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The portal closed behind Loona as she realized there'd been a mistake. She was supposed to come out the other end in a town with the others, and all around her was thick and verdant forest and Blitzo and the gang were nowhere to be seen.

The hellhound turned around to exit the way she came, only to realize she'd forgotten to bring the book with her.

"Fuck." She growled, her fluffy tail swishing angrily as she paced around. She got out her phone to call them, only to quickly notice that, of course, there was no reception out in the middle of wherever-this-was.

"Fuck!"

Loona threw up her hands, barely restraining herself from punching a tree. After pacing around and cursing to herself for a bit, she'd managed to calm herself down enough to form a plan. A few paces out from her position, there was a path cutting through the woods. A path meant people, and a place to stay and wait for the gang to find her. Loona walked onto the path and started following it, keeping her eyes peeled for any sign of civilization.

Ideally, she'd reach a place with better cell reception so she could call the others and have them pick her up, but finding shelter came first. A little ways down, Loona saw something that made her ears perk up: a gray plume of smoke rising out from between the treetops. Smoke meant a fire, and a fire meant a fireplace... or a campfire. Either way, it meant there was someone out there and she had a way out of this mess.

Rushing towards the smoke, she kept to the path so she wouldn't get lost now that safety and possible escape was so, so close. Along the way she came to a bridge over a little creek, another sign of habitation; things were looking up for once. Just when she was getting tired of all the walking, she saw it: a big, cozy looking forest lodge. Its red brick chimney was the source of the smoke Loona had been following, and its walls were made of a deep chocolate-brown wood. Out front, there was a stack of firewood next to a pair of white deck chairs on the porch.

"Yes! Finally!" Loona said, breaking into a sprint towards the house. By the time she'd reached the door, the excitement had gone to her head and she grabbed the doorknob before even thinking about knocking. And to her surprise, the door opened. Loona didn't permit herself to think about that, she just went right on in. Inside, she closed the door behind her and leaned back against the wall, panting. After catching her breath, she perked her ears up at the sound of music playing in another room.

Looking around, Loona found herself in a rustic living room with a bookshelf packed with thick hardcover novels and field guides, a leather armchair sitting in front of a lit fireplace, an old double-barrel shotgun decorating the mantlepiece. In front of the fireplace, a husky lay curled up and asleep on the rug. The presence of the dog didn't bother Loona; if it wasn't alarmed by her coming in, it wouldn't be a problem as long as she was discreet.

"Nice place..." She muttered, taking cautious steps towards the kitchen. Loona hadn't been stranded in the woods that long, but it was long enough to work up an appetite. Opening the fridge, she was delighted to see it was fully stocked. Her tail wagged as she looked over the goods- fruit preserves, sausages, leftover soup in a bowl... Loona grabbed some of the sausages and heated them up, then took her meal with her into the den where she lounged on the couch as she ate. The sausages were delicious, spicy and savory, with the skin giving each bite a firm snap. The hellhound was licking her fingers when she realized someone had walked into the room and was looking at her.

"Caught red-handed" she thought as she glanced up at the stranger.

Looking down at her was a short fox fella with long blonde hair and gray fur, with white markings on his face. He was dressed in a similarly effeminate manor, with a green field coat worn open to reveal a white tank top and... a red kilt. And the revolver hanging at his hip wasn't enough to keep Loona from smirking at the sight of him. This girly weirdo was the one living out here? She was picturing a rugged lumberjack type; oh how she'd missed the mark.

"Hey, I got lost in the woods." She said casually, meeting his confused stare with an attempt at a friendly smile, "Hope you don't mind me dropping in; I'm just gonna be here until I can call my friends so don't worry, okay?"

"The people around here usually ask before eating out of people's fridge." He said, crossing his arms. "Ah, but who is my unannounced guest?" A bemused smile spread across his face, though Loona could tell he was still annoyed at the intrusion. "I'm Ansgar, and welcome to my home... though it's a bit late for that."

He laughed at his own remark, she didn't.

"Loona," The hellhound said, sitting up on the couch.

"I was supposed to meet up with some friends in town, but the portal-I mean something happened and I got lost in the woods."

She said, figuring it'd be best to keep the nature of her arrival a secret for now. Besides, she didn't know this guy well enough to tell him about the book and its magic. And it wasn't like she was sticking around long enough for him to find out.

"Ah... you came here with friends? Is there a chance I might know them?" Ansgar said, taking off his hat and hanging it up.

"Nah, we're all from out of... wherever this place is" Loona got up and paced around the room before stopping to check if that dog was still asleep, and to her relief it was.

"Germany," He answered, "You must be quite a ways from home, yes?"

"You can say that, yeah." Loona said, checking her phone to see if this little shack had any wi-fi... and whether it was too soon after breaking into this guy's house to ask what the password was. Much to her disappointment, there was still no signal.

"Then where are you from?" Ansgar put his coat on the rack just beneath his hat.

"Yeah, about that..." She looped a lock of her white hair around her finger as she spoke. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Ansgar crossed his arms, muzzle opening in a bemused smile. "Try me."

"I'm from hell, all my friends are from hell."

As soon as the words left Loona's lips, the fox started laughing.

"Ah, you must be an American with a sense of humor like that."

Her fur bristled. Loona didn't expect him to believe her but she didn't expect him to take it so... flippantly.

"Yeah...let's go with that, I'm a funny American..." She said, rolling her eyes.

"And might I say... quite a pretty one~" Ansgar said, casting a flirty little glance her way. The comment caught Loona off guard... was this guy seriously flirting with her? After catching her in his place uninvited?

"Woah there, little guy..." Loona said, "I just need to use your phone, call my friends, and I'll be out of your way as soon as they can come get me, okay?"

The hellhound wanted to let him down gently, though part of her was toying with the idea of using his attraction to her advantage. If she needed to, she could totally charm the fox into hosting her for a couple days. Ansgar's expression darkened upon hearing the 'little guy' crack but he was quickly back to smiling.

"Well be my guest, then." He said, sitting down in the armchair. "You've made yourself at home already, no harm in letting you use the phone."

He pointed down the hall at a black landline phone on the wall in the kitchen. "It's right in there, call whoever you like."

"Thanks, shorty" Loona said, heading into the kitchen. She'd turned away from him before she could see it, but Ansgar's smile tensed when she called him that. His fingers dug into the arms of his chair. She'd struck a nerve, and without knowing it she'd come a little bit closer to wearing her dubious welcome out.

Loona dialed up Blitzo and leaned against the wall as she listened to the dial tone. When she heard his voicemail message, she silently mouthed the words 'oh fuck off'. Apparently she still had some bad luck in the tank, though things were at least looking up.

"Hey Blitz... I got separated from the gang and I need you to come pick me up before you leave Germany... I'm in the woods and I'll call you when I get an address from this guy. Bye."

Loona hung the phone up, the receiver making a soft click in its dock. Now all she could do was wait for him to get back to her and press that weirdo fox for details on where this cabin was. The maddening notion that she'd have to charm some extra help out of Ansgar stuck in the back of Loona's mind. He wasn't a bad looking guy, but he was far from her type. Too short, too rural, and there was just something odd about the guy though she couldn't quite pin the specific flavor of odd down.

"Hey buddy?" He called to him from the kitchen, "It's gonna be a while before he calls back, you don't mind me hanging out here for a couple hours do you?"

"Of course not!" Ansgar replied. "Just... no more comments about my height." He mumbled.

"What was that?"

Ansgar slouched in his seat. "Ah... nevermind. Make yourself comfortable."

Loona nodded as she went back to the couch and slouched down with a sigh. She propped her feet up on the arm of the couch, flexing her toes as she permitted herself to relax in this strange house. She caught Ansgar staring at her paws, though he quickly looked away when he noticed she was looking at him. Lip curled in a mix of bemusement and a little bit of disgust... well more than a little bit; she called him out.

"You like my paws, ya little weirdo?"

Ansgar was blushing, still looking away as he flicked his tail nervously.

"Er... they're cute. You're quite the attractive wolf if I may say so." He said, glancing back at her with a meager smile.

Loona 's ears flattened back, grimacing as their eyes met. She tried to look away but something about those deep forest green eyes kept her gaze focused on them.

"Shall I get you something to drink?" Ansgar said, and Loona impulsively nodded. He got up to fetch her something and she sat there, trying to process the awkwardness she was feeling. The fox came back with a bottle of wine and a couple glasses. He poured some of the red drink into one of the glasses and handed it to her with a flourish, like they were at a dinner party and she was being served.

"Drink." Ansgar said, and Loona hesitated before bringing the glass to her lips. He watched her take the first sip, the wine was bittersweet and delicate with a fruity and floral aftertaste, though she wasn't the sort to really appreciate the subtle notes of wine tasting, she mostly drank to get wasted. As she drank, she felt a warmness spread through her chest and down into her belly, the cabin around her felt brighter and softer, and she wondered if she was already buzzed off one glass of wine.

"How is it, liebling?" Ansgar said.

"Mmm... nice." The hellhound finished her glass and without thinking, held it out to the fox for him to refill it. She could feel the tension of the day just flow out of her, and finally she could take a deep breath and relax. As she breathed out, her top rode just a little higher than it did before, showing more of her belly, though Loona didn't notice as she drank.

"And how do you feel?" The fox was watching her, and Loona watched the colors of the room turn warm and soft, each hue softly flowing around the edge of each object like watercolors that hadn't had time to dry yet. Ansgar's voice echoed, and Loona felt lightheaded.

"Nnn... What did you put in this?" She tried to stand up but lost balance, dropping back onto the couch with a weighty thump. Loona rubbed her head, trying to get ahold of herself, to focus... but her thoughts were fuzzy and getting harder to pin down.

"Me?" Ansgar scoffed, then chuckled warmly, approaching her with outstretched arms as if to embrace her.

"Oh my liebling, you must be tired. Let's get you up to bed, you'll feel better after some rest."

Loona squirmed back against the couch, resisting him at first, but she found herself slumping forward into the fox's arms and bracing herself against him. Just a few glasses and she felt like she'd gotten hammered.

"Nnn... make it stop." She mumbled as he pulled her up to her feet.

"Steady, that's a good girl." Ansgar said, helping her take a few staggering steps towards the stairs.

Good girl. Those two words bounced around the inside of Loona's head. Had she been sober, she no doubt would have decked that fox right in his smug face but now... it felt good to hear that... Comforting, even.

"What'd you do to me?" She slurred as they reached the foot of the stairs. "My head feels... funny. Hard to think..."

"Then don't think, liebling." He said, patting her on the head with gentle condescension. Loona blinked and looked around as they reached the top of the stairs. Everything looked to have been tinged pink and there was a sugary taste in the back of her mouth. Don't think. But she had to get out of there. She'd been given a spiked drink, this weirdo fox was kidnapping her or... something. She'd already lost her train of thought, being distracted by him opening a door and easing her through it.

"Good girl. Take it easy now."

Loona opened her mouth to speak but only a soft groan came out. She felt tired, the room around her was a blur of warm colors before coming into some semblance of focus. There was a little guest bed with a quilt, wooden walls, a nightstand and a dresser. Ansgar gently sat her down on the bed and kept her there as she squirmed in a feeble attempt at resistance before finally just laying down on that soft mattress and relaxing.

"Good girl." He said again, and Loona repeated those two words.

"What... you do to me?" She muttered, staring up at her with half-closed eyes.

"It's something to teach you some manners, liebling." He said. "You're a gorgeous little pup but you need an attitude adjustment if you're going to stay here."

"Fuck you..." Loona huffed, crossing her arms. "I don't wanna stay here...anyway... I'm just lost..." Even then, she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt, this guy was nice to her at first... or was it the drink putting that idea in her head?

"That's what I mean." The fox said, firm but not angry. "You're lucky I'm so patient. With some work, you'll make a fine wife."

"Wife?" Loona said, unable to suppress a nervous giggle. "Me?"

"Of course. All good girls want to be wives. Don't tell me you never considered settling down before."

Loona tried to think of a time she considered that... only for her memories to turn foggy as she tried. The words 'Don't think' echoed in her mind again.

"I dunno..."

Ansgar smiled and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. "Well I'll help you make up your mind. First, let's get you into something more appropriate."

Loona closed her eyes, and then some time later she felt herself be pulled to one side of the room, where she stood in front of an open closet full of women's clothing, with a standing mirror pointed at her from the corner. She felt a chill between her legs, and upon looking down she found that her skirt and panties had already been taken off. Sticking her tail between her legs, she let out a little whimper of confusion, only to hear Ansgar whisper in her ear. Why was his voice so soothing?

The fox gripped her shirt and she reflexively raised her arms, helping him take it off. Mere seconds later she had been stripped naked, completely vulnerable. She felt like a spectator outside herself, vacantly watching as Ansgar dressed her in a black lacy bra and panties and whispered sweet nothings into her ear.

Good Girl.

You'll look so pretty.

She was brought back to something resembling awareness when she felt a dark gray nylon stocking be pulled up her leg.

"Let's pick that leg up, good girl." He said, and Loona picked up her leg, letting him tug the stocking up her leg. The feeling of cool, smooth nylon sent a shiver up her back. Then, he put the other one on and she couldn't help but rub her thighs together, the gentle shuffling of nylon on nylon helping her focus on what the fox was telling her.

"A good girl looks pretty for her man."

Loona repeated the mantra; each word like the turn of a screw, driving the lesson further into her mind. She already thought she looked pretty, but as she stared at herself in the mirror she definitely saw an improvement... though was she alway so... curvy? She definitely didn't remember her breasts being so big and perky, nor her hips and ass so thick. But... How did that happen? She shook her head, forcing the mist out of her thoughts. Things were clearing up, but still there was a lingering bubbly haze; complex ideas and memories dissolving into blissful nothing.

She was so silly sometimes, almost forgetting she was dropped off at this fox's house by her friends. But that didn't feel right... She was lost, and if she tried really hard she could remember being out in the woods and.

"A good girl has a clear and clean mind." Ansgar said, stroking his hands up and down her softening midsection. "A good girl doesn't trouble herself with negative thoughts."

And so she didn't. He took her and spun her around to face her, though she still had to look down at him. She was blushing, feeling both exposed and perfectly comfortable in her lingerie with him.

"Give me a kiss, honey." Ansgar said, and he stood up on his tip-toes and tugged her head closer, pushing into a rough kiss. Loona moaned softly as he pulled back, leaving a tingling sensation on her lips. And then she noticed the swelling; her lips were getting bigger, taking on a deep, black shine as they filled out. Little by little, they became a pair of soft, plump, kissable lips that naturally rested in a sultry pout.

Ansgar reached down, stroking his fingers all over her nylon-clad legs, eliciting an honest gasp from Loona as the warmth of his gentle touch bled through the fabric. His touch felt so good--why did it feel SO good?

She bit her lower lip as he ran his hands down toward her feet, then back up to her crotch, the poor girl trembling all the while. As he directly applied pressure to her nylon-wreathed mound, Blair whined in excitement, her tail wagging behind her. This guy was something else!

"You have such pretty little paws... show them to me." He said.

"Ahh... Y-Yes." She stammered, sitting back down and lifting her legs to show off her paws and their soft black pads.

The fox ran his fingers over her sole, gently massaging them along with her toes, the soft gray nylon enhancing every sensation and making the unease just melt out of her. Loona's mouth was agape as he rubbed at her pretty feet, her toes flexing and curling subconsciously.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" He said, putting one hand on her rump as he continued the massage with his other.

"Y-yes!" She blurted out, a little more forcefully than she'd intended. It just felt THAT good. As he continued the massage, his one hand sliding down to her rear end, she pushed it out to give him an easier time.

"Bet you've never been touched like this before, no?" He slipped his hand around and rubbed up and down her ass.

"Never...gosh, this feels so good~" Loona cooed, feeling like the tension wasn't the only thing leaving her. Her head was numb, as if the only thing her body wanted to focus on was the pleasure that nice fox was inflicting on her. As he groped her ass, she felt strange. Had her butt always been that big? He was grabbing big, indulgent handfuls of it, and her whole body felt so... fluffy and soft. Her formerly slender frame was now like a fertility idol: Double D tits, a pudgy belly, wide hips, and a big, round peach shaped ass.

"Ohh...I'm sorry I ever doubted you, you're amazing..." The hellhound whined, eyes half-lidded in pleasure as he groped and felt all over her body. Everything felt so strange, but it was a good kind of strange. Her now-heavy chest bounced with every squeeze and rub from his hand, looking like the perfect pair for breastfeeding. Why that thought came to mind was unclear...

Ansgar gave one of her nipples a playful little tweak through the fabric of her bra, eliciting a squeal of surprise and pleasure from his hellhound thrall, then he took both her feet in her hands and lifted them up, nuzzling his black nose into her soft soles, taking in her womanly scent.

His nose gently tickled her soft paws, and she couldn't help but giggle in an oh-so feminine way. She whined with pleasure, closing her toes around his snout, letting him take another indulgent whiff of her girly sole.

"Good girl... you've cleaned up rather well, haven't you?"

Loon blinked, then glanced down at herself, those soft curves... womanly in a classic, almost nostalgic way. They were new to her... but also weirdly fitting.

"Heh... I guess I did!" Loona giggled. Her smile faltered a bit as a bittersweet memory of what she used to look like floated up, her old thin self and her new, zaftig body clashed, which one was the real her?

"You alright, babe?" Ansgar said, still playfully rubbing and massaging at her paws.

"I...did you like me when I was...you know?" She was blushing as she struggled to articulate herself. Silly girl. She was such a silly girl.

"You're thinking too much." He smiled, wagging his finger at her. "If a thought makes you feel bad, what do you do?"

"Don't think." She said. The words came out so quickly as to be automatic. That particular lesson had been drilled deeply into her, and already that apparition of her old appearance was being pushed out of her memory, though that strange feeling of having lost something remained, leaving an unwelcome taste in the back of her mouth.

"That's a good girl." Ansgar patted her on the head in a condescending, yet clearly affectionate way. Her ears folded back as she let him brush his fingers through her white hair. A faint whimper of pleasure escaped her lips.

"You up to try on clothes? I don't think your old ones quite fit." The fox said, patting her belly with his other hand.

Loona pondered his question as she patted over her pudgy belly. "Yeah, I guess." She liked that outfit, too. Already, the fox was getting something out of a box in the closet. His big hips swished playfully side to side as he brought out a forest green dirndl with a black leather corset and white low-cut top. She thought of something funny to say about the dress but an instant later she'd forgotten about it, something about oktoberfest night at the club...

Ansgar hopped up on his tiptoes as he threw the dress over her head, and she reflexively grabbed at it, and without thinking she helped him pull it down her body, fitting her arms through the short, poofy sleeves. The long green skirt fluttered down her legs, and the dirndl itself felt too big on her body, like it was meant for a bigger girl...

Something clicked in Loona's head, and she grimaced as she watched the fox circle around behind her.

"Wait... this isn't right!" She said, squirming and trying to push him away from her, though the slender fox kept finding a way to dodge and weave around her arms as he tucked and teased at the dress... at her body.

"Stop! I d-oooof!" Loona was interrupted by Ansgar tugging the strings on the corset, pulling it tight around her waist. And as he tightened it, her body filled out in response, belly, breasts, ass and hips plumping up further. It took her a second to catch her breath from the sheer shock of what was happening and the squeeze of the corset.

If she was curvy before, she was full on thicc now; breasts a cup size or two above double Ds, a fat ass and thighs to match... Loona was getting lightheaded at the sight of her reflection; it was like looking at a funhouse mirror. It was her... but at the same time everything was off. She closed her eyes and turned her head away.

"This... this isn't happening. That's not me." Loona put her paws on her round cheeks, shaking her head slowly as if plagued with a migraine, though all she felt was a thick confusion.

Ansgar walked up from behind and put his arms around her waist, enjoying how soft her plump belly felt on his paws.

"What's wrong, Knutschkugel ?" He said, creeping his touch up to her chest. "Is something bothering you?"

Loona shook her head, growling softly.

"What'd you do... This isn't my thing." Loona turned to face him and backed away, her paws tensing into fists for a second. Ansgar walked closer, his arms outstretched to comfort her prompting her to shrink farther away from him.

"Oh, you're just confused. This is the home life, the rustic life! You love that sort of thing, my liebling. Check your feed if you don't believe me!"

"Feed?" Loona reached for her phone. It took her a moment before she realized he was talking about Sinstagram."Oh, uh... right."

Taking her phone, she tapped through the app, some part of her hoping to see her old selfies in gothic attire. But... she couldn't find any. Instead, there were photos of the farmhouse, flowers, and herself in traditional dresses and other feminine attire, charting her progress from thin to buxom and curvy through one picture after another of demure smiles and laced dresses.

"What the..." Before her thought could finish itself, the word she wanted to use was wiped from her memory. Taking its place was that German word he called her... Knutschkugel.

In an instant, the word became familiar to her.

Smooch ball... The word slid into her consciousness and branded itself on her. Loona's breath quickened as she swiped through the images. The images felt like they were of a stranger, yet it was unmistakably her. And as much as her mind ran from that fact, the reality was inescapable.

Every picture of food became a recipe, a memory; she forgot swear words in her old tongue and in their place she knew how to bake. All those times she snarked and insulted others, they were mercifully replaced with thoughts of flowers and how to tend a vegetable garden. Things a wife should know... but she wasn't married. As she looked through the feed, Ansgar approached from behind, rubbing his paws up and down her stomach, this time the only resistance Loona could muster was a meek whimper.

"You want to settle down." He said, his voice gentle yet possessing a certain authority to it, like he was at once issuing an order and stating a fact.

"I... it'd be... kinda nice." Loona said, staring into those pictures of verdant gardens and warm cottages. They went from looking kitschy to being nostalgic. She'd never lived in a place like that, but at that moment she felt a growing desire to return to a place like that. As he spoke to her, Loona rubbed her thighs together. The rhythmic shuffling of the nylons settled her mind, letting the fox's words settle in deeper.

"It would, wouldn't it?" Ansgar said, gently patting her belly. "Out in the countryside, raising our children."

"Children?" Loona's ears perked up. The idea was surprising but... not repulsive to her anymore. She kept on rubbing her thighs together, that soft, slinky shifting of the thin material was drawing her in deeper. Deeper until only Ansgar's voice and the nylons remained.

"Yes...it's only proper after all! You want to have children."

"I..."

"Say it. You want to have children." The fox's voice grew firm, his paws stroked down towards her... her womb as if to lay claim to it. She belonged to him now. Loona ran a fingertip down her legs, the thin fabric of her hosiery was warm and so smooth as to demand another touch. Another touch from him.

"I want to have children..."

"You want to be pregnant."

She was blushing now. To feel little ones growing inside her, to carry her husband's seed, to grow heavier with child day by day... she answered before she could even finish her thought.

"I want to be pregnant."

Loona was made aware of a warmth flowing into her. Her eyes glowed softly in the dim light of the bedroom, turning from red to a soft, rosy pink. She'd let Ansgar in, and now he had come in and claimed her all to himself.

"You want to be mine." His voice rippled and washed into every crevice of her mind. She turned slowly to face him, she stared into his eyes and for a brief moment the world around her seemed to slow to an absolute halt just for her to savor the moment.

"I want to be yours."

Her collar shimmered, the black studded leather turning into a green ribbon tied around her neck with a feminine bow. She felt a sudden sensation of cold metal on her finger, and she looked down at her paw to see a golden ring on her finger. A wedding ring.

Ansgar, that handsome fox, took her paws in his and walked her to the bed.

"Shall we consummate our marriage, my liebling?"

"Wie Karnickel!" She said, he didn't have to ask.