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“Oh my gosh, is that ... I'm so sorry, this is weird, but - are you the [i]real[/i] Mahiri?"

Those certainly weren't words the leopard heard often. She didn't mind the interruption at all. It was just a quiet dinner by herself in one of her favourite cozy restaurants, and there was that pretty vixen, hovering over her, looking absolutely starstruck. The white fox was clutching her hands together, eyes wide, a big sweet smile on her face. She was practically bouncing. It was all a little much, but so flattering that Mahiri couldn't help but blush and beam right back.

“Oh! Well. Yeah. Accept no substitutes." She chuckled.

“Wowwww. I never thought I'd actually get to meet you. I've been reading everything you put out for years! It's all just ... [i]so[/i] good. Like it's even inspired me to write a little myself, but it's never as good as you do it of course." The fox giggled, covering her mouth. “Gosh, I'm babbling, this is probably so awkward ..."

“No! It's okay!" Mahiri leaned forward in her booth seat, leaving her freshly served food steaming and neglected. She was too busy eating up the praise. “I'm really glad to hear you're enjoying my stuff. It's hard to feel seen sometimes when words are your thing."

“Mmhmm. I get that. Well, you stand out! I knew it had to be you. Oh! And I'm Rosemary. Rosie's fine too!" The vixen extended a hand as if to shake, then pulled it back, too flustered to go for it. She rocked from one paw to the other, swinging her hips excitedly, then finally came out with what she was thinking. “Could I maybe ... get a little autograph? Just a napkin or something, if it's not too much trouble ... I'll get out of your hair right after!"

“Ohh, you know, you might actually be the first person to ever ask me that," Mahiri softly said, a touch overwhelmed.

“Whaaaaat? That's ridiculous. Oh, I have a pen if you need it!"

Rosie procured that with great haste from a seemingly hidden pocket or something of the sort, losing her grip on it in her rush. The nimble cat caught it before it could hit the floor. She held it up with a little flourish and the vixen gave a little clap. Mahiri's head was spinning, honestly. It was all so forward, so much for her to process, but the genuine excitement on the fox's face was irresistible. It was like she was meeting some big pop star. The leopard took a moment to think of a good message, scanning over Rosie herself in the meantime. There was plenty to admire.

Maybe it was inappropriate to take note of it at that moment, but there really was no denying that the fox was gorgeous. Her tall, curvy figure was every bit as shapely and busty as Mahiri's own, all wrapped up in a stylish yet casual black and white top and coat combo that complimented the rest of her colours. The pink streaks in her hair really worked for her, too. And her eyes strayed only briefly to the outline under Rosie's tight skirt - a bulge so prominent it almost begged to be stared at. That was all the inspiration Mahiri needed.

[i]To Rosemary, my biggest fan. [/i]

[i]Mahiri[/i]

Sliding the signed napkin and pen over to the vixen earned her a delighted little squeal. Rosie put her hand over her mouth again, looking overwhelmed herself as she gathered the gift.

“Ohmigoooood thank you so much! Okay, I swore I'd leave you alone, but ... I mean, just, gosh, thank you!"

With that she was gone, all but running out of sight, seemingly too embarrassed and excited to linger any longer. Mahiri watched her go and finally turned to her meal, though she couldn't help glance out the window now and then. She was grinning between bites the whole time she ate. To think she could make someone's whole day just by being herself. It was such an ego trip, but a welcome one. Her spirits were high by the time she scraped her plate clean and asked for the cheque. That feeling didn't fade when she stepped out into the night air, ready for a relaxing walk home.

“[i]Mahiri![/i]"

Just when she thought she'd seen the last of the vixen, Rosie sprang out from an alley in front of her like a jumpscare, holding her hands up, eyes wide with concern. She spoke quickly and frantically, gasping for breath.

“Hiii. Oh gosh, I'm so glad it's you. I really need help with something."

“... Oh?"

“There's no time to explain, I'm sorry, can you follow me really quick? [i]Please.[/i]"

There was such desperation in that last word that Mahiri didn't think twice. She nodded, and together they went running down a dark alley until they reached a set of stairs down to a back door. Rosie leapt down them, and the leopard followed. It wasn't locked. Everything felt so urgent, so dangerous that Mahiri's heart was pounding. She had no idea what was awaiting them on the other side, and she certainly didn't expect what looked like a hidden shrine, with incense still burning. A look to Rosemary for clarification gave Mahiri pause when she saw the wide, disconcerting [i]grin[/i] the fox was wearing.

“I can't believe you fell for it. That was so [i]easy.[/i]"

Her voice was different too. Gone was that adoring tone, replaced by something that caused Mahiri's heart to sink. There didn't seem to be any danger, any immediate emergency that necessitated her help in there. She chanced a glance back at the door she'd entered through. That made the vixen snicker. A quick swipe of her hand came with a rattle and a heavy [i]CLANK[/i]. The door was chained and padlocked shut, seemingly locking on command. That didn't seem natural. Neither did the fox herself when Mahiri looked at her again. There was something [i]different[/i] about her that the leopard couldn't quite place.

“What ..." Mahiri managed to gasp out.

“What. Ohhh, what, I'm so confuuuuused." Rosemary's tone was childishly mocking. “I mean [i]really[/i]. You, signing an autograph? Ohh, look at me, I'm [i]such[/i] a big fan, oh my god you're such a [i]legend[/i] I could just cream myself. Bitch, you really thought."

The leopard's eyes were downcast. “You seemed nice, I just wanted to make it special..."

“Are you really that desperate for praise, cat? God, creative types are all the same."

The changes were getting a lot more obvious. The highlights in Rosemary's hair shone much more brightly, more of a glowing magenta than a pink, matching the tone that glimmered from her eyes. Her lips drew back to reveal fangs longer and sharper than any ordinary fox's. Then there were all the tails. Mahiri wanted to count them, but they were writhing and thrashing about in such unsettling fashion she couldn't. The vixen's grin grew even wider as she watched the cat basking in her truer form.

“What are you going to do? Write yourself a better ending to this little story? You're mine, stupid cat. Don't act like you don't want this. I saw the way you were looking at me. It was enough to make a girl blush. Such a naughty kitty, thinking about sleeping with her fans, hehehe..."

Her little giggle resembled the one she'd given before, but it was tainted, darker. There was nowhere to run, but Mahiri never even got a chance. A long black tongue lashed out at her faster than she could react. It got her around the throat, wrapping her up and dragging her off balance to stagger towards the altered vixen. If that was even what she was. Mahiri had heard tales of trickster spirits - and even written one or two of her own, entirely fictional of course. Maybe that was what put her on the shapeshifter's radar. Or maybe Rosemary simply saw something she liked and wanted for herself.

That tongue dragged Mahiri into Rosie's embrace, leaving her smothered bust to bust, staring into the ominously glowing eyes of her captor. The grip of that tongue was tight enough to choke her. She gasped and clutched her throat when it released her, only to find herself struggling for air again when the fox met her in a forceful kiss. The leopard got her throat violated by that plunging tongue, all but facefucked by it, gagging on its forceful thrusts, swallowing plenty of spit. Rosemary's hands were all over her in the meantime, pulling off her coat, slicing a painted claw through her top, shredding and stealing everything until she was topless.

Mahiri never noticed the fox herself stripping, but Rosemary wasn't wearing a single thing when she released that breathless kiss. The leopard coughed, staggered, doubled over, getting her face very close to that excessively plump sheath. She inhaled a significant dose of some particularly intoxicating pheromones. They were far from natural, hitting her with an irresistible rush of excitement, mind growing more malleable the longer she lingered in Rosemary's presence, no matter how evil the fox's whole aura was. She was about to get a whole lot more of the scent she liked when the vixen grabbed her by the hair and jammed the cat's muzzle right into her sheath.

It didn't take long for Mahiri squirming and gasping before she got the blunt tip of a hybrid cock in her face. She thought about biting, but she wasn't dealing with an ordinary person. Plus, she kind of wanted to see what that thick sheath held, and if it could measure up to the pair of hefty nuts swinging and wobbling below. Every breath was one she panicked a little less, especially when a hefty glob of precum splattered her right in the face, painting her from muzzle to ears in a thick coating of toe-curlingly musky juices.

“Awww, lookit you! Dumb little slut drooling on my dick already. Do you ever think about [i]anything[/i] other than sex?"

Mahiri wanted to say it wasn't her fault, but when she opened her mouth all that came out was a dumb little [i]mrah[/i], as if the vixen herself had stolen her voice. Parting her lips was a prime opportunity for Rosemary to shoot another rope of prejizz right in her mouth. It was strong enough on her tongue to leave her recoiling, eventually coughing - yet purring all the while. Rosemary reached for her and grabbed her by the tits, squeezing extra deeply to feel those vibrations, until the pressure made Mahiri whimper.

“Mmhmm, that's a good kitty! Rumble for me. You're doing [i]such[/i] a good job." She sounded sincere for a moment, only to swap to a mocking tone again. “You lapped that right up. Fuck, you're pathetic."

The fox released her grip just to give the cat a mighty shove on the chest. Mahiri toppled over, landing on a floor mat that certainly didn't cushion her fall like a bed would have, but it was better than nothing. Rosemary didn't [i]look[/i] strong, but a shifter like her could hide anything she liked. Maybe she wasn't even a fox. But she certainly looked good as one, looming above like that, dick on full display. Mahiri had a good angle to truly appreciate the sight of it down there on the floor.

The sleek black flesh reflected the candlelight and the long, stretching stand of pre dripping from the blunt tip so well. One fat, massive hybrid cock, part horse, part canine started with a flare, led down to a plump medial ring, and finished with a truly juicy knot just above a pair of fat balls that were already clenching and flexing to help put out that excessive mess. Mahiri was wetter and wetter just looking at it, just breathing the intensely arousing scent, the supernatural vixen spice that wafted through the entire room.

She didn't have to guess how Rosemary wanted her. The vixen snatched her by the ankles and wrenched her legs straight up, stretching her to her limit, folding her in half. Mahiri soon found herself pinned beneath the soft form of the shapeshifter who snuggled right between her lifted thighs, wiggling until she had her dick plapped right atop that aching, drenched pussy. The leopardess was already contracting, already squeezing up tight around nothing at all, needing that void inside her filled. Rosemary grinned in her face, swiping that long tongue along her cheek to leave those feline features smeared with spit.

“Let's see how good you write when you have to reach around your big, fat belly," she said with an evil giggle. “Don't act like you're not begging me to breed you at this point. You think you're good enough? Think you deserve this dick?"

An arch of the vixen's back, and she pounded that flat tip right against the leopard's folds. A prod, then a more insistent ram came with a cackling laugh, especially when she saw the face Mahiri made for her. The cat's eyes rolled back for a moment from the pleasure of getting spread out by that massive girth, then there came her feline screech. It was partly a scream of complaint, a part of her that was still aware of how forceful the whole situation was, of how she was getting forced down and fucked by a total stranger, by a dangerous monster at that. Mostly though, it was the scream of a cat going into something like heat, absolutely desperate to get that fire inside her doused in the most brutal, body-breaking way possible.

The squelch of Rosie's precum-slathered tip delving inside of her slick pussy rang out through the smoky room, adding the scent of sex to the bouquet of aromas making Mahiri's mouth water and her vision blur. The latter was probably for the best if it meant obscuring the features of the wicked shifter leering at her the whole time. Those eyes were glowing with something fierce, something truly evil, but it wasn't any worse for the cat than getting stuffed full of fat, tummy-bulging dick, so far.

It fit far better than it should have at that size. Rosemary was turning Mahiri into a condom for how deeply she was impaling that cat, pushing her past any reasonable limit. It felt like Mahiri was getting her thoughts shoved out of her mind to make room for more hybrid dick. A snarl from the fox sent some saliva streaming down her tongue, cascading over Mahiri's features once she was buried deep, tapping that knot against those trembling pussy lips, swinging her nuts to spank the cat's ass hard. Rosemary made a blanket of herself, squishing tits to tits, paws planted firmly to brace herself for the roughest mating press she could provide.

There was absolutely nothing affectionate about that fuck. Rosemary was using Mahiri's body to get off, jamming herself into that pussy, pulling back, and pounding again as hard and fast as she wanted. She didn't even keep a steady pace. Sometimes she went for those shorter, shallow rapid-fire thrusts, other times she pulled all the way back to go for huge, lunging thrusts. Either way, she was juicing an immense amount out of that flooded pussy, practically making Mahiri squirt all over her cock already. Things were only going to get messier.

Sometimes, Rosemary couldn't help laughing at the cat pinned beneath her. She reached down to spank some spotty ass while she teased, never losing her pace, whatever it happened to be.

“You make such dumbass faces when you're getting fucked good."

Mahiri couldn't deny that. She was sort of trying to snarl, but she mostly ended up twisting her features into a scrunched, inelegant expression of pure pleasure. Her eyes were fluttering shut, losing focus, and her jaws were hanging open in a blanker and blanker grin the longer Rosemary rutted her. That knot was absolutely devastating her the whole time too, ramming against her pussy so hard it sent a ripple through her entire body, jiggling her tits and thighs, all but demanding entry no matter how big it was, how hard it was going to [i]destroy[/i] that poor soft pussy.

Rosemary wasn't letting up. Her eyes lit up and her grin twisted into something truly sadistic when Mahiri started mewling for her in the most pathetic way possible. The evil within simply had to destroy such a cutely meowing kitty. The fox reached out and grabbed Mahiri by the throat with both hands, slowly strangling the life out of her while she rammed and forced that knot deeper and deeper. The leopard was faintly struggling, weakened so much by all the pounding that she would have simply slumped and succumbed if Rosie chose to keep squeezing. Instead, the vixen snarled with monstrous delight when she felt that cunt stretch all the way around the massive bulb of her thick, destructive knot, sinking it snugly inside those lips and sealing it there.

Mahiri came instantly. She didn't so much as moan or build up to it, she just erupted. Rosemary was right there with her, knot swelling and pulsing, flexing hard to pump it all out. The leopard got her womb instantly flooded with cum to the very limit, and that was just the first shot. She was squirting the whole time, wailing, screeching, clutching the very fox who was busy ruining her with that thick knot wedged inside of her. Rosemary humped a little, but mostly the sheer size of her shaft shoved inside the leopard kept them both going, kept them both rocking and grinding together until they'd milked it all out, until those plump balls were drained and Mahiri had gushed herself numb.

The trainwreck afterglow left Mahiri in a drooling, twitching state, kicking her legs, closing her eyes tightly just to deal with all those sensations at once. It would have been nice and cozy to remain there, feeling that knotted horsecock giving the occasional extra squirt inside her. She barely got five seconds to recover. Rosemary was not the sort for snuggling. She was up and yanking back, testing Mahiri's limits until the leopard found the highest register in her voice, screaming out, thrashing, even clawing at the evil bitch brutally yanking her engorged, sloppy knot right back out of her.

“Waaaaait nonono don't - “

No good. A rising [i]schlicccck[/i] eventually culminated in a huge [i]SPLURCH[/i] of a pop. Rosemary wrenched back until she left the leopard gaping in the absence of that knot. She didn't go without it for long. The vixen was still stiff, still throbbing for that thoroughly wrecked kitty cunt. Another flash of something dark in her ever-glowing eyes, and she rammed forth, knotting that creamed pussy all over again. Juices splattered the both of them with that surging, squelching thrust, and the feline only grew more desperate. It was a mix of aggression and panic running through her, just trying to get that vixen to slow down for a second to keep from getting overstimulated to utter madness. Rosemary wasn't stopping.

She knotfucked that cat no matter how much Mahiri yelled. They sounded like cries of terror at first, but the more she pounded, the more the leopard started to scream-moan. She was half-stupid with pleasure, staring up at the psycho rutting her like a vicious beast. In time, she found herself wrapping her arms around the fox, squishing her bust even more tightly to Rosemary's own. She even went so far as to get her legs around the vixen violating her, pulling her in deeper, encouraging her own obliteration no matter how overwhelming it was getting, no matter how broken she was going to end up getting. She needed that cock, she wanted it all, she loved it so much.

Not even a slap across the face could make her any less enthusiastic. Rosemary couldn't help herself. She smacked the cat around while she pounded her to the brink of insanity, squeezing out nearly all the cum she'd already shot inside that pussy. That didn't matter. Mahiri was already as good as knocked up with that huge cumshot still partly sloshing inside of her, painting the walls of her womb, but Rosie had even more for her. Her balls gave a sudden twitch, a surge of flexing tension, and she poured it all into a terrifying ghostly scream of pleasure when she rammed her entire dick inside the leopard's pussy all over again.

It was even thicker, even hotter than before. Mahiri felt as if she was simply going to burst after taking that cream for long enough. It just kept coming, and of course she was squirting the entire time. Her own orgasm lasted until her pulsing walls milked every last drop from Rosemary's flaring, bulging cock. She was stuffed to the brink, belly rendered round and taut with the sheer excess of vixen jizz stuffed inside her. Even then, the fox kept humping, kept stirring up that mess until she finally started to soften ever so slightly.

Knotted, pinned, and flooded, Mahiri couldn't do much to resist when she got knot-yanked yet again. Rosemary's slowly shrinking shaft at least was easier to get out this time, especially with the mess clinging to it. An orgasm like that wasn't going to slow her down any. She was up on her paws in a moment, leaping up to loom above the creamed, splattered leopard. Shaking her dick off a few times just to drizzle some spunk over Mahiri's tits, or her face left the cat sputtering, but for the most part the leopard was dormant, exhausted, barely aware of where she was. She didn't have the energy to complain when Rosie planted a paw firmly on her chest and posed above her prize, snapping a few quick selfies.

“Look at this dumb bitch I wrecked. You should have heard the way she fucking begged for it. Like she was going to die without my dick."

[i]Clickclickclick[/i]. Rosie made sure to get every possible angle of Mahiri's demolished body. The vixen kept going until she was satisfied. She wore the nastiest of grins, gleaming in the light, surrounded by the steamy mist they stirred up together. Or maybe that was just part of her presence. She watched Mahiri gasp for air a little longer, but she had one more idea.

With her paw still firmly planted on the chest of her quarry, of her thoroughly creamed and claimed victim, Rosemary did Mahiri one last favour. She was still holding onto the autograph the leopard gave her earlier. It drifted to her hand when she beckoned to it, as did a pen. A few quick scratches and then a short scrawl was enough for her. When she was done, she simply let it go, allowing it to flutter all the way down to land on the leopard's blissful, broken face.

It stuck to Mahiri's features and remained there, fluttering with the leopard's panting, post-orgasmic breath. She was ready to pass out. Maybe she even would have despite the danger of Rosemary's presence, if the vixen would have allowed it. One look at the slumbery cat in her domain just made the fox scoff.

“Yeah, no, you don't get to just lie around. Smells like needy whore in here. Out goes the trash!"

The vixen hummed something to herself as she casually scooped up the broken cat like she weighed nothing. Mahiri took a moment of comfort from leaning against Rosemary's bust while she got hauled up to the door. That didn't last long. When the chains receded on the fox's approach, she could easily kick the entrance open and stride right up the stairs with the leopard in her arms. One rock, then a second, and she simply flung Mahiri away, still sloshing with cum, to crash painfully to the cold concrete of the dark back alley. Dripping, wobbling, panting, drooling, and wearing little more than shreds of clothing and the sloppy coating of two fat cumshots, Mahiri couldn't have looked more wretched, more defeated, more destroyed.

A glance back at the door revealed it had totally vanished, along with the vixen herself. Maybe it had never been more than an illusion. She was never going to find that fox again unless Rosemary wanted to find her, and maybe that was for the best. She had quite the memento of her encounter with the evil one in the form of the seed swimming inside of her, taking root, knocking her up at least once, if not more. Then there was that damn napkin, still stuck to her face. She weakly reached up to peel it off with a shaky hand just so she could see what it said. Her original message had been crossed off, replaced by a big magenta kiss and a simple message in loopy, playful handwriting.

[i]To Mahiri, my BIGGEST slut. [/i]

[i]See you soon, bitch.[/i]

[i]Rosemary xoxo[/i]