A Star Fox Adventures Fanfic
By: Vikky Cutter
1: Home Again, Home Again
All Fox could see were the stares, from every member of the team. Their eyes were wide as they watched their friend walk across the bridge, the metal of the decking echoing through the silent room with each step that Fox took.
The jukebox was silent, powered off, it added to the strangeness of the situation. Slippy was standing next to the machine, his wide mouth hanging open in shock. Peppy sat in his own chair, the light of the reconstructed planet below him outlining the old hare's fading fur. He squinted through his glasses, looking amazed. Falco was sitting in Fox's chair, his fingers folded into his lap, and a confused look on his face.
Fox stopped at the door of the bridge, and sighed, watching the stares. Everything had changed in the last few days, and not for the better.
Falco, the long lost member of the team, now returned, was the first to speak up. "Fox, what the hell happened to you?" he asked, the crest of feathers on the falcon's head fanning forward. "I knew there was something wrong when I talked to you in the fighter, but nothing like this."
"I'm not sure I accept your explanation of Magic," Peppy said, adjusting his glasses on his short muzzle. "I doubt it exists, and if it does, how could it do this to you? I mean Fox... You're..." the hare gulped, his ears dropping.
"You can say it," Fox said with a soft sigh, "I've been turned into a vixen."
Everyone in the bridge nodded in agreement.
Fox sighed, and looked down at her paws, the familiar red- tan fur gone, replaced with a soft blue. The same soft blue fur that covered the vixen named Krystal, the vixen who was now her identical twin.
She tried hard not to cry, her shoulders shaking softly. It was impossible to believe that just two weeks ago, she had been living her usual life, flying along in the rust bucket that The Great Fox had become.
That all changed with a single job. It had come with a fat paycheck, but one that wasn't worth this.
She tugged at her shirt, the one she normally wore under her flight suit, most of which she'd had to abandon as her body had changed. The lower part of the shirt had been torn away, used by Fox to hold parts of her new form in place but leaving her midriff bare.
The lower half of her flight suit remained, but the legs were cut away just above the knee, giving her room to move in them, without tripping herself.
At least her vest still fit, even if it did hang strangely over her new breasts. It was a familiar weight on her shoulders when everything else had changed.
Falco stood up, and motioned for Fox to take her chair at the center of the bridge. She smiled and walked over, settling down in the slightly too large seat.
It didn't escape her notice that Falco moved to stand as far away from the transformed vixen as he could get, while still staying on the bridge, barely.
"It really is you, isn't it, Fox?" Slippy asked, a frown pulling down the toad's large face.
She nodded, adjusting herself in the chair. "Yes, it is."
Falco crossed his arms, "What exactly happened down there?"
Fox sighed, and folded her paws into her lap. "I'll try to explain, but it won't be easy. We know how it started, when we got the call from General Pepper about the trouble with Dinosaur Planet. Things went fine on the way down, a bit tricky with the debris field around the planet, but I got there in one piece."
She closed her now blue eyes, a match with the rest of her body. "It was when I landed that things started to change."
This story is copyright 2005-2008 by Victoria-Ann Cutter, hardcopy reprints limited to one a person, all other rights reserved. This story may not be distributed for a fee except by permission of the author, and this copyright notice may not be removed. Star Fox and Star Fox Adventures and all related characters and settings are owned by Nintendo and are used without permission.