Huffing through her nares, Krystal weathered the scorching heat of her cockpit, trying to focus on the task at hand and idly scan the dense jungle below her for threats. Her musk began to become a bit too potent for her liking, blending into the pungent odor of recycled air in her cockpit. With the tropical humidity bearing down on her metal coffin like an enemy fleet, the uncomfortable vixen fidgeted with the small zipper at the top of her form-fitting flight suit. Krystal wanted nothing more than to alleviate this unbearable feeling of suffocation, even if it meant sacrificing a small part of her dignity by making some minor adjustments to her attire.
Unable to resist, she absentmindedly unzipped the top of her flight suit as much as possible, revealing about half of her lightly-furred torso before stopping just shy of outright falling out of the tight garment. It was an exercise in futility. Even with this modicum of relief from the heat, the tropical planet's thin atmosphere was still wavering and rippling against the hull of her Arwing, causing the synthetic fabric of her flight suit to cling unpleasantly to her fur. Despite being built from high-strength carbon fiber, the Star Fox team's fighter aircraft was notoriously equipped with poor, ineffective air conditioning. The sweltering vixen cursed under her breath, thinking that such a basic necessity should be prioritized over all other modifications.
Looking up at her radar screen, Krystal picked out the glowing, blinking icon of her wingman, Fox McCloud, as he maneuvered a bit ahead of her. Though they had been called out here by reports passed on to their team of some kind of disturbance on the dinosaur planet, it had been nearly an hour since the two of them were launched over the jungle to investigate, and the blue-furred pilot was growing weary of watching the dense foliage whiz by beneath her. Eyeing the blip of her leader, the vixen smirked at the idea of getting caught with her cleavage hanging out of her uniform as she found herself again unable to resist the impulse to adjust her clothing. Slowly, savoring every millisecond, Krystal began to lower the zipper in her flight suit until it nearly reached the top of her mound. With each successive inch, the material over her breasts loosened, revealing a greater portion of the gentle swell of her heavy orbs and the soft, deep valley between them. The heat inside the cockpit was pushing her buttons, and the female fox wondered how far she would go to cool off.
Biting her lip, Krystal exhaled softly as she enjoyed the feeling of the small wash of air brushing over her exposed chest. Her nipples were already beginning to harden at the idea of doing something naughty, stiffening against the edges of where her flight suit parted. The temptation proved too much for the fox to bear, and she found herself squirming out of the sleeves of her outfit, allowing her breasts to escape the constrictive confines of her flight suit. She nearly gave a yelp as she felt the air on the full extent of her soft chest and slender stomach, providing an immediate relief from the oppressive heat. A sigh of satisfaction left her muzzle as Krystal slumped back in her seat, paws involuntarily creeping up to grope and explore the jutting globes of her bosom as they were finally able to breathe freely.
But the blue vixen's relief was short-lived. Despite freeing her upper half from its uncomfortable prison, a concoction of burgeoning emotions roiled in her stomach, burning fiercely at her insides to torch both her mind and body. The heat-addled fox couldn't believe what she was even contemplating, let alone how easily it was starting to come together in her mind. For the second time in a matter of minutes, she found herself unable to control herself as she absentmindedly took hold of where the top of her flight suit had pooled in her lap. Really, if someone hailed her on the comms right now, she wouldn't have time to redress before they saw her bare tits hanging out anyway. What's the difference between that and fully exposed? With an enthusiastic tug, she pushed down on the remainder of the suit and lifted her plush rump, sliding the tight fabric over her tail and ass to expose the white swirls tattooed into the fur of her hips.
With one last check of her radar to make sure Fox wasn't trying to surprise her with a sudden change in course, Krystal rolled the flight suit over her legs until it fell to the floor, revealing her bright pink slit to the muggy cockpit. Curling her toes and digging them into the cool metal deck below her, she squirmed slightly, feeling the cool cushion on the underside of her thighs and butt. There was no mistaking the deep scent of her arousal rising from between her furry legs, and the naked vixen looked at her reflection in the dark screen of her comms-link, admiring the swaying movement of her supple breasts as she panted softly, rolling her hips to massage her foxhood against the smooth surface of the Arwing's seat.
Lifting her tail to the side, Krystal slid her knees wide apart, grinding her perky rear forward and presenting herself to the camera lens, lifting her footpaws off the floor and planting them on the soft, leathery black of the pilot's seat. Just begging for the screen to flicker to life, revealing a lithe, naked vixen to her teammates, fully displaying her body and rosy pink pussy lips to the first person who might happen to call in. Her breathing was heavy now, coming in gasps as her thoughts strayed away from the planet below and instead drifted down a very naughty path.
"This is gonna get me in trouble," she whispered, reaching out with a paw and grasping the flight stick tightly between her fingers, feeling the rumble of the Arwing's engine vibrate in her grip as she stroked the round shaft of the maneuvering rod. Warmth and wetness emanated from her slit, overflowing onto her thighs and growing steadily slicker with her excitement. Groaning, the overheated vixen found her hips rising off the seat, pressing her smooth, soft vulva up against the control stick as if it were a cock. Her clit swelled up against the smooth, plastic surface and she stared through the glass canopy at the cloudless sky overhead, still alone in her debauchery as she thrust against the hard instrument.
Checking the fighter's auto-pilot just to be safe, Krystal flipped over in her seat, hiking her tail up behind her and pressing her nude buttocks into the window of the cockpit, wiggling her hips lustfully until she got comfortable, finding the perfect angle to mount herself onto the smooth surface of the stick. If she thought the view was bad when she was spread out and face-up, she could only imagine what someone might see on their monitor now if they caught her like this! Grabbing handfuls of her firm thighs, the blue fox sunk down slowly against the sleek shape of the control stick, letting out a contented growl as she found her pelvis resting perfectly on the small wedge leading to the joystick itself. Lowering her hands to grasp either side of the stick, she trapped her thighs between the edge of the panel and the walls of her cockpit, then flexed her heated channel open as far as it would allow. Thrusting back against the ship's controls, the oversexed Star Fox member started bucking against the firm rod as she ground her muff against it, frigging herself wildly, desperate for relief after all the time spent roasting in the infernal cockpit.
A dizzying wave of pleasure radiated out from her core as a powerful contraction gripped her passageway. Unable to help herself, Krystal perched a footpaw on the edge of the dashboard to help pull herself along the thick, plastic joystick as she gyrated her hips faster and faster, leaving streaks of her juices glistening across its length. All sense of reason and restraint melted away, leaving the bare, writhing vulpine to vent every bit of her pent up passion in a long series of bubbling moans as the tingling coiled all through her hindquarters and up her back, eliciting a rhythmic twitch in her tailbase. Her insides quivered uncontrollably as she grunted and breathed erratically, fucking herself senseless against the shaft of the control stick until her entire being was consumed by an endless, pulsing orgasm. The raunchy pilot threw her head back, slamming it into the transparent barrier above her as her walls clenched tight around the vibrating rod, jerking in time with her bucking hips, producing a loud squelch with every spasm.
Unknownst to the cumming vixen, her movements had brought her foot sliding closer and closer to the myriad of buttons and switches lining the console in front of her, including the large red button meant for the pilot to press in the event of an emergency. She didn't even notice when the tip of her toe brushed against it, resting there until a final, explosive spasm coursed through her body. As she rode out the crest, her legs convulsed, kicking into the dash and depressing the button just as a jet of clear fluid left her drenched pussy, showering the nearby equipment. Before she realized what was happening, Krystal found herself slipping off her makeshift dildo, floating through the air and into the open sky.
The nude, furry projectile plummeted to the earth, her arms and legs flailing as she was catapulted towards the lush jungle below by the accidental ejection. She whipped her tail about, trying to keep herself oriented as best she could in the last moments before she impacted the tangled mass of plants, landing roughly among a cluster of green, tropical leaves. Several long fronds caught her exposed fur, wrapping around her limbs and catching her weight, bringing her to an abrupt stop as she smashed into the undergrowth. Still throbbing hard from her release, Krystal lay unmoving amidst the foliage, staring blankly up into the warm, humid air cloying with the sweet scent of blossoms and fruit, barely comprehending what had just happened.
She heard the roar of her Arwing leave her ears, fading rapidly and leaving the fox naked and alone in a patch of dense vegetation. Drawing in a shaky breath, Krystal contemplated how screwed she was. Triggering an emergency eject should have raised a distress signal, but that wouldn't do her any good if she wasn't anywhere near the location of her ship. If Fox got close enough, she could use her telepathy to contact him, but even she didn't know where she was exactly. None of her equipment was on her, so it looked like she was going to be baring all her shame to whatever natives stumbled upon the stained and messy vixen. Let's hope they're friendly, she thought, blushing slightly at the thought of what might happen if the locals found her presented before them without so much as a fig leaf in the way.