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"So...let me get this straight. You cheated on me...with a dream?"

Eve sat in a cushy velvet chair, pulled up next to the newly stoked fireplace. Legs crossed, and a curious expression on her countenance.

Her voice carried a satirical tone, but also a hint of concern.

"No! Not with a dream. Im telling you, it was more than that. It was...Fuck I dunno."

Trace's pacing interrupted the intermittent crackling of the fire. Tiredness visible in her fatigued eyes.

"Uh...dear. This all seems a bit- how would one say...out there. Are you sure you didn't just have a very vivid dream about a male of your species?"

Eve sat forward. Paws in a triangle. She spoke softly, calmly, attempting to ease the tension.

Trace threw her paws in the air and fell against the far wall. She slid down, and audibly thumped against the cold stone floor of the

princess's bedchamber. She curled her legs up against her chest and whined.

Eve had never seen her mate like this. Emotional outbursts were new. For her mate, the sure footed vixen thief, She...hadn't guessed she

would find herself in a position like this one. Perhaps it was a loyalty thing. Ah, must be! She recalled how Trace had made a big stink of her 'traitorous' protection.

"I know that...for you loyalty is...integral to your being. But I don't blame you for it. Everyone has dreams, you know. I'm not at all

mad at you."

Trace barred her teeth. She was being spoken down to, by a wolf? A damned mutt? Anger flashed in her eyes and she glared at her lover.

"Don't talk to me like i'm one of your subjects, mongrel! I'm not..."

Trace's eyes went wide and she bit her lower lip. Looking up from the ground she met the widened eyes of a wolf princess. Maybe the eyes of one who were second guessing

their choice of personal guard.

"Oh god, i'm so sorry! It just slipped out! Princess, please. Im just...Im just im really fuckin sorry"

Tears in her eyes, Trace dropped her head back down, ashamed at herself.

"I didn't mean it..."

But to her surprise, Eve simply stood. Carefully walked over to her, and sat next to her.

Something fluffy tugged at her side and she leaned over, feeling the velvety warmth of a wolf fur tail being wrapped around her waist.

It contrasted well against the freezing black stones at her back.

"It's okay. This old place...it gets to you. I had nightmares too, when I first moved in."

Trace felt a soft, manicured paw take hers. She didn't fight it.

"I thought it was the horror novels 'energy' or something when I was little. I had them all sold off. It did not help at all."

Wiping the tears, she spoke"...What were yours about?" Trace seemed to perk up at this. She looked to her lover expectantly.

"If I tell you, you gotta tell me why you're so convinced this one was more than a dream, okay? Deal? Thieves have oaths that mean they can't go back on deals right?"

Eve's naivete was charming. Truth was, Trace had sworn a thieve's oathe in a lonely godforsaken alley many years ago. Incidentally, most of the people who took

it with her where dead or locked up by now.

"Hah! It's a bit more complicated than that, but let's just assume 'yes' for now. Deal."

Trace felt the grip around her paw tighten and her lover leaned over, kissed her cheek, and began her tale.

"So...many years ago. My father sat me up in this tower, away from my home. With but a small menagerie of servants and guards. They stuck me up here, all night and most

of the day."

"Sounds lonely."

Eve shrugged. "Yeah, but I had Rex and Ludie who did their best to accomodate me, and a voluminous library. It's not like I wanted for entertainment I just started feeling

cooped up after a while, Ah I'm off topic. Anyway, nearly maybe a week after I moved I was plagued with very strange dreams. They always involved some form of fox."

Trace grinned. "So uh. I'm the girl of your dreams then?"

"Not that kind of dream! But yes, I guess you are." Eve rolled her eyes.

Trace chuckled and bumped her girlfriend with her rump. "I feel better already."

"Shhh! Im telling a story! I love you and you're adorable but don't interrupt."

"Fiiiine. But I do feel better."

Against the protest's of her mate, Eve carried on.

"So these foxes would always be kind of vague looking. Misty. Oily. How can I explain it...like steam wafting up from a cup of hot coffee in a darkened room. They never spoke.

Never interacted with me. I would just sit in a circle surrounded by black smoke monster looking vulpines until I got scared enough to wake up."

"Sheesh...creepy."

"I would always feel strange after those dreams. It was like some kind of spiritual feeling, like a religious occurrence happened. Is that what happened to you?"

Trace looked away, distraught. She swallowed hard, and resolved to tell her mate the truth. No matter how crazy she might think she was...

"Do you remember my ring? The Silver one?"

"Of course! It's a beautiful thing."

"So...the dream changed my ring. When I had it made, I ordered there to be one fox, with one tail. Now there's one fox with two tails. Here, see"

Trace lifted her paw to Eva's muzzle, and watched her eyes narrow as she focused on her adornment.

"...remarkable."

"Excuse me?"

"You're sure you had it made with one tail? Maybe you just got confused and didn't look too hard at it. Sometimes I do that with my jewelry, and I would

notice an inscription on it a year later that-"

"No! I held this thing in my paw and stared at it for hours when I first got it. I know exactly what it looks like! This isn't my ring. It looks like it, but it's different."

"hm..."

Eve took Trace's paw and turned it, flipping the ring around. Making an effort to commit to memory every inch of it.

"So...i'm not convinced. But I'm Interested. Describe this fox male that appeared in your dream."

"Not a fox. A kitsune. White fur, not like yours. White like his fur was made of moonlight. Black paw pads, red...you know, Thing. 9 tails in all. I counted."

"A kitsune?"

"Like a god that's not quite a god but kind of, and looks like a fox but with too many tails."

"I'm not familiar with vulpine mythology..."

Trace scratched her head. "Don't have any books on it?"

"Actually...I may. I've never looked. Shall we head down there now?"

Trace stretched herself out against the wall and yawned. Despite the rigid coolness of the stone supporting her, she found herself being

lulled into further tiredness by her mate's comforting warmth. Suddenly, a fearful thought struck the poor fox. What if that...thing came back when she fell back asleep? Could she ever feel safe falling asleep again? Should she try to stay awake until they figure out what's plaguing her?

"Tracey? Are you okay?"

She was jolted back to reality by the worried tugging of her fur.

"Yeah we can go. Sure."

Trace didn't want to worry her mate anymore than she had too.

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Eve's paw skimmed a dusty old bookshelf. The part of the library that contained textbooks and informational tomes was one she almost never came to.

There was dust on all and probably mold on some of these ancient things. In contrast to the rest of the library, everything here seemed to have been haphazardly

tossed onto the shelves.

A single aged, elongated table was the centerpiece of the room. No chairs, no comforts. Just utility. Only lit by the intrepid moonlight

filtering in from an unkept window, which trace was attempting to wipe clean, and Eve's own gas lantern.

"This place is disgusting."

Trace held her paw over her nose as she wiped the window clean, wiping the residue off on her thighs.

"No one comes here. I don't, so the servants don't. Its...shameful."

Eve was still skimming what she could against the walls. Nothing about vulpines yet, only wolven art and wolven culinary practices.

You would think her father would donate a few more, seeing as how she's supposed to be the one ruling over the foxes and keeping them all in line.

"Yeah no kiddin. Blegh."

"Hey! here we go, I think. 'Vulpines and Kitsune, a record of events'...What events?" Eve looked to her mate.

"Babe, hell if I know. I was just given the basics."

Eve sat on the center piece table and crossed her legs, plopping the old tome down with her, and strategically placing the gas lamp to give them both as much light

as possible.

"Lets see here..."

Eve ran her paw through, flipping through the chapters and looking for what might be most relevant. The old thing smelled of mold.

"...to be that, the one cause was that kitsune embody the vulpine spirit. These beings care little for other species, in fact the only recorded instance of a kitsune speaking to another species was the holy- blah blah blah. Ummm...."

"Any luck?"

Trace sat opposite her lover, legs crossed, head tilted.

"Not yet, what am I looking for exactly?"

"That guy. He said people called him Weaver."

"Hmmm...Weaver? Nothing here about weavers. Oh, what about 'The dreamweaver?"

"Sounds pompous enough. Try that."

Eve's paw fell to the pages as she voraciously searched.

"Here! 'Perhaps the most vulpine of the kitsune is that one only known as The Dreamweaver. When this author says vulpine, he refers to the fact that the kitsune in question is known to...mate...with his victims.' ...Oh no."

Trace's eyes went wide.

"'In all accounts The Dreamweaver wears nothing but his fur, and despite being a male bears a striking resemblance to a female. He uses his appearance to trick

unwary male foxes into mating with...'I. Oh my god, Trace this is what you described. This is exactly what you-"

"Keep going!"

"uh...'mating with him....seems to gain pleasure from tricking homophobic males in particular. Victims are usually seen as wronged in some way, for instance,

one interviewee told this author that The Weaver appeared to him in a dream, offering vengeance on his ex if he paid with sex.'"

"What would he want with me? I'm no male, and I certainly have no problem with gay folk, seeing as I am one. I guess."

"shh! um...where was I. '...Fond of tit for tat arrangements. One should always be wary of the Weaver's deals. As is typical for him, deals usually include sex in some form. This author was unable to secure any definite answer on the outcome of accepting a kitsune's deal.

Every interviewee refused to answer or was exceptionally vague. I am to assume then, that the outcome is embarrassing and must warn any readers to

absolutely and unequivocally reject any deal offered.'"

"Well...fuck."

"oh my god...this is real isn't it? You say you never even heard of him before?"

Eve leaned forward, paws resting on the book, and watched her mate intently.

"No...Never before."

Trace crossed her arms, lowered her head and sighed.

"Amazing...So what was the deal?"

"He said that if I let him mate me...he would help me with my 'future choices' whatever that means."

"And you did? You let him...?"

Trace let out a long exhale and fell back onto the table.

"...I shouldn't have. Im so sorry. I've never felt so...weak."

"Well geez Trace, if my only competition is a literal god I feel pretty good about myself."

Eve crawled up next to her lover and wrapped her arms around her, snuggling into her side.

"I still feel like I should have, I dunno, stood up for myself. I didn't want to...I don't know how to explain it. He...kind of. Insisted on mating me."

"Insisted?"

"I told him no. Like, 6 times but he just kept asking until I agreed."

"...Listen. If you get visited again don't feel bad about cheating okay. I wouldn't want you to get hurt by pissing off a god."

"......I love you, princess."

"I love you too, foxy." Eve leaned over and kissed her mate, wrapping her paws around the fox's own.

"...So. Is there anyway I can make you feel better, my love?" Eve winked.

"Mmh. Princess, you aren't suggesting we dirty up your library are you?"

Eva sat up, leaning on her side and grinned down.

"I'm just saying, i'm gonna have it cleaned tomorrow anyway..."

Trace licked her lips and grinned. "Now how could I say no to that cute face...?"

"So..." Eve sat her paw to work, tracing along her mate's hip. "Do you wanna do anything...crazy? Or...can I just fuck you with my tongue again?"

She punctuated her sentence by sticking her tongue out, giving her lover an eyeful of how large it was indeed.

"Uh. I'm not sure. Do you want me a specific way? You're the royalty here." Trace sat up as well, mimicking Eve's pose.

"mmmh. I dunno." Eve leaned into her lover, and met her lips with her own once more.

"mmph. Well. I uh. I kind of liked when you took control last time."

"Oh? Is that right? My big strong Royal Protector likes being topped by a wolf?"

Trace blushed and turned away. "You don't have to say it like that..."

"Then how should I say it?" Eve let her paw drop onto her mate's thigh. Drawing little circles in her fur, a bit too high to be specifically friendly.

"Like...its really hot how you're so sweet and shy but you get really impulsive in bed?"

"Mmh. Soooo you like when I do this-" Trace felt paws wrap around her torso, and she was pulled back.

She found herself on her mate's lap, with her paws exploring her now defenseless body.

"P-princess!"

"Shhh. Let me touch you...you're so beautiful." She started with her shoulders, doing her best to attempt an untrained massage.

"Oh...that does feel pretty good actually!" Trace leaned back into her lover, resting her neck on her shoulder.

"You have really soft paws, you know."

"Whereas yours are very rough and course from all that horse play you get up to."

"I wouldn't call it that, but my pads are a bit more weathered than yours for su- ohhh....nnf."

Soft, plush, noble paws teased and groped her chest. She felt canine breaths on the back of her neck.

"Princess if you're gonna do that, mind...helping a girl out?" She panted. "You know..."

"Ask."

"nnf fuck you're hot. Please, paw me off?"

"Hm. Not convincing."

Trace's ears dropped and she lowered her own paws to her thighs, only for them to be quickly batted away.

"No. bad girl. You don't get to do that, only I get to do that. Now, ask."

"I wasn't...Fuckin..agghhh...fuck me. Please fuck me. Please please please paw me? I love you?"

Trace had begun to shyly grind her hips into the lap of her mate, her need more evident by the moment

Finally, Trace felt that fuzzy softness tease her once more, those beautiful paws circled her outer lips.

"Well if you want it that badly..."

Eve's paw slowly, agonisingly poked brushed against her nethers. Not penetrating per se, just letting her paw grind along her mate's sex.

The fur tickled.

"P-princess..."

"Shh."

That fuzzy thing worked its way up and down her cunt. A mix of tickling and pleasure the princess's royally manicured paws caused. Trace moaned a surprisingly girlish moan. She gently gyrated her hips against her lover, doubly pleasured from the paw at her front, and the fact she was in the lap of a sexy wolf.

Eve let her paws roam, happily feeling the squirms and yips of a happy fox writhing in her lap. With her free paw, she played with her hair. She gave her nips a few teasing squeezes, she pet her thighs, she played with her fuzzy tail. All the while eliciting small gasps and yips from the object of her desire. She was tempted to play with herself as well but...well sometimes it's fun to just make your girlfriend happy. Trace was plagued with pleasure and the gentle pats of a mate all at once.

"You're so cute, my love...so very unique."

"Nnnf. Stop- hehe that tickles! nnf! ohhh..."

Eve's paw dug further into her mate. Gently so as not to hurt her, but rather forcefully.

Trace gasped, and pressed her hips into it. She looked back to her lover and gave her those pleading eyes so typical of a fox. Of course, Eve didn't want to prolong her agony any more than she had to but...she was having fun.

The white wolf bit into her lovers neck. Softly, more as a way to mark your territory than cause pain. This sat Trace alight. The feeling of her lover marking her, the feeling of a soft paw getting her off and being in the lap of one who so cared for her. It was too much.

Trace began to buck in the lap of her lover, awkwardly humping the paw in front of her. Panting like a whore in heat. Agony ensued, however and the paw that she loved so was withdrawn. She bit her lower lip and whined.

"Shhh!"

Eve's paw was not fuzzy anymore. Rather, it was slick with foxy lubricant. Eve brought it to her maw and gave it a happy lick, cleaning off the tang in full view of her lover. Slowly. She brought her tongue to her claws, back to the forearm. Eyes locked with Trace. Who at this point, had her ears lowered and large, pleading orbs for eyes.

"Please...let me finish." She dug her own paws into Eve's thighs. Claws extended, making her jump from the sensation.

Eve was having none of it however, she wanted her lover to see just how much she enjoyed the taste of a fox's happiness. She refused to answer, only giving a cheeky smile and a wink, Letting the edged fox draw her own conclusions.

Resigned, Trace had no choice but to take in the display her mate had planned for her. A nude she-wolf so into her taste was normally something she was very much into but right here all she wanted was to get off and the way her mate was so...teasingly licking her paw was driving her crazy. Unbeknownst to her she had once again began grinding her lap against her mate's out of instinct. She needed it. She needed to be bred. Gods above, her scent, her fur, her mate was perfectly teasing her. The scent of the room. Of how her mate's own arousal

mixed with hers, gods she loved it.

"hm...you really want it, foxy? But i'm still busy..."

"Princess I'll do anything."

With a wink, she leaned back, teasingly lifting a hindpaw to Trace's face before turning it over. Giving her a nice view

of her long, feminine legs as her whole body followed. She was on her front now, happily licking the mess from her paw and

facing away from Trace. Her legs kicked up out of habit, and she pretended to ignore Trace. Instead turning her attention to her paw cleaning.

Trace was confused. Surely her mate wasn't going to leave her high and dry? Beyond the happily kicking legs obscuring her vision trace saw it.

Her tail. erect, straight, standing up, not a natural position it falls in. It seemed...beckoning. Really? Eve glanced back and smiled. She knew the fox had the same idea as her.

"Your...tail?"

"I don't mind fur matting, dear...but I really need to clean this paw."

Tentatively Trace approached. She sat down on her mate's legs and wrapped her paws around the fuzzy offering her mate had provided. Indeed, it was soft and white. Thickly furred and fuzzed like the rest of her mate. It coiled and jerked as Trace played with it. Eve watched from over her shoulder.

"So should I just...?"

Eve nodded.

Trace gripped the tail by the tip and the base, and before looking to her mate for one final nod of approval, slid it inside of her.

Slowly, at first. It was a new feeling. It felt sort of like...masterbating with a feather duster.

It tickled her slightly as it penetrated her, and she pushed further.

Eve was not content to simply be used however, and now that her tail had found a foot hold she began to piston the thing in and out of her lover.

Trace gasped at this, once she saw what her lover was doing though, she spread her legs and gave her as much purchase as possible.

Her technique of just...tail fucking was rough and unpracticed, sure but pleasurable nonetheless.

Trace leaned back and rested her paws against her mate's ankles and relaxed. She let her mate does as she wished. Giving herself fully over to this wolf was a...kind of feeling that you can't really describe. It was hot, sure but it was more... Warm. Safe.

Trace's back arched as her mate hit a particularly pleasurable spot and she moaned. Loud enough to cause Eve's ears to lower! She dug her claws into the ankles that served as her supports and panted. Eve took the cue to pick the pace up of her tail-fucking though.

She began to thrust the thing in out of her mate not unlike a real cock. She brought it to the entrance, letting it hover just outside her spot before hilting the thing inside her. The rough pleasure, unrefined as it was, at least got Trace close. Trace looked skyward. Despite her view of the night sky being blocked by the ceiling she saw stars.

"Im gonna..."

"I know!"

Eve was watching from over her shoulder at the cute faces her mate was making. She gave it her all, awkwardly rubbing the tail around

her mate's insides trying to hit the spot, thrusting to and fro.

The tail had long since shrunk. The once fuzzy thing reduced to just the bone and a thin layer of fox-drenched fur but it served Trace well enough.

Eve leaned back, attempting to move her rump with her tail desperately clawing for more purchase until eventually she found it.

Trace let out a girlish scream of pleasure as she coated her mate's tail and yet another layer of fox juice, digging her claws into the ankles that supported her and curling her hindpaws from the sheer ecstasy. Eve's tail slowly wound down from its assault, until unfortunately it was removed. Causing the fox to whine exaggeratedly.

"I've always wanted to do that..."

Eve stretched under her mate and chuckled.

"You should have seen your face!

"nnnhn." Trace let herself fall back into the table and laughed with her mate. "It kind of tickled a bit."

"He he. Well did you like it?" Eve said as she sat up, standing over her now much sleepier mate. Bare paws crunching the aged deerskin carpet beneath her.

"It was...different. For sure." Trace put her arms behind her head and smiled.

"Well now I have to go wash off, miss frisky. Look at the mess you made! My tail is drenched!" Eve said with mock horror. She held her tail out towards her

mate and wagged it to and fro for emphasis, causing the smell of satisfied fox to waft about the room and unintentionally shaking her 'assets' about

as well.

Trace clapped her paws and laughed. "Yeah keep shaking that tail princess, I didn't get a good look! haha."

"Oh!" Eve tucked her tail between her legs and crossed crossed her arms, looking down her muzzle at her mate. "I'm no simple trollop like you no doubt usually philander with!"

"Oh hush you know i'm teasin'" Trace dismissively waived a paw, and stretched out on the table yawning.

"As am I! he he. Are you sleepy?"

"Bit."

"Well I'll let you rest, but I feel energized! I think I'll keep reading up on our voyeur." Eve brought a paw to her chin. "Do you think he's interested in us,or just interested in you?"

"Ahh. Can't say. I wouldn't really know. Maybe both." Trace crossed her legs and stared skyward, softly blinking as the warm abyss of sleep pulled her closer.

"Well if he shows up again ask him for me, I want to know if I should be expecting a night time visit as well."

Trace's eyes shot open and she sat up quickly gasping for breath. That's right! If she fell back asleep she could be pulled back into...whatever that kitsune's home was. And she would be vulnerable to him again!

"Tracey! Are you okay? What happened?" Eve was leaning on the table, over her mate.

"Uh. suddenly im not so sleepy. Funny."

"Tracey i'm a politician I know what a liar looks like. What's the real issue?" Eve crossed her arms. Despite her current predicament, Trace had to note she still carried herself very...elegantly. She was nude, smelled of vixen lady spunk, and covered in dust from rolling around on this ancient table with her. Yet she still seemed so...bright. So very proper. It was calming.

"I...uh. Man, you're good at this you know?"

"So they tell me. Now talk to me, what's got you worried?"

Trace dangled her legs over the edge of the table and idly twiddled her paws in her lap while she spoke. She never made eye contact,

just kept her muzzle angled toward the ground as if she was confessing to a priest.

"So...don't laugh. But Im scared I will...you know. Get taken advantage of by him again."

"Oh. Honey I don't mind. If he does, just go wild. Don't worry about it."

"...seriously? That easy?"

Eve shrugged and smiled. "Dear, my only competition is a god you have no idea how great I feel about all this."

"Uh. Thank you! I wasn't expecting you to be so...open minded about this." Trace scratched the back of her neck. "I figured you would be a bit more...not jealous but

um. Well i'm yours so I figured you would be more possessive about me."

Eve scritched at her arms and flipped her hair noncommittally.

"It bothers me a bit but...well I guess I have a male on the side too so it's only fair he he. Lets promise we won't be with any other two legged mortals but each other okay?"

Trace's ears pricked up at this and she smiled. "That works! Deal. Thieves honour."

"Thieves honour? Okaaay...Should I be worried about that?"

"Naaah. Just means I won't go back on my word. Hey, I love you alright?"

"ooh." Eve blushed and brought her forepaws to her chest. "I like when you say it! I love you too, foxy!"

Trace flipped over on her side, yawned, and closed her eyes. "I like it...too... Nyaahm."

"Sleep well, my love."

Eve sat about her research. Anxiously flipping through various tomes of nothing looking for anything related to foxes, kitsune, mythology or any of that such.

She found herself lost in a rhythm, reading along to the periodic soft intakes of breath her mate provided. As was her nature, she found herself off topic

and into the more lascivious lore of the vulpines. Specifically, she found herself a guide for young male foxes on the proper courting of a vixen. "Well enough!" She thought, Learning to better please her mate was something she shouldn't turn her nose up at.

Unfortunately such a tome provided little more than a mild distraction. 'Fox folk are of fine breeding stock. When seeking a vixen to release your humours into-' Ewww. 'One must assess such a strumpet has yet to be defiled in a particularly damaging manner. On the rare occasion one of the fine ladies (or boys) of red fur refuses your advances, remind them who they belong to and they will surely-' Eve cringed. Oh my god. This wasn't written for male fox's was it? Goodness how barbaric. At this Eve felt...guilt. Disgust. Anger. That her once noble race could stoop so low! Wolves used to be proud, now they just sat on their ivory throne looking down their muzzles... Like back in the times of Reyvan! The glorious general. Her mother had told her of his exploits. Holding out in a castle surrounded by real life fire breathing dragons! What glory they used to have! One day, she resolved, to see her race brought back to those days.

Poor Tracey! no wonder she held onto such anger...

Even braver still was Trace for accepting her offer to become her most trusted guard. People like Trace...wolves needed people like her. Pragmatic and strong, dependable, trustworthy. Maybe she had been a thief before but what choice did she have? What choice did wolves give her...she made the best of it anyway.

The way Trace would tell you she only stole from those rich enough not to miss it. Not a robin hood type figure per se but a thief with a conscience. She had a chance to kill her, back in the woods. Even though Eve pretty much symbolized everything she hated about wolves, the thought never even crossed her mind. Trace didn't see her as a wolf, but as a living being.

That was what attracted Eve to her in the first place. Despite their vastly different social statuses they retained much the same philosophy. That all species no matter what should be equal. Period, full stop, no other context needed. She was pretty hot, too. Mmf! Eve is far from a pervert but you have to admit...a nude vixen laying on a table is a pretty enticing sight.

With effort Eve ceased her voyeurism and got back to her original task. She slid off the table, and went to put her book back where she found it. On her way back she caught something out of her eye. A...red-covered book? Strange. Among all these musty, uniform black and tans.

Cautiously, she stuck her paw out and took the thing.

It was clean. Spotless in fact! Was this placed here? Simply, it was titled 'Magic Foxes' beyond that the cover gave nothing else away. There was no author listed, no date published. How odd...Eve pried the thing open.

'So you've been blessed with a talisman of the kitsune? This book is for you! Below you will find detailed and articulate diagrams, descriptions and the like for all your new abilities and instructions on how to properly control them, as well as proper etiquette for serving your new master. But before we begin, we must warn you, You had best honor your part of the deal! Kitsune are not kind to their enemies.'

Eve ran her paw down the page, quickly skimming to see what caught her eye until she ran upon a section titled "The Shameless"

'It is tradition for those in the employ of a kitsune to bare their fur for all to see and enjoy doing it. For foxes, sex is as natural as breathing. As a chosen representative of your species (Lucky!) you will be encouraged to dress immodestly and wear the least amount of clothing a self respecting pragmatic individual could get away with. If it's none, all the better! Note that if your overseer finds you lacking in this regard you may be punished. But why would you be? Its so fun for everyone involved!'

Eve glanced at her mate, still completely naked and peacefully napping. Come to think of it, Eve did think it was slightly odd Trace didn't even

ask for a moment to put on something before she tagged along...Eve could understand that tingly feeling you get when someone lays eyes on your fur all too well

so at the time she didn't think much of it. Could she just have...forgotten to dress herself? Hm...Well if enjoying showing off is something kitsune

prize so highly, Eve thought, perhaps she could see about signing up herself.

Eve flipped the page and lowered her paw once more, finding one with the heading 'common spells'

No...Trace should be reading this with her. Eve tucked the tome under her arm and silently tip-clawed up to her chambers, where she carefully placed it on the nightstand next

to her bed where it would remain until they had time. Once Eve had come back she noticed there to be daylight spilling in from the newly cleaned window.

"Trace...wake up." She gently shook the napping fox only to be answered with a throaty snore. Eve wrinkled her muzzle. She reached over her mate, looked into

her closed eyelids and with no small degree of self satisfaction, grabbed herself a large pawful of fox tit.

Trace's eyes shot open and yipped in alarm, instinctively batting away the invading paw before she saw there was nothing to fear, and pulling up her legs into her chest

for the sake of security. Only the pleased smirk of a wolf princess greeted her then. "It's time for your training" she said.

"Already...c'mon babe just a few more hours. Tell the cap im busy." Trace pouted and rubbed her tender teet. "And can't you be gentler next time? Gonna bruise me here."

"You have to keep a strict schedule now, remember? You agreed to this." Eve crossed her arms and smiled. "Come on please? I know you had a rough night but this would really mean alot to me..."

"Ahh! Alright. Can't give me that face and expect me to say no..." Trace brushed her arms free of the dust that had collected and yawned, stretching herself out

and giving her mate quite the unintentional show. "So I should go the yard, find that Rex fella. Right? Alright. Now?"

"Mmm...as much as I hate to say it, you should probably put something on first. You are...incredibly sexy, dear but having a nude fox walking around my

holdings may give off the wrong impression to visitors. Trust me when I say I wish it were different." Eve gave a wink.

"Something on...? Oh what! I...i'm not wearing anything!" Trace covered herself, or attempted to with her arms and looked up to eve sort with a sort of pleading expression. "Did anyone see us come from your room!? I feel like an idiot, good gods."

"Calm down, nobody saw us. And nobody will! Except maybe ludie but she won't care." Eve shook her head and smirked. "You're really cute when you're embarrassed."

"Was I like this the whole time! How is that possible I wouldn't have noticed earlier, not even the cold made me- is there something wrong with me?" Trace held her feeble attempt to cover up, much to the delight of her mate.

"No! Of course not, look at me. I'm flaunting my fur and i'm enjoying it." Eve spread her arms out in a t-pose, purposefully showing off as much of her thick, white fur coat as possible to the flabbergasted fox. "It's really not so bad! Liberating, you know."

"I feel like a trollop."

"Well you look like a queen."

"Mmh....okay. You got me there princess...that made me get those fuzzy feelings again. heh." Trace chuckled and closed her eyes, blood rushing to her cheeks

"But um...could you get my gear for me? Please?" Her whiskers twitched.

"Yes of course, love. Stay right here and I'll be back. And brush yourself off at least, you look like someone used you as a feather duster."

Eve happily skipped out the door, fluffy wolf tail a swishing.

Trace got up and dusted herself off as she was asked, and decided to take a quick peek out the window. The sun was just now coming up the east and most

of the castle was still in the shadow of its walls, still yet she could make out the beginnings of the wolves down below starting their day. Smoke from the kitchen,

a small campfire near the gate...probably a campfire anyway, a small troop of soldiers or guards or whatever patrolling by the gate. The usual.

It occurred to her that this place was all really...hers. Kind of anyway. She was the mate of the princess, so basically she had the whole castle too.

What a delightful thought...a legion of wolves ready to do her bidding. That, or....hm. There were opportunities here she hadn't really considered.

It was entirely possible for her to just...bail. Just jump a wall and run from all this, of course. After she stole something. There had to be something

in here worth taking, surely the mongrel couldn't have taken everything valuable she had on that stagecoach.

Now that...that would be a story for the ages. She would go down in legend. The thief that stole a kingdom, and the heart of its owner. Glorious. All that money...all that power. She could take back her city for herself. Keep it for herself, and she could make war on the one who actually put her in this position. Hiram Briggs. The father of the princess, the one that's responsible for so much evil, so much poverty and filth. Her city would be much better off with him out of the picture, but to do that she needed...

Wait. Oh god, Trace felt sick. She was not a thief anymore! by the gods, what illogical line of reasoning was that? No, she was here because she cared for Eve. Not for anything ulterior, she was reformed. Reformed! She told herself. Trace punched the stone wall nearest the window and bared her teeth. She was not that person. She never was, she was never greedy she stole because it was the only way to make decent money.

But still...being here now...she could taste that power on the wind. All of that was so close...

What if...what if she didn't have the power to resist this urge? What if one day, her greed got the better of her...and she...

tears appeared in her eyes at the thought. She would never in a million years dream of hurting her true love.But...what if one day she just...saw the gold and couldn't help it? Trace cared for Eve without a doubt. Was that worth the risk? Was it selfish of her to be here at all, knowing that she may snap one day and just...take. Trace shuddered.

Maybe she wasn't cut out for this job after all.

"How drab."

Trace turned around, and time seemed to become...tangible. She stood in the same place she had been, but all the dust in the air had frozen, the shadows

from the window did not follow her as she moved. She was in a different place but the same place. There was no longer a drafty breeze flowing, everything had simply ceased.

"Fighting against your evil nature only to be good at the end, I've seen this a thousand times before. Don't think you're so special."

Trace was face to face with him once more, the white kitsune. Still in his usual attire of nothing at all. He had his arms crossed, and glared at her from his position leaning on the table.

"Oh...so I guess I don't just have to worry about you bothering me when I sleep, but all the damn time."

"I missed you too, my love." He stepped forward, and put his paw on her shoulder. "Always the rebel. It's really quite endearing..."

Trace pushed his paw away and flashed her teeth "Just say what you got me here for and go. And don't call me love."

"Oh hush, I do! I think you and I could make an adequate couple." He turned around and give a wink from over his shoulder before resting his elbows on

the table and shaking his tails in her direction. "See? I'm just like your girlfrieeeeend." He gave an exaggerated girlish giggle and lifted his tails, exposing his no doubt well

trafficked behind to her in its entirety.

Trace held her paw over eyes and turned her head away.

Seeing this, the kitsune turned around and jumped back on the table, crossing his legs, and resting his muzzle on his forepaw in a mocking thoughtful gesture.

Trace glared.

"Whaaat? Come on! Aren't I cute?" He batted his feminine eyelashes for effect.

Trace returned only silence.

"Ugh. You're playing hard to get. Why do women always do this? See, this is why I usually go for other males. Least men are loyal.

I could be so good for you, you know. I'm not just a typical male, i'm a kitsu-"

"Yeah you're a kitsune. Magic, Tails, Woopdy shit." Trace interrupted. "You still sound like a child throwing a tantrum when his toy gets taken away."

"...That hurts, Tracey. But I forgive you because I love you." He held his paws to his heart and pouted.

"No you don't, we barely even know each other, and besides i'm already taken. Why are you acting so childish?" Trace put her paws on her hips.

If he was going to act like a spoiled brat she would treat him like one.

"Taken? Yeah by the dog fucker. Who cares about that freak?" he laughed dismissively "I'm every woman's dream. Why-"

"Watch your mouth, kitsune" Trace stepped forward, paw clenched.

"Oooh she's angry? What are you gonna do, strike me? I could erase your entire existence with a tail flick sweetie don't try me. I have to say though... That fire in your eyes is...I can see it. It's very, very hot. Pun intended"

Trace stopped. She didn't reply, but she stared daggers into the male's eyes.

"In fact, this is why I like you, look at you about to defend the honor of your mate even though its definitely a losing battle." He stood, and skipped over to her. Standing so near his nose was almost touching. Trace noted he stood significantly shorter than her, his nose reaching up to her chin "Yes, before you ask, I saw her give you permission for us to be a thing. I know i'm a little bit out of your league..."

"Im not interested."

"Our lady said-"

"But im saying...im not interested."

"You're not...Grrr We'll see." The kitsune grabbed Trace by her shoulder, and threw her. As if her body had a will of its own she found herself braced against that same table and in a very compromising position. Her forearms were on the table itself and her posterior rose as if invisible paws gripped along her thighs. She was exposed to the wandering gaze of her captor once again, but this time she was held against her will. There were no visible restraints holding her down but whenever she tried to remove, to resist her limbs did not obey. She was stuck."Let me go, demon! I'm not your plaything!" She spoke through gritted teeth.

"So you say, yet here you are presenting yourself like the harlots you so despise..." He ran his paws across her back, and Trace could hear his breathing. Labored, quick intakes of breath.

Trace could smell his scent. His stench. Vulpine arousal, and strong arousal at that.

"If I could get up, and bash that smug face of yours in, you know I would!" Trace weakly thrashed against her invisible bonds. The formless tether did not weaken, she cried out. Despite her predicament there would be no way in hell she would let this coward beat her.

"Tssk are you always this angry? See, that's very unbecoming of a lady. You should be grateful, I in my infinite benevolence have not smited you out of this plane of existence." He walked around her and sat himself down near her head. With a surprising tenderness, he ran his paw through her hair. "Still, you resist. This exercise is becoming quite arduous. I could have any other woman on this planet, I chose you and you see fit to...spit in my face? You are blessed. A lion among sheep, in that we are similar. I cannot fathom why you would resist my offer of mateship."

"I guess I just prefer my partners to not be rapists. Rey is an animal, and I would still prefer him as a husband to you." Trace met his eyes and her anger grew.

This son of a bitch was no different than the wolves that held her city in their iron paw, only he was doing it to her. In him he saw that same mindset. The entitlement. Just because he had the fortune to be born in the purple...

"You dare! You disgusting whore!" The kitsune slammed his paw into the table and gripped her by the neck, turning her head to him and forcing her to maintain eye contact. "I am the creator of our species, that you would associate me with a common mutt is nothing short of blasphemy! Grr you're lucky I enjoy what little entertainment watching you gallivant around like the slum rat

in a wedding dress you are. It's...funny. Watching you flail around with that disgusting mate of yours, no idea how to handle yourself." The kitsune slowly

exhaled and once more brought his paw to rub her head. Trace flicked her ears and stared him down. "I'm...sorry I got emotional there, my love but you must understand the lengths I go to in order to accommodate your barbed tongue. I will allow you to make it up to me. I want to mate you again."

"No!" Trace began her thrashing once more, attempting to break the table if nothing else. "No, I refuse, not again! Not again demon!" Trace's head began darting around looking for anything she might find to free herself from her invisible restraints but finding nothing.

The kitsune stood, displaying his rapidly hardening member to the immobile vixen. Red tip prominently displayed.

Trace banged against the table and whined. "See, my love...you have such an enticing effect..."

"No! Please..." Shit think quick. Okay...this prick was vain, he was a god had an actual god complex he was what else was he...he...said he cared for her. No he doesn't obviously but...okay in the bounds of a business transaction. Pragmatically think pragmatically....uh.

Ah, she got it!

The kitsune had trotted around behind her, and was leaning over her whispering into her ear when she spoke up.

"Wait!"

"Grr. What now...?"

"If you do this, right now...I'll never stop fighting. I'll never stop trying to resist you and I would rather die than be the plaything of you... but if you wait, and allow me to initiate this on my terms...I will be your willing partner."

At this the kitsune paused. He rubbed her shoulders as he contemplated, gripped her tail as he thought..."You will be my mate?"

Trace cringed. She hoped he wouldn't use that word...

"Yes..."

"Interesting...you continue to surprise me, my love. I thought I was the one who made the deals. Very nice...but this unfortunately only makes me want to claim you more."

The kitsune moved his paws to her hips, and leaned forward resting his sheathe and pre drooling cock on her rump. "Any finale feeble arguments or shall I just save

us both the trouble and take you now?"

"I'll mate with you without hesitation if I get to choose when, please I swear to you I am good on my word." Trace looked back over her shoulder and was met with the exposed maleness of her 'suitor' still being ground across her back fur.

"Uuugh...Maybe I will accept, if I get to choose how I take you, in whatever position, ways and as many times as I want"

"Yes, yes that's fine, that's fair. Whatever you want, however you want just not like this..."

"Fine. If only to cease your whining. I'll be expecting to hear from you soon, my love..." Thankfully, trace felt the heat of a male's

organ being withdrawn from her back fur. "Soon! Now.... I wonder how you lot have forgotten such basic things? No matter."

Trace dug her claws into the table, scratching it up as she breathed a sigh of relief, and time was back to normal. The usual ebb and flow had changed just like that

She heard birds outside begin to chirp once more, and felt the gentle breeze blowing through the castle. A reminder she was back home and safe...finally. She didn't need to look to know her

wanna-be mate had vanished in his usual way. Ah, and the telltale tip-tapping of feminine pawsteps down the stairs. Eve...

"Good gods above, what happened to you?" She was carrying Trace's gear, and threw it on the table as she ran over to her flabbergasted mate.

"Hey, uh Trace are you okay? What happened?" Trace was much the same as she had been before but the room smelled faintly of sex and she had this...

dejected look on her face. Eve knew something was wrong too, because she was leaning over the table in a fashion that couldn't be comfortable at all.

"...This fucking guy..."

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The sponge went along Trace's shoulder blades, the sudsy warmth was comforting. Warm bath water recently heated from a kitchen fire. Royal stuff!

Very comfy. At her house nobody ever wasted firewood on bathwater. "Don't worry about Rex" Eve had said. "Let me pamper you." Trace took the offer, she enjoyed a good round of fighting as much as the next gal sure but sometimes gods you just needed to relax.

Oh and did Eve provide relaxation! She had never felt quite so prince-ly in her life. She had ludmilla, that servant girl cleaning up her toe claws and paws. Eve worked her shoulders and pretty much did everything you would expect her to do. She was so kind about it, she whispered how what Trace had to deal with was such "Unorthodox" as she worked out the knots in her shoulders and that women should never have to deal with this kind of pressure.

Or something like that, Trace wasn't really listening. She had her head leaned back in the soft embrace of arctic wolf fur she had so grown to enjoy and just let her mind wander, quite contentedly. She thought about all of this, how it all began, how bad she felt for even speaking that way to Eve in the first place, her regret when she regressed earlier today, how...great of a person Eve was in general. She was a bit naive sure but damn if you ever found a better shoulder to cry on you must be in heaven. She had a raw deal though, getting stuck in this relatively crappy little place compared to her father's castle. Trace would make the best of it, she would try and help out here anyway she can. Gods know Eve deserves it.

"Are you listening?" Trace felt a little bump on her head as her mate tapped her out of her chill-induced fugue.

"Yeah sure babe...go on. Right there..."

"Then what did I just say?" She leaned over Trace's shoulders and met her eyes. "Repeat it, word for word."

"Uh..."

"Yeah that's right, pay attention. Heh heh" Eve scrubbed a few suds off her mate's head and lightly bit her on the ear in a blind attempt to break the vixen out of her rusty cage of relaxation. "I said...that you need to do this more often. Having clean, healthy fur is huge. Especially now! I can't have you looking like you just walked out of a slummy bar if we get a visitor from the southern province or something, think of how bad I would look!"

"Are you kiddin? I never wanna leave..." Trace flexed her paws and the servant at the other end of the tub scrubbed dubiously, and turned her heard pretending

not to be listening. "Man I ain't felt this good in years, your girl down there can really work that file- thing. Whatever she's got."

"It's a rock we use to scrub away that dirt that gets in the hard to reach places in your paws." Ludmilla spoke up. "It's really just basic self-care."

"Ludie! You're speaking to my mate, speak properly." Eve cut in.

"I...apologize, my lady. I apologize to you as well, my lady." Ludmilla punctuated her remark by making a specifically hard rock-stroke against her sole. Trace winced.

"Ey! Uh hey it's alright...I'm still getting used to it too."

Eve tucked her legs up underneath her to gain a bit of height, and leaned over into the tub as she scrubbed trace's tummy. Seizing the opportunity, Trace reached a paw out of the tub groped her mate's rump, causing Eve to jump a bit and splash about, drenching herself. Eve yipped as she pulled herself out of the tub and glared at her mate, who in return gave her a cheeky smile.

"eeek! Come on!" Eve giggled and took a small hand towel to her forearms. "You can't do that now you have to wait until we're alone...Sorry, ludie."

The servant in question was wiping her face clear of the bath water and nodded in answer. "I think it's best if I tend to my other duties, I will bid you

both goodbye, my ladies."

"Yeah see you." Trace waved a paw dismissively.

"Oh okay, hey if you see the chef tell him to make us something good, okay? We're being hedonistic today!"

Ludmilla bowed respectfully and left, leaving the lovers alone.

"Ahh I guess that's good enough..." Trace stood and reached for the towel, wiping herself clean and stretching proudley to the delight of her lover

who happily clapped in response.

"Looks great to me, love. Hey don't put on anything and just let your fur air dry. It works wonders for mine!" Eve turned sideways and extended a leg, planting her forepaws

on her hips, taking great pride in showing off her well kept pure-white arctic fur. "Sexy right?"

"Very sexy." Trace rubbed her head with the towel. "I feel like only you can get away with that, though."

"Naah trust me, don't dry off all the way just let it happen naturally. You'll make the natural colours pop better." Eve turned her back to her mate and leaned forward,

showing off how bright the fur on her back was...and other places.

"I feel like you're just trying to get me to stay naked."

"Mmm foiled again by the beautiful vixen thief, you've discovered my plan, my love." Eve sauntered up to her mate and teasingly poked her in the chest. "How terrible! What ever shall I do...oh wait, I could just...ask you to stay undressed. With me. I would feel more comfortable if I had company..."

"Wait seriously? You already started this? I thought you were gonna wait to start being nude in public."

"I figured...fuck it. That's what you would say, right? Fuck it? So yeah, fuck it. Im the princess. I love my fur, I want people to see it." Eve lifted her paws above her head making a point to push her tits out for Trace's viewing pleasure. "I'll just tell people that my fur is more beautiful

than any royal attire ever could be, at least I think so. If they have a problem, well...that's tough. I make the rules around here."

"...Jesus you're hot." Trace fixed her eyes on her mate's form, who made a point of twisting about for her to take in every inch of exposed fur.

"Thanks. Anyway...the main problem I had was that I was afraid of people wanking to me. I'm...really not now." Eve scritched her forearms "I don't know, being with you makes me feel

like it's not even anything to worry about because I'll always have you to come home to."

"Yeah. Yeah people will definitely wank to you..."

"So. I guess I'm- Oh wow do you really think so? Is that bad?" Eve held her paws together and looked down, embarrassed. Gods it was cute...

"No! It's great, and if anybody decides to get too pawsy I'll be there to stop em" Trace flexed her muscles and winked. "Hey I say if you really feel more comfortable like this, im behind ya. Every step of the way."

"Thank you so much!" Eve let out a little girlish squee and clapped her paws. "Gods I love youuuuu"

"I love you too, princess."

"Eee! Okay. Woo. I'm excited now! Gosh I'm excited. I've always wanted to do this, now i'm actually doing it? Oh, hey you didn't answer my question..."

"I didn't?"

Eve crossed her arms and looked up to her mate hopefully "I'm going to go and speak publicly soon, in a week-ish. I'm gonna do it naked, are you gonna be naked too?"

"Uh...I dunno princess, that's not really my bag." Trace scritched behind her neck uncomfortably and shrugged.

"Pleaaaaaassseeeee" Eve's eyes widened and she did the...thing. The puppy dog thing that you can't say no to. Damnit...

"Come on babe that ain't fair..."

Eve starred her mate down, moving her lips into the pouty expression they do.

"Awwwwww okay! How do you even do that...?"

"Really?" Eve's eyes lit up and she almost tackled Trace in a hug. "Oh my god, this is it, this is it! We're changing things!"

Trace didn't even have time to speak before she felt her lovers lips on hers and that invading tongue in twinning with her own. Trace happily returned the favour,

having a mini tongue duel inside the maw of her lover and making loud lip-schmaking sounds echo throughout the bathroom as one tongue fought to get above the other.

Trace rested her paws on her mate's hips and closed her eyes. These wolves are always so emotional...

"Hey." Eve had pulled off, leaving Trace confused and slightly disappointed. "We got the rest of the day to just relax and take everything in, anything specific you

want to do?"

"Well...I've always wanted to ride a horse."

"You've never ridden a horse? Oh my gosh. I know what we're doing today! How come you've never ridden a horse?"

"Leeets see. First you gotta buy a house big enough for a stable, then you gotta buy the horse, then you got to buy food for the horse, then you got to buy a saddle, then you-"

"Okay okay point made, we got quite a few stabled at the guard house. You wanna just pick one and go riding?" Eve seemed giddy. She was

positively bunny hopping around with excitement. "I know this great place out in the woods we can go, oh my god. This is gonna be so fun!"

"Princess slow down, I don't know how to ride a horse. Don't you have to kind of like, kick it or something? I'm not sure how."

"Hm...okay first i'm gonna teach you how to ride it, then we're gonna ride! Oh man, this is gonna be great. This is gonna be great!"

Trace shrugged. She hadn't even said yes yet and Eve was already planning out their route for them to take...still, seeing how happy this made her...

how could she refuse?

"Alright babe, when we leavin?"