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Fox and Krystal McCloud plastered themselves to the transport’s viewing window with the other passengers, their destination far below. Indigo Island was a lush emerald in a sea of sapphire, covered in palm trees, dotted in modern towns, and wreathed in skirts of white sand and aquamarine shallows. The travel website’s photos and holomaps couldn’t possibly do the real thing justice.
“Well, how does it compare to Cape Claw?” Fox asked his new wife.
Krystal’s eyes were wide as they reflected the pristine island below—almost as bright as the new diamond ring on her finger. “It’s even more beautiful,” she breathed. “But, not as beautiful as the beaches on Cerinia…”
He took her hand, brushing his finger over her ring. “Does it feel good to remember, or…” He switched to his thoughts. ‘Does it hurt?’
Krystal looked up, then smiled at him, squeezing his fingers back. “No, it’s good to be reminded of home. It’s probably the closest Lylat has to offer to it. You picked out the perfect spot…” She closed her eyes and leaned forward, nuzzling his jaw and the crook of his neck. “…For us.”
Fox smiled proudly, breathing in the fruity scent of her hair. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close, and together they watched the sprawling island as it rose up to meet their transport. It had been a struggle not to give too many public displays of affection during the flight, but they weren’t the only ones; many of the other passengers were also newlyweds arriving for their respective honeymoons.
Unlike the Cornerian sightseers they traveled with, however, this pair of foxes intended to stay.
Fox held his wife close while they nuzzled—perhaps a little too protectively. He couldn’t believe they had both survived the assault on the Aparoid homeworld. After so many years of war, it was hard to imagine any beauty at all had survived in the system. Andross tried his damnedest to pollute every planet he conquered, and the Aparoids decimated the cities years later. Yet here Krystal was in his arms, alive, breathing, and unmarred, and there Indigo Island lay, untouched by crazed simian or assimilating bug.
Krystal picked up on his sudden somberness—perhaps from his tighter-than-usual embrace, perhaps from their shared connection. ‘Fox,’ her thoughts whispered, ‘you don’t have to be afraid anymore: not of losing me, or leaving me alone without you. The war is over. There’s no enemy left to fight, no one left to save.’ She raised her sparkling ring between them, emphasizing her point. ‘Nothing can come between us now.’
Fox sighed as she stroked his hair. ‘I know, but…’
Krystal watched a dozen what-if scenarios play out in his head: the transport crashing into the ocean, the dormant volcano on the island erupting, the giant monster Bacoon returning—each fear more fanciful than the last. She just giggled in response and played with his ears. ‘Really, Fox, those days are over! All the monsters we faced are gone. You need to relax!’
Eventually he nodded beneath her soothing caress, feeling a bit embarrassed to have gotten so worked up around the other passengers. ‘You’re right. It’s just so hard to feel like I can finally rest. It feels… wrong. I don’t even know what we’re going to do now that the Great Fox is destroyed and the team is disbanded.’
Krystal purred, pulling away to look him in the eye. ‘You’re retired, remember? No more flying for you! You’re sitting on a sizable paycheck, headed towards your wonderful new home, ready to spend the rest of your life with your new mate.’ She pecked him on the nose. ‘And we’re going to help each other forget about all those silly monsters in our dreams, one night at a—OH!’
Her thoughts scattered like a stack of cards when Fox abruptly pulled her close and kissed her, in front of all the other snickering passengers. The vixen felt embarrassed at first, but she closed her eyes and tuned them out, wrapping her arms around Fox’s torso and focusing on nothing but his warmth and the press of his lips. She never understood why he was so bashful at first, but the more nights she stole away to his room, the more she discovered why. He was scared of loving her only to lose her: an ingrained scar from his past. It took weeks of coaxing after the war to banish that block from his mind, getting him to the point where he felt safe admitting his love for her, and even expressing it in front of others. So when she felt his hands rubbing her shoulder blades and his tongue playing with hers, she didn’t insist he stop. She kissed him back, making love in the midst of all the passengers as their gorgeous new island home rose up to meet them.
As soon as they stepped off the air-conditioned cruiser and onto the landing strip, they were hit with the full blast of the island’s heat—but the two had come prepared with climate-appropriate clothing. After claiming their baggage, Fox emerged from the restroom wearing a floral-pattern shirt, shorts, and sandals, looking like he was ready to spend a day at the beach even before they fully moved into their house. Krystal had dressed even lighter; no stranger to tropical climates and meager clothing, she wore only flip-flops and a bright green bikini under an unbuttoned linen shirt. Fox immediately dropped all his bags to gawk—as did several other passengers.
Krystal fought to keep her face straight. “What?” she shrugged, casually slipping a finger into her thong and adjusting it. “All the other Lylatian women are wearing these. And besides,” she winked, ‘you’ve seen me walk around in less.’
He had, and often nothing at all whenever she lounged around his cabin—but he wasn’t used to her doing so in public. It was a battle just to keep from staring at his scantily-clad wife all through the airport, and he ached for the moment they could finally get some privacy together.
They stepped out into the hot sun again and were forced to shield their eyes. Fox set their bags down and flipped on a pair of shades while Krystal scanned the vehicles idling at the arrivals curb. “Our agent said she’d be waiting for us here, correct?”
Fox swiped through his texts. “Yeah. Lana said she’s driving a red hovertible…”
They craned their necks till they caught sight of their realty agent’s vehicle: a cherry red convertible hovercar with the top pulled down. Leaning against the hood and tapping at her phone was the white-furred wolfess in question. Fox was surprised to see her wearing a bright yellow bra and sarong wrapped loosely around her waist, giving off more tourist-ready-for-beach-party vibes than what he’d expect from a realtor.
Finally the agent squinted their way. Her face lit up when she noticed them, and she rushed over while waving ecstatically. “There you are! It’s so nice to finally meet you two in person!” She clasped her hands and bowed. “Welcome to Indigo Island!”
In the presence of his wife, Fox tried not to stare down the woman’s cleavage when she bent over. “Well, it’s… nice to finally be here!” he managed.
“Yes, and it’s nice to meet you in person as well, Ms. Sukhova!” Krystal agreed.
Lana straightened up and beamed. “Oh please, just Lana is fine! It’s an absolute honor serving you heroes! I hope I can make your honeymoon as fulfilling as possible! Please, if you need anything, just give me a call!”
Krystal looked the woman up-and-down with pursed lips, appraising her figure beneath the bra and sarong that did little to mask it. She knew the agent had a pretty face from all their holomeetings—but if she'd been able to see the rest of her attractive body from the shoulders down…
A quick peek into her husband’s head confirmed her suspicions. She smirked, then discreetly rubbed her tail up his leg. ‘See something you like?’
Fox jumped and banished the wolfess’ naked image from his mind. ‘S-Sorry…’
‘What? Don’t you like the thought of our agent serving you personally in the nude?’
Fox had to grit his teeth just to think about anything else. But with his wife plunged deep into his thoughts, he always had to be honest with her. ‘It’s no fair! You know very well I like it!’ He glared sideways at her. ‘It’s not like I can help it though—especially with you putting stuff like that in my head! You’re just teasing me.’
Krystal had to fight to hide her smile. ‘Guilty as charged! I miss when all I had to do to get you flustered was undress like you imagined her doing. But now you’re too used to it,’ she pouted.
‘Who says I’m used to it?’ Fox leaned in to kiss her cheek and wrap an arm around her waist. ‘You know I’d much rather see you walking around like that.’ He playfully tugged her thong strap down beneath her tail. ‘Why don’t you ditch these useless things? No one will mind…’
‘Oh you—!’ Krystal blushed and discreetly slapped Fox’s hand away. ‘Once we get home, dear,’ she promised, slipping the strap back over her butt.
The extended silence grew increasingly awkward for Lana; from her perspective, the couple was just exchanging random facial expressions and sudden acts of affection. Eventually she cleared her throat. “Um, sh-shall we depart for your home? I have a tour of the island all planned out!”
Fox blinked and looked back at her. “Oh, yeah, let’s get going then!”
Together they loaded their bags and suitcases into the trunk of the hovercar. They didn’t have much that survived the Great Fox’s destruction, but they did have each other, and that was enough. Lana slid into the driver’s seat, but her role was mostly ornamental in the self-driven hovertible. Once Fox and Krystal sat next to each other in back, their agent punched in their home address, and the newlyweds were off.
The tall palm trees and quaint cafés of Indigo Island drifted by as they lazily cruised through the beach-front village. With the hovercar safely driving itself, Lana’s hands were free to point out the island’s most romantic destinations as they passed.
“You have to try that restaurant over there! It has tables right on the pier, and when the sun sets over the water, the view is breathtaking! Oh, and there’s the casino and arcade! Sometimes I blow through a whole week’s pay with my friends if I’m not careful.”
Krystal peered out the window, marveling at the lush paradise passing by. “Now this climate is more like it—not like that chilly capital city we keep returning to.”
Fox tried to keep up with Lana’s tour, admiring the picturesque island scenery as she pointed to it—but he couldn’t stop his eyes from drifting back to admire the gorgeous vixen sitting beside him, making his heart flutter. “Eh, it’s a little hot for what I’m used to…” His fingers crept up to Krystal's bare stomach, rubbing her there. “…But if it gives you an excuse to dress like this again—like when I first laid eyes on you—I think I could get used to it.”
Krystal gasped in indignation as his tickling hand roved further up her body, till it finally slipped under her bra cup to palm her doughy breast. She raised an eyebrow and smirked playfully while he felt her. “Mmm, why Fox, something tells me even this is too much clothing for your taste.”
“You know I can’t get enough of you…” And he pulled the vixen into a passionate kiss.
Krystal melted into her husband’s mouth, closing her eyes and drinking in his sweet lips. This time in the relative privacy of the moving convertible, it was no holds barred. She moaned as they noisily sucked and smacked in the backseat, shivering in pleasure as her husband’s hands began slowly undressing what little she had, seeing how much she’d let him get away with. It turned out, quite a lot. She was too busy locking her lips against his to protest when she felt him pop the green cups off her breasts, exposing them to the world. He grasped them possessively, shoving them in circles around her chest and testing how malleable they were.
“There’s a lovely spa down that road!” Lana continued gushing. “The masseurs there are wonderful! I go there to relax over the weekend. Do you enjoy spas, Mrs. McCloud?” She turned around in her seat, only to find Fox passionately kissing his wife, playing with one of her bare breasts in each hand. “Oh-OH! Sorry, I didn’t know you two were, um… occupied!”
Fox wasn’t the only one hungry; the near-naked vixen slid her hands down his muscled chest, tracing his pecs and abs reverently, only half aware their agent had stopped speaking. Fox gasped and broke off the kiss suddenly, feeling Krystal’s cool digits cupping his members. He found a mischievous smile on her face, and he looked down to see her hand had slipped inside his briefs. Her fingers wiggled in deep to play with his balls, kneading them in his underwear, while she rolled his collapsed sheath back and forth beneath her palm. The band of her wedding ring felt especially cold and ticklish against his heated sack.
“Krystal…?” he breathed while she felt him up.
She smiled sheepishly. “It’s such a lovely drive. We have time… and I’m sure our agent won’t mind.” She glanced at Lana out of the corner of her eye, still stroking him up and down.
Lana’s eyes widened. “Um, what are you two—?”
Fox exhaled when Krystal fondled his members in her paw. She juggled his balls in circles and massaged his ruby shaft till it grew and slid hard up her palm. She giggled at his reaction, the stoic tod turning to putty in her loving hand. Her snickering was cut short however when she had to suck in a breath herself, for he’d sneakily hooked a finger into the front of her thong.
“Here, this is in the way,” he growled with a low pitch that made her tail raise in readiness.
Krystal blushed when his tugging finger exposed her womanhood; already it was wet enough to drip and smear against the leather seat. She glanced out either side of the convertible as they drove down the boulevard, covering her exposed breasts and worrying. “L-Lana darling, does your car have tinted windows?”
The wolfess gulped when she realized what they had in mind. “A-A little!”
“Then you must help my husband and I be discreet…”
Unable to resist, Krystal arched her back and raised her hips, letting Fox greedily pull her thong completely down. She let it fall all the way to her ankles, leaving herself sitting stark naked on the leather seat. Hurriedly Lana rolled the windows up and replaced the roof, giving them a little more privacy, but in the process sealing herself in with the pair of wild lovers in the backseat.
While Fox traced his fingers over her slick, dripping flower, Krystal worked his shorts down enough for his manhood to fully spring up, teetering proud and ready in the air. She gasped and laughed awkwardly when his digits sank into her folds, and he began stirring her wet core while tickling her sensitive nub with a knuckle. “Oh, Fox!” With the tod’s fingers inserted and working their magic, she found it more difficult to return the pleasure, but she did her best to close her fingers around his thick member and stroke it up and down. She caught their agent glancing downwards as she tugged her husband’s penis, her diamond ring sparkling against it—but she didn’t let up. Instead, she cleared her throat. “Um, Lana, could you continue the tour please? My husband and I are very interested in the island’s facilities.”
“Oh! Y-Yes, of course!” Lana obediently turned her head forwards again, trying not to glance in the mirror as she heard their lustful moans and growls; she wasn’t about to tell the two heroes of Lylat to stop, nor would she dare keep them from enjoying their well-deserved honeymoon. “Um, o-over there is a famous taffy shop! Whenever they create a new flavor, they give customers free handjobs—I-I mean, handouts! Uh, there are some camp grounds over there, where the men organize monthly cock-outs—shoot, cook-outs! The shop over there sells locally grown knots—NUTS! Ohhhh…”
Thankfully the pair was only half-listening to her Freudian slips. While Krystal stroked her mate to full staff, Fox was growing excited as a rutting bull. Suddenly he pulled her sideways into his lap, causing her to yip. “OH!” She looked down to find his red member protruding between her legs, dripping as its sensitive tip painted the inside of her thighs with pre. It ground impatiently along her flustered lips till she could feel each of its bumps and ridges stimulating her. Her jaw dropped open when Fox grabbed her breasts and played with them, licking up the side of her face and nibbling her ear.
“I want you now,” his hot breath crashed into her ear, telling her what she already knew: from his lust-filled mind, and straight from his body as it pressed hard and ready at her entrance.
“My, you Cornerian men are very p-public about your displays of affection!” she stuttered. Unable to control herself, she clenched her thighs around her husband’s cock, hugging it to her dripping pussy. She glanced outside the inadequately-tinted windows when they stopped at a red light; she was worried the crossing pedestrians could see her begin to grind him, dragging her sensitive lips along her mate’s hardened loin.
“Oh we’re not usually this open,” Fox explained. “But when I’m with you…”
Krystal gasped when he shoved her forward, and she sprawled onto the storage compartment between the two front seats. Lana had put her fingers in her ears as she gave the rest of the tour—loudly, and mostly to herself. “And there’s the public swimming pool where you can watch movies at night–EEP!”
Krystal blushed up at Lana, giving her a sheepish, apologetic smile while Fox assumed the mating position behind her. “P-Please forgive my husband, Ms. Sukhova. You’ll have to get used to his public displays of—OH!” She yipped when Fox fit his cockhead against her gates, just begging to shove it in. It took everything in her power not to sink herself back onto him and do it right then and there—but at the last second she insistently shoved it away. ‘Wait, Fox!’ she pleaded while looking over her shoulder. ‘Let’s wait till we’re alone in our new home—and we’ll consummate our love beneath the stars, the way my people do!’
With an impatient grunt, Fox relinquished and sat back down. “Beneath the stars…” he repeated aloud. “Sorry, I-I always forget that part. Then, later tonight?” he asked hopefully.
Krystal shivered at the thought, overwhelmed with excitement. “Yes…” she whispered, turning around to face him. “Yes, tonight! Finally, I will be yours!”
Fox exhaled. “I’ve waited so long for this day—I guess I can wait a few more hours for you.” He kissed his way up to her jaw, and her eyes fluttered closed as she leaned her head to the side for him. “We’ll do it however you want, Krys.”
Lana sighed to herself, relieved the two lovebirds wouldn’t try making their first baby in her backseat. Her ears perked, however, when she heard what Krystal suggested next.
"My, but I have you pent-up! The least I can do is tide you over a bit. For now, why don't I take care of this little guy the way I usually do, hmm?"
“Krystal? You mean…?”
She kicked her tangled thong from her ankles and slid down into the footwell, crouching completely nude beneath Fox’s proud red mast. “Shhh,” she whispered, pressing her lips directly against his smooth skin, “no one will see us this way…” And she extended her tongue, starting with his dangling balls and taking a long lick up the entirety of his shaft.
“Fuck, yeah!” Fox released a pent-up gasp and threw his head back, his body tingling beneath his mate’s tastebuds. Lana stole another glance back at the sound, blushing when she saw Krystal fully naked and going down on her knees for her husband, repeatedly dragging her tongue up his rod in worship. ‘You don’t mind blowing me in front of her?’ Fox asked, shivering as his wife found new ways to caress his flesh with her mouth.
'I want to make our exact relationship known to her, just so there's no misunderstanding. You don't need a pretty wolfess like her to suck your cock when you already have… me.' Krystal grinned, locking eyes with Lana as she obscenely wiped her tongue back and forth over her husband's balls. "Continue the tour, Ms. Lana. My—mleh!—husband wants to know more about this island. But I'm afraid my mouth will be too full to talk back." And, making her point clear, she caught her mate's cockhead between her lips and winked at her.
“Y-Yes, Mrs. McCloud!” Lana squeaked.
Moaning and closing her eyes, Krystal lowered her head further down, slurping wetly around Fox’s shaft as she sucked it into her mouth. Fox hummed his approval; he spread his legs in invitation, leaning back comfortably and resting his arms over the back of the seat. He listened absently to their agent as she stuttered through the rest of the tour—but mostly he enjoyed the pleasures of his jealous wife’s mouth, all while they cruised through the sun-bleached streets of Indigo Island.
Eventually the hovertible turned and floated up the driveway of their new estate like a cloud; here was the house Fox and Krystal had finally settled on purchasing with their share of the Aparoid contract reward. It straddled the wall of dunes overlooking the ocean, while a lush green lawn filled with tropical plants lined the road leading up to it. The building itself was modern in design, made from a number of sleek white cubes with plentiful glass walls mashed together at 90 degree angles. But as they rode up the flower- and palm tree-lined driveway, the foxes’ attentions weren’t exactly on their new love nest.
“Mmmf, mmmf, MMMF!”
“Ohhh, Krystal…”
In the backseat of the hovercar, Krystal continued to bob her head over Fox’s lap. The naked vixen had his shorts tugged down past his knees and was currently ducking out of view beneath the windows to bury her muzzle in his open crotch. While Fox groaned and softly cursed, Krystal sealed her lips tightly around his erection, sloppily massaging it with each pull and push of her elfin muzzle. She giggled when the rod of flesh twitched and jerked each time she danced her tongue around it. But she caught her breath when her mate lay his hand between her ears and pressed her head into his lap with desperate need; the time for playfulness had ended.
At her mate’s encouragement, Krystal furrowed her brow and went down on him with even more abandon, noisily slurping and lubing him with her clamping cheeks. She closed her eyes and grimaced, bringing her head so close to his lap she felt his pubic fur caressing her cheeks—and his hardened tip poking the back of her throat.
Lana’s cheeks flushed red while she watched Krystal’s blue butt poke between the front seats; it seemed to rise up towards her each time she brought her head down on her mate. Tearing her eyes off the vixen’s winking tailhole, the wolfess coughed to get their attention. “Um, M-Mr. and Mrs. McCloud, it seems we’ve arrived!”
The car began to slow as it pulled up the driveway—but not the young vixen’s movements as she sensuously slurped and sucked Fox’s cock in and out. Fox looked out the window, face dazed from blissful pleasure but feeling disappointed. He knew it was time to go, so he patted his wife’s bobbing head. “K-Krystal, we should really stop; we’re almost there…”
The vixen popped her mate’s cock out for a moment and raised herself up on her arms. Licking the tod’s slick pre from her lips, she peeked over the door at the house they were slowly approaching. She shrugged, and her breasts bounced in tandem with her shoulders. “We still have time, Ms. Sukhova, and I haven’t made my husband finish yet…” She winked at Fox, then brushed her hair aside and dropped back down onto his manhood, slowly licking his tasty flesh with her loving tongue.
Finally the car stopped before the front steps, and Fox popped the back door open—but he wasn’t about to go anywhere. His vixen winked at him, locking him in place with her lips tightly wound around his cock. ‘And where do you think you’re going?’ she teased, enjoying his helplessness in her grasp.
Fox sighed in defeat, but was prepared to enjoy it. He threw his head back and groaned, his cock melting into her warm, wet, pleasing embrace. He leaned back and surveyed their beautiful home as his new mate pleasured him, feeling like a king on top of the world. The vixen meanwhile couldn’t care less about the luxurious house; she closed her eyes and focused solely on her man, tail wagging above her bare ass as she slurped all over her favorite part of his anatomy.
Near his limit, Fox reached down and tenderly caressed her hair, watching the Cerinian vixen so eagerly tending him. “I love you, Krystal,” he said, cupping her cheek as she stuffed it with his member.
Krystal’s lashes fluttered when she opened her eyes and raised them to him, even with his maleness filling her mouth. Her heart melted at the sight of his pleasured face—the pleasure she was giving him. I love you too, Fox, she said—not with words, but by sucking harder than she had before. She caressed her lips along his every ridge and vein and slid his penis into her throat with practiced patience.
Soon Fox growled, and she knew her efforts had proved successful, once again. She held her head in place, feeling him begin to thrust on his own as he dumped his hot semen straight into her throat. Then as he moaned in orgasm, she found his eyes, pouting and whimpering lovingly up at him as she slowly milked the emissions from his throbbing members.
Gluck, gluck, gluck! Krystal made sure he could see each bulge moving in her throat as she noisily swallowed his seed down, obediently nursing on his bucking manhood while it emptied his warm essence down her throat. She blushed, spotting Lana watching with a gaping jaw as she so eagerly drank her husband’s cum. It was embarrassing to have an audience this time, especially with the way Fox so commandingly forced her head down to take all of his pent-up release. But she made sure the women knew who her husband’s seed belonged to by obediently swallowing each sticky rope.
As the seconds dragged on, Krystal couldn’t keep up with her virile tod’s output, no matter how often she'd practiced with him. Eventually she grimaced and popped him out, gasping for air—but she beamed up at him and excitedly aimed his squirting rocket till she was staring straight down its barrel. “Welcome home, F-Fox—OH!”
While Lana gaped, sticky globs of Fox’s cum slung over Krystal’s face, causing her to flinch and giggle. She held onto his shaft, squealing in delight as she tugged his completion out with coaxing strokes of her fingers. Soon she was wearing a sparkling veil of her tod’s seed, and his reach lessened. She had to squeeze the last few weak drops out onto her extended tongue, saying “Ahhhh!” while she caught them.
“Ohhh, Krystal,” Fox shivered as he finished, watching her shimmering teal eyes sparkle up at him as she accepted the last dribbles of his love onto her tongue.
The vixen smiled at his praise, then proudly showed her husband how much of his gift she’d caught in her mouth before swallowing it. “That was just a taste,” she said in a sultry whisper. “Tonight I’ll give you the real thing…”
“I-I can hardly wait!” Fox gasped.