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Amaterasu awoke, groggy and bathed in scorching hot sunlight on a smooth, grassy hill. It felt like she had slept for years, and she could barely remember anything of what had transpired before. She could remember Ninetails, and something happening that involved him. Something terribly lewd. Had she been defeated? There was a vague sense of dirtiness all about her, like she needed a bath, but the sun, and she was the sun after all, had burned most of whatever it had been away.

The wolf aspect of the goddess slowly stood up. Her legs trembled, and she felt rather weak throughout her entire body. Her thoughts flowed like molasses. Something had definitely happened to her, but as the sun, she always rose again… eventually. Yet, if she had been gone for a long time, what had happened to her beloved land? If she wasn't there to protect it as the wolf, there was no telling what could've happened.

Still, she looked around. The world seemed to be fine. There was no evident corruption here, at least not that she could see, but that black and oily feeling lingered on her fur, perhaps even inside her. Ninetails must have done something to her, but the specifics, whatever they might be, escaped her at the moment.

He was nowhere to be seen, either. The wolf stood up fully, and right away, a fragmented memory bubbled up in her sore, newly purified head, echoing the sheer degradation she had suffered at the kitsune's dirty paws. Memory after memory came flooding in; how she had been corrupted, transformed into something else entirely – something demonic – and then used. Used, again and again. Helpless, with a pack of hellhounds mounting and rutting her freely, with Ninetails above them all. And she had been pregnant, giving birth to even more demons. She sat down, to keep herself from falling over at the sudden dizzy spell that accompanied the erotic memories.

But where were they all, if that was so? Maybe someone else had successfully fought them off. Maybe that had taken place a thousand years ago. Maybe it had been a dream. Either way, she had to assume that at some point the sun had snatched her wolf-self away from that endless sexual hell and purged her, restoring her original white-furred form, which still felt a little alien to her now. She could almost imagine herself with black fur, and doing so made her feel the stirrings of rather familiar arousal, the kind all mortal wolves felt.

That couldn't be, though. Corruption couldn't possibly excite her. She was the goddess of the sun! She purified and kept the land safe from demons like Ninetails. Amaterasu shook her head, banishing that uninvited thought and the arousal with it. Clearly, she'd have a lot to work on.

There was something else, though. A nagging feeling lingered in the back of her mind. Almost like a mischievous mood. A desire to… trick someone. That was even more strange. Trickery was the domain of kitsunes; she was honest and straight-forward. Just like the sun, bright and powerful. So, what was up with that gnawing urge? Some kind of faded remnant of what had been done to her?

For a little moment, she simply sat there, staring towards the horizon as she tried to get her mind back into gear. As far as she knew, she was still herself. That seemed like an easy conclusion to make. But there had been some kind of change, that much was also obvious. It wasn't that deities were incapable of change; she knew many colleagues across the world whose domains had drifted with time, but it felt stranger now that it was, seemingly, happening to her.

The sun was making her sleepy, too. That wasn't usually the case. It was as if she just wanted to nap the day away and be awake during the night instead, which was completely unlike her. Besides, people are easier to trick at night.

Amaterasu laid back down and closed her eyes. There was just no way she could do anything when it was this warm. Almost right away, she dozed off in the warm sun again, dreaming almost nostalgically of all the events that had led her to this point. In the dream, all the memories were perfectly clear; her corrupting that sapling like a demon would, and nearly cumming her brains out. The ecstasy of letting the hellhounds fuck her like she was their broodmare. Their puppy mill.

But that wasn't what she really was, even if it had been wonderful in that dirty, perverted way, wallowing in corruption and cum, rolling around in it and letting it soak into her. That had simply been an identity forced on her by Ninetails. She wasn't submissive like that. She was still herself.

The dream moved on. Thoughts drifted from one place to another. The memories were pleasant, but with the singular problem that the wolf-goddess was a dominant force. It wasn't the corruption or the sex that bothered her, at least not with her critical mind asleep and further dazed by the warmth of the sun.

She dreamt of herself as a fox. A little smaller, a little sneakier. That felt more like what she wanted to do, embracing trickery just like Ninetails did, teasing the other creatures of the islands into all kinds of embarrassing or perhaps lusty acts. No, not perhaps. Definitely. She was a goddess, after all, and could easily make the mortals do whatever it was that she wanted.

That was, of course, as Amaterasu would later reason when awake, a kind of corruption too. But trickery, at least, was a dominant role, and it didn't have to be evil the same way that destruction and corruption were. So, it'd be okay. If she just fed that new side of herself a little bit, it'd keep her from falling back into that inviting all-out corruption that Ninetails and his demons represented.

She'd just need a mask. She was Amaterasu, after all, and couldn't possibly risk the spirits, animals, and people of Japan discovering that she was the one pulling tricks on them. Suddenly, Ninetails' near-obsession with always wearing one made perfect sense. It was easier to simply act as someone else if she did. And there was nothing wrong with it! Kitsunes did it all the time, and everyone liked kitsunes. There was nothing wrong with just a little playful bit of pretending, right?

When she properly woke up after a long and interesting day's sleep, the sun had already set. The cool night air was invigorating to the changed goddess, almost arousing.

This was more like it! What were the stars, if not distant suns, anyway?

First, then, to try out this new, more exciting life, Amaterasu found a fallen tree. From it, her claws quickly carved a mask – one with a long and slender muzzle reminiscent of a fox – and with her tail-brush, she painted it in the traditional colors. White, with black and red details. A little threatening, but not outright menacing like the mask Lord Ninetails always wore.

Lord? No, that wasn't right. He was just a kitsune, and he was below Amaterasu in the ranks of the divinities. Far below. Maybe she'd trick him into something that completely degraded him before his servants, at some point.

Then, the very moment that she first put on her mask, there was a strange, almost electric sensation that rushed through her entire body; a quake or vibration of pleasure that erupted into a second bushy tail extending from her hindquarters. Her immediate reaction was alarm, and she spun around, looking for if anyone else was near, but the night was quiet and still. A second tail. Like a kitsune.

Just thinking of that made her shudder again, in a kind of unwanted but rather pleasurable quiver of frisson that left her fur standing on end. She glanced at her tail and found it wagging with excitement. In fact, it felt so good that she found herself rather tingly and wet again, with a trickle of lust drooling from her spade. She slipped a tail down to brush over that sensitive spot, and another tremor shot through her. Wearing the mask and being all foxlike felt good.

Amaterasu wanted to take a moment to enjoy it properly, but at the same time, she was just as eager to get started exploring this new direction in her life. Just then, she heard a bark in the distance. A fox, it had to be! If she could trick a fox – all of whom possessed at least a touch of magic and could one day become kitsunes – she'd be set to trick anyone she wanted to, like a particular demon-fighting mortal she had in mind. But it was a matter of starting small, and between the immediate excitement and the arousal from the growth of her new tail, she suddenly had an idea.

She'd present herself as a fox in heat and trick the wild one into fucking her. Oh, how embarrassed he'd be when he discovered that she was actually a wolf, and could've devoured him at any time, had she chosen to do so. It'd also be a perfect test of her new mask! Quickly, she scampered down the hill, only slowing down as she approached the male that was now staring at the much bigger “fox" with a curious look in his eyes, one that warmed up into something amorous as the todd realized she was female, and clearly, a fellow fox. Only one much older and more magical, given her twin tails!

Amaterasu approached him, close enough that her muzzle brushed against his. The fox didn't even seem to notice the mask she wore, and a quick glance downward revealed his vulpine cock swelling out of its sheath at her lusty, wet scent. Amaterasu knew how this dance went after her time with the hellhounds; she danced around, raised her hips, and flicked her tail aside to invite the poor fox to mount her as if she were a vixen.

The fox, evidently barely believing his luck that such a big, beautiful female wanted to mate with him, wasted no time at all in taking that invitation. He bounced up, wrapping his legs around Amaterasu's hips, and thrust his comparatively small cock into her blissful, wet heat with a happy bark. There was no resistance, least of all from the disguised wolf. The feeling was pleasant, but it was tricking the fox into doing it – and into wasting his cum inside her instead of a real vixen – that really excited her.

He began to hammer into her in a feral, lusty frenzy, with little thought except to hurry before this beautiful giant fox changed her mind. It still felt good, rushed as it was; the fox's cock pistoning into her leaking spade almost felt better than that of a wolf, if only because of the naughtiness of cross-species breeding… and the fact that he thought she was a fox, too. It took only a few minutes of sweet thrusting, that unfortunately didn't bring Amaterasu any closer to orgasm, before the fox's knot swelled inside her and locked him in, at least with a little clenching help from the goddess.

Then his cock twitched. Yes! The male never suspected anything at all as he panted, happily, on top of the goddess, offering every drop of his virile seed to her as tribute, filling her lust-slick pussy with everything he could muster.

She felt so accomplished, feeling that heat bloom inside her. It seemed to empower her the way the sun and good deeds had, earlier in her life. It was praise, in the most physical of forms, and Amaterasu – like all divinities – subsisted on it. Yet it was even more affirming; each throb also emphasized her newfound success as a trickster, and she clenched wetly just fantasizing about it. Amaterasu didn't quite cum, but she was left just on the sweet edge of it; the kind of state of mind that encouraged more and more perverted, lusty acts to reach the promised peak of pleasure.

Eventually, the todd finished spending himself, offering every little bit of himself to the goddess. The steady throbbing slowed to weak little twitches, and the poor little thing slumped down on top of her. She gave him one last playful squeeze as he finished worshipping her needy body.

With her plans fulfilled, a third tail quickly grew out, coiling around the exhausted male fox while he was still tied with Amaterasu, along with the other two, as if lovingly embracing him, thanking him for what he had done. The poor thing didn't really put two and two together, the goddess thought with a smile hidden by her mask. She must've looked entirely like a kitsune to him, especially given the tails, if he was so willing to pump all that sexy fox-cum into her lupine pussy. She shivered with delight, clenching happily around his swollen knot.

Why did it feel so good to deceive people, and why had she never thought about doing it before? The sun never deceived. Was her entire domain slowly shifting? If so, then to what? The eclipsed sun, both bright and dark at once? Oh, it didn't matter. She'd work out the specifics later on. For now, she was perfectly happy with things just the way they were, though she wouldn't have minded a few more tails to really emphasize her majesty. She clenched around the fox's knot again, savoring the thick, sticky warmth pooled inside her, with barely a drop leaking out.

He fell asleep before his cock had even finished filling her. But that was alright. He'd go soft soon enough, Amaterasu knew – she recalled her times with the hellhounds – and, sure enough, he did, curling up into little round pillow of a fox as his cock retreated back into its sheath. Amaterasu stayed curled up next to her temporary lover for a little longer, before that urge to toy with another fool started to worm its way back into her mind.

The mask worked perfectly, Amaterasu mused. The fox was all satisfied, not even knowing what it had just done! That meant it was time for some more delicious mischief, and she had the perfect idea in mind. She had once met a man called Oki, far in the north of Kamui. He was a mortal, one of the Oina, but he had the unique ability to turn into a wolf. Amaterasu and he had spent some time fighting off demons, but he was arrogant, just the type of person who needed to be taught a trickster's lesson.

There was just one more thing to do first. She painted her paw black and pressed it against the fox's rump. That'd serve to show him what had actually happened, and Amaterasu had to suppress the urge to giggle at how clever she felt.

And so, leaving the fox there – with a wolf pawprint on his hindquarters that he'd get to discover once he recovered from his post-coital slumber – Amaterasu began her long journey north. Green hills were slowly replaced by snow as the air grew colder. There was corruption along the way, but she didn't have time to deal with that right now. Someone else could handle it, or she might once she was done giving Oki what he deserved, but for now, the demons would, ironically, prove useful to her.

In fact, as she made her way north, she had some rather delicious ideas on how she might use them to her advantage. The two-legged and wolf-like demons of the north were always rather sexually exaggerated, lusty and perverted, and while that wasn't something that Amaterasu usually let herself think about, they'd be perfect for her newest little scheme.

She just needed a way to get Oki to “agree" to her little plans. And along the way, she suddenly had the perfect, most devious idea. She stopped at a little village and snatched a large bottle of sake from one of their storage sites. Sure, she could have bought it, but she was a goddess; why should she, the one who protected them, have to pay for a single bottle that was for a good cause?

Oki loved sake. He felt that it empowered him when it came to fighting off demons. Still, a bottle of it alone wasn't enough; it needed something extra, a little spice to make it do something really exciting and clever. But what? One ingredient that came to Amaterasu's mind immediately was one that would, with a little help from her divine magic, both excite and transform the wolf into a more appropriate shape. But she had no immediate source of that special little substance.

Or did she? She was a goddess! Of course she did. She could simply paint the necessary things into the world. So, Amaterasu waved her three tails, painting a certain something, and then almost doubled over with a bark of pleasure as the painting manifested into reality. Between her legs, where there'd previously only been her spade, now hung a rather impressive lupine cock in addition to the former. And it felt amazing to just flex those muscles and feel it bounce, slapping against her belly.

Now this was perfect for what she was planning! Next, she painted into existence a little sleeve to slide her new cock into, attached to a rack, then opened the bottle of sake and set it beneath the sleeve, and finally, she mounted it like she had seen and felt males do so often.

At first, the act and motions were still unfamiliar, her female body not used to them, but as her cock touched the end of the slippery, soft sleeve she had just created, something new awakened in the back of her head. An almost masculine lust and an aching desire to stuff her cock into something, anything even. Was this how all males felt? No wonder they were so desperately horny to always fuck her, Amaterasu giggled, as she let her hips buck a little more firmly, and the tapered tip of her cock caught on the toy's hole.

And then she thrust inside. The soft rubber that she had painted engulfed her cock easily, and now, she really understood why males wanted to do this all the time! It felt heavenly to have her cock stroked and milked like that, and she suddenly very much wanted to try it with a real female. But this was necessary so that she could use her cum for something in particular… and after that, she'd have a willing bitch to mount as much as she wanted, just like she deserved.

But first, she was going to enjoy the moment. Clumsily, Amaterasu thrust into her makeshift sleeve, panting happily as strange new waves of pleasure and pressure built deep in her loins, like a tightness that desperately needed relief, compounding with each thrust. Soon she was not only panting but drooling as she rutted happily into the toy. Her pussy, still there just above her cock, was drooling too, its lupine nectar leaking down, and with each thrust, coating her shaft and making the toy feel startlingly close to the real thing.

Oh, how many of these wonderful mortal pleasures had she been depriving herself of, sticking so strictly to the rules? This was the life, and what she was about to do excited her even more than the toy squeezing her cock so tightly.

Amaterasu sped up her thrusting until she was fucking the toy almost on autopilot, hips a blur as she followed the sensations of her new cock, and together with her fantasies, that was enough to push her over the edge. With a howl, she came. The sensation was so different from a female orgasm. It was much more focused on her cock, like that was the most important thing in the world, and the sense of sheer relief from the heavy pressure of cum building up inside her was ecstatic as the first thick rope erupted from her tip.

Partially, it splattered over the open bottle of sake. Enough dripped into the bottle that it'd accomplish the goddess' plans. But then, she kept cumming and couldn't even pull her hips back. At first Amaterasu barely understood what was happening – the orgasmic throbs of her cock kept blanking out her mind – but she had ended up tying the toy. More and more pulses of cum spat forth from her cock and partially filled the bottle as she weakly ground against it as her orgasm went on, to the point she could barely see anything with how tear-soaked her eyes were. In her mind's eye, though, everything was incredibly vivid; her seeding a wolf, maybe even a kitsune, while in turn getting bred by some vaguely masculine figure, perhaps one of the wolf-demons with their paradoxical yet beautiful horsecocks.

Finally, it stopped, and the wolf slumped down on top of her new toy.

She pulled back and realized that she was, in fact, still stuck, and trying to extricate herself from the sleeve hurt. A quick wag of her brush-like tails fixed it, though; the rack was gone along with the wonderful toy – it almost hurt to say goodbye to it – but the now-tainted bottle of sake remained.

Amaterasu wasn't perhaps entirely sure of what the drink would do, but she had a good idea. Quickly, she slid the cork into the bottle again, almost moaning as a fourth tail grew in, wagging in sync with the others at the prospect of making Oki drink the stuff.

Oki wasn't hard to find. She curled her tails around each other to avoid giving anything away, and an hour further north, she had already found herself on a battlefield, and on it, a masked, strong-looking feral wolf tore through a pack of demons. That would be Oki; always the first to fight, and always just as confident in his abilities. He pounced on the last of them and sent the demon scrambling away, only escaping by a hair's width as Oki spotted Amaterasu approaching. The black and red wolf looked at her with the kind of smirk that reflected his selfish arrogance.

“Mm-hm. Nice mask. I take it you're here to assist me," he stated, bluntly. All he had ever cared about was slaying demons, and very little for anyone else. Oh, that would change soon enough.

She nodded her head. Amaterasu had never found it necessary to speak. She placed the bottle of sake on the ground and nudged it towards the other wolf.

“Sake? I suppose I could use a pick-me-up," the wolf replied, rather satisfied with the apparent offering. “But we have to be quick. It's only a matter of time before the demons regroup and begin another assault.

He bit the cork and yanked it out while holding the bottle down with a paw, not even bothering to shift out of his preferred wolf form. Then, with Amaterasu smiling underneath her mask, he grabbed it by the neck and raised it, gulping down about half the contents seemingly without even pausing to enjoy the taste.

“Perfect," he said, tossing the half-empty bottle aside with a flick of his head. “Just what I needed. Now-"

And then he froze. “What is happening-"

It didn't take too many changes to turn a wolf from male to female. They lacked the sexual dimorphism of some other species. Oki fell over onto his side as his insides began to reshape themselves, quickly forming a womb while the nipples on his belly grew more pronounced. Amaterasu circled him, giggling quietly to herself as a fifth tail grew, all of them wagging once again as she watched the arrogant fighter's balls slowly shrink.

The demons, of course, could sense an opportunity when one presented itself, and a crowd of the wolves approached as they saw their old enemy twitching and squirming on the cold, snowy ground. But Amaterasu stepped between him and them, shaking her head. She made a motion with her paw like the ticking of a clock. If they wanted, they could actually have fun, rather than simply kill their foe. And then, as she demonstrated by turning around with playful flair, flicking her tail up to reveal her damp feminine sex, they could enjoy her, too.

She wasn't sure if the wolf-demons recognized who she really was, but she was at least visibly divine; her many, beautiful tails, and the unnatural, striking patterns of her fur made that clear. And as always, though they were violent and brutish, demons loved nothing more than the opportunity to corrupt mortals, or when they could, even gods.

Of course, this time it'd be purely on Amaterasu's own terms. She would fuck those beautiful cocks as she pleased. She smiled, sighing happily as she saw the wolves' equine cocks rise almost in unison, anticipating both her pussy and the one Oki would be growing, as the result of her greatest trick yet!

Behind her, Oki kept thrashing and squirming, clearly caught in the throes of feelings more intense than he could handle as a result of the tainted sake. His entire body trembled as his sheath finally disappeared, only for what little remained of it to puff out into an already wet canine spade. A space that twitched, just like Amaterasu's, with desire. It was quickly followed by a flush of heat as the remaining magic of the tainted mixture kicked her new body into full fertility, a feverish and ovulating state where she'd be both receptive and vulnerable to almost any male. Perhaps even with her hatred of demons.

Just then, one of the wolf-demons tapped Amaterasu on her shoulder. A handsome, muscular wolf who, demonic though he was, didn't quite dare strike her, recognizing the strange wolf-kitsune as something much stronger. But he was holding the half-empty bottle of sake in a kind of cheeky offering; perhaps she, too, would like a drink, given how pleasant it seemed to be for their enemy.

When Amaterasu didn't react negatively in protest, he placed the bottle against her lips, just below her mask. The wolf knew exactly what'd happen. It'd put her into heat, too, but then, why not? Hadn't she deserved a moment to unwind and relax after a whole day of working so hard on her little tricks? Especially her masterpiece Oki, who was still moaning on the ground with her hips twitching as if trying to rub her swollen cunt against something as the other demons approached.

She grabbed the bottle of her self-tainted sake and tilted it all into her mouth. The sake masked the taste of cum rather well, but there was a certain muskiness to it, a slimy consistency that she actually found surprisingly exciting. It rushed through her entire being and made her entire body feel warm from the very first gulp. The demon glanced at her with its red eyes. No, not yet, she indicated with a shake of her head. She had a much higher resistance to it than a mortal could. Besides, she still wanted to watch them fuck Oki first. That was the whole point of everything she had done so far.

“Amaterasu, why, why would you do this," the wolf choked as she barely managed to squirm herself up on all fours, her legs weak and wobbly with arousal. “Why?"

She never answered, but she did smile. Not that Oki could see it. The point wasn't to be mean, anyway; it was to show the wolf a whole new way to enjoy herself through the pleasures of femininity. As much as Amaterasu liked her new cock – which she certainly intended to put to use, soon, after the demons had warmed Oki up for her – there was no real contest when it came to the feeling of being filled with cock after cock.

As she watched the throng of wolf-demons crowd Oki, she shuddered as a sixth tail unfurled behind her like a divine reward for pulling it all off exactly as planned.

She was starting to feel rather flushed, too. The tainted sake was slowly working its way through her body like liquid fire. Her skin felt more sensitive, her ears almost twice so, and between her legs, her spade was leaking again, her own juices dripping out, and with that, what little remained of the fox's cum. He had been a fun, energetic lover, but looking at the handsome and sexy demons around them both made Amaterasu lick her lips; those equine cocks were made to break mortals, and even if she herself might not break… just getting rutted would surely be good enough. Rutted and bred. She remembered, in vivid detail, how good it had felt with Ninetails' hellhound servants.

Oh, she'd enjoy them all. Have each and every one of them worship her body with those cocks. But it would be on her terms. She snapped at a demon who tried to grab her hips. Not yet. Instead, she nodded towards Oki.

They descended on her, each one eager to fuck out the frustrations of fighting her as she had been. Oki moaned as one wolf's rough fingers thrust into her new pussy. The feeling of something going inside her like that was more intense that the former male ever could've imagined. Her entire body seemed to clench around the unnaturally warm digits, as if trying to make them cum inside her. Just the way it'd do for a cock, without any conscious input from Oki herself.

“Time for some payback," one of them grunted. They all looked almost the same: black-furred, hulking wolves standing upright with glowing red eyes and snarling muzzles, each one muscular and radiating heat. Between their legs hung rather monstrous – and mouthwatering – horse-like cocks that twitched and bobbed with need, framed by swollen balls as big as ripe plums. They were lust made flesh, grotesquely beautiful and obscene, their bodies designed for fucking and nothing else.

And each of them, despite the little fragments of unique personalities that they might exhibit, was just a cock. A thick, firm pole to satisfy and dominate others with. They represented the most superficial, casual kind of sex, carnal and degrading with no deeper emotion of any kind. And that was perfect for this. The corruption didn't matter that much; Amaterasu would get over it, and Oki was only a mortal, despite being a fierce warrior.

With a pleased grunt, the first of the wolves placed his throbbing cock at Oki's swollen entrance and then thrust. Oki squealed in a rather undignified way – half pleasure, half pain – but then moaned and couldn't, just as Amaterasu predicted, keep herself from thrusting back against the demon to drive his cock deeper into her heat-struck, fertile body.

“Feels better than fighting, doesn't it?" the demon growled, and then thrust hard into the warm depths of Oki's body. “Doesn't it?"

He grabbed the wolf by the neck without bothering to wait for an answer and tore the former warrior's mask off. She had a look that suggested both fear and overwhelming desire. Amaterasu smiled to herself as she watched Oki get properly fucked. Already, she was whimpering and moaning, completely unable to hide her arousal.

“Amaterasu! Help me, this isn't what-" she protested, as a final gesture of defiance before the demon really slammed his cock all the way into her, knocking the wolf's breath away.

Another wolf took hold of her muzzle and opened it wide with a pair of rough, strong fingers. Then, a rather thick slab of demonic wolfcock was slapped against her tongue and unceremoniously thrust into her mouth. A third demon erupted over Oki's back, soaking her fur with tainted cum that left her fur an even darker black.

Watching the corruption that necessarily followed being fucked by demons nearly made Amaterasu gush her mind out right then and there. She was already practically vibrating with excitement at participating herself, and as Oki got filled with wonderful, sexy demonic cock from both ends, it was finally too much for her to resist. She flicked her tail up and held it up, showing off her leaking sex in a clear, lusty invitation.

It took less than five seconds for one of the demons to mount her. He grabbed her hips and hoisted her next to Oki – perhaps wanting them both to watch each other get fucked – and then, without a single moment of hesitation, placed his cock at her entrance. A split second later, the blunt tip of his breeding rod pushed into her. It felt even better than the hellhounds ever had, and her own cock bounced with excitement, spitting out a clear rope of slick precum as her spade drooled all over the demon's cock.

Her fur didn't blacken this time even as she wallowed in that corrupted pleasure. Instead, two more tails grew in at once, as she embraced that kitsune-like part of herself, simply enjoying things. That was when she realized that the mask she was wearing no longer blocked vision at all. It wasn't a mask anymore; it was her. She looked just like a fox, like Lord Ninetails. And that realization made her clench hard around the demon. Then the fact that he would never recognize who she really was made her do it again, until she was a moaning, shuddering mess beneath the demon's rutting thrusts, her body bouncing helplessly with each sharp motion.

“Good girl," the demon growled, perhaps not used to having such enthusiastic lovers, and Amaterasu almost melted at that.

But her cock was being neglected. As she watched, the wolf fucking Oki reached his peak and came, roaring like a lion as he shuddered against the other female's rump, a deluge of his plentiful seed gushing out around his cock with each heavy throb. The demons came like stallions, and Amaterasu almost felt jealous, if not for having her own stud nearing his climax and about to make her feel just as good.

It didn't take the “stud" long, though. Demons, as always, cared only for their own pleasure. Any pleasure felt by their victims was just a side effect. And so, Amaterasu felt the long and firm equine cock tense up inside her, throb a few times, and then jerk hard, as a wave of searing heat erupted in her depths. It felt like gallons of it, flooding her pussy and surging into her womb, the pressure driving it deeper into her fertile body. And she could feel every heavy pulse of the demon's urethra, his flare scraping her walls as it tried in vain to seal her and trap the corrupting seed inside, where it could take root in more ways than one.

Amaterasu came, too, of course. But it was only her pussy that came, a half-orgasm now that she had given herself both sets of genitalia. Yes, it felt heavenly, ecstatic even, each spasm of her milking spade around the demon's cock feeling so wet and wonderful that she was half worried she might become the sun, burning up in a big glowing ball of pleasure. But she didn't; she took everything the demon had to offer, and what she couldn't keep inside her spilled around his cock, in heavy and virile gushes. As soon as his orgasm was over, the demon breeding her pulled out, but right now, it was her turn. Her cock, neglected, ached for release, and the moment that Oki was once again filled with a fresh, warm load of cum, she took the opportunity and mounted him.

“A-Amaterasu, you… what…" the dazzled, heat-struck wolf moaned as she felt an eerily familiar kind of cock prod at her entrance. A lupine one. She had no idea what was going on, only that her body burned for more. Any further questions were quickly silenced by another equine cock filling her mouth and sliding effortlessly all the way down her throat. Just then, Amaterasu thrust into her, too.

And that – it was beyond almost anything she, even as a goddess, had ever felt. Another wolf's heat-soaked pussy, wet and full of cum, engulfing her new cock was intense enough to make the deity see stars. The instant her sex swallowed her up, she was already thrusting, frothy demon-seed spilling out around where she rutted into her old, belligerent rival.

“Good girl," one of the demons rumbled. Amaterasu wasn't sure if they meant her or Oki, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered right now except for the squeezing, furnace-like heat around her cock. The demons were all stroking themselves as they watched.

One of them pushed under her tail even as she started to really fuck the former male. She welcomed that, too, and the demon-wolf growled as his cock slid into her in turn, the far more powerful thrusts setting the rhythm by bucking into her hips and pushing Amaterasu against her momentary lover, roughly slamming her cock into Oki's pussy. Pinned between them, Amaterasu let her body become little more than a conduit, her back arching with each deep stroke that also forced her cock to plunge into Oki with each of the demon's thrusts. Her shaft throbbed inside the other wolf's stretched spade, already slick with a mess of demonic cum and her own nectar, bathing her cock in the tainted heat. It felt like it was soaking into her, and in truth, it was.

She couldn't be fully corrupted, but parts of her could, especially those that weren't originally hers. So, as the demon pulled out, and pulled Amaterasu out of Oki's body with it, she watcher her new cock morph, twisting and thickening into a massive equine length, just like what the demons had. The sight nearly made her choke on her arousal; it looked so beautiful, that mismatched, tingling demonic cock, black with pink splotches, and knowing it was hers, that it'd only grow bigger and feel better if she let their cum continue changing her.

And she wanted it to. So, she kept fucking Oki, thrusting into her scorching hot body, and letting the demons' cum soak into her, absorbed into her body in turn. It'd be such fun to surprise people with her changed cock, wouldn't it?

One final tail grew, joining the other eight, as she finally became what she had once so loathed. And it felt divine. All nine tails wrapped around the demon's hips, coiling tight to drag the muscular brute deeper, grinding his cock against every sensitive inch of her insides as she climbed toward a cresting orgasm, shoving her horsecock deeper into Oki's twitching, clenching cunt in perfect sync with the demon's thrusts.

It was too much, far too much. The sensations threatened to devour her whole. Could she ever even stop having sex if it was going to feel this good? She was probably already pregnant with demonic pups again, and she didn't care. She wanted to be, and she wanted Oki to be, too. That was the ultimate beauty of her trick; everyone ended up much happier than they had started off as!

And it seemed that in the end, the new nine-tailed kitsune had tricked even herself.

As she realized that, she came, and that orgasm took every fragment of her consciousness with it. She exploded inside Oki, breeding the wolf with so much cum that it felt impossible that her body could even produce such volumes. She felt the backwash soak her belly and legs, and being dirty only excited her further. Then, as the demon-cock inside her twitched in turn and rewarded her for being such a good girl with another stallion-sized load of cum, the pleasure surged to delirious heights.

She glanced down at her meaty, throbbing cock. She felt herself being filled with that sexy, masculine heat. This was paradise, or at least as close to it as she had ever felt, Amaterasu realized, drooling over the wolf's back as she just kept twitching and throbbing, her orgasm seemingly never-ending. If that was all there was, she would've been happy enough. Yet, there was one more thing; her climax and her seeding of the formerly so arrogant and angry wolf triggered her orgasm too. Suddenly, Oki stiffened. She let out a howl as the constant rutting by both the demons and Amaterasu finally brought her over the edge.

By now, Oki's entire body was pitch-black and red, just like the two-legged demons that had completely subjugated her. Small horns had grown in, obsidian in color and texture, and her eyes, when she could manage to open them, glowed a demonic red. All around her, her musk hung thick in the air, a distinctly polluted and impure scent that whispered tales of her perversion and lewdness to anyone who came near. There was little left of the brave, if selfish, warrior who had once mindlessly sought to destroy every last demon she could find.

As she came, as those twitches began and blossomed into soaring pleasure, she gushed around Amaterasu's cock_._ Only this time, she didn't just cum the way mortals did. It was more than that; it was her fully demonic body shedding the last aspect of mortality it had; her soul. Amaterasu knew exactly what to do. Though her entire body fought her doing so, she slowly pulled out of Oki, forcing herself to leave that blissful sexual comfort just like the demon left her in turn, and they both left their partners leaking with a deluge of rich, warm cum.

But with that cum, from Oki's wide-open and spasming sex, dripped something else, along with her nectar. The very essence of what had made her herself, before all this started. Drop by drop, spasm by spasm, her pleasure wrung it all out of her even after Amaterasu's obscene, equine cock had left her quivering, pleasure-wracked body.

Those juices crystallized where they splattered into the snow. Once Oki was completely spent and collapsed into the snow, falling onto her side, and before any of the demons could do anything, Amaterasu grabbed what had formed, the solidified remains of Oki's mortality; smooth, slippery, and crystalline. It was the perfect shape for the final little trick she had in mind, too, and her entire body tingled in anticipation at getting to taste such forbidden – perhaps some might argue demonic – pleasures.

The demons themselves growled and snarled, each of them wanting that beautiful prize, but Amaterasu did not relent. This was her trick, and she had earned it. Ultimately, exhausted from rutting the both of them as the demons were, they had no choice but to relent, returning to mating with the equally exhausted Oki while letting the kitsune – or whatever the beautiful fox really was – do what she wanted. They would, of course, take their envy out on their newest bitch.

Amaterasu, however, knew exactly what she wanted to do. She let one of her many tails curl around the smooth little crystal, and then brought it to her entrance, still leaking with demonic cum. Oh, the old Oki would not have approved of what she was about to do, but the new and improved one certainly didn't mind.

She teased her swollen spade with it for a moment, but then, need overtook her again. She thrust it into herself, into her tainted spade and deep into her body, moaning with dissolute joy as she used Oki's very soul as a toy. The wolf would be perfectly happy as a demon, doing nothing but breeding all day. He was a much better fit for being a broodmare than Amaterasu ever could've been; already, her belly was beginning to bulge with the sheer volume of cum, and perhaps with new, corrupted life.

Amaterasu reached her final, shattering orgasm as she felt her inner walls clenching around Oki's crystalline soul, dissolving and absorbing it in a final, breathless rush of pleasure that left her barking and squirming, barely able to stand up in the throes of orgasm. Every part of her body felt aflame with pure lust, burning with arousal as euphoria radiated through her being now at the finale of her big, very kitsune-like trick. She rolled onto her back just in time for her cock to twitch and soak her front in thick, plentiful cum. She came like a stallion herself, maybe even more than the demons, from the sheer force of it all. And yet, her cock didn't go soft, nor did her pussy dry even as it kept milking the soul inside it into nothingness.

Was she even a wolf anymore? It didn't matter. She kept cumming and cumming, just like Oki while the wolves fucked her, as her lust burned away the last possibility of the warrior returning to her former self. Oh, mortals. Amaterasu could understand exactly why demons loved corrupting them so much. She wasn't a demon, of course, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy the pleasures their unique forms could bring.

Eventually, though, the soul-toy was gone. Amaterasu slumped down onto the snow, which melted around her overheated body. In her mind, she was already planning new tricks and pranks that she could pull, maybe a few more mortals she could trick into parting with their souls. First, though…

…first, she'd take a little longer to enjoy her subservient pack of demons.