Female Starfox x Male Reader

Poison (Female Leon x Reader)

I drink in the cold night's air as I sit on my outdoor patio's chair. A fresh flavor, untainted by any living beings - until I take it in. I look at my phone and am greeted by one new notification. Opening the most popular social media on Corneria, Snapgram, I see a photo of my friend Slippy Toad hanging out with their team. It was a little party for Peppy's birthday. I just write a generic, 'Happy birthday! I wish I could be there to help celebrate. 😉' I almost gag at my cringy comment. I can already hear the 'that's going in m

Despite me being good friends with the little frog and the Starfox team members - despite me not being a member myself - I didn't go. The excuse I told the amphibian was that I wasn't feeling good, but that was a lie. I had even bought the elderly rabbit a present. But something inside me wouldn't let me go. I let out a long, remorseful sigh. As I start to eat the cheap macaroni on the table next to the mesh chair I sit in, a weight presses against my soul. Millions of small suns burn inside me. Guilt. 

I no longer have an appetite after I eat half of the cheesy pasta. I don't even take it inside with me as I lumber back into the apartment I live in. On my way to bed, I walk through the living room (populated by a game console, TV, couch and cofffe table) and the kitchen. I open one of my dresser's drawers exposing the couple of sleepwear items I own. I throw my current clothes on the floor and put on pajamas. Doing a spiral, I dive bomb onto my bed. My body immediately relaxes when I make contact with the mattress. Visions of happiness flash in my mind as I start to drift off to my personal happy place.

A scaly hand runs across my back. The sensation causes me to tense up, but I don't intercept its path. It feels strangely good. Eventually, the hand leaves my body. I open my eyes. Rolling around to face the direction of the hand, I am greeted by a green lizard woman. It's the Starwolf team's assassin, Leon Powalski. The reptilian wears a violet jumpsuit. Realizing who it is, I scramble off my bed and press my back against the wall across from her. Leon gives a devilish smile. The woman takes long strides toward my bedroom door. After she takes one more glance at me - still smiling - Leon leaves the room and lets the door stay open. The corridor seems to beckon me after the reptile. Despite my better judgement, I walk after the assassin.

Moving into the kitchen, I see Leon sitting at my dining table. Two glasses filled with a red, alchoholic liquid sit on it. One in front of her and the other sitting at a open seat, with the chair pulled out slightly. I sit down as a bead of sweat rolls down my face. "Please," Leon says with a voice sharp as a knife and as smooth as silk, "have a drink." I hesitantly pick up the glass. Our eyes connect and we both take a sip. It's strong, really strong. After I drink, all my regret from the situation hits me at once. My insides start to twist themselves into twenty knots. As I stand up, the world begins to melt and causes me to fall to the counter of my kitchen.

I use it to hold myself up, accidently knocking something off. A devilish laugh echoes, "Oh, poor thing~." Leon holds me against herself. I begin to drool from loss of mouth control. I look up at her from the crook of her neck. A smile streches across her face. My legs start to wobble and give. Leon stops holding me up and I begin to slide down her. While my body slumps against her legs, my hands slip from her face, to her shoulders, to her chest (which causes Leon to blush slightly), to her hips, to her thighs. And as my hands lose grasp of her legs, so does my mind's grasp on conscience.

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My room once again greets me. The sun shines through my window and into my eyes. I reach my hand to my face and sit up. I grab my phone off the endtable where it was charging. As I enter the unlock code, two hands gently touch my shoulders. I melt in their touch, they press on me just right. I turn around and see Leon sitting behind me. Rather than the violet jumpsuit, she wears a loose tanktop that has one strap falling with just panties below. I shoot up from the bed as the repitle looks at me and smiles groggily.

"What the fuck did you do to me last night?" I say accusitorily, "Was that even last night?" I feel my heart race. Leon yawns and walks over to me. She says nothing as she feels my back again. I fight it but I am unable to avoid her wonderful touch. "N-no, stop," I sputter as she smiles. Her arms wrap tighter around me and sits me back on the bed. Then she lies me on my back.

"You're powerless to stop me," she says, "and you don't want me stop either." It is so annoying that she is right. "Don't worry. I don't want to hurt you, I love you." I feel her fingers feel my cheeks, rubbing them slightly. My arms wrap around her back and I feel myslef get lulled back into sleep. I don't know how to feel about this. But physically, this feels good.

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A lupine form stands over me, talking to Leon. 'Goddammit,' I think to myself. 'That's fucking Wolf, isn't it?' And I know from a signature eyepatch and grin, I'm right. I live on the second floor so I probably could jump out the window. Eh, that's the best idea I got. Starting to enact my escaope plan, I get up from my bed. As soon as I jump toward the glass, I'm tackled to the floor. I whine and try to struggle out of the grapple. As soon as two hands touch me, I know who is on top of me. "Noooooo..." I cry. "Lemme go!" I hear a cackle.

"Leon, you really know how to pick 'em," Wolf says laughing.

Fuck.