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Corruption. It was what Amaterasu most often fought in her wolf form. Purifying this, purifying that. It was her job as the goddess of the sun to keep the land healthy. Repairing, renewing everything that the demons always sought to blacken. To corrupt and to ruin. That was their purpose. In a way, Amaterasu couldn't really blame them. They followed their duties, evil as they were, just as she followed hers.

The corruption disgusted her, though. The black, sludge-like taint that quickly covered more and more of the earth if she wasn't there to heal it. It was revolting. The demons seemed to revel in it. She'd watched them wallow and roll around in the black filth so many times that she'd grown almost entirely numb to it. Her duties had become routine. She purged the corruption, usually by empowering sacred saplings, and then got rid of the demons when they were weakened. Sometimes, she used her celestial brush to paint the world a better place.

In exchange for all of this, all living things praised her. Their adoration and worship were her sustenance. They made her happy, they made her strong, and without it, Amaterasu was sure that she'd simply end up fading away like colors in the sun. Still, she was content. It was her duty, after all.

Not the most exciting duty, maybe. But she was alright with it, she thought, as she ran through the green meadows, soaking in the light of the sun as it warmed her brilliant white fur. In a way, she was the sun, just as much as she was the wolf, different aspects keeping the earth pure. There was something beautiful about it, about being able to enjoy her own creation as a part of it.

Today, everything seemed peaceful. She had cleansed one little meadow of the corruption, banished a hellhound to whatever lower realm they resided in, and helped a mother cat save her kittens from a tree. All in a day's work for the avatar of a goddess, Amaterasu figured. Sometimes she'd even repair a human building that the demons had torn down. They never rested, and as such, neither did she.

There was something, though. Something oddly off about the evening, a nagging thought like a grain of sand stuck in Amaterasu's mind. It wasn't quite foresight, but more of a sense of a looming threat, of a distant danger that nonetheless was aware of her presence. Was it hunting her? She couldn't tell. But there was something going on, some alarm bell going off in the goddess' mind that drew her to wander deeper into the corrupted zones at the very edge of the world.

It wasn't something she should've been doing while tired, but the wolf-goddess could scarcely sleep with her worries gnawing at her. And besides, she'd fine; she had her celestial brush, and the instant she found a sapling or two to revive, all this corruption would be gone, too. It wasn't a matter of if, but when. Evil didn't innovate, not that she had ever seen in thousands of years. It repeated the same plans, incessantly, hoping that one day there'd be a different outcome. It always had the same weaknesses: greed, lust, a good bottle of sake, and simply put, the warmth in the hearts of all living beings. The former weakened them, and the latter would always defeat them.

Evil couldn't win, not in the long term. Or so, Amaterasu had long since concluded. Not as long as she kept doing her part in helping all living creatures live happy, fulfilling lives, and they in turn praised her, enabling her to do her duties better.

She stopped by a fallen bridge in the middle of the corrupted lands. Here and there, she would run into a patch of untainted ground, on which she could rest for a moment to recover. Amaterasu sat down on a small island on green in the roiling black. Evil couldn't win, but it still bothered her that this area had become this tainted. It couldn't have been that long since she attended to this part of her little island.

The wolf brought out her celestial brush. It was equal parts real and metaphysical, really. A brush that let her repaint reality. A bridge drawn as repaired would be repaired. Nourishment drawn onto a plant would nourish the plant. As the sun itself, she was creation, art, and everything else illuminated by her other form's endless, bountiful warmth and light.

If one were to look at it from the dryest, most practical standpoint, the celestial brush was merely Amaterasu's tail, dipped in ink. Yet not even the most cynical of scholars could deny that that it changed the world with each stroke. That was how the world worked. Belief was reality, and people believed in her. They praised her.

She brushed over the empty gap between where the bridge began and where it ended, both parts separated by deep black waters. The ink seemed to hover in mid-air for a few brief seconds as the world adjusted, and then sank into the renewed wood of a beautifully constructed bridge, crossing the river. Around her, the darkness retreated; it couldn't bear beauty, nor order.

But there was nobody here to praise her. The emptiness left Amaterasu feeling hollow in turn. She recognized that what she did was good, but she needed the appreciation of mortals to truly feel rewarded. The first time a wild animal or traveling human crossed the bridge, she'd get that rush of happiness, but there was no telling how long it'd be until then. She had to be patient. Being a goddess wasn't always easy-

-there, that feeling again. Someone needed her help. Or maybe not. It was hard to tell for sure. It was little more than a nagging ache in her head. Just a little further and she'd find what she was looking for. Amaterasu stood up again, glanced at the sun shining down from amidst a clouded sky, and set off again, deeper and deeper into the corruption.

The black taint always left her feeling dirty, and what was worse was that it also sapped her strength. But if her hunch was right and there was someone out here who needed her help, she couldn't stop.

The sun would guide her where she was needed, and it'd give her the power to heal whoever needed healing, even when weak. A few more bounding leaps through the forests and fields. The feeling of a presence grew stronger in her mind, until finally, she saw a glint of color in the darkness. Luxurious, silken cloth, dyed in vibrant purples and yellows. A priestess! What was she doing so far from any shrines?

She was lying in the undergrowth, unmoving, and in her boundless compassion, Amaterasu rushed up to her, throwing caution by the wayside. She had never seen a human this far in the corrupted lands! Whatever had driven her here must've been truly horrible, something the wolf had to fix. But first, she had to make sure the priestess was okay.

“Help," she moaned, stretching out a hand. Amaterasu stood next to her. The goddess could speak – of course she could, being a goddess – but she never did, in her wolf form. Instead, with a quick wag of her tail and a slight lowering of her body, she encouraged the priestess to hold onto her.

She did, quickly grabbing the wolf and clinging to her as best she could. Amaterasu pulled. The darkness was sticky, refusing to let go of its prey at first, so she pulled harder, and harder. The priestess grabbed onto her tail, too, which hurt, but she could bear it.

And then, splash. She felt something wet splatter across her backside. She recognized the cold tingle of it instantly. Amaterasu spun around, only to find herself face to face with the priestess, suddenly upright and easily shaking the darkness off her. Now that the bedraggled woman – or what posed as one – faced Amaterasu, the goddess could see she was wearing a stylized kitsune mask. A tell-tale sign of one specific demon.

As if the fox tail wagging back and forth behind “her" wasn't enough.

“Oh ho, someone remains as much of a fool as ever," he laughed. Ninetails was a demon, with no real gender, but typically preferred appearing as a male, and bearing the equipment of one. “All anyone has to do is pose as someone in need and you'll come running, costs be damned!"

Amaterasu growled. She had beaten Ninetails before. But one couldn't kick the lord of demons out of his land so easily. He'd always return, and now, the evidence was clear as day in front of her.

“Oh, don't mind me," the fox snarled. He discarded the form of the priestess as if it were nothing, tossing it aside and falling onto all fours in his natural, vulpine shape, still wearing the mask. “I'm not interested in fighting you today. You'll be doing plenty of that yourself, soon enough. Would you care to know why?"

She could hear his grin, even if the mask concealed it.

“My paint, you'd merely shrug off like you always did," the demon fox laughed. “So, I used your own, but tainted."

He spoke the word tainted like a lover's name, a sweet caress from his evil lips. Amaterasu hadn't noticed it yet, but the paint soaking into her fur was indeed a dark red, rather than black like her own, or bright red like Ninetails'. Every god and goddess had their own color for changing the world with.

She listened, though. Not because she was shocked or defeated, but because Ninetails was gloating, and in doing so, he revealed his plans, as he always did. The fox was not subtle despite his nature as a trickster, too delighted in his own designs to hide anything for long.

“Short version, you'll be feeling a lot more like a regular wolf bitch might. Far less like a goddess. Hah! Let's see how well you handle that," the kitsune laughed, his singular tail – he was a little short of the nine he preferred – lashing back and forth fiercely. “I've painted you with desire."

That was all Amaterasu needed. Another failed plan of his. She was a goddess, even incarnate. Whatever his plan was, it was meaningless. It couldn't work, as none of his schemes ever did. She did need to cleanse herself, though; everywhere the tainted paint had soaked into was tingling.

She lunged at Ninetails with a furious growl, as the fox bounced backwards to dodge her.

“Oh, mother of us all, aren't you a cranky wolf today? I know what'll help with that. But you'll find out for yourself soon enough," the fox laughed. “I'll see you soon."

With that brief farewell, the fox shapeshifted again, this time into little sparks, like glowing, amorphous stars – foxfire, of course – that blew away with the wind, faster than Amaterasu could follow them through the sludge-like darkness. She was left standing there, alone, though with the demon lord's departure, the corruption was slowly receding as well.

She turned around to make her way back to the edge of it, to the plains of healthy grass and sunlight, where she could take a moment to examine exactly what Ninetails had done to her. That damned fox, always trying to corrupt the world, for no other reason except that it was his nature. It was what life among the gods was like. Everyone had their singular goals, and they rarely deviated.

This particular approach was new though, Amaterasu thought as she left the darkness behind. By now, in the healthier parts of the land, the clouds were parting, and the sun shined down to illuminate the reds and whites of her fur. Finally, she stopped at a picturesque little pond, the water's surface like a mirror in the still of the afternoon, and examined herself.

The dark red paint had stained her fur, and the tender spots under her tail that a goddess had no true use for, not most days. The puffy spade that mortal creatures, male ones most of all, were so obsessed with, had gotten some on it too, and it kept tingling as a result. Not enough to really bother the goddess. The problem was that she couldn't really clean herself in an innocent, fresh pond. The paint was corruption itself, tainted celestial essence, and if she let it touch the pond it'd surely become darkened too.

She had no choice but to bear it, then. At least, her dazed mind couldn't think of a solution, even if one might've existed. Even if the tingling sensation only kept growing stronger and stronger. Eventually it'd have to stop, Amaterasu reasoned. Ninetails didn't have infinite power.

In her wolf form, of course, Amaterasu wasn't a stranger to those urges that animals felt. For animals, they were natural, and needed to give birth to new generations. There was nothing wrong with that. But for a goddess to feel them, or worse yet, indulge in them, was a distinctly corrupt action. To some extent, feeling them was a part of inhabiting her lupine form, but it had never gone further than that.

She sat down in the grass, rather painfully aware of how nice the cool evening dew felt against her spade.

Too nice.

But she forced herself not to think about it. It was just Ninetails' corruption lingering on her, like dirt until she found flowing water to wash herself in. Until then she'd just have to deal with the tingling and…

…Amaterasu shuddered. She felt good. Or at least, that bare spot under her tail did. It threatened to fill her mind with the kind of thoughts demons had, not goddesses. How it might feel to have it touched more, for example. Or have a male lick her. Mount her.

She could resist, of course. She was a goddess. They were only urges of the flesh, nothing that a goddess needed.

Praise was what a goddess needed. The only thing she needed. Her sunlight, her crystal-clear water, and her honeyed ambrosia. Sweet praise, from faithful mortals. Not sex, not foods, not the vices of demons.

Yet unbeknownst to the incarnate goddess, her physical form was suffering other, deeper changes as a result of Ninetails “painting her with desire"; a blooming heat was building in her loins, one that any woman would struggle to resist. Yet, it wasn't what would be her downfall. Only the catalyst. The paint was affecting her body, rewriting her state of existence from the inside, filling her with that emptiness that mortal females were desperate to have filled, and that often led to offspring. And, because like all females in heat – ones that had physical bodies, anyway – she was starting to smell the part. A pheromone-laden scent that reached far and wide, and that she was entirely unaware of as she laid down to sleep under the shade of a cherry tree heavy with fruit, content that she could handle anything Ninetails' corruption attempted.

She wouldn't be unaware for long. Not even her slumber was free of it. Rather than the usual restful sleep worthy of a goddess, it was punctuated by filthy thoughts, fleeting fantasies of the kind of depravity only animals and demons indulged in.

Amaterasu woke up just as the sun was starting to rise. Another wolf stood before her, staring at her sleeping form. Male, by the looks of it, his hard cock sticking out of its protective sheath.

“I… I sensed the scent of…" the wolf huffed, as he realized who the red-painted female he was looking at was. “M-mother of us all, you…"

It took Amaterasu's sleep-addled mind a few moments to realize what the wolf was even saying. The scent of what?

But she felt the warmth in her belly. Caught herself glancing at the male's eagerly presented offering. It looked almost beautiful, in spite of all the distaste – no, not distaste, dis_interest_ – that the goddess usually felt at such things. She couldn't blame the male, of course. His were the ways of mortal creatures, drawn to the alluring scent of… herself.

Suddenly, Amaterasu shuddered. She realized what was happening. Ninetails' entire plan unraveled before her eyes even as the wolf stared at her, waiting for some kind of answer, perhaps still hopeful that he'd be allowed to mount the goddess. Ninetails had painted her body into heat, likely one that would be much stronger and longer than any animal felt. All so that she would debase herself and slowly become corrupt, herself.

But there's nothing bad about mating, a voice whispered to her, in the back of her head. It sounded like her own inner voice, only much more instinctive. There's nothing dirty about letting a male mount you. It's the way of the world.

She let out a growl, shaking her head as if trying to shake out that dizzy, heady heat.

“Oh. Please?" the male whined with an almost pathetic eagerness. “Please. You smell so good," it continued, all in the most pleading tone the language of wolves could muster.

Amaterasu was surprised at just how strong the impulse to oblige the begging male was. Her front legs threatened to buckle and leave her an ideal mating position. Her tail kept twitching, trying to hike up and bare her heat-swollen spade, still carrying the dark red splotches of Ninetails' paint. Would it really be so bad? Yes, it would. She was a goddess. She didn't need pleasure of that kind.

But then the male, with a desperate glint of desire in his amber eyes, came up with another plan to get what his body fiercely demanded he get.

“I'd… I'd praise you, Amaterasu. I'd adore you forever, dedicate myself to your service," he suggested, still in that pleading, wolfish tone. “And I'd never stop… if you just let me… let me m-mate with you."

Praise. Affection. Love. He had a point, didn't he? Didn't he? What did males adore and admire more than a female who let them mount her? Especially in the heat of the moment, that lower part of Amaterasu's mind cajoled. The moment just as they were about to seed their mate. What could possibly be purer praise than the ecstatic worshipfulness a male felt when their knot slipped inside?

She let out a shuddering breath. It felt wrong, but at the same time, it felt wonderfully right.

Maybe just this once.

You chose to incarnate as a wolf.

Physical forms have needs, Amaterasu. You know that.

It was only natural, wasn't it?

She slowly and hesitantly turned around, and let those instincts guide her body into the right position. First, her forelegs bent until her chest was resting against the damp grass. Then, propping up her hindquarters, her tail finally flicked out of the way to bare her lust and wetness to the insistent male. He let out a growl, a whine, the kind of mixture of sounds that told her that he couldn't believe his luck. Getting to mount a goddess.

Amaterasu let out a whine of her own as the male wolf grabbed her hips, his dark grey fur in stark contrast to her brilliant white. Without any foreplay – what foreplay did animals really have? – he bounced on top of the goddess, that rock-hard cock already jabbing at her loins in a way that should've been painful but wasn't. Amaterasu felt needy. Each passing moment reinforced how badly her body needed this. It was a little unbefitting of a goddess, maybe. But there was nothing wrong with it!

As the male's tapered shaft caught in her leaking, swollen spade and immediately jabbed inside, several inches of his hardness speared into her receptive body, and Amaterasu howled out with blissful joy. Yes! This was exactly what she needed, scratching the deep itch that'd blossomed inside her after Ninetails' little trick. And she could feel his adoration, his unspoken physical praise, radiating through her entire body as he began to fuck her rapidly as lupines always did.

What she didn't notice were the dark red splotches of paint spreading as she surrendered to pleasure, whining and whimpering in encouragement as the wolf rutted her, the corruption feeding off her pleasure and turning more of her fur pitch-black around her hindquarters.

Not only did she not notice, but even if she had, it would've been the least of her worries, soaring high on pleasure as she was. She was drenched, and she loved every jagged little feral thrust that the male made. His knot bumped wetly against her entrance, already fully swollen and showing in no uncertain terms just how turned on he was by fucking her. Usually, males didn't swell before already inside.

“I… love you, goddess," he growled, racing towards his inevitable climax, and for that brief moment, Amaterasu would've agreed with him. She loved him too, or least that white-hot, amazing cock plunging into her, pushing her closer and closer to her climax, a climax that made even the brilliance of the sun feel dim in comparison.

But then, the male let out a grateful, climactic howl – pushing his knot into her in one sharp thrust that made the goddess wince – and froze. She could feel him throb, rapidly, somewhere deep inside her, and a liquid heat followed. Amaterasu was left teetering on the edge, having to fight back the urge to growl. She had been so close!

But what'd you expect from a mortal wolf?

At least his adoration was genuine, and that feeling, along with the soothing gushes of his thick, warm sperm inside were satisfying enough. She just wanted more – driven by the corrupting influence she had been painted with – which her lover wouldn't be able to provide. After a few minutes, he was already starting to soften inside her, and her body yearned for more. But wolves didn't travel alone, did they? Amaterasu hadn't thought of it, but she was an exception. Natural wolves had packs. She had been too distracted by the pleasure, but even with her eyes closed, she could sense the scent of others on the breeze, keeping a safe distance as they watched their leader claim the goddess.

Claim her first. They'll want to take a turn if she was receptive to it. That was depravity. One mating was natural and pleasurable. Letting all of them mount her and rut their cum into her was… corrupt. Amaterasu recognized that, no matter how drunk with pleasure she was, but maybe she could make an exception just this once? Even the sun was sometimes eclipsed by the moon, after all.

The male slipped out of her with a pop, and she felt his seed drool down her haunches. It felt dirty, but maybe that was alright. Just this once, it'd be okay to just embrace the hunger of her animal self. The praise of the male who had just fucked her made her feel so very good. And this was such an easy way to earn it, too. No need to help repair buildings and purge corruption. That was still her duty, but…

…right now, all she wanted was more cock. So, the next highest-ranking male of the pack didn't even have to ask. He pounced the goddess when she remained there with her cum-leaking spade on full display, and drove his own cock deep into her with an appreciative growl.

She was too weak to resist, or at least, she pretended she was. It was easier, soaking in the physical praise of her lovers with each warm throb inside her. Oh, whatever did they think of her, their goddess, demeaning herself like this? It didn't matter, because in the moment, a male couldn't mount his bitch without feeling some level of adoration!

The nature of the act reduced the warm glow of the praise some, changed it somehow. It felt a little stickier, a little thicker, much like the cum that the wolves pumped into her. Tainted, maybe, and instead of filling Amaterasu with her brilliant, sun-searing power, it left her passive, happily moaning as she acted like a toy for the wolfpack to mount one after the other, each with their beautiful hard cocks already hanging out as they circled her impatiently, waiting for the previous one to finish.

Nobody was allowed to tie with her after their leader. Everyone wanted a turn, after all, and none of them were patient, even as their goddess was left wallowing in pleasure that left her with no chance to move between lovers. At some point, she lost track of time; everything was just thick wolf-cock after wolf-cock plunging into her churning, heated depths, throbbing as it deposited its seed.

It was so much easier than helping people. If everyone could worship her like this instead, why wouldn't she let them?

As the sixth wolf mounted her, Amaterasu finally came, and she came hard, howling out at the top of her lungs as her lupine sex clenched hard around the other wolf's cock, milking and squeezing, trying to force him to join the others in their vain attempts to breed their divine mother. Her whole world dissolved into the kind of bliss that she would otherwise only feel perhaps once a year, at the dawn of summer. Every second was screaming ecstasy, her juices gushing over her lover's shaft as the pleasure engulfed her entirely.

And with each twitch of her pussy, the tainted paint on her body spread further, the dark red eventually becoming pure black as it consumed more and more of her brilliance, feeding on the perverted pleasure the goddess was feeling. It was like the divine ink she used to change the world, only even darker. And it felt good to let it take her.

Finally, she collapsed onto the ground, pulling her last lover with her. They were both panting in unison; with no more wolves in line, he was stuck knot-deep inside her.

“I could've… could've never imagined… mating with a goddess," he murmured, between panting, trying to catch his breath. But she could feel his love, still throbbing inside her as watery cum filled her already overflowing body in weak little spurts.

The rest of the pack – or the males, at least, leaving the females to guard them with some jealousy – all gathered around her. Maybe they'd take more turns as she slept, Amaterasu found herself hoping. The thought of them freely using her sleeping body only excited her more as she drifted off again, unable to keep herself awake.

When she woke up, unfortunately, it was to solitude once again. The pack had moved on, likely to hunt, and that wasn't all. The area around her had become covered in corruption again. A pang of anxiety had the goddess immediately spring to her feet, no matter how much her body ached, or how wet and crusty the fur on her hindquarters was with the release of half a dozen males.

Was this her doing? Amaterasu felt a pang of disgust as she gazed over the corrupted landscape. She should've been fixing this mess, instead of contributing to it while chasing pleasure like a common mortal_._ But instead of getting to work as her duty obliged her to, she froze.

It just didn't feel rewarding enough.

She had to help humans so much to earn even a sliver of praise. The wolves had given her a hundred times that.

And yet she was already feeling hungry again. Hungry, needy, weak, needing more praise. Her spade twitched with a now-familiar desire at the thought.

But then, trying to fight the urge to surrender to utter hedonism, or maybe melancholia, she heard a voice behind her, calling her name. She spun around, realizing that she was standing face to face with a creature of pure darkness.

She had done some dirty deeds, yes, but they were still relatively innocent. Acts that any animal would perform and enjoy. This creature in front of her wasn't an animal, despite being shaped like one. It was a hellhound, clad in jet black fur and with two great horns on its head.

And between its legs, a cock practically oozing with corruption, the plentiful precum leaving the ground stained and black. The kind of creature that Amaterasu would normally banish back to the lower realms. A demon. Corruption incarnate, just as she was the sun itself. One of the many creatures that served Ninetails, the demon lord.

Amaterasu realized, with dawning horror, that she couldn't look away. The demon was beautiful. She wanted to lean down and nuzzle his cock, to lick it, to taste him, to let him mount her and pump his tainted seed into her. But she couldn't. That was too much. She'd become a demon herself, at best.

“So many wolves emptied themselves in you and you still aren't satisfied, mother?" it growled in a deep tone that made Amaterasu's spade twitch with desire. “I think you need more. I think you want to be a demon whore. Pregnant with our pups, not even knowing the father, leaking demonic seed from that slutty, depraved cunt of yours, just like a hellhound's…"

Amaterasu quivered. She felt so dirty, so… tainted. And yet, instead of wanting to cleanse herself, she only stared at the obscene sight of the hellhound's throbbing cock, and for some godforsaken reason, listened to what he offered her, as if really considering it. The offer was seductive. Taking it would let her entirely throw all pretense aside and simply wallow in all those newfound sexual delights, her spade stretched and leaking, her only concern being the next tainted cock that wanted to fuck her full of wonderful, slimy cum that she'd proudly let leak out of her, to let everyone see how low she had sunk.

“You're half corrupt already," the demon-dog continued. He circled the shivering Amaterasu, who suddenly felt very small, and very tingly in the dominant male's presence. “Your whole lower half is black, if you've not noticed. And oh, that swollen spade… from back here someone would mistake you for a hellhound already. Why not embrace it?"

She felt his hot breath against her sex with the last few words. The urge to submit was insane, overwhelming. But it was exactly what that bastard Ninetails would've wanted her to do. Likely so that he could then claim her as his… mate. Or just his slut to breed.

“I could summon lord Ninetails here if you asked for him," he whispered. His tongue brushed over Amaterasu's swollen mound. “He'd surely let me use your mouth while he breeds you. You could be stuffed with the corruption you're so thirsty for in both ends… and there's no praise as intense as that which a demon gives its prey, just as a predator praises, by its nature, the very meat it devours."

Again, his tongue flicked out. This time, it probed just a few centimeters into the goddess. She couldn't help but yelp at the burning hot sensation of the demon's tongue entering her. She also couldn't believe she was letting it happen, letting this unnatural monstrosity taste her. But the taint had grown enough in her that she was already fantasizing about accepting. Letting her worst enemy come and breed her. Sealing her fate as just another hellhound, maybe in his personal harem. The lowest of them all, used even by the other females, forced to eat them out when they felt the same perverted, corrupted tingling lust that was slowly swallowing up all of her body.

“Yes," he whispered. “You want it. Show that you do."

The hellhound circled around her again. Only this time he stopped in front of the increasingly corrupted, tainted goddess.

“Admit what you want – for lord Ninetails to claim you, to breed you, and I'll let you have a taste."

He positioned himself so that his thick, throbbing, slick cock, dripping with plentiful precum was mere inches away from Amaterasu's muzzle. The sight almost made her drool with desire.

What's wrong with me?

Just accept.

You'll never be happy again if you don't.

Her mind was in turmoil. And not being able to take a conscious decision, her body decided for her, guiding her deeper into corruption and lusty desperation. To her great horror, Amaterasu found herself craning her neck to press her nose against the hellhound's cock. Then, she licked it. It tasted indescribable, like heat, musk, and something deeper and darker that drove the goddess wild. Her tongue swiped over the leaking tip, gathering almost a mouthful of his precum, and that was it. That was exactly what she needed. With a canine, whining moan, her mind went almost blank at the deeply carnal flavor of it. She needed more.

“Good bitch," the hellhound growled. The blackness was spreading over Amaterasu's muzzle now as she engulfed the hellhound's cockhead, but she didn't care. Suckling on his beautiful manhood felt – and tasted – far too good to resist.

He let out a howl, calling for his master, and Ninetails arrived in a puff of smoke. Maybe he had been there all along, observing Amaterasu's descent, using his powers of trickery to hide in plain sight. The thought filled the wolf-goddess' heart with biting shame, but also perverted lust as she imagined the demon fox staring at her changing body, his cock hardening to finally and fully claim her.

“Well, well, if this is what you wanted, you didn't need to fight me the first time we met," Ninetails rumbled, his voice pleased behind his mask. “I would've happily fucked you then and there. The beautiful Mother of us All, knelt beneath the Demon Lord…"

His words seared shame into Amaterasu's soul. He paused, stepping closer, and she could feel his tainted aura.

“Not that there's much of the beautiful Amaterasu left, is there? You look almost like a proper hellhound already. Seems like someone had a little too much fun with the wolves I led to you," he laughed. “I knew you wouldn't be able to resist."

Amaterasu whimpered in protest.

“Now now, you don't need to hide what you are any longer. You were ready to submit to a common mutt of a hellhound. You are nothing but a warm, corrupt hole for me to sink my cock into," Ninetails grinned. He seemed to be drinking in Amaterasu's power, absorbing it into himself, and she was either too weak to resist, or wanted him to do it. Soon enough, another tail sprouted from his back. “…there we go. And while you're getting ready, I think it's time to teach you how to corrupt things in turn."

She kept lapping at the unnamed hellhound's cock, anything to distract herself from what was happening. It was too much, all too much. Ninetails reached to grab her tail in his mouth and guided the tip to the leaking spade between her legs, letting it soak in the mingled fluids. The dirtiness of it – emotional more than physical – left her own ink shifting to a red hue like the evil fox's own, while her fur kept growing darker and darker. Amaterasu watched in resigned fear as her front paws blackened to something demonic, with pronounced claws, and the darkness continued up her torso.

“Now let's see you paint with your own twisted lust," he laughed. “Go on. Try it. There's a guardian sapling over there, try healing it," Ninetails added, leaning in against Amaterasu with a mocking kind of affection.

She wanted to disappear as she focused on the sapling. Surely Ninetails was wrong. It didn't matter if her tail was soaked in sex and filth. It wasn't physical ink she painted the world with, it was-

-she flicked her tail, trembling at the redness of the ink, and watched the sapling wither, the beautiful petals and leaves falling off as the sacred tree shrunk, unable to bear her corrupted touch. And the fact came with such a rush of power that Amaterasu quivered, moaned, and came, her spade clenching and gushing with lust as she watched her new, twisted powers corrupt the land. It was even hotter than the wolves had been. Even hotter than the hellhound cock her tongue kept curling around.

“That's right. That's why we do it. And now you're ready for your pups," Ninetails whispered with a cruel sharpness to his voice.

And then he was on top of her. His forelegs wrapped around her waist, claws digging into the corrupted goddess' fur, and his amazing cock nudging itself against her entrance, smearing burning-hot precum over the sensitive flesh.

Amaterasu knew she'd end up pregnant with the fox's tainted kits. Mortal animals couldn't actually breed her, as a divine being, but a demon could. She should've backed out, whispered the last shreds of her former self. But maybe this was what she wanted to do. To breed more demons to spread the disgusting- no, beautiful corruption across the land. To be nothing more than a demon bitch for her master to breed!

Ninetails bucked his hips, a third tail sprouting from his backside as he drew strength from the domination of his rival. His cock sank into that welcoming, warm embrace, already wet with the cum of all the other males she had taken. His hardness felt like a white-hot iron rod inside her, and as she gasped, the hellhound mounted her front in turn, driving his cock deep into her open mouth, and even poking into her throat.

Amaterasu didn't gag. It felt like she was made for this. She swallowed around the demonic cock in her throat just as her clutching sex eagerly embraced Ninetails' virile manhood, already squeezing him as if begging for his kits, fresh juices drooling out around the hard flesh.

“Such a pathetic showing. Ah, but at least you'll be better after we make some changes," Ninetails mocked the wolf as he began to thrust, growing tail after tail from sheer dominance as he jackhammered into her, giving her no time to adjust.

The hellhound didn't either. He was panting happily as his cock slid in and out of Amaterasu's mouth. She could've bitten him, but all that was on her mind now was pleasure. Giving pleasure, no, giving herself to these beautiful males, feeling them both seed her. Corrupting her fully.

They throbbed almost in unison. While it wasn't the kind of verbal praise she was used to, she could still feel that empowering glow inside her. It was undeniable adoration, even coming from two demons, their bodies saying what their mouths would not. At the same time, the praise felt twisted, and she could feel it soaking into her very spirit, blackening it just as it blackened her fur, marking her as a horny demon, thrust by throbbing thrust.

Amaterasu could only moan, and even that was muffled by the hellhound's delicious cock, his knot slapping against her lips, and his precum coating her tongue in tangy, watery spurts. She felt each throb, and that liquid warmth, hotter than any mortal, deep inside her sex too, where Ninetails buried his hardness. An indescribably lewd little preview of how it'd feel to receive his potent, wonderful seed, sealing her fate as pregnant demon bitch.

Her body felt like a swirling mess of pleasure and corruption, as if pulled into a maelstrom by the dark energy that emanated from the two potent males. Amaterasu knew that her life was forever changed, that her spirit, body, and very essence had been twisted irrevocably by their touch. And she reveled in it, whining, barking, and moaning as the last white spots of her fur blackened, leaving the goddess looking much like a hellhound herself, except for the horns. And even the horns, she could already feel growing in. The last, unmistakable claim upon her body. What everyone would see and instantly know that she was just another mutt from the lower planes.

The hellhound picked up his pace, his throaty growls seeming to linger in the air as he thrust deeper into her throat, his knot swelling and pressing against her gasping lips, stretching and throbbing in time with the Ninetails' thrusts. Amaterasu didn't fight it. She loved the sensation of being completely dominated by these insatiable creatures. What demon wouldn't?

Ninetails looked down at her, his eyes gleaming with hunger and desire. He growled low in his throat. Even he couldn't quite find the right words, not this close to release, and so, he acted more like a common animal might, sinking his teeth into Amaterasu's scruff as he got closer and closer. Again, she barked with pleasure as her lupine sex squeezed the fox's shaft lovingly. Hungrily. She was beyond ready. She wanted to be taken. To be locked into this body of endless pleasure and corruption for as long as her master wanted her to.

The hellhound was the first to cum. Roaring in triumph, the hellhound thrust deep into her throat, and then she felt him pulse. The first rope of his cum erupted directly into her belly, leaving Amaterasu with no choice but to accept it. Then, perhaps out of sheer cruelty, the hellhound pulled out enough that the next gush of his seed blasted out onto Amaterasu's tongue, soaking her tastebuds in his masculine flavor. Again, the taste of his cum – to anyone not corrupted he would've tasted foul, like darkness and brimstone – nearly made the wolf-goddess slump down with the intensity of it all as she drank in his offering.

Then, only a few seconds after, while she still struggled to even breathe between deep gulps of the hellhound's release, she felt Ninetails' own climax, the pulsing of his cock as he spilled his seed deep within her womb. The kits would be beautiful abominations, half demon and half goddess, a tribute to the goddess' twisted fate and the insatiable hunger and relentless corruption of the demons. Time seemed to slow down to give her a chance to really take in that she had just let happen.

Ninetails was panting on top of her, emptying his seed into her. The ultimate act of love, or in his case, domination. Reducing her to his property, his toy to breed, his brush to taint the world with. And she had allowed it to happen, begged for it. It was too late to fight, now. Her horns had already sprouted, and she looked exactly like the hellhound that'd helped claim her. Had she had the willpower, she could've easily fended off the two. But no, she had wanted this. And now she had it; a new life as a demon, herself.

The realization was the final push she needed. Amaterasu felt her own body convulse in a bittersweet orgasm as the infernal energy surged through her, melding with the divine spark that still burned faintly within her. The pleasure was exquisite, a never-ending wave of ecstasy that washed over her, as hot as the divine embrace of the sun, but corrupted and twisted by the demonic nature of her domination.

Amaterasu could've sworn that she felt the moment Ninetails' little corrupted swimmers found her eggs and left her pregnant. Maybe it wasn't that. Maybe it was just the satisfaction of a good rutting. Either way, it was enough to leave her almost falling over, supported only by the two males.

“She makes for a rather beautiful hellhound, doesn't she?" Ninetails smirked. “All it took was fucking the goddess out of her."

The other hellhound, lacking Ninetails' endurance, could only pant happily in response, just as Amaterasu was doing. Eventually, he pulled out, and left the formerly white wolf drooling with cum-mixed saliva. When the knot buried in her other end softened enough for Nnetails to slip out as well, she collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut, falling over into the tainted grass in a puddle of their mixed fluids.

Ninetails had all nine of the tails that were his birthright now. All of her power was his. At least until something else upset the status quo, one day in the future. In a surprising gesture of affection, he – using his magic – carried her away, far more possessive now that the corrupted goddess was carrying his kits. Not to mention that his attitude would soften; she was no longer a threat, so he didn't need to remain quite so cruel.

When not rutting her to remind her of her place, anyway.

The world looked so different through a hellhound's eyes. Everything was inverted, in the strangest of ways. Night looked so much brighter, the obscene far more beautiful than what she had previous considered beautiful, the black corruption coating the earth looked sexy. She often found herself rolling around in it, letting it stick to her blackened fur so that it could in turn corrupt whatever animal mounted her next, when Lord Ninetails wasn't available to use her.

It also no longer hurt Amaterasu as she wandered in, now little more than a demon like any other. She felt constantly horny, readily offering herself to both demons and mortals to slate their lust on, if they wanted. She was already pregnant, after all, her divine belly slowly swelling with a litter of Ninetails' little bastards.

Life was much simpler, now. Letting everyone and everything have its way with her made the former goddess so happy. Because that one aspect of existence remained; no matter how corrupt, how tainted, how evil, everyone she let fuck her was still intensely grateful and appreciative, and she was never left feeling hungry for praise again.

Or cum, for that matter, which felt almost as thick, warm, and pleasant in her swollen belly and drooling from her well-used spade.

Maybe Ninetails was right. She should've lost against him the very first time they met.