The Culprit [Subscriber Reward]
The villain who brought OldQuarry to ruin faces justice.
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The Culprit By Limewah Subscriber Reward for Flarfenarfle (March 2025) 18+ This story is a follow-up to A Failed Escape.
Utahime was a slave to her lust. Like every other soul in the doomed, lost city of OldQuarry.
The floating eye-constructs that had put her under this lustful spell were now floating rather listlessly. The ones that remained, anyway. One by one, they were vanishing into nothingness, the magic that created them slowly waning and ebbing back into the ether that surrounded and bound all things.
Not that the kitsune noticed. She had come innumerable times, not that she would have been able to keep track. Numbers, words, concepts… all were banished from her brain, leaving only the intense, torturous, un-ending lust.
After long days and nights of this, the limits of her consciousness were approaching. The release of oblivion. The only way to end this torturous arousal…
She fell unconscious at last, her eyes still wide, her face stiff and wide in an endless, silent moan.
*
Then she woke.
“Kkhh!”
She sat upright, feeling her weight sinking into velour and goose-down. It was a familiar squishy sensation. A sensation she knew well, a place she’d woken up in with a splitting hangover many a time after a rager at her step-brother’s place. She was also draped in a warm, coarse linen robe.
Something wet and moist was draining down her face. At first, as she blinked, she thought it might have been tears, but it was just a little thicker and oilier.
Her eyes felt sore, but significantly less so than they might have.
As her vision focused, a familiar orange shape resolved in front of her. A fox with fluffy cheeks and a pouffe of hair between his long, red-tipped ears. He was holding a little phial of clear liquid in his paws, and a small dropper.
“H-hey sis,” Clayton said.
“What’m I doing here…?” she groaned.
“I brought you, of course!” Clay said, grinning sheepishly.
“Oh, fuck, you were in OldQuarry?” she reached out to grab his shoulders. “What were you doing there, how did you escape, how did you avoid the witch’s…”
She could see the guilt in that smile now.
“Clay.”
“Y-Yes, Uta?”
“Did you cast that spell on Oldquarry.”
“Uh… so, maybe I-”
He didn’t get to finish that thought before Utahime leapt over his head, her paws perched on his shoulders. As she landed on the other side, she gripped and pulled, using her momentum to throw Clay through the air like a bullet from a sling.
Clay’s shriek was brought to an abrupt end when his head tore right through an oil painting of their mother and embedded in the wall.
Utahime watched him with crossed arms, waiting for him to pull and wriggle himself free.
It took a lot of effort - paws scrabbling for leverage and shredding the canvas of the portrait, further demolishing their mother’s face.
When he finally fell free, he landed on his back with a particularly painful whack, one that came with a slight tinkling sound beneath them - probably the Foxfire Inn’s chandelier, jostled by the force of that fall.
The fox-witch groaned and writhed, as Utahime approached to stand over him.
“Explain yourself,” Utahime said, putting a footpaw right on his chest. “You’ve crossed a fuckin’ line. I just… don’t know how you had it in you?”
“Had what in -” Clay wheezed as she pushed down. “What do you mean?!”
“Killing an entire town just to get back at one person…?”
“What?” Clay’s eyes shot wide open. “Killing-what-no! Jeez, no! Don’t worry, it’s all good, they’re all fine, my staff’s made sure everyone got rehydrated and back on their feet once I dispelled those spirits, I swear!”
“Huh.” Utahime knew Clayton was an atrocious liar. So it was just as easy to tell when he was being genuine.
“They’re just serving time…” Clayton said. “Everyone’s getting some shifts here at the Foxfire to pay back the debt that cheapskate mayor owes me.”
“Hm.” Utahime shook her head. “But… I’m pretty sure I saw a corpse or two.”
“Well…” Clay’s sheepish grin returned, as if he was a kid caught stealing a pie from a windowsill. “Materials for resurrection spells ain’t cheap, so some of them are gonna be working for a good while, hehe_hrk_!”
Utahime slid her paw straight up Clay’s chest and clamped her toes around his nose.
She couldn’t really smell it, but she knew from the oily gloss on her fur that she hadn’t been bathed while unconscious. And she definitely hadn’t had the luxury of bathing while trapped in that city.
She pinched his nose as tightly as she could, and felt his body squirm like a trapped snake beneath it. His sharp slacks were tenting, too, by the looks of it.
“Been copping a sniff or two while I’ve been out, I bet.” She tutted. “Classic you.”
“W-wouldn’t dream of it-” Clay said, his voice wheedling and nasal through his stopped-up snout. “Nnnghhh!”
Utahime put more weight on him, scrunching up his snout and grinding him into the floor. She un-clamped her toes and shifted, pushing her smelly pads into his face next.
“I’ve been going without washing for so long, I probably don’t even know how bad I reek…” she said, looking down at him with a mixture of contempt and satisfaction. It was fun seeing him squirm like this. “So, brother, what sort of notes are we looking at? Spicy? Cheesy? Salty?”
“Nnmmhn… corn, salt…!” he moaned beneath her. “S-soil…”
Utahime leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knee, just to push down that little bit more.
“Clean it.” Utahime ordered.
“Nnngh…!” Clay’s eyes rolled up and he took a long, slow drag of her foot before his tongue dragged from heel to toe. Utahime bit down on her lip and giggled. She hadn’t realised just how tired her feet were, and how much she’d needed this proper tongue-bath.
“Such a perv. I don’t even have to put a spell on you to make you do what I say. It’s honestly pretty pathetic!”
She knew she could push her teasing into ‘bullying’ territory. She didn’t really mean all of it. But she knew Clay was into it. Plus, she did have some frustration to work through, didn’t she?
“You know what, though… I think you do deserve a taste of your own medicine. Don’t you agree?”
“Gghh… mmnnyeesss…” Clay moaned, humping at the air, too horny to protest.
“Thought so. Now, before you change your mind… let’s lock that agreement in place.”
Her toes pulled back and pinched his nose, pulling him up to a sitting position, and bringing his head up to meet Utahime’s gaze.
“I think I figured out the basics of how that spell worked,” Utahime said. Her eyes were deep. Her pupils were dilated far past what was natural.
A simple charm spell, nothing fancy. But that, plus Clay’s own irresistible desire to obey and debase himself, would be enough.
As Clay stared into those deep eyes, his own dilated. His face began to droop as if sloughing off of his skull, his eyelids fluttering as saliva slithered from the corner of his mouth.
“That’s it,” Utahime cooed. “Good boy. What was the wording your creatures used, again…? Your lust is your Mistress? Give yourself to it…”
“Umgh…” Clay groaned like a cow as his paw slid down to his needily throbbing crotch. He didn’t even try to unbutton - he just gripped the fabric and stroked, moving like a machine.
“All you can do is stroke,” Utahime sneered, putting more weight on his slack-jawed face while balancing on her free foot-paw.
“All you can think to do is stroke. It’s the only thing that exists in that pea-brain… and all you can do is obey that urge.”
“Aaanlg….” Clay’s moans were stopped up as Utahime pushed her toes into his throat, almost enough to make him choke and gag from the scent and the texture.”
“That’s a good boy,” Utahime said, hands on her hips as she leered and loomed over the helplessly entranced witch. “Keep worshipping. Keep stroking. That’s all your mind can do now.”
Clay suddenly cried out and crumpled inwards as he bucked into his wrist. The stain on the tip of his bulge grew suddenly darker. As it pulsed, blobs of white cum bubbled up through the fabric and spread outwards in what would be a very hard-to-remove stain.
“Awww.” Utahime slipped her toes free from Clay’s mouth and slid down to rub it in.
“Let’s make sure that stain sets in, shall we…?”
“Unngh,” Clay groaned, still stroking and trying to keep his cock from going flaccid.
“Gosh, you’re pathetic.” Utahime laughed. She lifted her paw up, seeing how little strings of seed were squished into her pawpads.
“Clean this up,” she said as she pushed her foot back into Clay’s face. Her toes popped right in and he immediately busied himself with cleaning his mess off of his sister’s pawpads.
Utahime pushed him back onto the floor again, putting as much weight as she could on him.
“That’s the spirit. I think it’s only fair you keep stroking till you pass out. See exactly what you put those poor people through.”
“Mmmnhn…” Clay’s eyes fluttered.
“You’re gonna be cumming dust, dry-mouthed, wheezing for water… or maybe you’ll still be in a horny haze. Either way…”
Utahime leaned in even closer, folding and resting her hands on her knee to really dig her foot into his face.
“I think you’ll have learned your lesson.”
She knew she was lying to herself. Clay wasn’t the lesson-learning type. He was too stupid for that.
But hey, that just meant she could do this whole bullying song-and-dance with him all over again. It never got old.