Panther Caroso couldn't help but grin and thank whatever lucky stars he'd been born under~ To think he'd be on track to bed the most desirable vixen this side of the Lylat System, the one and only Krystal! If he'd been told that this was where his day would lead, he'd never have believed it. And to think, things had started out so normal this morning too...
***
It all happened thanks to a 'friendly' training exercise Starfox decided to run with Starwolf. That cocky bastard Fox came out on top as always, but it seemed not everyone on his team was happy about how he's done it. Even as Panther was exiting his ship, he could hear the commotion from clear across the other side of the hanger.
"I can't believe you cut me off like that!" The black feline would recognize that musical voice anywhere, it belonged to the only female member of Fox's team, Krystal~
"I was trying to protect you!" Fox pleaded.
"I'm not a child Fox, I don't need you to babysit me every second we're out on a mission! I mean next, you'll be asking me to quit flying altogether." The vixen clearly meant as a joke, a ridiculous extreme that would never possibly come true, but the ensuing silence told her that it was an all too real possibility to Fox.
Her eyes widened.
All the while Panther could not help but admire the way her ample 'assets' jiggled beneath her skin-tight flight suit as she angrily gesticulated. Truly this vixen was a vision of beauty even at her most furious~ It might have helped that her fury was directed well away from him and instead aimed squarely at, at least in his eyes, a much more fitting target.
The charismatic cat had been looking for an opportunity to slide himself in between the two mercenary foxes and his instincts told him this might just be his perfect chance~
"You cannot be serious!" Krystal roared.
Fox flinched under her stern gaze.
"I mean would it really be such a bad thing...? It's not like you wouldn't still be on the team-"
But the blue vixen didn't wait for him to finish, turning around and storming away from him. Right in the direction of Panther. When she noticed their unseen observer and her gait changed, a sly smile spreading across her face. Angry marching turned into a seductive strut sure to turn the head of any male in the vicinity.
Lucky for him, Panther had her undivided attention as the vixen strolled up and draped her arms around his neck. The cat raised his eyebrows in question, placing his own hands firmly on her hips, just shy of the swell of her bountiful ass~
"Oh, Panther~" she drolled, clearly talking to both men, "You wouldn't ask me to quit doing the things I love to do in order to be with you, would you?"
Panther couldn't help but smirk.
"Of course not, my lovely blue-furred angel~ Panther is no such idiot, he can see that you are a fearsome warrior in your own right~ A truly mighty force to be reckoned with on the battlefield! Indeed, it is just one of your many intoxicating features~" The feline accentuated this point by slipping his hands down to fully palm her ample ass.
Krystal let out a feminine giggle at the gesture.
If looks could kill Panther would have been reduced to dust under Fox's molten gaze, but since they could not the Casanova cat just winked at the vulpine, before giving the beautiful blue booty in his grasp the gentlest of squeezes~
Fox couldn't stand it anymore!
"Krystal! Are you really going to listen to anything that smug jerk has to say!?"
The vixen shot a cold glance back towards the vulpine.
"The only jerk I see around here is you! Panther has never been anything but a gentleman to me~"
Seeing that the conversation had once more returned to one of his favorite topics, himself, the feline chose this moment to pounce! Tightening his grip on the vixen, he dipped her low, as if they were in the middle of a passionate dance, their faces now mere millimeters apart. He looked into her dazzled cerulean eyes and whispered huskily.
"Of course, it is only too easy for Panther to treat you like the beautifully exquisite creature that you are~" To punctuate his statement Panther crashed their lips together in a fiery kiss!
The vixen's body arched like she had been struck by lightning, one leg kicking up in reflex high into the air, but it was only the electric trills of pleasure currently coursing through her~! Krystal never knew a kiss could feel this good! Of course, her only previous experience had been with Fox...
For his part, Panther was having similar thoughts. The velvety softness of the vixen's mouth combined with her tongue's eager battle for dominance had his cock like a steel rod in his pants! The cat was now certain he had not been exaggerating one bit in his previous statements. If a simple kiss already had him like this, then the alien vixen truly was the most dangerous woman in all the Lylat system~
Breaking the kiss and subsequent string of saliva that connected him to her still pursed lips, Panther stood Krystal up and turned her away from her soon to be ex-lover~
"Since your former company doesn't seem to recognize your true talents, how about accompanying Panther to somewhere where they will be fully appreciated? Like his bed-chambers, perhaps~?"
Krystal gave a mumbling nod, face still flushed with pleasure. The kind of look that said she really hadn't heard anything that he'd said but was still happy to do whatever he wanted for the near future. Beaming with pride and anticipation, Panther began leading the blue beauty out of the hanger.
"Wait, Krystal, please!" Fox shouted desperately, but all he was met with was the hearty laughter of Panther.
***
Even now the feline couldn't help but chuckle quietly to himself. Sometimes he even surprised himself with how smooth he could be. And it didn't get much smoother than stealing somebody's girl directly in front of them, especially when said girl looked as good as the voluptuous vixen currently spread out on his sheets~
Even decked out in her flight suit she was still a sight to behold~ No, it was exactly because of the tight formfitting sculpt of the suit that she looked so particularly delectable~ Her already substantially ample breasts were squeezed up and together as if they were just asking for cocky feline fighter pilots to dock their cocks in-between them~! Below Panther could make out the impressive sculpt of her abs tapering all the way down the ridiculous flare of her hips.
There was only one term appropriate in Panther's mind to describe hips such as those; baby-bearing~ They were the kind of hips that begged a man to grab hold and not let go until he had shot every last bit of his seed inside. The kind that pressed so tightly together that not a single drop would be able to escape, ensuring the beauty in question was thoroughly knocked up by the end of the night!
Thoughts of blue-furred panther kittens with bushy fox tails danced through his mind and his dick gave an eager throb.
All in due time my friend
, he soothed. Truly, if the other women of Cerinia had looked half as good as Krystal then he would never forgive Andross for destroying such a paradise. Though, even if that were the case Panther was sure Krystal would still have been a cut above the rest~ Krystal was the complete package, a total 10/10, a true otherworldly vision of beauty~♥
In fact, the only thing currently marring her perfect visage was the conflicted look on her face. Like she wasn't quite sure if she should want to be here as much as she did. But Panther was confident he could take care of that look in due time.
Fox had been foolish enough to let a bombshell like Krystal slip through his fingers and Panther intended to capitalize on his mistake. As the old saying went, finder keepers' losers' weepers. And by the end of the night, he intended to make sure that Krystal was well and truly lost to Fox McCloud, forever!
And the first step to that was getting her out of those clothes ~
"W-What are you doing?" Krystal asked sounding somewhere between accusation and excitement.
"Do not worry yourself, my beautiful vision~ Panther is only making himself more comfortable before he shows you how to forget all about that painful argument~." He said, quickly shedding his own pilot gear.