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I don't own the rights to StarFox or any of its characters. I do however hold the rights to my OCs that I use in this story. Please message me for permission to use them, should you chose to do so. This story was originally written for a friend of mine who wanted to include me as a character, so I wrote him this. My OC, Tyler, is a bit of a Garry Stu, but that was probably because I originally wrote him when I was 15 in my freshman year of High School. I think he has enough character and emotion to compensate, though. The second OC I'm introducing in this chapter existed before my lamb and came together. Hope you enjoy. ~Wolf
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Chapter 4
It was dinner time in my hometown. It felt like lunchtime to me, but that was because I got up according to a clock that was over twelve hundred thousand lightyears away. I don't get jet lag, but my schedule was off. I went to my favorite place to eat, MacAnally's. I knew the owner. I was a regular there. The door chimed as I walked in, and i received a nod from the owner, MacAnally, standing behind the bar. He was a stoic white rabbit; he didn't say much. He gestured to a seat at the corner of the bar, my favorite spot; I could survey the room without drawing much attention to myself. I sat, and he set a brown bottle down in front of me. Moments later he returned with one of his heavenly steak sandwiches. I thanked him, he nodded, and I took the cap off of the bottle with my bare paw. Bottle openers are for wimps.
I was just polishing off my sandwich when some commotion started. I leaned back in my seat to get a better view of what was going on. A big, muscle bound black hyena, maybe six three, was being a little to up front with a auburn-haired tigeress. The tigress looked like she was in her twenties, and she was not taking kindly to being ridiculed by the hyena. I listened in.
"Come on, babe, you know you want me." Said the hyena. He was slurring his words, having had too much to drink. He made an attempt to grope the tigress's chest, and she replied with a slap, or at least an attempt at one. The hyena caught her wrist. She struggled fruitlessly to get free. I was furious. As I got up, I caught a cautioning glance from MacAnally. I ignored it. I was taller, heavier, and faster than this Hyena, and I was sober. I silently ghosted closer to the pair. Both the hyena and the tigress were out of their seats. The area around them had been vacated by the guests of the room. Everyone was watching the spectacle, not intervening. That pissed me off even more.
The hyena had his back toward me. I ghosted up until I was within a foot of the animal. Neither of the two had noticed me.
"Let me go!" Cried the tigress. The hyena now had both of her arms trapped, one in his left hand, the other under his left arm. With his right he was reaching under the tigress's shirt, attempting to remove it. The hyena only laughed at her cries.
"I'd do as the lady says." I said calmly.
The hyena turned toward me with complete contempt. How dare I interrupt his violating this woman. "And who the fuck are y--"
Before he had gotten the word "you" past his lips, I hand driven the heel of my paw into his lower jaw, cutting off his sentence. Stunned, the hyena released his grip on the woman, and she made herself scarce. He attempted to punch me, but I maneuvered around it, letting his momentum carry his arm past me, and into the perfect position for a Kodegash. I took his forearm, twisted it to the left, until the panther yowled in pain, and then twisted my whole body the opposite way, violently hyperextending his shoulder and overbalancing the animal as he was flung to the floor, still crying out in pain. I wasted no time locking him up and pacifying him, holding both arms in a painful arm lock while keeping the panther's face firmly pressed to the floor. I looked up at the bar.
"Mac, call a cab. This man is too drunk to fly."
Mac nodded. He understood that the drunken creep was no longer a problem, and that the police would really just get in the way, questioning me. I really didn't like to defend myself in court. Not when it was a simple matter of teaching a certain asshole where his place is. I stood the hyena up. He made no move to resist. He probably thought I was a cop. Good enough for me. I walked him out of the bar and I stuffed him, none to gently, into the backseat of a cab. I gave the driver a fifty and told him to take the drunken hyena home. Then I made the hyena tell him where "home" was. I shut the door to the cab and watched it lift off and disappear around a building before heading back into the bar.
I met the tigress who I had saved standing at the door for me.
"Are you okay?" She asked. She had a pleasant voice with a very slight country accent.
"I'm fine. Are you?"
"I'll be alright. Thanks for your help."
"Don't mention it. He had it coming. What's your name?"
"Rosanne Call me Rosie."
"Dresden."
"Good to meet you," she smiled, offering her paw.
I took it. Her paws were soft, but her grip was really strong. In that moment, I took a closer look at her. Beneath a jacket, she was wearing a very tight shirt with a vest neck, exposing her.... assets. I tried not to stare. Looking down, I noticed she was also wearing tight jeans and that she had.... a fine set of legs. And hips. If she turned around, I bet I would see a perfect heart-shape tail end.
Something brought me back to reality. Rosanne was giggling.
"What?" I asked, playing it cool like I wasn't just eyeing her entire body.
"You're totally checking me out right now." She grinned. Her tail flicked around lazily.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" I stammered, caught off guard.
"Hey, don't sweat it. I can't fault you for looking. And besides," she leaned it a little closer, close enough that I could smell her perfume (which smelled amazing), and whispered, "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't doing the same thing."
I gapped, slack jawed at her, unsure of how to reply.
She lost it. God, her laugh was... beautiful. It was rich and powerful. I bet she could sing too, with a powerful set of lungs like that.
She tugged at my wrist, "Come on," she choked, still giggling, "let's go inside."
I followed her inside. She was checking me out? I feel... strange.... aroused?
The tightness of my pants confirmed that I was aroused. I'm glad I'm wearing a trench coat. But why was I aroused? It just... felt wrong. Like I was cheating, even though nothing had happened.
She lead my by the paw over to the booth I was sitting at earlier. She sat down, and I took the bench across from her.
"Mind if I ask," I began, "who was that guy. The one hyena that was harassing you?"
"I don't know him personally, but he is one of the pit-boys for one of the race teams participating in the Auto500 race this Saturday. I think the rest of his team is in the club down the block."
"The Auto500 is this weekend?"
Her eyes lit up, "Yeah! Are you coming?"
"I just got in town. I don't have tickets, but I'd love to attend," I admitted, sheepishly."
"I'm the head mechanic of the HellCat Pit crew. I can get you in."
"You're the head mechanic?"
"Yeah! I have been for three years now-" she said, cheerfully, as she was interrupted by her phone buzzing. "Sorry," she apprized, "but I have to take this. Might be important. Hello~"
There was a pause as she listened to whoever was on the other end of the line. Her expression became worried, and her claws dug into the table. Finally, she snapped.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT WON'T TURN OVER?!" She shrieked. Another pause. "Okay okay, have you checked the battery? Linkages? ECU? Fuel Lines? Air intake? Dammit. Okay. Fine. I'll be over as soon as I can." She out the phone down and let out an exasperated sigh, which did interesting things to her chest.
"What's going on," I asked her chest. She didn't seem to notice.
"The HellCat won't start, and the guy there doesn't know what to do. Figures. He's the backup driver, not the mechanic. Regardless, I have to go." She stood up, to my dismay.
"Shit!" She cursed, "I don't have a car to drive. My car's transmission is currently not attached to the car."
"How'd you get here then?"
"I walked."
"Well, I can take you wherever you need to go," I offered.
"How much have you had to drink?" She asked, reigning in her stressed self.
"One beer. And I'm no lightweight." One beer wasn't even enough to get me buzzed.
"Alright," she sighed. I could tell she was worried.
I paid mac and we went out to my car. I don't think Rosie had very high expectations of what I drove, because I kinda looked like a ruffian, because her eyes widened when I opened the gull-wing door of a 2-door luxury sports coupé.
"You fly a Lynx GTF?"
"Yep. This one's just my daily. Get in, don't be shy."
She got in as I did. I could tell she liked the black leather interior and the blue internal lighting. I started the car, listening to it's engine wine. I put the car in ground mode, it's wheels unfolding from the chassis. In the city, ground travel is usually faster than air travel because there aren't many cars on the ground these days.
I pulled out. Rosie looked a little bit more relaxed.
"Where are we going?" I asked, nonchalantly.
"Do you know where IF-70 is?"
"Yeah. I can get there from here."
"Go northbound on IF-70, and I'll give you more directions from there."
"Alright," I said, pulling out onto the street. I put my foot down. Almost no cars means almost no traffic, so I could go as fast as I dared in the winding city. I glanced at Rosie once or twice. She was enjoying the thrill of the ride.
"Mind if I turn on the radio?" She asked.
"Actually, I removed the radio, since I don't use it. Saved a little weight. Now it just plays the songs I have stored in there."
"What songs?"
"Metal, mostly." I admitted.
I never saw someone turn the stereo on so quickly in my life. She also cranked the volume up.
What really surprised me was when she sang the opening line to the song that was playing, which was actually more screamed than sung. And she got the growl perfectly.
"Holy shit, that was amazing," I praised, "I've never met anyone who could actually scream the line like that."
"I'm a girl of many talents!" She giggled, "Oh-wa-a-a-a-ah!"
I usually don't do this, but Rosie's enthusiasm was contagious. I sang along too.
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Chapter 4
It was dinner time in my hometown. It felt like lunchtime to me, but that was because I got up according to a clock that was over twelve hundred thousand lightyears away. I don't get jet lag, but my schedule was off. I went to my favorite place to eat, MacAnally's. I knew the owner. I was a regular there. The door chimed as I walked in, and i received a nod from the owner, MacAnally, standing behind the bar. He was a stoic white rabbit; he didn't say much. He gestured to a seat at the corner of the bar, my favorite spot; I could survey the room without drawing much attention to myself. I sat, and he set a brown bottle down in front of me. Moments later he returned with one of his heavenly steak sandwiches. I thanked him, he nodded, and I took the cap off of the bottle with my bare paw. Bottle openers are for wimps.
I was just polishing off my sandwich when some commotion started. I leaned back in my seat to get a better view of what was going on. A big, muscle bound black hyena, maybe six three, was being a little to up front with a auburn-haired tigeress. The tigress looked like she was in her twenties, and she was not taking kindly to being ridiculed by the hyena. I listened in.
"Come on, babe, you know you want me." Said the hyena. He was slurring his words, having had too much to drink. He made an attempt to grope the tigress's chest, and she replied with a slap, or at least an attempt at one. The hyena caught her wrist. She struggled fruitlessly to get free. I was furious. As I got up, I caught a cautioning glance from MacAnally. I ignored it. I was taller, heavier, and faster than this Hyena, and I was sober. I silently ghosted closer to the pair. Both the hyena and the tigress were out of their seats. The area around them had been vacated by the guests of the room. Everyone was watching the spectacle, not intervening. That pissed me off even more.
The hyena had his back toward me. I ghosted up until I was within a foot of the animal. Neither of the two had noticed me.
"Let me go!" Cried the tigress. The hyena now had both of her arms trapped, one in his left hand, the other under his left arm. With his right he was reaching under the tigress's shirt, attempting to remove it. The hyena only laughed at her cries.
"I'd do as the lady says." I said calmly.
The hyena turned toward me with complete contempt. How dare I interrupt his violating this woman. "And who the fuck are y--"
Before he had gotten the word "you" past his lips, I hand driven the heel of my paw into his lower jaw, cutting off his sentence. Stunned, the hyena released his grip on the woman, and she made herself scarce. He attempted to punch me, but I maneuvered around it, letting his momentum carry his arm past me, and into the perfect position for a Kodegash. I took his forearm, twisted it to the left, until the panther yowled in pain, and then twisted my whole body the opposite way, violently hyperextending his shoulder and overbalancing the animal as he was flung to the floor, still crying out in pain. I wasted no time locking him up and pacifying him, holding both arms in a painful arm lock while keeping the panther's face firmly pressed to the floor. I looked up at the bar.
"Mac, call a cab. This man is too drunk to fly."
Mac nodded. He understood that the drunken creep was no longer a problem, and that the police would really just get in the way, questioning me. I really didn't like to defend myself in court. Not when it was a simple matter of teaching a certain asshole where his place is. I stood the hyena up. He made no move to resist. He probably thought I was a cop. Good enough for me. I walked him out of the bar and I stuffed him, none to gently, into the backseat of a cab. I gave the driver a fifty and told him to take the drunken hyena home. Then I made the hyena tell him where "home" was. I shut the door to the cab and watched it lift off and disappear around a building before heading back into the bar.
I met the tigress who I had saved standing at the door for me.
"Are you okay?" She asked. She had a pleasant voice with a very slight country accent.
"I'm fine. Are you?"
"I'll be alright. Thanks for your help."
"Don't mention it. He had it coming. What's your name?"
"Rosanne Call me Rosie."
"Dresden."
"Good to meet you," she smiled, offering her paw.
I took it. Her paws were soft, but her grip was really strong. In that moment, I took a closer look at her. Beneath a jacket, she was wearing a very tight shirt with a vest neck, exposing her.... assets. I tried not to stare. Looking down, I noticed she was also wearing tight jeans and that she had.... a fine set of legs. And hips. If she turned around, I bet I would see a perfect heart-shape tail end.
Something brought me back to reality. Rosanne was giggling.
"What?" I asked, playing it cool like I wasn't just eyeing her entire body.
"You're totally checking me out right now." She grinned. Her tail flicked around lazily.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" I stammered, caught off guard.
"Hey, don't sweat it. I can't fault you for looking. And besides," she leaned it a little closer, close enough that I could smell her perfume (which smelled amazing), and whispered, "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't doing the same thing."
I gapped, slack jawed at her, unsure of how to reply.
She lost it. God, her laugh was... beautiful. It was rich and powerful. I bet she could sing too, with a powerful set of lungs like that.
She tugged at my wrist, "Come on," she choked, still giggling, "let's go inside."
I followed her inside. She was checking me out? I feel... strange.... aroused?
The tightness of my pants confirmed that I was aroused. I'm glad I'm wearing a trench coat. But why was I aroused? It just... felt wrong. Like I was cheating, even though nothing had happened.
She lead my by the paw over to the booth I was sitting at earlier. She sat down, and I took the bench across from her.
"Mind if I ask," I began, "who was that guy. The one hyena that was harassing you?"
"I don't know him personally, but he is one of the pit-boys for one of the race teams participating in the Auto500 race this Saturday. I think the rest of his team is in the club down the block."
"The Auto500 is this weekend?"
Her eyes lit up, "Yeah! Are you coming?"
"I just got in town. I don't have tickets, but I'd love to attend," I admitted, sheepishly."
"I'm the head mechanic of the HellCat Pit crew. I can get you in."
"You're the head mechanic?"
"Yeah! I have been for three years now-" she said, cheerfully, as she was interrupted by her phone buzzing. "Sorry," she apprized, "but I have to take this. Might be important. Hello~"
There was a pause as she listened to whoever was on the other end of the line. Her expression became worried, and her claws dug into the table. Finally, she snapped.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT WON'T TURN OVER?!" She shrieked. Another pause. "Okay okay, have you checked the battery? Linkages? ECU? Fuel Lines? Air intake? Dammit. Okay. Fine. I'll be over as soon as I can." She out the phone down and let out an exasperated sigh, which did interesting things to her chest.
"What's going on," I asked her chest. She didn't seem to notice.
"The HellCat won't start, and the guy there doesn't know what to do. Figures. He's the backup driver, not the mechanic. Regardless, I have to go." She stood up, to my dismay.
"Shit!" She cursed, "I don't have a car to drive. My car's transmission is currently not attached to the car."
"How'd you get here then?"
"I walked."
"Well, I can take you wherever you need to go," I offered.
"How much have you had to drink?" She asked, reigning in her stressed self.
"One beer. And I'm no lightweight." One beer wasn't even enough to get me buzzed.
"Alright," she sighed. I could tell she was worried.
I paid mac and we went out to my car. I don't think Rosie had very high expectations of what I drove, because I kinda looked like a ruffian, because her eyes widened when I opened the gull-wing door of a 2-door luxury sports coupé.
"You fly a Lynx GTF?"
"Yep. This one's just my daily. Get in, don't be shy."
She got in as I did. I could tell she liked the black leather interior and the blue internal lighting. I started the car, listening to it's engine wine. I put the car in ground mode, it's wheels unfolding from the chassis. In the city, ground travel is usually faster than air travel because there aren't many cars on the ground these days.
I pulled out. Rosie looked a little bit more relaxed.
"Where are we going?" I asked, nonchalantly.
"Do you know where IF-70 is?"
"Yeah. I can get there from here."
"Go northbound on IF-70, and I'll give you more directions from there."
"Alright," I said, pulling out onto the street. I put my foot down. Almost no cars means almost no traffic, so I could go as fast as I dared in the winding city. I glanced at Rosie once or twice. She was enjoying the thrill of the ride.
"Mind if I turn on the radio?" She asked.
"Actually, I removed the radio, since I don't use it. Saved a little weight. Now it just plays the songs I have stored in there."
"What songs?"
"Metal, mostly." I admitted.
I never saw someone turn the stereo on so quickly in my life. She also cranked the volume up.
What really surprised me was when she sang the opening line to the song that was playing, which was actually more screamed than sung. And she got the growl perfectly.
"Holy shit, that was amazing," I praised, "I've never met anyone who could actually scream the line like that."
"I'm a girl of many talents!" She giggled, "Oh-wa-a-a-a-ah!"
I usually don't do this, but Rosie's enthusiasm was contagious. I sang along too.
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