing the last of the viscous liquid out. Sure enough, his cock has a last dying spasm, as the last stream of his ejaculate splashes across her muzzle.

Krystal licks his cock clean, never taking her eyes off of Slippy- his expression tired, happy, but with an odd slow-creeping dread as the implications of what he's done catch up with him. She slowly scrapes off that last fleck of cum with her fingers and, before licking it off her fingertips, asks, "Samus, then me, right?" Lick.

Slippy takes a moment, then slowly nods. "Samus... then you."

Satisfied, Krystal stands up, and zips up the front of her suit, while Slippy wistfully catches a final glimpse of Krystal's pert nipples before they disappear again under the leather. "Thanks, Slippy. That was... fun." Krystal checks her reflection briefly in the shiny surface of one of Slippy's unfinished projects. Seeing no evidence of her latest conquest, she sashays out of the engineering room, waving to Slippy as she leaves.

Does she:
*[[LoK Go to her room to shower off.| Go to her room to shower off.]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Flightsuit''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=0}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Take charge of the task before her.

2012-10-16T05:09:29Z

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Krystal leans forward, opening her maw- her hot breath wafting over the green-tipped cock of the engineer. She pauses, mouth open, surrounding Slippy's penis, but not touching it. Predictably, the frog makes a strangled noise, anxious for things to begin.

She closes her lips around the head, sucking on it for a moment before letting go, and then lapping at it quickly with her pink tongue. She reaches up with a hand and grabs the base of the shaft, before going down on it again, deeper this time.

With ease, Krystal's mouth enveloped Slippy's cock- he was smaller than some of the males she had been with before, so she was able to accommodate his length with little difficulty. She had him right where she wanted, and she knew it. As Little Slippy journeyed further towards the back of her throat, she lashed and circled his shaft and fleshy knob with her tongue. Her wet nose pressed firmly against Slippy's less-than washboard abs, when suddenly, she pulls away.

"So," Krystal gasped, pausing for breath, "the heater?"

Slippy looks down, eyes wide in both fear and desperate anticipation. "I'll fix it! I'll fix it!"

"When?" Krystal says, punctuating the sentence with a quick lick to the tip.

"Let me fix ROB first! Then Samus' windshield! Then you! Then the chairs!"

Krystal greedily glomps down on his cock, burying her face in his crotch. She then pulls away just as quickly. "ROB, Samus, then me?" she asked plaintively. She sucks on his cock head again, waiting for his reply.

Slippy grips the nearby workbench for support with one hand, and the back of her head with the other, vainly trying to urge Krystal back onto his rod, his little hips trying to buck against her. Krystal's jaw is strong, however. He then realizes he's getting nowhere. "Samus, you, then ROB. ROB can wait. But please, god, don't make me tell Samus it's going to take any longer than it will..."

Krystal coyly pretends to consider his counter-offer, before making good on her end of the bargain. The vixen's mouth is warm, wet and inviting, and she knows the frog won't last much longer- the heat radiating off the frog's member in her mouth tell her that much, but the empathic flashes and strained expressions on the frog tell her more. ''One more good suck, and it's all over, frog.'' Krystal thinks smugly to herself. She gives it a few more good pumps with her free hand for good measure.

His fingers grip her hair firmly but gently, encouraging Krystal's lavish attention. Vainly, Slippy grits his teeth as he tries to delay the inevitable explosion. Krystal moves her hands to his balls, and she gives a gentle squeeze- Slippy's determination evaporates in a high-pitched and satisfied cry, as he thrusts for a final time down the vixen's throat.

Slippy's pocket-rocket erupts in her mouth, shooting a load rapidly down her throat. Krystal gags at first, surprised at the speed at first, but acclimates quickly, stroking and sucking what he has to offer her. The engineer's thick batter splashes over her tongue a second time, tasting like most males do- salty, with a unique, almost fishy-taste. Slowly he draws his member out of her maw, now somewhat deflated from it's vigorous abuse.

Her blue fingers stroke it a few more times, coaxing the last of the viscous liquid out. Sure enough, his cock has a last dying spasm, as the last stream of his ejaculate splashes across her muzzle.

Krystal licks his cock clean, never taking her eyes off of Slippy- his expression tired, happy, but with an odd slow-creeping dread as the implications of what he's done catch up with him. She slowly scrapes off that last fleck of cum with her fingers and, before licking it off her fingertips, asks, "Samus, then me, right?" Lick.

Slippy takes a moment, then slowly nods. "Samus... then you."

Satisfied, Krystal stands up, and zips up the front of her suit, while Slippy wistfully catches a final glimpse of Krystal's pert nipples before they disappear again under the leather. "Thanks, Slippy. That was... fun." Krystal checks her reflection briefly in the shiny surface of one of Slippy's unfinished projects. Seeing no evidence of her latest conquest, she sashays out of the engineering room, waving to Slippy as she leaves.

Does she:
*[[LoK Go to her room to shower off.| Go to her room to shower off.]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Flightsuit''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=0}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]