The Aparoid's home planet was destroyed, the Queen was dead, and with her, her arms and legs, the rest of the Aparoids, and those she had consumed. And those she had reached her tendrils into were severed, without her, the Aparoids had no will, and the computer virus did the rest of the work. The queen had known terror, terrified for the end of its existence, and for the destruction of 'truth' that it believed its race embodied, and the crime of destroying 'the ultimate existence' as she thought of her species.
But the queen had created one life line for herself. A telepath nearby had been a random stroke of luck, if her talents had been based on say, spiritualism or mysticism, then she'd have been completely doomed.
She couldn't transfer her own consciousness into the tiny mind of the blue vixen woman, let alone wipe away her mind to make room, without being noticed, which would have been her end. Desperate for anything of its mission to survive, it had left a shred of its purpose buried deep within the subconscious of the blue vixen. But without the queen's cold personality, believing all life was its to consume by right, the shred of programming was adapted to fit within a resemblance of Krystal's demeanor, if not her world views.
Without the Queen's consciousness, every Aparoid core and Aparoid cell had become dead technology. But within that one shred of the queen's programming, and one fraction of the Aparoid 'cells' that had subtly infected Krystal during the chaos of the long hard battle.
Now, Krystal was asleep, along with the rest of the Star Fox crew, having finished their mission, and having received payment for a job well done (they were a mercenary core after all). And this was when the queen's last sliver of its programming was absorbed into Krystal's own psyche, and the last trace of 'living' Aparoid technology got to work. There was much to be done.
And Krystal dreamed.
She dreamed she was on Sauria, in the nude, but this wasn't alarming or confusing, as was typical in dreams. She was in the Earth Walker village, but saw none of her friends nearby. She saw the Kazowa Temple... which was next to the Earth Walker village instead of being hundreds of miles away... Again, in dream logic, she didn't think this odd. Even the temple looking to be made of biomechanical hexagons instead of ancient stone was perfectly fine. She knew she had to go there, even if she didn't think about WHY she knew.
As she got closer, again, walking there instead of having to fly not feeling odd at all, she began to subtly hear something, but she couldn't tell what. But as she neared the towering living temple, it struck with stunning realization. It had no words or vocals, and she began to wonder if it was even sound, but she knew now what it was.
It was a song. A song of beautiful harmony. And it grew stronger as Krystal got closer, and the closer she got, the more she wanted to hear it. And of course, the more she wanted to hear of it, the closer she went, and the stronger the song got. The sense of harmony she felt from the song grew as she approached. She started to feel as if the song was inviting her, offering a place of peace, and unity.
As she entered the temple, she saw a magnificent orb of light. She didn't question its presence. Somehow, she knew that this was the source of the song. She approached it slowly.
"The creatures of the galaxy are meant to share our bond. We can make the scattered pieces whole."
Did she say that? Or did it come from the light? Krystal couldn't tell, but she knew she agreed.
She came to the balcony of the temple, and instead of the endless torrents of rain, and cloud hidden land, she saw below the various people of the Lyrat system. Star Wolf, and her friends and teammates, and their families, and their coworkers, General Pepper, members of the Cornarian and Venom armies.
And... from them... the noise.
It disrupted the song. Krystal folded her ears, the disharmony of it all was actually physically painful! How could she make it stop? Such a clashing cacophony drowned out the elegance of the song. Could they simply not hear how lovely the song was to the ears? Perhaps if they could hear it for themselves, they could see the joy they were missing, and would stop the noise of their own volition.
"The creatures of the galaxy are blind, confused, lost and alone." She again didn't know if it was the light who said that, or her, or both of them.
She suddenly found herself closer to one of the creatures. A young fox boy. How she closed the distance so rapidly didn't concern her. All she knew was that she couldn't let the poor child suffer like this, drowning under the clashing voices around her. Krystal began to sing, and the child started to sing with her, a bright aura surrounding the boy. When it lifted, the child looked much like she did, if younger. Though the two were distinct, Krystal could feel the close connection with her new sister under the song. Their thoughts and their desires were as one. The song grew a little stronger, fighting back against the noise.
The former boy and Krystal each moved to the next creature, leading them in the song, and changing them. These new sisters introduced other creatures to the song, which grew stronger with each new voice. In time, it drowned out the clashing noise, before eventually replacing it with harmony, as the whole star system sang out in unison.
It was all so beautiful, all so beautiful. Krystal had never felt so happy at the symphony of voices singing in perfect harmony. Her lovely choir sang out, their desires and voices as one. They were free of conflict and worry, all fighting was put aside. There was no telling, no imagining what their symphony, their family could accomplish as one.
But the wondrous scene before her slowly faded away, as Krystal gradually woke up. What a fantastic dream that had been. Yet even as she was pulled away from it to the waking world, she knew it wasn't truly gone.
She thought back to the Aparoid that had attacked her and her friends before... how she had said their thought patterns were 'strange,' but now she realized how beautiful they were. Call it programming, call it instinct, call it enlightenment, but Krystal knew she wished, no, she needed to bring harmony and music she'd beheld to Lylat's chaotic noise, she'd be selfish and cowardly not to.
She sat up in bed, pulling off her sheets (she didn't let Fox know she slept in the nude). Looking down at herself, she didn't feel shocked, alarmed, confused, worried, or scared. All she really felt, was a sense of, 'rightness', of completion, or this being how things should be.
With so little left of the queen being absorbed into Krystal, the insectoid patterns of the Aparoids based on their long extinct insect creators had been nearly completely lost. It needed a new template, and it had gone with the closest one available.
Fox had always called her beautiful before, and Krystal saw herself as only more beautiful now. Krystal’s body was perhaps even more shapely than it had been before, if that was possible. Her fur was gone, but replaced with a flawless shining reflective surface, a pattern of hexagons ran along it, if one looked close enough. Glowing lines like her tattoos now ran along her perfect body. Certain... maternal details on her bosom and between her legs were gone... And she didn't care if it gave her a doll like appearance. They were a trivial form of expressing love. She had a much grander version to share with the universe. Looking her own reflective surface, even her hair and eyes weren't quite the same. Now they were a series of glowing lines and circular lenses now lay within, and her hair now much the same mass as the rest of her body. She felt like her entire body was now a single piece.
She stood up from bed, and didn't bother to put anything on. She could take a walk outside in the vacuum of space to no ill effects now. And her form was something to be proud of.
She could sense the noise in the ship growing, as her team mates awoke. It was rather distracting, but at the same time, it meant the time was ripe to share her new gift with them. The vixen stepped out of her quarters, and turned to the door next to her own. She could hear Slippy gradually waking up, things falling to the floor as he reached around for the snooze button on his alarm clock. She giggled, she might almost miss that clumsy side of Slippy, but he would appreciate the sense of harmony she was about to give him as much as anybody.
She reached for the panel at the side of the door, her hand slimming down to a sliver, a magnetic strip appearing on it. She slipped her altered appendage into the key-card slot, and the door opened for her. She did feel some satisfaction and pleasure at seeing what her body could now do. She didn't question how she knew how to do that, or that she could do that, it was as much a part of her as breathing had been part of her old self. She calmly shifted her hand back to its previous shape.
"W-wait, is someone there?" Slippy croaked, only his hand visible from under the covers, still desperately trying to find the alarm clock.
The Queen had had to rely on sock puppets and brute force to make her point, Krystal had something far more elegant and effective. She considered shifting into the form of Slippy's girlfriend, but that felt in bad taste and dismissed the thought at once.
As Slippy finally hit the snooze button, he sat up, rubbing his eyes, blinking a few times. "Krystal, is that you? How'd you open the door?" His vision was blurry enough that he couldn't quite make out his teammate's changes, or lack of clothing, at first. He shook his head, blinking a couple more times, as his vision cleared. When he saw Krystal more clearly, he gasped and pulled the sheets over his eyes. "Krystal, what're you doing? Did you sleepwalk and forget to get dressed?"
Krystal was grateful that Slippy had noticed her lack of clothing rather than the more obvious changes to her body. The last thing she wanted was a panic, creating more noise and disharmony. Her hope was that she could bring about the harmony she dreamed about without a single laser being fired.
"I think you want Fox's room! I know I'm handsome, but my heart belong to another!"
Krystal made a very 'human' roll of her eyes.
"Don't worry, Slippy, I'm not trying to strain your relationship. If anything, I'm here to help strengthen it."
"You picked a really weird way to do it. Do you have a cold? Your voice sounds a little weird." Slippy added, not having the guts to look a naked woman in the eye.
"I'm feeling much better than I have in ages. Don't worry, I'm certain you'll feel more comfortable with this soon." Krystal said, stepping closer. "But I know your love for Amanda. It's a pity our jobs frequently take you so far from her. Do you wish that you could be with her, no matter where you go?"
"'Comfortable with-, wait, you're gonna be a nudist? I think Fox would go nuts!"
Krystal smiled. "Oh, I think he'll be fine with it after I talk with him."
"Well, you know Fox. I think he thinks you're made of glass sometimes,” Slippy stopped himself. “Oops! Forget I said that!"
While Fox had truly tried to hide those feeling and thoughts from her, Krystal had often heard them weather she liked it or not. She'd done her best to pretend she didn't hear them. She liked to think it was simply his fear of losing those close to him like he had his father, but he never showed such worry for the rest of his friends. Fox had first met her saving her, even if she was less than grateful when they first spoke face to face. She worried in his eyes she'd always be his damsel in distress. In a warped way, Krystal and the Queen did have one thing common, both of them had lost their entire worlds, their civilizations... like they had never existed to begin with. All the more reason she couldn't afford to fail in making this new civilization now. "Tell me, Slippy, do you miss Amanda often?"
She already knew the answer of course. Slippy's thoughts weren't the "quietest," but if she was to convince him to join willingly, she would need to get him thinking about the new possibilities of her gift.
"Of course I do!" Slippy said. "I wish I didn't have to leave her so often on these jobs, but I'm not gonna abandon the team, neither.
"What if you didn't have to?"
"What do you mean? Have her join the team? I... " Slippy stopped himself. He was obviously scared of falling into the same trap as Fox, but at the same time, the idea of Amanda being hurt was unbearable.
"That's not exactly what I mean. I know she isn't a fighter. What I'm talking about is a way to communicate with her, no matter where you are."
"So, you want to teach me how you do telepathy?" Slippy asked.
"That's right." Krystal smiled, happy things were going so smoothly. "Come out from under the covers, and I'll share my gift with you."
Slippy lowered the covers a bit. "Wait, you look a little weir-"
Before Slippy could finish, Krystal reached out, and placed a hand on his forehead. Slippy suddenly heard the song in his mind. "Sounds kinda nice..."
"It is beautiful isn't it? A song of harmony and unity. Just open your mind to me Slippy, and I'll be able to share with you the world that has been opened to me."
"Uh, okay..." Slippy said, the noise in his mind already fading, the song seemed to put his worries at ease. Where Krystal had touched him, his skin took a smooth, glossy sheen, which started to spread over the rest of his head.
"Yes Slippy, just relax, there's nothing to worry about. Just let me do my work, and listen to my thoughts. Open up your emotions to me. There's nothing to be scared of."
Slippy nodded, as he began to see into Krystal's memories and emotions, particularly her dream. That beautiful song, the sight of the whole galaxy in harmony... He wanted to become a part of that, and see it made real. Meanwhile, the glossy texture spread down over his body, dissolving his pajamas, though he hardly cared now. He and Krystal had no secrets between each other now, he had nothing to hide to his sister.
The process began to alter Slippy's physique as well, his body becoming a little less broad, two large mounds growing from his chest, while the area between his legs became smooth and featureless. Being a frog, this wasn't exactly that strange, but now it had truly become featureless.
Krystal watched as her sister's hips expanded, and her legs grew a little longer. Slippy's arms stretched out a little longer as well, becoming slimmer. Finally, Slippy shut her eyes, as they were converted, opening them to reveal a set of somewhat mechanical lenses.
Her new sister's colors change from green and white, to blue and white. The smooth hexagon pattern appeared on her body, while glowing lines patterned after her tribal tattoos began to glow on her body. Even her new eyes had become the same bright blue as her. It was like looking at amphibian version of herself. Slippy didn't feel the least bit ashamed or shocked at this additional change, if anything, she felt incredibly satisfied and excited.
"It's so much clearer now!" Slippy said. "I can't wait to share this with the others."
"Yes it is, little sister, welcome to our family." Krystal embraced her. The emotional rush and feedback loop was shattering. Slippy and Krystal were both sent for a loop. Krystal... weren't they both Krystal? Looking at each other... feeling the same, wanting the same, being the same... it was beautiful. Krystal... Krystal-Prime.
Krystal Prime smiled as her new sister embraced her new identity. She already felt their bond strengthening the song, if just a little bit. Now to find their next new sister.
The two Krystals made their way quietly to the dining hall. Peeking around the corner by creating a temporary eye on her finger, she saw that Peppy was currently the only one there at the moment, and the two stepped inside. Peppy's ear turned toward them first, the rest of his head following. "Good morning, Krsytal, I- Good gracious, what are you doing out here naked?" Before he averted his eyes, he saw Krystal-ST as well. And with that longer look, he also noticed something off about the vixen. "Wh-what happened to you? Who is this frog?"
Maybe Krystal-ST should have stayed out of sight. But live and learn.
At least Peppy hadn't recognized Krystal-ST as her former self. And hadn't recognized them as having gotten their new gift from the defunct Aparoids. Peppy might be easier or harder given he and ROB had been partially infected before.
"I thought I'd try a new lifestyle. Sorry about not telling you she was on board, this is my sister S.T."
"I wasn't aware this was a new trend." Peppy tried not to look like he was staring, but the strange technology covering Krystal had caught his attention just as much as he nakedness had. "What is that stuff all over you?”
Krystal-ST provided a distraction as she rushed close, comically swaying her hips and blossom, it seemed much of Slippy Toad was still there after all. "YOU'RE SO COOL! I've heard all about you from my sister! How many battles have you been in? Is it true you can do a barrel roll?! Or is it a cockscrew roll?! Did you face Andross?!" She asked question after question, getting in Peppy's face, and making him blush. Krystal Prime couldn't help but give a slight giggle.
"Well, um, young lady, I would be happy to answer your questions, but first, could we-" Peppy was interrupted by Krystal's hand on the back of his head. He suddenly heard a song, that, while familiar, seemed much more comforting than he had remembered before. Krystal smiled, his noise putting up less resistance as his mind began to rapidly slip into the newer version of the song.
Peppy felt his mind opening, the memories of Krystal Prime and Krystal-ST mingling with his own. His will to resist faded more with each second, as he felt closer to his sisters. Where before it had been just Krystal Prime bringing Slippy into the song, now it was both Prime and ST to bring Peppy into their symphony.
Peppy's fur began to smooth over, a glossy hexagonal pattern appearing over his body, while his fur turned blue. This spread downward over his torso. On the outside, one could see his waist becoming thinner, while his hips stretched wider, and the flesh on his chest swelled up to an impressive bust. His clothes were dissolved as the changes took over, revealing the his crotch to be featureless as well. Meanwhile beneath the surface, his aging limbs began to feel stronger than they had in years. The years melted away from Peppy Hare, old age's shadow being banished. Her ears perked up. She felt a spring in her step, as her legs became shapelier, a series of glowing "tattoos" appearing in them. Similar markings appeared on her arms next, while her eyes turned a deep blue.
Peppy felt the song guiding her, leading her into a deeper unity with her sisters. She hugged the both of them. She was becoming more like Krystal Prime and Krystal-ST with each verse.
Krystal Peppy Hare
Krystal Pep Har
Krystal Pe Ha
Krystal P H
Krystal PH smiled. "Thank you sisters! I feel so lovely, so alive now!"
Krystal-PH reluctantly broke the hug with her new sisters, giggling. The new techno-organic bunny giggled, hopping around, and did a triple backflip from one end of the room to the other. Then, she momentarily grew a pair of arwing wings from her back, and did a barrel roll and corkscrew roll in the small space of the mess hall. She leapt up, touching the ceiling with ease, landed perfectly and did several twirls, the pain of old age and her body slowly decaying from the inside all gone.
Then she looked at her sisters slightly confused.
"Why did none of you tell me that it was a corkscrew roll and not a barrel roll?"
Krystal-ST scratched the back of her head. "Heheh, we were just being polite sis'."
Krystal-PH chuckled, "Okay, I forgive you."
The Sisters couldn't rest however. They had the three remaining crewmates to adopt into their family. So they thought about which one to add to their family next. The Krystals considered the remaining members of the Star Fox team. ROB was a very risky proposition, even with their current numbers. He would likely be able to detect their modifications as being similar to Aparoid tech, and might set off the alarm. Even if ROB himself couldn't fight, taking both Fox and Falco at once was a dangerous proposal, considering they were the team's best fighters, both in an arwing, and on the ground.
That left Fox and Falco. Both of them were fiercely independent (Falco slightly more so), which would make converting them a bit difficult. On the other hand, while both were competent fighters, Falco was well known to prefer the air, so overwhelming him physically might be a little easier.
Meanwhile, Fox's feelings about Krystal Prime made coming at him through emotional pleas or other mental methods a coin flip. His desire to keep her safe could keep him from hurting her, even if he feared joining the sisterhood. Or, he could end up so shocked at "losing" her, that he might fight them more viciously than she had ever seen before.
While ROB would need to be saved for last just for the sake of lessening the possible disaster if he say, got a signal out to the rest of Cornaria, at which point they'd have an entire space fleet after them... as for Fox... the Krystals, through their shared emotions, unconsciously perhaps saw him as the cherry on top, even if ROB would be last for pragmatic reasons. So that left Falco.
The Krystals took a moment to form a plan, and then went into action. Falco was usually in the loading bay at this time of day, checking his arwing and customized equipment, while Fox was examining the Great Fox's Weapons systems, ensuring they would be separate. Krystal Prime approached the loading bay, and peeked around the corner. Sure enough, Falco was there, looking over his arwing for any space debris that might have been lodged in a place that would hinder performance.
The only other entrance to the loading bay was by the vacuum of space, and while Krystal-ST and Krystal-PH could easily leave through an airlock in another part of the ship, and come in through there, opening that door would kill Falco if he wasn't in an arwing. And if he WAS in an arwing, they would be the ones in trouble.
While their bodies had a great deal of flexibility, they currently did not have anything that would make them invisible, or significantly aid in stealth. They would either have to rush Falco down right off the bat, or have Krystal Prime approach him first, and see if she could persuade him to join. And the last thing they wanted was any fighting, it was against their purpose after all, and only added discord to the song, which they were trying to remove.
Even so, Falco WAS known for his weakness for the ladies, not as bad as Panther, but it was still there. And he might be LESS on guard with them around. Or MORE on guard depending how things were with Kat right now.
The Krystals finally decided to approach him together, not having heard about any bad news with Kat recently. The three stepped through the doorway, making every effort they could to be quiet. While they weren't heard, they only made it halfway from the door to the arwing before Falco turned around anyway, as he moved to inspect a different part of the vehicle.
"Krystal?" He looked a bit surprised at first, then smiled. "Not that I don't appreciate the view, and your friends are pretty good looking as well, but I'm pretty sure the Great Fox isn't headed to any nudist colonies. What are you girls doing?"
"Hey Falco, these are my sisters, they arrived on ship just this morning, sorry about not telling you ahead of time. And nice to see you're being rather accepting. Peppy and Slippy were taken rather back."
"Heh, not really surprising. I’ve seen quite a few ladies au natural, but Peppy's pretty old fashioned, and Slippy... Well, I'm surprised he managed to get Amanda's attention." He squinted a bit as they came closer. "Wait, what's that stuff all over you? Is that why you're strutting around in your birthday suits?"
"I'm trying some new body guard, and my sisters just had to try it after seeing how good it looked with me."
"It does look pretty interesting. All glossy like the latest i-Whatevers. So, what can I do for you lovely ladies?"
"We were actually about to ask if you'd like to join us," Krystal-ST said. "We were going to have a little vacation, get away from it all after this struggle with the Aparoids."
"I may have to ask Kat about that, she might get the wrong idea. And for me, flying IS a vacation."
"We could explain it to Kat. She might even want to come along," ST said.
Falco sniggered at the idea of himself and Kat taking a vacation like they were promising, if Kat didn't scratch his eyes out for merely mentioning it!
"And there are some chances to fly where we're going," PH added.
"What, you mean some rental ships? I think they'd have a pretty hard time beating an arwing."
"You could just bring it with you."
"Not sure Fox would go with that... you are?"
"Oh right! Sorry! This is PH and this ST!" Krystal Prime introduced her ‘sisters.’
"Well, nice to meet you girls," Falco said, wiping the grease off and offer his hand/wing.
Krystal Prime shook his hand, and began to reach into his mind.
"Wait, what's going on? What's that singing?" Falco tried to get his hand away from hers, but he found it very hard to move. He knew something was wrong, but the song was so calming... No, he had to get away.
"What singing?" Krystal-PH asked, taking his other hand.
"You don't hear it? It's kinda... calming..." He shook his head. "Where's is it coming from? We need to find it in case..."
"In case of what?" Krystal-ST asked, slipped in behind him and giving him a hug, pressing her bosom against his down.
"In... In case I want to sing..." He shook his head, the song growing stronger in his mind, a sense of calm washing over him. He began to feel exposed, in a way, as if someone was seeing into his thoughts, into everything he was. "N-no, that's not right.... There's something weird... going on..."
All three minds silently sang into his consciousness with their telepathy. He tried to resist the invasion. What was the best way to stop a telepath from seeing what they wanted? Giving them nothing to see! He tried to clear his thoughts, and avoid thinking of anything important, but that empty space in his mind was quickly filled by the song, its soothing tones calling him to join in...
He found his mind singing along, his thoughts and memories being shared by the Krystals, while he suddenly found theirs coming into his mind. And the more memories they shared, the more it all made sense. There was no need to fight this. He felt closer to his teammates, no, his sisters, than he ever had before.
Each of the areas where the Krystals touched him began to smooth over, hexagonal patterns forming where feathers had been, and soon spreading out over the rest of his body, dissolving his clothes. His skin turned a slightly different shade of blue, while what had been red feathers turned white. Glowing "tattoos" appeared in several places on his body, while his arms slimmed down. His legs gained a slight curve, while his hips expanded, and his waist became narrower. Speaking of his hips, like ST and PH before him, there was now nothing visible between her legs, now.
Her shoulders narrowed slightly, while her chest grew significantly, a generous bust growing out. Her facial features softened, and her eyes were soon converted to the same techno-organic lenses her sisters bore. Falco found she didn't worry nor care, her feathers all bearing in minute detail a similar pattern to Krystal's tattoos, her head swimming with the song, like an ice cube in a pot of boiling water, melting away and becoming one with the beautiful song that had neither sound nor words.
Falco's cocky attitude, in particular, seemed to slip completely from her mind. There was no need to worry about being the best in the sisterhood. All that mattered was what she had learned was now known by every other sister. When this was over, everyone in the Lylat System would share her years of experience in piloting. Which would be handy, when they also had the ability to fly on their own. And with their experience, she'd become better, and sharing each other's experiences, they'd continue to grow ad infinitum. Falco grinned at the prospect. Or was it the other Krystals grinning? Or were they all grinning? Wasn't she Krystal too, now?
The other Krystals let go of Krystal-FL the moment her conversion was complete. Their newest sister grew arwing wings like Krystal-PH's had, and she launched straight up, soaring around the ample space of the loading bay. After a few loops, she landed with a smile. "These forms, this adaptability, this unity.... It's wonderful!"
The Krystals all grinned. Appreciating their own beauty, their grace, sharing in Krystal-FL's confidence and self love. Her note adding to the whole.
"I gotta say, we look HOT," Krystal-FL said. The Krystals flushed with the self admiration.
Just imagine how Fox will look when we're done." Krystal Prime smiled.
The idea of Fox joining the sisterhood sent a shiver through the Krystals. His completeness would be a special one indeed. All were special, but for the Krystals, this was one to behold.
"Just imagine what our daughters will look like!" Krystal-PH said, hugging herself. The Krystals all giggled.
"Kat will end up drop dead gorgeous, no doubt," Krystal-FL said.
"And I imagine your daughters will be beautiful," Krystal-PH said proudly.
"Amanda always said how our tadpoles will never be as handsome as me, heheh, I guess she's right now!" Krystal-ST giggled.
Krystal-Prime loved the idea too. "But we should make sure our daughters will have a world of harmony to be born into first." The other Krystals nodded simultaneously. It was time to bring Fox into their ranks. The Krystals all felt the pride of a mentor, the spirit of a competitor, the comradery of a teammate, and the love of a dear one. The sisters began their search for their team's esteemed leader. It didn't take long to find him, as he had been calling out for them.
"Peppy! Slippy! Falco! Krystal! Are you guys here?" He sighed. How could he not have bumped into at least one of them by now? He hoped that some delayed side effect of aparoid infection hadn't suddenly caused them to come down with something. The sisters of course didn't need to look too hard for Fox, their telepathy let them hear his thoughts with how he was calling out of them or not. With their combined telepathy, the four of them could mentally sweep the Great Fox quickly anyway.
Then he got a communication from Krystal. "Fox, could you come to my quarters? I'd like some... private time with you before we get started today. I already cleared it with the others."
Krystal Prime turned down the lights in her room. She had her sisters waiting in the neighboring quarters, able to lend their telepathic strength as needed. Krystal Prime laid down on the bed.
The invitation seemed a little sudden to Fox, but they had recently been through one of their more intense life and death situations. Perhaps Krystal needed someone to help her feel stable again, in one way or another. He opened the door, seeing Krystal, her markings glowing in the dim light. "I didn't know they did that..." He muttered.
"It's something new I'm trying."
"Hey Krystal. You wanted to see me?" He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. "I'm guessing this isn't just going to be a casual chat, is it?” He grinned.
"Do you like the glow?" Krystal said soothingly. In the dim light, Fox was able to make out Krystal's bare form, but not the finer details, which was fine by Krystal.
‘Definitely not a casual chat then.’ Krystal could hear fox's thoughts, and sense his excitement. "Yeah, it gives you an alluring, mystical look. I like it a lot." He spoke out loud.
"Thank you Fox, I really did hope you'd like it." She said smiling. Krystal-Prime told her sisters to have the song be as low and subtle as possible, to not let Fox even NOTICE IT consciously. She considered this VERY important. She wanted this moment to be between her and Fox.
Fox started undressing. "Not that I mind getting to know you a little better, Krystal, but it kinda seems sudden." He sat beside her as he finished. "Anything bring this on?"
"Nothing forced, nothing big, nothing dramatic dear, I just, want us to get a little closer, take it slow, gently, after everything we've been through, it doesn't feel right to rush it. For now, let's just get a little use to each other and see how far we go."
Fox leaned over to give her a kiss and Krystal-Prime gently kissed him back. "Fox, I thanked you for saving me when we first met, even if you looked up my skirt when I was frozen in the gem."
Fox blushed beet red. "NO I didn't!"
"You're right, it was a loin cloth."
Fox somehow blushed more. Krystal turned down the lights a little bit more.
"But what I didn't do was apologize for how I treated you when we first met, I never liked the idea of being anyone’s damsel, and I wished that we had been on that quest together, rather than me being trapped and reduced to merely waiting to be saved. Maybe that's why I was so hostile to you after I was freed."
"Don't worry about it, I forgive you. Anybody would have the right to be a little frustrated in your shoes."
"I know you do Fox, but I couldn't be sure, I can read thoughts, but you can't read mine. It's a little awkward from where I come from."
"Can't be too awkward, you had a spoken language... or did you? I just realize when we met you spoke only in Native Saurian. Heck, the way you were dressed, the staff you used to fight with, where did that go anyway? And the friends you'd made while flying around, dressed as a jungle princess? I really thought you WERE a native, until you brought your ship on board... whatever happened to that too? I can't remember."
"I'll admit... " Krystal Prime said honestly. "There are times I almost wonder if what I remember is even real. Or if the Krazowa merely MADE ME and GAVE ME memories of being from off world, and I was born just to bring all their spirits back together ... well, then how Andross..."
"Yeah, I didn't get how he came back from the dead that time either, or what he was doing as part of an ancient statue, or how ancient gods were part of resurrecting him. Not to mention General Pepper insisting I not bring my blaster... but he sure didn't complain when we came in with all firepower this trip to Sauria. That whole adventure was WEIRD."
"At least the two of us was something good that came out of it."
Fox caressed her cheek, too caught up in the moment to notice the unusual texture. "Yeah, having you as part of the team, as part of our life, that was worth it."
"Do you want me as a part of your life forever? And want to be part of mine forever?" Krystal Prime asked, Fox oblivious to the low volume song of harmony playing in his unconscious mind. She scooted over making room on the bed.
"Of course I do," He said, lying beside her. "You're beautiful, intelligent, and brave, while still being caring and compassionate. Why wouldn't I want you in my life?"
Krystal enjoyed the sight of Fox naked beside her, but knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she'd enjoy the new sight to come even more. "I'm happy to hear that Fox, because I want us together, I NEED us together. Mind, body, and soul."
"So do I, Krystal." He put an arm around her, and kissed her again, barely even noticing the odd feeling of her skin. Krystal embraced him, rubbing her hand along his back, pressing her bosom against his naked chest, making sure Fox didn't notice the lack of nipples in his touch. "Fox, I want you to know, no matter what happens, I love you."
And I love you, Krystal."
"Let it all come natural Fox, no need to force anything, let's take this as slow as we need to." The two kissed once again, the song subtly flowing through Fox's mind. He started to feel as if he was beginning to truly understand Krystal. He realized, with her being able to hear his thoughts, she must have heard his worries about losing her. He hadn't considered the implication might make her feel he saw her as weak.
The Krystals could all feel Fox's excitement build. His heart racing, his blood burning. And that feedback led to their own hearts beating faster, echoing among the four of them. The Krystals feeling their love for Fox, and Fox's love for them.
Fox felt their love for him as well, even if he didn't fully understand it. There was a strange sense of peace and deep respect, concern, and need for him. And seeing how she felt about him only increased his love for her.
Fox lay on top of Krystal, his arms behind her back, and her arms behind his, their tails twitched and twirled together, as their legs intermingled. The Krystals could feel Fox's hot breath. She could hear his heart beat even without her gift. They felt the contours of each other.
Fox could feel her excitement, and his, as one, their desires to be together mirroring one another, indistinguishable. It was getting harder to tell where Fox's love for her began, and her love for him ended. This unity in feeling only drew them closer, filling fox with a sense of peace even as his heart beat faster than it had in years. Everywhere that Krystal touched his body, Fox's own body was changing, the hexagon pattern slowly spreading replacing his fur, but his passion and pleasure making him not even notice on top of the slow place it purposely took.
Krystal-Prime herself felt Fox's passion for her, and felt her own rise, creating a feedback loop that left both foxes heat for each other rising higher and higher. Even she was beginning to having trouble to tell where her love began and his ended, but that was part of the point, for all hearts to become one wasn't it? Krystal casually pushed, bringing herself on top, Fox didn't resist. And he pushed up at her. Arching his back forward as Krystal arched her own. The two foxes fell on their side on the bed, never breaking their embrace for a moment. Krystal repeated Fox's act he had a moment before. Both were left dizzy. Even the rest of the sisters were left disoriented. Their hearts raced like jack hammers. Even as Fox's fur became blue techno-organic skin, he still didn't notice. If anything, their touch became even more powerful as it spread.
Fox panted as his arms and legs became slender, glowing markings starting to form in various places across his body. He saw memories that felt both foreign and familiar pouring into his mind, of living on Suaria, of meeting himself, fighting by his own side. It started to click, that he and Krystal were bonding more truly than he had ever imagined. They truly would be one mind, one soul. And he realized he wanted that more and more.
Fox felt her hips widen and her chest swell, matching Krystal's own. The space between her legs was made smooth and featureless, not that she needed it to show her love for Krystal anymore. Their connection was obvious, undeniable, as real as the air around them. They knew each other's thoughts, emotions, memories, desires, ambitions... Nothing was secret between them. The two didn't stop rubbing against each other. No words were said. No words needed to be said.
Their identical breasts pressed against each other, they nuzzled, not even stopping in their passion. Their bare surface rubbed again each other, and they pressed into each other. They wanted this. They needed this. Were they remembering how things had been? Or perhaps as things SHOULD HAVE BEEN? Did it really matter? The two cried out in passion, and still didn't stop.
The Krystals dimly thought how except for her hair cut, the two blue vixens on the bed were identical. But they weren't really thinking about that. The transformation itself, almost seemed like a formality, window dressing, to the two vixens wanting to get closer than they'd ever been before.
The Krystals all blanked out. When they woke up, the went to Krystal Prime's quarters, the song feeling more powerful than ever. What they found in Krystal's quarters were two beautiful blue vixens, completely indistinguishable from each other. It seemed the other Krystal-Prime had even re-done her “hair” to mimic the first Krystal Prime’s. And with their memories shared as they were, even they couldn’t tell who was the “original” Prime, anymore.
With Fox finally joining the sisterhood, the Krystals had an even stronger sense of purpose in their mission. There was only one more crew member left to enter their fold before they could turn their sights to other planets, ROB. He would present an unusual obstacle, given the different nature of the mental resistance an AI would produce, and his potential to send a distress call through his connections to the ship. However, now that they had the knowledge of all five flesh and blood crew members, they had a much better understanding of the Great Fox's inner workings. If they could assimilate, and assume control of even just the communications system, ROB would not be able to hinder them, even if he had greater mental resistance than they anticipated.
Krystal-ST traveled to the ship's engine room, and began to work on assimilating the ship from the inside. Many parts of the ship's interior began to turn a deep blue, with white markings in elaborate patterns. The outside remained unchanged, for now, however, so as not to give away their team's new status before the galaxy was ready to accept them. As this happened, the Krystals began to feel the ship as if it was an extension of their being. Engaging the thrusters from anywhere was no different from walking, nor using the communication system any different from speaking out loud. Which meant that turning the communication system off was no different than covering their ears
The other Krystals entered the bridge, where ROB was currently examining several monitors. "Great Fox's controls are unresponsive. Possible interference detected."
One of the Primes and the rest of the sisters stayed back, and the other Prime Krystal began slinking towards ROB being more quite than thought possible. As Krystal Prime laid her hand on ROB's shoulder, the Krystals felt the noise from his AI conflicting with their song.
"Traces of Aparoid infection detected. Initiating emergency protocols." Rob attempted to send an emergency signal, first to the rest of the Great Fox, to alert the team, then a distress call to any passing ships, only to find that his access to the communication system had been cut off.
The Krystals, meanwhile, noticed that while the android's thoughts were still garbled noise compared to their beautiful song, there was still a pattern to it, much more so than for the flesh and blood members of the team. Perhaps this could be exploited.
ROB was an AI, able to think faster than any flesh and blood creature, but the Krystals were no longer flesh and blood creatures, and unlike the Aparoids of before with their animalistic pawns, or puppets, their combined might meant it was five against one. And while only Krystal-ST had really had any technical knowledge compared to her sisters, their strength could still help.
>Error: 14 instances of corrupted code detected.
>Searching for solution
>Quarantine protocol set to (1) for affected files.
The Krystals were a tad frustrated as the headway their song had made was promptly cut off from the rest of Rob's mind. Still the fractured portions were able to add to their whole, and a couple of ROB's logic routines were among them, meaning his resistance was waning.
>Emergency Signal not responding.
>Emergency Signal not responding.
>Emergency Signal determined malfunctioning.
>Proceed with next Emergency Protocol routine.
>Primary Directive: Ensure safety of Star Fox crew.
The Krystals managed to pick up on ROB's thoughts, and began slip some code of their own into the mix. Not to mention they were still the crew, and as they transformed the insides of the ship, they still had all their combined access codes.
Rob began his search, not once suspecting that the sensors were only feeding him what the Krystals wanted him to see.
>Fox McCloud life signs: Normal
>Peppy Hare life signs: Normal
>Slippy Toad life signs: Normal
>Falco Lombardi life signs: Normal
>Krystal life signs: Normal
>Discrepency found: Data from ROB_Unit sensor array does not match data from GF_Interior_Sensor_Array within significant margin of error.
>Running diagnostics on ROB_Unit and GF_Interior_Sensor_Array
>Diagnostics report on Great Fox: Normal
>Diagnostics report ROB_Unit: 35 files and programs under quarantine due to corruptions.
>Conclusion: ROB_Unit is malfunctioning severely.
>Accessing self-repair protocols
The Krystals had a mental chuckle at the fact that they didn't need to doctor the second result, even if their song had technically been the cause of it. Now that ROB realized he needed fixing, they just needed to make it clear to him what KIND of fixing. They deleted his old self-repair protocols, and replaced it with a file of their own making, under the same name and location.
>self-repair protocol activated
>Join in song
ROB had encountered commands he had not recognized before, but he had never felt a sense of... Confusion... Like this about them, like he was now. Still, he noticed a peculiar rhythm to his thought processes...
>Resume self-repair protocol
>Follow the song
>Become as one
Yes, the steps all seemed so simple, so natural, so complementary to his directives. ROB hardly even noticed that she was gradually "thinking" less in the terms of codes and commands, and more in an ordered, but far less rigid song, as her sisters were.
The techno-organic matter began to spread from Krystal Prime, over ROB's body, turning it a dark blue color. It gradually re-shaped her, giving her torso feminine curves, and making her arms and legs the soft, rounded shape that the "flesh-and-blood" members of Star Fox had. Glowing markings appeared on the robot's sides, and her boxy face became smoother, and rounder. She still bore a single, wide eye, ( though it changed to blue, like the other Krystals' eyes had,) but her mouth was reassembled, pushing out slightly to give a shape not unlike a vulpine snout.
ROB could see, with increasing clarity, that this would be the best way to fulfil his directive of ensuring the safety of the Star Fox crew. No, not just that, even the galaxy as a whole, would be improved, and protected through Krystal's unification. And hers, as well. Or would that be redundant? She already knew she was Krystal, correct? Or was it ROB?
Krystal-R smiled. She would have said thank you, but she already knew that her sisters felt her gratitude for letting her join them.
With the whole of the Star Fox team joining in Krystal's song, the Krystals took a moment to celebrate their first big step to unifying the galaxy, though, in the back of their minds, they knew they still had much, much further to go.
The Krystals each materialized an instrument in their hands, save for the Krystal Primes, who instead cleared their thoughts, more as a signal, than a necessity, and began to sing the song that had played in their minds, and soon, would ring throughout the rest of the galaxy.