[b][u]You Read My Mind[/u][/b]
 
“Okay, so what number am I thinking of?”
 
“Thirty seven and a half,” Krystal replied stoically, a little grin crossing her muzzle. Falco grinned in response, shrugging comically as the other crew members laughed in surprise. Another accurate answer from their latest crewmate; the strange blue vixen of Sauria.
 
“Oh, oh, do me!” The small toad at her side chimed in excitedly as he bounced in his seat. “Okay, so I’m thinking of a place--”
 
“You’re thinking of Venom, more specifically your recent battle there.” The blue vixen interrupted him, her head propped up on her hand as she looked at the toad. “You did some impressive flying from what I can see in your mind right now, though I have to wonder how much of that is embellishment.” She smiled as she sipped her tea, “not to second-guess your skills, Slippy, but one’s imagination often has a way of taking over reality when it comes to memories.”
 
“B-but you can see how cool I was, right? Taking on all those ships at once!” Slippy reiterated, only to flail his hands in excitement before gripping onto the edge of his table. “Aaaah, it’s just so cool that you’re psychic! I have so many questions! Can you hypnotise people too? Were you always psychic or did you have to train to do it?”
 
“You ever learn a wicked embarrassing secret by reading someone’s mind?” Falco added onto the list of questions as he leaned forward on the table. “Obviously don’t say anything about anyone in the room right now, but you gotta have seen something weird while you were peeking on the other crew members minds, right?”
 
“The other crew members being Fox and the robot?” Krystal raised an eyebrow at the bird before turning her gaze through the cafeteria’s window to the hanger below. She could see Fox on the lower floor, his jacket tied around his hips while he worked on repairing the Arwing, his orange fur stained with grease.
 
“Okay, you got me. But c’mon, McCloud’s got something going on we don’t know about, right?” Falco chuckled, drawing the Vixen’s attention back to him as he snapped his fingers. “You can tell us, we’re not gonna say anything to him, Pilot’s honour!”
 
“Alright, settle down you two,” The old hare called from across the cafeteria as he poured the last of the coffee into his cup. “I know Krystal’s telepathy is fascinatin’ stuff, but yer both making her uncomfortable with all the questions. Her power’s not a toy, it’s a rare and extraordinary gift. She has to use it wisely.”
 
“Suckup,” Falco coughed into his wing, getting a little chuckle from Slippy as Krystal counted the ceiling tiles to avoid all the extra attention.
 
“I’m sure Krystal will tell us what we need to know eventually, but she’s still a new member of the crew. We got to give her some time to adjust to life on a ship,” Peppy continued as he took a seat at the table. “We don’t want her thinkin’ she’s made a mistake joining up with Star Fox.”
 
“I could never think this was a mistake, joining the crew has been one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.” Krystal bowed her head humbly to the three other pilots, “and I’m really grateful for you letting me tag along, you’re all so welcoming.”
 
“Honestly, it’s pretty great having a girl around, haven’t really had any ladies on the Great Fox since Miyu and Fay.” Falco grinned as he leaned back on his chair. “Can’t say I’ve ever met a Telepath though… must be pretty weird knowing everyone’s embarrassing secrets.” He raised an eyebrow, “So anyway, getting back to my question…”
 
“Falco,” Peppy grunted.
 
“Alright, fine. You don’t have to say anything.” Falco threw up his wings in submission. “Just say if you feel like it, y’know?”
 
“Even if I did see something embarrassing while I was using my powers, I’d never reveal it to anyone. It’d be wrong.” Krystal replied, her ears tucking back as she wrapped her hands around her cup to warm them. “It’s hard enough to gain someone’s trust when they know you can read minds, I wouldn’t want to add to that by telling other people their private thoughts.”
 
“H-hey, we all trust you, Krystal.” Slippy reassured her with a pat on the shoulder. “You’re a part of our crew, we know you’d only use your powers for good.” He smiled broadly.
 
“They’ve been mighty helpful with the distress calls,” Peppy added with a warm smile. “It’s like we’ve got a code-cracking genius on our hands, you can tell us stuff we’d never have picked up before.”
 
Krystal couldn’t help but hide her smile at their encouragement. Even Falco seemed apologetic for badgering her for information, though she knew the bird would never admit it. She sipped her tea and stared out the window, her blue eyes drifting over Fox as he worked in the hanger. She couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking about while he worked. He always seemed so focused when he was working with his tools, but Krystal had seen beyond the veil. She knew his best daydreams came when he was doing tedious work.
 
His imagination set the scene in her mind as she sensed his thoughts. He was surrounded by fleshy walls that seemed to throb with the heartbeat of his predator. The air was hot and humid, the slick viscous drool ran through his orange fur as he ran his hands over the slimy walls. The world around him was dark, but still bright enough that he could see the stomach juices as they rose up around his waist. From beyond the walls muffled voices taunted and teased him, their hands groping and rubbing at their fat belly... the great Fox McCloud, hero of the galaxy, nothing more than a meal. She wondered whether the thoughts had started due to his adventures in Sauria or whether they had always been present in his mind, all she knew was that she often showed up in his fantasies… and not as a mutual prey.
 
At first the images had seemed silly to Krystal; visions of her stomach ballooned out in front of her, wriggling with the bulge of her lover as she taunted him about ‘being fat on her thighs’ and shook her ass. The dialogue was always over the top, and the visual of her with a stomach as big as she was too obscene for her to possibly take it seriously. ‘He’s got a strange sense of humour,’ she had thought to herself, dismissing the thoughts entirely. Though over time she began to understand it as something more sexual… and worse, the more she was exposed to it through Fox’s mind, the more she began to understand its appeal. Though unlike Fox she felt more inclined to the role of the one doing the eating, which was perhaps why she paid extra attention when she showed up in his daydreams.
 
It was oddly hurtful when she began to look into the fantasies on a more personal level. At first, Fox would portray her as a tribalistic cannibal, complete with tying him to a pole and forcing him into a loincloth to be ceremoniously eaten. It was hard to shrug off the recurring dark themes; her betraying his trust by devouring his crew and making him rub her stomach, him getting caught in a hunting trap on Sauria and her showing up to gather her meal. Sometimes her ‘army of raptors’ would tie Fox up and bring him to her on a silver platter, allowing her to devour him in front of her tribe. None of these seemed at all like her, she’d never harm her friends, let alone the one who had rescued her and the planet she cared about from certain doom… So why was she so scary when Fox imagined her as a predator? Why was she always so sinister?
 
She had tried to give Fox some new material to fantasize about over time. She would yawn widely when they were together, her arms stretched to expose the curve of her slender midsection in her latex bodysuit. She started making predatory comments around him, throwing around phrases like being ‘so hungry I could eat a horse’ or how she’d ‘eat him alive’ whenever they competed in a game or training session. He did well at hiding his reactions on the outside, but a quick glimpse into her mind revealed just how much each lick of her lips or purposefully loud gulp affected him. He’d always reply the moment a few times in his head, committing to memory so he could use it later.
 
To her delight her quotes and actions started to emerge in his fantasies, slowly shifting her appearance in his daydreams from a sadistic primitive warrior to a refined young woman who just happened to have a peculiar taste in men. Instead of capturing him and pinning him under her thighs she was politely asking to eat him, or even eating him by mistake and apologising for it while he reassured her it was fine. The scenes became intimate and romantic, leaving Krystal blushing as she gazed at Fox’s fantasies of her snuggling up to her lover-filled gut. It still wasn’t a perfect reflection of what she’d be like as a predator, but at least it was close enough for what she had planned.
 
While being able to give Fox more to fantasize about was fun, she knew it would only do so much to satisfy him. For some such fantasies were best kept in their imagination, but she knew that he wanted more than that… Sauria really had broken him, it had shown him what it was like to be eaten alive after years of imagining it. Now he wanted to experience it again, though with a better-looking predator than Galdon.
 
Fox glanced up at the window, suddenly noticing Krystal watching him from the cafeteria. After a brief moment of surprise he smiled and gave her a little nod of acknowledgement as he returned to his work, tightening the bolts much faster than he had been before. The vixen smiled to herself and ran her fingers through her hair, listening to the final line of Fox’s fantasy, spoken in her voice: [i]’Mmmh, thanks for dinner, Fox, Delicious as always~’[/i], followed by a low, rumbling gurgle to seal Fox’s fate as finished up his work and packed away his tools.
 
The line was a little corny for her tastes, but she felt like she had done enough reconnaissance for one afternoon. The other crew members had been talking among themselves for so long she had completely lost track of the conversation, allowing her to leave with a vague “Better get back to it!” before putting her cup in the sink and heading out the door. She had plenty of preparation to do, tonight she would finally confront Fox about his daydreams… and she would finally bring his fantasies to life.
 
 
* * *
 
It had been a fairly uneventful day for the crew of the Great Fox, a rare blessing in their line of work. The latest battle with Andross had been enough to cripple his forces for a while, giving them a chance to breathe, something Krystal had been grateful for. It was the window she needed to finally follow through on her plan. She reached up to knock on Fox’s bedroom door, only to pause and extend her mind into the room first, her eyes closed as she searched for his thoughts.
 
[i]’Mmmmh, hold on tight, Foxy~ I wouldn’t want you to fall into my big gaping maw~’[/i] Krystal drooled in Fox’s fantasy, her jaws wide open as a tiny version of Fox dangled from the end of her staff. [I]’Ooooh, or would I? I guess you’ll have to let go and find out~’[/i]
 
[i]’Micro play… that’s certainly new.’[/i] Krystal thought to herself, at least she had confirmed he was in his bunk. Not wanting to give herself a chance to back out, the vixen knocked on the door. The fantasy ended in an instant, replaced by scrambling thoughts interspersed with [i]‘shit, shit, shit!’[/i] as Fox tried to get himself decent. “Fox?” Krystal called as she knocked the door again, “May I come in?”
 
[i]’Seriously?! Ugh, maybe she won’t notice,’[/i] Fox’s thoughts echoed in the telepath’s head as he opened the door. His fur was ruffled as though he had just gotten out of bed, which was quickly confirmed by a quick glimpse of his messy bed sheets. He let out a yawn into his hand. “Mmh, hey Krystal. What’s up?”
 
“I was just wondering if we could perhaps do something tonight,” The vixen offered as she leaned on his doorframe, a soft smile crossing her muzzle. She guessed the smell of musk and the large tent in the front of his jumpsuit was what she was supposed to not notice. “It’s rare that we have a chance to spend time together without worrying about being attacked.”
 
“It is, yeah.” Fox agreed as he stepped to one side and gestured for her to enter. Once she was inside he closed the door and stepped back over to the bed, quickly adjusting the sheets to clean it up. “I was just taking a nap, I felt pretty exhausted after fixing up Slippy’s ship. There were so many holes in it I’m kind of surprised he even managed to fly it back here.”
 
“You’ve picked your pilots well,” Krystal replied as she sat down on the bed, the mattress sinking under her as she looked up at him. “You have excellent taste, Fox,” She added with a little smile, her banded tail swaying sensually behind her as she stared into his eyes. “Some of the best I’ve sampled on my travels.”
 
[i]’Why’d she have to say it like that? ...fuck I’m hard.’[/i] Fox thought, though after a brief pause he maintained his cocky smile. “The dinosaurs on Sauria sure seemed to think so,” he joked, barely deflecting the compliment as he sat down on the bed next to her, one leg crossed over the other to hide the bulge forming in the crotch of his jumpsuit.
 
“You’ve told me about what happened there, I’m sorry you had to go through all that because of me,” Krystal replied as she took her tail in her lap and began to groom it with both hands. “Truth be told, I’ve looked into your mind accidentally before... I know you think about it often,” she winced, “being eaten, I mean.”
 
“Oh…” Fox tucked his ears and rubbed the back of his neck as he glanced away from the vixen. “So you’ve seen all that, huh? That’s… pretty embarrassing, hope you don’t think less of me for it.” He groaned into his hand. [i]’It’s not like I can even deny it, she probably already knows the truth.’[/i] his thoughts continued.
 
“I didn’t mean to betray your trust, Fox… I just wanted to understand why you kept having those thoughts about me.” Krystal replied, her ears lowering as she looked in the other direction, neither of them able to look at the other. “At first I thought they were real fears of yours; that I had only joined the crew to sabotage and devour you and your friends.”
 
“Wh-what? No, I never thought that,” Fox gasped as he turned to face her once again, his hand resting on hers. “It’s just… I mean, it’s hard to explain,” he sighed, “Honestly, I can’t even explain it to myself. I don’t know why I like this stuff, but when I’m thinking about it, I usually think of predators who are... I guess…”
 
“Dominant?” Krystal finished his sentence, her ears perking. Fox held his breath for a moment as he hesitated on his answer, then nodded in agreement. “So, you never thought I was a tribalistic cannibal? You just wanted to fantasize about someone like that eating you?”
 
“Yeah… but then I got to know you, and it felt weird to think of you like that, so I stopped... “ Fox paused, “Well, mostly stopped. I still think about it from time to time, it’s a bit hard to stop picturing…” he smiled sheepishly.
 
“I appreciate you making me less hostile in your fantasies at least,” Krystal said with a smile. “You still think about me eating you a lot though, don’t you?”
 
“It’s kind of hard not to sometimes, it’s like you’re trying to bait me into saying something,” Fox felt his cheeks burn under his fur from embarrassment. “I’m just sorry you got caught up in all this. I shouldn’t have pushed my kinks on you.”
 
“I shouldn’t have read your mind,” Krystal apologised in return, a sheepish smile crossing her own muzzle. “But truth be told, the more I’ve seen, the more I’ve understood why you enjoy it. Seeing it through your eyes has made me understand why you enjoy it so much.”
 
“Are you saying… you want to get eaten too?” Fox asked, his eyes widening in disbelief as Krystal leaned closer to him.
 
“Close…” Krystal replied, her hand running up his inner thigh as she gazed into his eyes. The vixen stood up, her tail curling around Fox’s shoulders in a hug for a moment before slowly trailing off him as she made her way toward the door. “Wait here, I’ll be back in a moment.”
 
The pillot waited patiently on his bed, unable to bring himself to do anything but stare at the until she returned. His underwear felt uncomfortably tight as his member stood at its full length, forming a bulge in his jumpsuit that no amount of tucking could hide. On any other night he would have simply dealt with the issue, but the mystery around what Krystal had in store for him was enough for him to keep his hands firmly at his sides until she returned.
 
His bedroom door finally opened once again to reveal the blue vixen, now dressed in her golden bra, bracers and loincloth, her staff held casually in her hand. She posed in the doorway for a moment before stepping into the room and closing the door behind her, swiping the screen next to it to lock the door. She posed with her staff once again, “So, what do you think?”
 
“It looks great on you,” Fox replied, his cheeks turning red under his orange fur. His eyes wandered over her form, taking in the white markings on her fur that were usually covered by her body suit. “You look beautiful.”
 
“I’m a little surprised it still fits, given how my diet has changed since I joined your crew.” Krystal teased him with a sultry swish of her tail. “I do like the exposed midriff though, less chance of me stretching out my suit after I eat a certain Star Fox Captain.”
 
“Hff, c’mon…” Fox panted, crossing his legs once more as his tail thumped on the bed behind him. “You don’t have to tease me about it if you don’t want to, it’s not like you could actually eat me.”
 
“I wouldn’t be so sure… I communed with the Krazoa Spirits you brought to the sanctuary while I was trapped in that crystal on Sauria, and they taught me things that would help me protect the planet when I was freed.” Krystal explained as she turned the staff in her hand, admiring the blue crystal in it. “And one of those things was swallowing creatures whole.”
 
“You’re joking,” Fox blinked in disbelief.
 
“I’m not, honestly I assumed [i]they[/i] were joking, I didn’t expect to ever need the ability to eat something alive.” Krystal shook her head, “But then I started seeing your fantasies… and it reminded me that, if you really wanted to, I could help you make them a reality.”
 
“So have you ever….” Fox gulped back some saliva, his heart racing as he stared wide-eyed at the vixen. “...done it?”
 
“You’d be my first,” Krystal admitted sheepishly. “But I want to try it, if you do. I could even use another spell they taught me to bring you back after you were digested, though you’d have to be a part of me for a short time.”
 
“Are you sure you can do it?” Fox tucked his ears back in concern. “This is kind of a big risk, if the spell doesn’t work--”
 
“I wouldn’t suggest it if I didn’t think it would work, you’re too important to me to lose over something like this.” Krystal insisted as she took a seat next to him on the bed, one hand resting on his shoulder. “I don’t want to force you to do anything you’re not comfortable with… but I can also feel how much you’ve wanted to do this before. I promise you’ll be safe, and you can back out at any time you want.”
 
Fox stared into space for a moment, his hands resting either side of him. It was an offer he had waited for since they first met, an impossible dream of acting out his deepest fantasy suddenly made easy. All he had to do was say yes and trust in the vixen’s magic. His heart beat in his chest, forcing the word out of his mouth. He blushed, then looked over at Krystal as he rested his hand on hers, “Thank you, but… are you sure [i]you[/i] want to do this?”
 
“As I said before, the more I looked into your fantasies the more I wanted to try them myself…” Krystal replied as she held his hand and slowly guided it to her flat stomach. It seemed to rumble the moment he touched it, growling hungrily beneath the soft white fur of her belly. “Besides, I starved myself all day for this, nothing but tea to keep me going.”
 
“Y-you really didn’t have to do that,” Fox widened his eyes at the news.
 
“I wanted it to be clean and empty for you, not to mention make sure I was hungry enough to follow through with my offer.” Krystal smiled reassuringly at him. “So, Is there any particular one of your fantasies you want to act out, or should I just go with what I think is best?” she asked as her tail curled around Fox’s waist and gave it a gentle squeeze.
 
“If you’re comfortable with role playing it, I guess I’d like you to be a little rough.” Fox replied as he rubbed behind his neck again. “Not that I think you’re a tribalistic cannibal--”
 
“I know, Fox. I know you don’t think I’m really like that, you just like that kind of power dynamic. And if it’s just bedroom play...” Krystal reassured him, her hand cupping his chin as she gazed into his eyes, a sudden flirtatious expression crossing her muzzle. “...I can be wild for you, flyboy.”
 
She pushed forward, causing Fox to fall onto his back on the bed. The vixen moved nimbly, one paw either side of him as she stood above him, the blunt end of her staff resting on his chest for balance. “Seems like someone wandered into my territory without my permission,” she grinned down at him.
 
“M-must’ve gotten lost,” Fox mumbled in response, his head still spinning from the shift in personality now that the vixen had gotten into character. She really [i]had[/i] been paying attention to his fantasies.
 
“I’m afraid that you’ve broken Saurian law, newcomer.” Krystal said, spinning her staff in her hand before using the pointed tip to tug at Fox’s jacket. “You’re going to have to remove these and accept your penalty… or I could take them off you by force~” she purred, her eyes lidding seductively.
 
“I’ll comply, for now.” Fox replied, a little grin crossing his muzzle as he started to get into the scene. Krystal stepped around him as he sat up, allowing him to remove his jacket and bandana and slide off his jumpsuit, leaving them all in a heap on the ground. As he removed his boxers Krystal was finally able to see what all her teasing had done to him; the fox looked like he was ready to burst at the slightest touch to his shaft.
 
“Mmm, not bad…” Krystal murred as she put her staff to one side hugged him from behind, inhaling deeply from his neck as she whispered in his ear. “Where’re you from, star traveller?”
 
“Corneria,” Fox replied, his fur standing on end at her touch.
 
“Haven’t had Cornerian in a while~” Krystal whispered, each syllable echoing through Fox’s mind as she ran her tongue over the edge of his ear. “Mmm, they usually get eaten the second they land on Sauria, good thing I caught you before one of the dinosaurs did.”
 
“Hhha…” Fox panted, his eyes closing in bliss as he felt the tongue running over his ear. Krystal smiled as she repeated the act a few more times, each time allowing a slightly broader stroke of her tongue until eventually she ran it over the back of his head, tasting over the white fluff on top of it.
 
“I like you, Fox~” she continued, pulling him backwards until he rested with his head on her breasts and one arm on each of her thighs. “But it’s so hard to keep my jaws off of you when you’re so delicious… and I’m… so…” she leaned in, whispering the last word into his ear. [i]“...hungry~”[/i]
 
As she peered into his mind she could see him committing the moment to memory; the warmth of her body as he rested against her, the softness of her breasts under his head. She allowed him all the time he needed, she even gave him variations to think back on; running her tongue over her lips and opening her jaws in front of her face and splaying it out on his forehead, saliva dripping down it and splattering on his face. [i]’I can’t believe she’s doing this with me…’[/i] Fox thought as he stared up at her, [i]’she was probably bluffing about being able to eat me, but this is still amazing… God, I love you so much, Krystal.’[/i]
 
“Which end to start with?” Krystal mused out loud, her hand reaching down and curling around his length. “Headfirst… feet first… tail first..?” she thought out loud, listening to Fox pant and moan as she stroked his member. “...I suppose I’d better choose wisely, who knows when I’m going to find someone as tasty as you again?”
 
Fox’s mind began to buzz with the question; it seemed he wasn’t sure either. If he went headfirst he’d be able to get his tail slurped, a sensation he had been fantasizing about for a while. If he went feet-first he’d be able to watch Krystal slowly moving up his body, her sultry eyes as she devoured him… but ultimately it seemed he enjoyed the powerlessness of the situation; he wanted her to be the one to decide how it would play out.
 
...Although if he had to choose…
 
“Headfirst it is,” Krystal chuckled as she used her free hand to playfully pet behind Fox’s ear, leaving him squirming against her. The telepath was quickly learning there were reasons to read her friend’s mind outside of invading his privacy. The desires he’d never be able to say out loud were laid bare to her, and she could indulge him without either of them having to break character even once. “Of course, you should know that stomachs are a lot darker than you might imagine… wouldn’t want you to go through such a unique experience without being able to see anything, would we?”
 
Fox meekly shook his head, remaining still and quiet as he blushed up at her. Krystal let out a chuckle of amusement, continuing to pet fox’s ears as she picked up his headset from the bedside table and slipped it over his head. Her finger tapped a button on its side, and the scouter lit up with the light of its inbuilt flashlight. “There, that should give you plenty of light to see what’s going on.”
 
“Th-thanks…” Fox mumbled as the vixen rolled him over with her hands, leaving him laying against her on his front. His member had managed to slip past her loincloth during the roll, its flesh rubbing against the vixen’s folds as he stared into her eyes. [i]’She’s probably just going to let me look in her maw and roleplay the rest…’[/i] Krystal heard him think, [i]’probably the closest I’ll ever get to her throat.’[/i]
 
[I]’Grrrrwwrbble’[/i] Fox felt Krystal’s stomach rumble beneath him, causing them both to break character for a moment and blush at the sound. “Sorry,” she smiled sheepishly. “Haven’t eaten at all today.”
 
“It’s okay. You can get something to eat before we keep going if you want,” Fox offered, one hand gingerly rubbing along the side of the vixen’s midsection to coax another groan from it. “Not that I mind the stomach noises.”
 
“I don’t think you really want to share a stomach with a chewed up candy bar, Fox,” Krystal replied, her hand cupping his chin as she stared into his eyes, slowly bringing him back into the scene. As he gazed into them he noticed the slightest glimmer; at first he would have mistaken it for the light from his visor reflecting off her pupil… but the glow seemed to be coming from behind them. As it grew brighter he began to recognise the glow… Krazoa Spirit magic.
 
[i]’No way…’[/i] Fox’s eyes widened in revelation.
 
“I wasn’t lying, Fox…” Krystal reminded him, a dominant little smile on her muzzle as her banded tail wrapped around his side and stroked along his back. Her stomach growled again, louder and more possessive as the white markings on her body began to glow with newfound energy. As she opened her jaws it stretched wider than Fox ever thought possible, his flashlight revealing every drool-slicked fleshy surface of her jaws, her perfect white teeth… the tight gap of her throat slowly loosening.
 
[i]’Holy shit…’[/i] Fox thought, frozen in place as he stared at a scene he could previously only dream of. He finally broke out of his daze long enough to lift his hand and slip it into her muzzle, feeling the warmth and wetness of her tongue. His shaft stiffened against her, its tip dripping pre over the underside of her loincloth as he slipped it in up to his wrist. A small part of him was finally inside of her, the predator of his dreams could finally taste him.
 
“Mmmmh~” Krystal drooled, taking note of his thoughts and using them against him. Her eyes lidded seductively as she ran her tongue between his fingers, watching as he squirmed against her body and his tail wagged in a blur behind him. Strangely the longer his taste lingered on her tongue the more appealing it became, she wasn’t sure if she was getting into character or whether the spell had an unintended side effect… all she knew was that she wanted more.
 
She opened her jaws wider, allowing Fox to slide his other hand in alongside his first .He enthusiastically co-operated, massaging her tongue with both hands. The vixen took her chance and gulped loudly, dragging them both into her throat as the star pilot let out a yell of surprise. “W-woah…” he gasped as he felt the tight confines of the throat clenching his wrists, only for a second gulp to drag him forward towards the vixen’s throat. “Kr-Krystal!”
 
Krystal took a quick glimpse into his mind to make sure she hadn’t frightened him, and what she found filled her with delight. Swirling thoughts of confusion and arousal, was he dreaming? How far was she going to take this before she spat him back out? ...the vixen answered both questions with a powerful gulp, dragging Fox’s face into her jaws as she closed her mouth around his head, allowing the light of his visor to give him a perfect view of his fantasy come true.
 
She took her next gulp without thinking, pulling Fox’s head into her throat as his chest entered her jaws. Something instinctual was starting to take over, like the Krazoa spirits were guiding every muscle in her throat. She began to drool insatiably, her viscous saliva coating Fox’s fur and making him all the easier to swallow. With another gulp his chest passed the threshold of her throat, reducing it to a bulge in her neck as his dripping cock drew ever closer to her hungry maw.
 
The vixen couldn’t help but moan in pleasure as Fox’s hands finally pushed through the stomach sphincter and graced the walls of her stomach. As she gazed into Fox’s thoughts she got another flash of inspiration, causing her to grin at his ingenuity as she shuffled herself up into a sitting position with her back resting on against the wall. She used her hands to spread his legs, allowing his cock to dangle until it rested against her chest. Once it was in place she moved her hands to her breasts, groping them and moaning as she squeezed them together, hotdogging the vulpine’s shaft between them. “Mmhhh~” she drooled, rubbing her soft-furred tits against his aching shaft.
 
[i]’Mmmh, o-okay… she’s definitely reading my mind…’[/i] Fox thought to himself, his muffled moans rumbling through Krystal’s body as she continued to give him the titjob. He began to thrust forward, bucking his hips against the silky white fur of her breasts as his tail swished through the air in front of her face. [i]’This has got to be as far as I’m going though, right? Mmmh, I bet this is what she was planning from the start… better enjoy it while it lasts.’[/i]
 
Her stomach let out a loud [i]‘Grrrrgggle!’[/i] around him, and Krystal moved her hand to grope the bulge of his face as it emerged in her belly. It was a silent promise, but the message was clear: she wasn’t spitting him back up. The vixen tilted her head back and dragged the Fox’s aching wet cock from between her breasts, making her point even clearer by taking a hefty gulp to drag his hips into her maw, her teeth digging into his ass as her tongue greeted his shaft by curling around it. The sensation was enough to send Fox over the edge, causing his legs to kick as he moaned, his load spilling out over her tongue one relieving throb at a time.
 
[i]’Sh-shit, sorry! Meant to do that after you ate me.’[/i] Fox quickly thought, his hands apologetically rubbing the slimy stomach walls around him. [i]’We don’t have to keep going if you don’t want to, I know you don’t usually like swallowing--’[/i]
 
[i]‘Gl--Glllrk!’[/i] Krystal swallowed hard, draining the remnants of Fox’s orgasm from her maw and leaving it trailing down his body in her throat. It seemed she didn’t mind swallowing his load so much when she was sending him along with it. Another gulp dragged his rear past the threshold of her throat, leaving only his legs and tail to deal with. If there was any doubt she’d follow through, it was all but gone in Fox’s mind… he knew she’d finish the job, that he’d finally have the full experience of being inside her stomach.
 
She tilted her head all the way back, allowing gravity to do most of the work as Fox’s legs slowly disappeared into her jaws, and her stomach spilled out over her lap, filling with his form. Her hands ran over the bulges he made, rubbing them into a curled up ball as his thighs slipped down her neck, followed swiftly by his knees. As his feet finally entered her mouth she snapped her jaws down suddenly, biting just below the tip of Fox’s tail just as she had seen herself do in so many of his fantasies. He let out a yelp of pain, followed by a groan of satisfaction. [i]’Thanks, you really didn’t have to…’[/i]
 
[i]’I know,’[/i] Krystal thought back, slurping in the final few inches of Fox’s tail before tilting her head back and gulping it down. It moved down her throat a lot faster now that most of her prey was inside it, and finally the passage of her throat was cleared… the full weight of her lover rested in her bulging belly. “Oh Fox…” she finally breathed out, her hands massaging her gut. “Ughh… I’m so full… I’ve never been this--- Uuuraaaaaaaaahhhp!”
 
The vixen blushed, her hands quickly covering her muzzle as the vulgar sound escaped her jaws. She opened her mouth to speak again, only for another long “Oourrrrraaaaaaahpp..!” to explode from her the moment she did so. It seemed to have helped though; the indigestive strain on her gut seemed to relax as she belched, allowing her to flop back against the headboard of the bed and catch her breath. “Hff… excuse me.”
 
“No excuses needed, I was really hoping you’d do that,” Fox’s muffled voice replied as his deft hands rubbed over the walls around him to sooth her groaning gut. “I still can’t believe you did that for me… that I’m in here… that I’m going to--”
 
[i]‘Grrrrrrrnnn...’[/i] Krystal felt him shudder at the sound, his bulge shifting as he repositioned himself. She didn’t need to look into his mind to tell what he was doing in there. She rubbed over the bulges of his form, smushing the fleshy walls against the galactic hero as she breathed out a blissful sigh. “Mmmh, thanks for dinner, Fox,” She said, a smile crossing her muzzle. “Delicious as always~”
 
“H-heh… you saw that, huh? I guess that explains why you were staring at me in the hanger this morning,” Fox panted, continuing to rock Krystal’s stomach with each movement he made. “Hff, y-you really didn’t have to do all this for me, you know.”
 
“It wasn’t just for you, Fox. I had as much to gain from this as you did,” Krystal reminded him as she finally found the bulge of his head thanks to the light of his scouter glowing from under her fur. “I wanted to know what it was like too; to swallow someone whole and hold them inside me…”
 
“So…” Fox shuffled up against one of the stomach walls, causing it to groan in his ears as the stomach fluids sloshed over his fur. “How was it?”
 
“A little more exhausting than I expected, but well worth it. I’ve never felt so full in my life,” Krystal replied, panting as she felt her loins tingle with each squirm her prey made. “I’d like to keep going, but since you’re the one being digested I’d rather you had the final say on that.”
 
“Mmmh, I’m ready to go all the way, Krystal…” Fox huffed, his form bouncing inside Krystal as he stretched out as much as he could. The stomach pushed back, forcing him back into a ball as it gurgled and churned against him. “R-really hope that spell works, I want to do this again.”
 
“It will, and you will.” Krystal reassured him with a soothing rub. “I’ll start the process now then, your spirit is going to be bound to me for a while. Once I’ve rested and regained my energy I should be able to cast the spell to bring you back.”
 
“How long do you think that’s going to be?” Fox asked, his head spinning from the fumes as the stomach walls rubbed over his body.
 
“Not too long I imagine… having a nutritious meal helps~” Krystal murred, giving Fox one last tease to send him on his way. The vixen closed her eyes and focused on her prey, her fingers digging into the fat of her stomach as the white markings on her fur began to glow once more. She could feel the light inside her lover; his spirit being pulled out of his body and into her own like a magnet. Finally it landed within her, held at her core, now safe from the digestive fluids that worked at his body.
 
“Mmmhh, Fox….” she panted, her eyes lidding in bliss at the warmth of his spirit. She felt something rising up her throat, leaving her gagging as she got on all fours on the bed. With a belch the star pilot’s drool-soaked headset dropped out of her jaws, its green scouter still glowing with light. “Hff, glad you remembered to send that back up. It’d have probably given me indigestion.” She mumbled to herself as she picked it up and turned it over in her hand, only to notice a small red light on the top left corner of the scouter.
 
“Wait…” the vixen blushed as she checked the buttons on the side of the headset. “...did I hit ‘record’ by mistake?”
 
At least he’d have something to watch when he reformed.
 
* * *
 
The events of last night felt like a dream as Krystal awoke, her tired eyes checking the alarm clock by the bed. A quick glimpse down at her midsection confirmed the truth: she had really eaten the captain of the Starfox crew, her closest friend, her lover. Now he was nothing but fat on her form… and a warm aura nestling in her tits.
 
“Good morning,” she murred, squeezing her breasts gently to awaken to stir the sleeping fox spirit. She felt a buzz run through her form as he woke, her chest bouncing gently as she sat up on the bed. “See? The spell worked, though given you spent so much of your time on Sauria absorbing and releasing spirits I wonder why you ever doubted it.”
 
Her chest jiggled in response, causing her to chuckle as she continued to fondle her breasts. She could feel how much weight Fox had added to them, it was a marvel her old bra was still holding him in. “I should probably get into uniform before the others wake up,” she thought to herself as she got out of the bed, staggering a bit as she adjusted to her new doughy form. “Mmh… hope the bodysuit hides all this extra weight better than a skimpy loincloth does.”
 
The vixen unlocked Fox’s door and slipped back into her room without encountering anyone, glad that Fox had set his alarm so early. As soon as she closed her door behind her she tugged her loincloth downward, only to find it getting stuck on her newly fattened hips. “Oh, for goodness sake,” she whispered, grunting as she tugged it again. She could feel the cord stretching to its limit as it reached the peak of her curves, leaving her legs locked together.
 
The warmth of Fox’s spirit glided down her front; moving through her core and into her hips. They both tightened at once, squeezed inwards as though they were holding their breath and allowing her loincloth to finally drop to her ankles. “O-oh… I didn’t realise you could do that,” Krystal blinked in surprise as she bent over and picked up her loincloth. Fox’s spirit moved again, rolling itself around to her rear as she bent over and causing it to bounce and jiggle.
 
“F-fox!” the vixen giggled, her tail swishing through the air as she groped her rear, her fingers digging into its newly formed fat. As she glanced over her shoulder she found herself looking in a mirror; bent over to reveal the thick new butt, her tail curled over her shoulder to leave it on full display. Her blush slowly shifted into a little grin, “I must admit, I do like this new look you’ve given me… I can see why you’d want to be back there.”
 
[i]’It’ll look even better in a bodysuit,’[/i] A thought ran through Krystal’s mind, though she couldn’t be sure whether it was Fox’s or her own. In either case it wasn’t long before the vixen unhooked her golden bra and pulled the latex bodysuit from her wardrobe. The two worked in tandem, with Fox holding her fat in place whenever she got stuck trying to pull the body suit over her curvaceous hips or hefty breasts. Finally she pulled the zip up from the crotch of the suit all the way to her chest. It felt so much tighter than usual, but from the way Fox buzzed within her she could tell he was enjoying it.
 
“While I appreciate your help getting dressed, there’s still the matter of getting you back in your own body,” Krystal reminded him, and perhaps herself as well given how distracting her reflection was. She couldn’t believe how different her body looked just from eating Fox; wide fattened up hips, a chest that hung out ahead of her, and a fair amount of pudge still hanging on her belly... and that wasn’t even getting into the pillowy butt, its size leaving her tail ever so-slightly raised as it rested on it.
 
“Hff, okay… let’s get you back out here,” Krystal muttered as she reached back and groped her cheeks, focusing on Fox’s spirit. Her markings began to glow under her fur, but before she could finish the spell she felt the buzz of the spirit course through her body, finally arriving in her tits and causing them to bounce. “Wh- Fox!” she huffed, her hands moving up to her breasts. “You have to stay still, I need to concentrate!”
 
The spirit continued to move back and forth, evading the vixen’s hands by moving between her breasts and ass, sometimes even running all the way up to the tip of her tail before surging its way back down to the base of her spine. Krystal could feel her body heat rising under her suit, her cheeks burning as her curves wobbled with each move that Fox made within her. Finally she came up with a plan, groping her chest with one hand and her ass with the other. “Ha, nowhere to ruu--OAoHhh!”
 
Krystal stumbled as the spirit slipped between her legs; the buzzing, tingling energy running over her inner walls. “Hhff, O-oh, you fiend…” she panted, her hand pushing at her sex through her bodysuit. There was no way to remove it without coordinating with the spirit possessing her fat, after all. Her knees weak she leaned against the wall, one hand stroking against her crotch while the other continued to grope at her breasts. Perhaps this is what Fox wanted, to show her the extent of what he could do in that state… or perhaps he just wanted to pay her back for the orgasm last night.
 
Fox continued to explore her depths; massaging, stroking, tingling. It was a sensation unlike anything she had ever felt before. It didn’t seem like he planned to move from that spot, she could cast the spell and finally return him to his own form… if she had the will to do it anyway. “Mmmhh, Fffooox~” she moaned, pressing against the crotch of her latex suit as she finally slid down the wall, her landing cushioned by her newly padded backside.
 
Her excitement was infectious, Fox began to move faster inside her, occasionally slipping back into her rear or up to her breasts to squeeze them. It wasn’t long before he had Krystal panting rapidly, her tongue lolling out of her muzzle as her ears folded and her eyes lidding in bliss. Her banded tail thumped against the floor beside her as Fox circled her clit, his ethereal form running over it again and again.
 
Krystal could feel herself getting close to her climax, her fingers tugged desperately at the zipper but finding it was still stuck in place. She continued to push harder at her crotch, whimpering in bliss as she bit her lip. For a moment she could have sworn she heard Fox panting and moaning in her mind.
 
Then it came; pure orgasmic bliss spreading through her loins and escaping into the crotch of her suit. Krystal let out a long moan, one hand at her crotch while the other ran its fingers through her hair. The pleasure was deeper than any climax she had ever known, feeling her lover’s spirit moving through her in ways she never thought possible… it was a moment she’d commit to memory, and she knew that Fox would too.
 
She collapsed back against the wall; her head spinning with post-orgasm euphoria, the crotch of her suit ruined. She could still feel the spirit in her crotch, massaging her gently to relax her as her juices soaked into the latex. Krystal let out a sigh of satisfaction and wiped the sweat off her brow with her forearm before returning both hands to her crotch and focusing the spell. Fox finally remained still long enough for it to take hold.
 
Her hands filled with the light blue aura of Fox’s spirit, dragged from her body and back into the outside world. Her eyes glowed with the energy of the Krazoa magic, and finally as she spread her hands apart the spirit began to take Fox’s form. In a blinding flash of light he dropped back into existence, landing on his ass with a grunt.
 
“Are you alright?” Krystal gasped as she shakily got to her feet.
 
“I think so… definitely in one piece,” Fox replied as he patted himself down and glanced over his shoulder at his tail. “That Krazoa magic is some powerful stuff, good to know it works though.”
 
“If only there were a spell that would work off all this fat,” Krystal chuckled, her arms resting under her breasts as she stepped over to him.
 
“Well, no rush, right?” Fox blushed as he rested his back against the base of her bed, his eyes trailing up her form. Krystal’s ears perked, and a devious smile crossed her muzzle as she took another step towards him. “What’s so funny?”
 
“Nothing really,” Krystal replied, her hand resting on her hip as she turned her back on Fox. She slid her hands down to her knees, maintaining her balance by lifting up her tail as she bent over, the latex creaking under the weight of her ass as it pushed out towards Fox’s face. “I just had the strangest mental image of me sitting on your face.”
 
“Heh…” Fox blushed, his head still spinning from his recent reincarnation, and his shaft sliding out his sheath as he looked up at the latex-clad rear before him. He slowly shuffled himself back against the bed, getting comfortable on the ground as the seat of Krystal’s bodysuit finally met his face.
 
“...You read my mind.”
 
[i]Fwump![/i]
 
The End.