Fox sighed as he collapsed onto the couch. For the entire day, he and Krystal had been setting up decorations in his apartment for a holiday that was already two months past expiration. Being mercenaries who deployed to every corner of the Lylat System, it was more common to blow past a holiday and never even know than it was to actually celebrate it. Yet there was a magic to this holiday that had enchanted the vixen, and even though a more couple’s-based holiday was nearing, she had her heart set on the former.

It had been so long since Fox had last celebrated Christmas that all of his decorations were deep in storage and had acquired a level of dust that subjected him and his vixen to sneezing fits. Nevertheless, Krystal never relented and before long, his apartment could put any one of those Santa’s Village at the malls to shame. It was not how Fox imagined spending his week of shore leave, but the way Krystal’s eyes sparkled while gazing at the lights on strings, how her tail flicked to the rhythm of Christmas songs, and how she seemed even more so affectionate than usual that made it all worth it.

Taking a sip of his cup of hot coco, Fox looked around the apartment and felt a growing sense of holiday cheer at what he and Krystal had accomplished. Sure, the presents at the foot of the many fake trees were for show, but something about it all gave him a warm feeling that he often felt in his childhood. The fire behind him was warm and filled the room with a comforting glow that made his eyes droop. All he needed now was his girl snuggled up against him and everything would be-

*Swish*

A light breeze that carried the scent of cinnamon and eggnog splashed across the man’s side. The only thing it could be was his darling girlfriend, but last he checked she was upstairs putting up more decorations. As he turned to towards her, his mind began to lose signal with the rest of his body.

Standing there at the small bar in the living room annex was Krystal, but no longer was she wearing her casual clothes from before. Now she wore something Fox had never seen her in before, something far more salacious than perhaps even her birthday suit. His eyes started at the bottom, tracing longingly up her perfect calves to her milky thighs where her thigh-high red latex boots ended. Her ass was on full display with only a string of fabric covering her indecency. The way her hips, ass, and tail moved so hypnotically to the Christmas music created utter chaos within the tod’s mind. Somehow, he managed to pry his eyes away long enough up to see Krystal wearing a Santa hat just before she turned around with the biggest smile he’d ever seen her wear.

It didn’t take a telepath to see the effect she was having on the poor fox and her joyous smile soon turned to vixenly guile. Placing one hand on her hip and raising another to cast mistletoe over her, Krystal rocked her hips at Fox as if to say, “What are you going to do now, Fox?”

At first, Krystal expected she would have to pour some ice water on the man to restart his brain as all he did was stare at her like a deer caught in the headlights, his eye and muzzle twitching in that oh so adorable way. Yet that was not the case this time. Perhaps she had overdone it this time or maybe Foxy was finally starting to grow bolder? Whatever the case, Krystal was not expecting the man to leap up from the couch, discard his pants and underwear, and have her bent over and bracing herself against the bar. His hands tightened around her hips and his manhood found her drenching wet from the brash nature of his attack. With only the curtesy of moving the crotch of her leotard aside, Fox plunged into her.

Krystal let out a cry that the neighbors could hear across the street. Her legs began quaking as Fox relentlessly drilled into her. She struggled to stay standing and were it not for his hands clasped tightly around her hips, it was likely she would have collapsed under such a strain. What little remaining chivalry Fox had allowed her the time to gain just the smallest foothold before he gave her his all.

The poor vixen was moaning like a shameless whore, gone was her Cerinian pride, replaced instead with the overwhelming desire to be fucked by her stud. Fox barked triumphantly and before Krystal knew it, he had tossed her around to the couch and mounted her like a stallion does his mare. Over and over his hips collided with hers, his arms wrapped around her waist in a commanding hold but loving embrace. The only dignity Krystal managed to salvage was being able to hold herself up to receive Fox’s love. Though her arms started to burn and shake holding both of their bodies aloft, she could at least feel proud-

She could never have seen it coming, but a mischievous grin had spread across Fox’s face before he reared back nearly withdrawing his entire length from her depths. Without warning, he plunged back inside of her, every last inch cramming inside of her making the vixen squeal with pain and delight. Her hand reached out as if to take hold of something as she fell, her breasts squishing against the armrest of the couch and her trembling body finally finding a reprieve. While Krystal panted, she felt something warm rest on her shoulder and began to nuzzle her lovingly.

The rest of the night was a blur to her. The shameless slut returned and Fox had his way with her in every possible way. She wore his cock upon her face while lapping lovingly at the loins that had filled her pussy with enough seed to sew an entire new line. She pleasured herself as she worked, so grateful and content to be under the cock of the man she loved and courted. Before long, Fox had taken her ahold by the ears and used her eager mouth as wantonly as he had her womanhood.

“How’s about a picture, babe?”

Krystal’s mind was utterly blank. She didn’t even see the meager flash of the hovering camera forever commemorating her shame as she sat in Fox’s lap, pussy exposed and overflowing with his love. Fox didn’t even have to tell her to smile, as the silliest, cross-eyed grin had been plastered on her face for hours now.

“Merry Christmast and Happy Valentine’s Day, Krystal,” said Fox, already hardening once more at the thought of how she would react upon seeing herself in such a compromised and shameless state.