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Sky-Kaiser here with an AU Fanfiction for Star Fox!

OK. So this is an idea I had a little while ago. After beating Star Fox: Command numerous times, I decided to write what there seems to be a lack of: continuations of the “Star Wolf Rises” ending of Star Fox: Command, where Star Wolf saves the galaxy from the Anglars and Krystal becomes Kursed. But it isn’t a Fox/Krystal get-back-together. This is actually a Fox McCloud/Katt Monroe fanfiction following approximately nine months after Star Wolf’s redemption and rise to fame.

Now, before you get any ideas, this isn’t necessarily a Krystal-bashing fic. It’s simply a scenario I made up which comes from Fox’s own point-of-view – and Katt’s at some points – as they find a new love interest in each other, though I still might end the story with Krystal suffering a punishment of some kind (Don’t worry, I’m not so cruel as to kill her off; I’ll most likely just get her ended up in jail.). There might be a paltry sum of bashing here and there but I won’t make it anything major. I still ship Fox/Krystal – and, by extent, Falco/Katt – as much as I do Ash/Dawn, Sonic/Amy, and Shepard/Miranda, but I believe this is a good idea, and thought that Fox still deserved a happy ending no matter what the possibility.

Also, in this universe, there’s no such thing as Neo Pigma (Pigma’s cube form in Star Fox: Command). Pigma Dengar was killed permanently when he was destroyed by Fox as Aparoid Pigma in Assault. Andrew Oikonny is still alive after Lucy Hare beat him and his Death Crab on Fichina, but his whereabouts are unknown… at least for now… Dash Bowman is steward of Venom, like he is in the “Fox and Krystal” ending (which is the ending I consider canon).

Just… felt like those details needed to get out there. Alright. So… hope you enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Star Fox, its characters, or any of its associated storylines.

PARENTAL NOTICE: This fanfiction is a lemon, meaning it contains depictions of sex in some of these chapters. Do not read if you are under 18 or are uncomfortable reading about sex.

Chapter 1: Try To Forget

Several months had passed since the battle against the Anglars, a race of bio-monsters created from the toxic environment – and the remnants of a former empire – on the desolate and lifeless planet of Venom in the Lylat System. Their monarch, the Anglar Emperor, had been defeated, and with his death, the Anglars were rendered extinct. But this loathsome race of callous beings had been defeated by some surprising heroes…

Wolf O’Donnell, leader of the originally dreaded Star Wolf Mercenary Team, and his colleagues, Leon Powalski and Panther Caroso, had saved the galaxy from certain annihilation, and were recognized for destroying the rising empire of mutants. Their ability to do this, however, was thanks to Krystal, a former member of Star Wolf’s arch-rival, the Star Fox team. Out of animosity for the latter team’s leader – who was also her ex-boyfriend – Fox McCloud, Krystal abandoned and betrayed Star Fox, going with Wolf to kill off the Anglars and choosing Panther as her new love.

Krystal did not regret her actions, either. In fact, she took an unhealthy amount of pride in her cynicism and ruthlessness; she had undergone quite the horrifying transformation in personality since her resignation from Star Fox. But her actions soon came back to bite her: while the galactic community began to accept and even love Star Wolf for saving them from the Anglars, they had a different attitude towards Krystal. They thought she was wrong to abandon Star Fox the way she did, and she should’ve done something different. Eventually, the opinion of the public began to morph from somewhat dislike to full-blown bashing. They began to spurn her for deserting the ones she had originally served with, and hurled extra projectiles of hate at her for simply leaving Fox behind. This additional bit of detest came especially from when Fox had attempted to amend their broken relationship… an offer Krystal unfeelingly cast back in his face. The citizens of Lylat even went ahead to call her a traitor for her despicable deed. It eventually became too much for her to bear. Unable to deal with the ridicule anymore, she decided to disappear, literally vanishing right off the grid.

Since then, there was no sign of Krystal. It was like she had simply evaporated, never to be seen again.

Most people in Lylat were happy when she left. They believed that she should get lost and never come back to their galaxy again.

There were still some people who cared for her, but they simply pitied her. What she had become.

And then there was Fox.

Fox was sitting in the hangar bay of the Cornerian Military Base, where he had fought to defend Corneria years ago from a catastrophic attack orchestrated by the armies of the Venomian Empire, ruled by the one who had killed Fox’s parents: the mad scientist Andross Bowman. The trademark Starfighters of Fox’s team, the Arwings, were parked in their docking places.

Fox was sadly gazing at a holographic photo of him and Krystal together, a picture saved on his holo-phone. The picture was of them at the beach, doing a little selfie with each other. He still recalled that happy time…

Fox and Krystal had gotten together after the Aparoid Invasion, the war against a hive-mind race of mechanical parasites. The problem materialized when Fox decided to kick Krystal off the team; after a rough mission on Katina, which had resulted in the deaths of several innocent civilians, he made the decision to forcibly quit her off. He did it out of a fit of overprotectiveness, however: a defendable action. His mother was killed by a car bomb meant for his father (a trap laid by Andross, who hated James with a passion), and his father was slain by Andross personally. He’d also nearly lost General Pepper during the Aparoid Invasion when he was nearly completely integrated into the Aparoid’s collective via his own infected flagship. More so, during the attack on the Aparoid Homeworld, his father-figure, Peppy Hare, also had a close brush with death when the team’s flagship, the Great Fox, was destroyed (it was eventually rebuilt). Even the full Aparoidedation and subsequent death of Pigma Dengar, the selfish swine who betrayed his father to Andross, had affected him: a testament to what might have happened if one of his friends was in Pigma’s place. All these events were enough to reinforce Fox’s worrying instincts. He wouldn’t allow Krystal to befall something similar, so he acted out of concern for his girlfriend’s safety. But he hadn’t taken Krystal’s own feelings into account; she took it personally and ran off, later resurfacing during the Anglar Blitz, when she revealed she was a member of Star Wolf. Fox attempted to convince her to forgive him for his tactlessness, but Krystal ultimately refused, bidding Fox a harsh and insulting goodbye as she joined Wolf, Leon and Panther to conquer the Anglars. As if to rub salt into the open wound, she also hijacked the recently rebuilt Great Fox, and stole it to help Leon and Panther obtain a long-term ride to Venom, where they used a special device to neutralize Venom’s acidic seas and get to the Anglars. The worst part, though? She chose Panther as her new boyfriend! Panther! The narcissist wildcat who she’d originally rejected before! And she’d suddenly decided to hook up with him not very long after the Anglars appeared… what the heck had happened? Fox had no clue.

Fox didn’t know what to think, therefore. His mind was a total jumble on what he now thought about the one who got away.

An angry, unforgiving part of him wanted to tear her open, hang her by her intestines and drag her mutilated corpse throughout Corneria City. A terrifying and out-of-character thought from the hero of the Lylat Wars and the Aparoid Invasion, but there wasn’t much room for Krystal’s defense. He’d been looking out for her well-being and she went and pulled a thuggish stunt like that in return. To everyone else, her actions were unforgivable. Despicable. Any derogatory term that could describe such a hateful person. Centuries from now, they’d probably characterize her as a monster in a cautionary tale teaching of the morals of love and trust: the two things the hateful Cerinian had emotionlessly neglected, simply because of her hatred-blinded state of mind. Even Fox felt like he should join the veritable multitude of “I Hate Krystal” fans.

But another, kinder piece of his soul still loved her…

Fox was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t hear the sound of angry stomping until it was right next to him. He looked up to see Katt Monroe, a friend of his through his long-time partner in business, Falco Lombardi. She had recently joined Star Fox herself to fill in Krystal’s position. Many reasons indicated why: most particularly a crush on Falco she had had for a very long time. But she didn’t seem too happy at the moment. Her brow was crinkled by a frown, and her narrowed blue eyes and flaring nostrils (tiny though they were on her little black nose) as well as clenched fists, indicated she was extremely steamed. Her magenta-tinted fur and her erratically twitching tail, which swayed around like an agitated snake, seemed to add to her tranquil fury.

“Katt? You OK?” he asked, but he could already tell what was wrong.

She abruptly screamed this out: “FALCO IS THE BIGGEST IDIOT EVER!”

Fox jumped in surprise, but he quickly regained his composure.

“Called it,” Fox thought to himself. It was common knowledge despite Katt’s admiration and want for Falco, he didn’t share such thoughts about her. In fact, he could be downright mean to her sometimes. Fox was guessing he snubbed her off again.

“I am sick of that bird-brained jerk treating me like crap when I try to show him I want something more!” Katt rambled on. “I try to be my kindest, and what do I get?” She then made the most mocking impersonation of Falco’s voice she could pull off: “‘Katt? What are you doing here?’ ‘Katt?! Not you again!’ ‘Katt?!? Can’t you go bother someone else?!’ He’s such a dick! I’m officially finished with that son of a bitch!”

Fox shrugged. “Well, Falco was never really known for his kindness,” he stated mildly. “But I think you deserve better than that.”

Katt did not respond at first. She was huffing and puffing, taking deep breaths to calm her agitation. The tip of her tail flicked up and down in irked manner, and her ears, which were naturally curved like devil horns, were cocked backwards as well, an extra sign of her disturbed state of mind. She then turned to Fox, raising one of her eyebrows higher than the other.

“And this is coming from the guy whose ex backstabbed our team?” she asked sardonically, her blue eyes raking over Fox’s picture. “Maybe you deserved better, too.”

Fox deactivated his holo-phone, pocketing it, and sighed, his world still full of melancholy and hurt.

“What did I do wrong?” Fox asked himself. “Was I too concerned? Did I take her for granted? What went bad? Was it worth losing the first good thing I’ve had in a long time?”

“Hey. Tiger…” said Katt calmly, her anger now replacing itself with sympathy for her friend. She knew that Fox’s current train of thought wouldn’t help him in the future. Especially when he needed that unerring focus the most during his work as the Lylat System’s most recognized mercenary. That, and she didn’t like seeing her friends upset.

“It wasn’t your fault Krystal came out a bad egg,” Katt explained. “You were just looking out for her the only way you knew how. She took it the wrong way. She let her lack of perception get the better of her. And she decided to make bad decisions. She didn’t just leave you, Fox. She turned her back on all of us. She can just drop dead and go straight to hell for all I care.”

Fox wasn’t surprised at this callous statement from Katt. In fact, a lot of the people Fox had run into lately – Falco in particular – had had something nasty to say about the Cerinian vixen who they thought was her friend, especially since her disappearance. In fact, nobody seemed to want to show any remorse for her. Krystal was – most likely – by now the most hated woman in Lylat: the exact opposite of the pure-hearted beauty in a skimpy tribal uniform they met on Sauria. She was most likely a pirate now, going under some fake identity to hide herself from the public, or simply staying away from everyone, no longer wanting to show her face to the universe who hated her. It was quite hard to imagine Krystal like this, but there it was. The possibilities as to what happened to her were endless. Some were disturbing, too.

None of them were very happy.

As Fox was thinking these things over, the sound of an Arwing activating its G-Diffuser Engine sounded off in the bay; it was another one of Fox’s partners in the team, Slippy Toad. He was already powering up the systems and preparing to fly. Fox and Katt rushed over to see what Slippy was up to.

“Slip? Where you goin’?” called out Fox over the roar of the Arwing’s engine.

“I’m taking a trip to Aquas,” Slippy replied, his slightly high-pitched voice sounding over the noise of his fighter’s engine. “I want to see my fiancée, Amanda.” The toad sighed as he threw his hands behind his back, thinking about the woman he had met not long before the Anglar Blitz began. “Boy, you were right, Fox. It sure is nice to have someone to love.”

Slippy then readied the Arwing’s All-Range Mode before taking off in the sunset sky.

Fox groaned. He did remember bragging to his childhood friend about having a girlfriend, but now he was on the receiving end of this boast. He brought his hand to his muzzle. “Slippy is my best friend, and he always will be, but sometimes, I really want to punch him.”

Katt giggled in response. But she supposed she could feel his pain; she was tired of dealing with Falco’s constant patronizing.

As Fox removed his muzzle from his hand, he seemed to notice that a thoughtful look had crawled across Katt’s face. Her blue eyes were suddenly alight, and her lips were curled into the most devious grin ever.

“Hey, Fox.”

“Yeah?”

“Why don’t we go to a strip club and find you a new girl?” Katt’s face was riddled with mischief and excitement. “I think it’ll help you take your mind off of Krystal.”

Fox was dumbfounded. “A strip–?” He immediately took a dissuasive stance. “Katt, I appreciate the offer, but I don’t really…”

“No ‘buts!’” Katt rebuffed. “I know a really sexy place. I promise you won’t regret it.”

A comical argument followed, with Katt laying the pressure on how much Fox needed to unwind, while Fox insisted he was fine.

Eventually, Fox relented, not wishing to make Katt upset; she was trying to do him a favor, after all. They summarily decided to leave the base via Fox’s Arwing, and Katt’s personal starfighter, the Cat’s Paw.

Fox felt out of place.

Maybe that was the truth, but he was pretty sure he didn’t belong in here. Katt, with her personality and looks, fit like a glove, but Fox simply felt like he was a black sheep in a herd of white ones… or maybe it was the other way around, considering the environment…? The analogy was unimportant. What was important was that he was in the kind of place he had no knowledge on how to deal with it.

Flashing lights were all around, loud, exciting, energetic music was playing, and a few sexy women of various races were dancing the night away, shaking their bodies to the exhilarating rhythm. In fact, the dance floor was crowded; a mass of writhing, grinding bodies moving in rhythmic motion. Some girls were slender. Some were plump. Some were athletic and had some muscle. All of them were buxom, pretty in the face, and/or attractive in some way. Also, Fox smelled pheromones in the air of the club. Fox suspected they were to assist in arousing people watching the dancers, or to provide virility in bed… or both.

Katt appeared pleased with herself. “What do you think?” she asked enthusiastically, nudging Fox’s arm.

Fox turned to Katt. “It’s… something…” He still felt a bit overwhelmed by the extreme environment he had entered. Fox was no stranger to bars – he had hung out at plenty with his team – but those were relatively quiet compared to this noisy melting pot of strippers and horny spectators.

He quickly went back to where he attempted to protest. “Look, Katt, I really appreciate this, but I don’t need to get laid to feel better.”

Katt simply laughed. She found his unsureness and somewhat discomfort funny. “Don’t be a wet blanket, Fox!” she said with playful chastising. “Come on… let’s go get some drinks! I’m sure you’ll loosen up after that!”

Releasing he just had to go with the flow, Fox resignedly followed Katt to the parlor, who decided to buy them drinks.

“Listen, Fox,” said Katt as she handed him the drink. “Just have fun. That’s what we’re here for.” She gestured toward the crowd with her thumb. “There’s all sorts of available girls here. Count on getting lucky tonight. I’m hoping I will…”

And she strutted off to join the multitude of partiers, leaving Fox to his own devices.

Fox found an isolated table right next to the wall and sat down, deciding to take the time to sip his drink. The beverage was sweet and sour at the same time. A pleasant mixture. He decided to scan through the crowd, gazing around and catching glimpses of the most appealing residents. Strip clubs weren’t his thing, but he hoped to make the most of it. He saw a couple of girls he thought were hot. But there were complications with getting to them. Most of them were talking to men already, and Fox supposed they were boyfriends.

Then Fox saw one particular female walk into the club, and his eyes were soon drawn by her particular build. She was a curvy chipmunk girl about his height with auburn-tan fur. She had long, red hair and chocolate eyes filled with wanton desire. She was clad in a black one-piece resembling a bathing suit, which revealed a lot of pleasing curves on her figure, and she also wore a pair of thigh-high boots which almost went up to her rear end. Her cute little tuft of a tail stuck upwards, inviting people to stare. Fox couldn’t help but feel a twinge of carnal excitement, as he was suddenly fantasizing himself having his way with her. Maybe that was the alcohol and the vapors in the club, but that didn’t stop Fox from being turned on. He soon formed the courage to approach the new arrival.

Soon after introducing himself, Fox was soon chatting it up with Maya – that was the girl’s name – and having a rather flirtatious conversation. Fox was having a nice time talking to this woman, actually managing to forget Krystal entirely. He was even considering inviting Maya back to his place for a “good time…” but that might have been the drink talking.

Then he heard Katt’s voice across the club.

“Back off, creep. I’m not interested.”

It wasn’t a cry for help, but Fox’s keen ears detected the voice across the large, noisy room. Fox noticed Katt was surrounded by a few of the more intimidating men in the place. A formidable-looking Doberman carrying a machete on his back loomed over her. His henchmen – a rat, a crocodile, a female Chihuahua and an elephant – were cornering her, attempting to flirt with her.

“I said, get lost!” snapped Katt, looking as fierce as she could. “I’m not a prostitute, you stupid dog! Your bitch is right there!” she added, pointing toward the Chihuahua, which must mean she was his girlfriend.

The Doberman sneered. “You’ve got a mouth on you, don’t you, kitty-kitty…” he chuckled darkly. “I’m gonna have fun watching you use it.”

“And who said we needed one girl for a party?” asked the Chihuahua girl, as if making an obvious point.

The Doberman’s henchmen snickered as they advanced, backing her up against the wall. The males laughed dirtily while making attempts to touch her. Now Katt was a skilled fighter, true, but she was outnumbered here. She also didn’t think to bring her trusty heavy pistol… and the elephant looked dangerous on top of it all. Fox could see this all developing and began to get angry. No one messed with his friends like that.

He turned to Maya. “Excuse me. I need to help my friend…” he explained hastily. Maya politely allowed him to excuse herself and watched as Fox rushed to his friend’s defense. Several partiers blocked his way, but he managed to reach the offenders.

Upon arriving at the growing conflict, he tapped the elephant on the shoulder, who turned around in response.

“Whadda you want?” he grumbled.

“I think the lady asked to be left alone,” Fox said quietly.

The others, minus the Doberman, rounded on him.

“What? We’re just looking for a good time,” the elephant complained.

“I don’t think my friend’s interested. Let her go,” Fox insisted in argument.

The rat now marched over, pointing an accusing finger at Fox. “Listen, punk. You’d do well to back off before you wind up broken and bleeding on the floor.”

“Oh, I don’t think you know who you’re messing with, pipsqueak,” said Fox threateningly.

This irritated the rat to the point where he threw a punch. Almost casually, however, Fox caught the rat’s fist in his hand without any trouble.

“W-What the—?!” the rat gasped disbelievingly.

“Like I said… know who you’re dealing with. I just happen to be Fox McCloud.”

Before the rat could even cry out a terrified response, Fox twisted his body around and tugged him into the air, sending the rodent screaming into a nearby table, crashing upon impact. He fell limp to the ground, unconscious.

“What the hell?!” cried out the Doberman, spinning around at the abrupt “crash”, now noticing Fox.

“It’s Fox McCloud!” shouted the croc. “It’s the son of a bitch himself!”

With the Doberman distracted, Katt took the opportunity to jump over the dog’s head, landing a swift mid-air kick at the side of his neck. The Doberman staggered, dazed. As his goons whirled around to see if he was alright, Fox blindsided the croc with a swift blow to the side of his ribcage before following up with a clout to his gut and a powerful uppercut to the chin. The croc fell backwards to the ground, stiff as a board. Fox and Katt then avoided a 360 clothesline from the elephant, who was soon met with a kick to the back of the head from Katt. At the same time, Fox delivered a wind-relieving kick of his own to the elephant’s gut, causing him to fall forward. The Chihuahua girl drew a knife and sliced out at Katt, but the feline dodged and kicked her legs out from underneath her, making her land on her head; the impact of her head hitting the floor left her passed out.

By now, the whole club had gone quiet, frozen and focused on the all-out brawl. His cronies now lying on the floor and incapacitated, the Doberman was now officially pissed. “THAT’S IT! I’LL CUT YOU BOTH TO RIBBONS!” He now whipped out his machete and charged at Fox, swinging the blade in a deadly rightward arc. Fox managed to avoid serious injury by jumping backwards, but his jacket was cut open in the process. Fox also felt a small burning feel from where the machete made contact. Thankfully, it was just a scrape; the skin had barely even been punctured. But Fox knew the guy wanted more than that: he wanted blood. In response, Fox pulled out his reliable assault rifle. With one shot of plasma to the Doberman’s hand, he knocked the weapon out of reach, sending it skidding harmlessly across the floor. The Doberman shrieked in pain, clutching his scorched hand and screeching unintelligible curses at Fox. Fox, paying no heed, finished him off with a powerful headbutt, felling the thug.

A long pause engulfed the club as it stared at the victors of the fight. Even the music had stopped abruptly when the fight began. A few seconds passed before they went back to their usual thing.

Walking over to the bartender, a badger, Fox tossed a credit his way. The badger caught it, though surprised.

“Sorry about the pests,” Fox told him, sounding as honest as he could be.

Supposing that now he’d pretty much revealed his identity to the whole club – and caused quite a bit of unwanted commotion, too – Fox decided to leave. A shame, too. He couldn’t get Maya’s number now. But there was nothing he could do. All he knew what to do was simply walk out with Katt in tow. This was obviously the most sensible option. No sense in causing more stir.

Well, that happened.

So, I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. I quite enjoyed making it. I hope I did decent on the fight scene, because I seem to be better at lemons, to be honest. This was just the first part, but it will get really exciting next chappie. That's where it gets a bit more mature.

So what do you think? Rate and review in the meantime… I’ll see you next update.

Sky-Kaiser out.