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Arrc fumed as he trudged through the woods, his mind still lingering over the discussion he had had with the Magus Order just the day before.

It wasn’t fair! How could he be in the Order but not be granted the title of Archmage!?

He was the prodigy of Tel Verath Magical College! The youngest graduate in the history of the academy, with perfect marks in every category of magic that was taught! His immediate ascent to the Order after his graduation had long been speculated upon, and should have been the crowning gem upon his education and prestigious career.

Only to have his full ascent to Archmagus held back by a technicality.

The golden jackal fumed as the memory played itself over within his head—kicking a branch out of the way and puffing the brown bangs away from his purple and green heterochromatic eyes as he did so.

To be recognized as an Archmage, a mana jackal not only had to master advanced knowledge across multiple fields of magic, they also had to contribute to the field of magic with a novel discovery. Typically, students advancing through the College would work as research assistants and apply the knowledge they gained therein for their thesis with their mentor’s patronage.

But such opportunities weren’t available to the young adult jackal. He had been a bit of a firebrand while advancing with lightning speed through his curriculum, chaffing the pride of many of his teachers with his cavalier attitude. To do the research necessary to create his own Thesis without an established mentor would take far too long, even for a genius magister like himself—to say nothing of the financial burden such an undertaking would require without the privileges that came from the Archmage title.

In a way, graduating him out of the College and throwing him into the Order without the associated title starved him of the resources provided to academy students, while denying him the opportunities he should have had, all but isolating him in the research community.

Well, he’d show them!

While researching in an established field by himself would take years, perhaps even decades, of hard work, there were plenty of less traditional, more dangerous fields of study that were far less understood. It was the risk involved with this study, the warning murmurs of the old fuds who ran the Order, and their enticing offer of assistance to pursue research in their respective field (and thus increase their own prestige), that kept fellow graduates or graduates-to-be focused upon the traditional areas of study. Then, after a mage had published a thesis, they rarely ventured far from the path of magical understanding they had laid with its acceptance, leaving these fruitful areas of study neglected.

Not Arrc, though!

He was not like most fresh graduates. He was exceptional, a prodigy! He had even bested the instructors as part of his magical self defense classes!

In short, he could handle himself. So long as he avoided an ancient dragon, he was sure he could defeat any magical creature and coerce it into a Familiar contract. Not only would his Familiar provide him with a ready research assistant, but if he shot for a particularly exemplary beast, he could also ‘interview’ them to gain magical insights that still escaped his kind.

Thus, Arrc had settled upon making a certain enigmatic, but certainly capable, fey within these woods his partner—regardless of how willing the fox might have been!

He was the perfect candidate. There had been rumors of a pernicious vulpine fae troubling the locals in the area for some time now, and while there were no firm reports on the creature’s powers and capabilities, what little information filtered through the gossiping villagers made it clear that the beast was not of a common rank.

The jackal’s suspicions were proven true as soon as the young mage reached the woods that formed the fox’s domain. The fragrant aroma of the flowers, and the splendid beauty of the untouched, verdant wilds, were far more alluring than even the cultivated gardens of Tel Verath. More than just lending the wilds a hint of its Master’s allure, he also made it an extension of the fae, allowing him to be aware of everything that went on within his domain. Even Arrc, as skilled as he was, could not make his way through without being detected.

But, while notable, it was not unexpected. Fae typically possessed innately strong connections to their dwellings, and other, more subtle displays of power compared to, say, dragons.

So, the golden jackal played to his strengths instead of the fox’s. He shrouded his arcane potency as best he could before striding into the fae’s woods seemingly without care, pretending to not sense how the power within the woods shifted with his entrance—or notice the hundreds of beady eyes staring at him like one being. With luck, the fox would mistake him as a novice mage matching his age and come to him.

If that didn’t work, he still had the option of trying to hunt down his quarry with more traditional means—although that was bound to be more of a pain in his ass.

Fortunately for the jackal mage, that wouldn’t be required.

As he walked towards the center of the magical nexus thrumming through the wild woods he found a tranquil lake, and by its shore lay the ruler of these woods waiting for him. The fox’s dazzling, deep blue sapphire eyes stared towards the jackal long before he had come into view—welcoming him to the heart of the wilds with their beckoning allure.

“Mmm. Welcome, little jackal mage~ It's been a while since one of your kind has intruded upon my home.” The vulpine spoke with a paternal rumble, his black lips twisting into a crooked smile.

The fox was a remarkable specimen quite unlike the simpler kin that seemed quite common to this area. The feral beast was easily the size of a horse with a set of five large, fluffy tails sprawled behind his body—creamy-white stripes jutting into its orange fur. Between his fuzzy brown ears sprawled a leafy-green, messy mane of fur, the bangs of which uniformly faded to a smoky black by their ends.

Arrc’s cheeks and ears couldn’t help but flush ever so slightly as his heterochromatic emerald and amethyst eyes wandered his body. He couldn’t help but find the vulpine enticing, but the canine wasn’t so easily beguiled! He shook his head, reinforcing his magical protections on his psyche, before turning his attention towards something more important than the fox’s physical body—his magical aura!

The canine’s eyes opened ever so slightly wider.

He... He might have underestimated the strength of this beast.

Slightly.

It's okay, it was still something he could handle.

Totally.

No matter how intimidating it was seeing the kitsune lazily sprawl on top of a miles wide magical nexus, with all of the grandeur and confidence of a dragon roosting upon its hoard.

At least the handsome fox wasn’t hostile...

“What can I do for a child of Tel Verath~? Come to bargain for some secret to win your fame?” The fox rumbled again, his words settling like sweet honey upon his ears. “I’m certain we can come to many beneficial arrangements...”

The jackal nodded silently along with the fox’s words, finding his offer awfully agreeable... At least until he remembered his original purpose for meeting him, causing the jackal’s back to stiffen, and his chest to puff out with pride.

“I’ve not come to deal, I’ve come to recruit you.” The decorated journeyman mage retorted. “I, Arrcemeaus Marquis Relliq of the Magus Order, am in need of a familiar—and none of your copious brood I spotted on the way here will do.”

“Therefore....” The jackal narrowed his eyes, preparing a variety of magical wards and defenses to be deployed at a moment’s notice while he made his pronouncement. “...I’ve come to demand your services in their stead.”

To Arrc’s surprise, the great vulpine did not respond by lashing out like he thought. There was no flick of his tails, no swift pounce to strike him down, no gout of blue fox fire descending upon his person, nor other, more creative means to punish his supposed impudence. Instead, the beast gave a laugh like the ones his wizened instructors used to give him, making his golden-furred tail twitch in annoyance.

“Mmmm... A member of the Order, at your age~? Just what little tidbit of eldritch lore did you unearth to earn that honor before your golden fur turned silver~?” The fae countered with another alluring smile which soothed the jackal’s annoyance.

“I am a member of the Order... I just... Don’t have the title of Archmage until I submit one...” He admitted with a huff, all but saying the word ‘provisional candidate’ as he did so.

“Is that so~? Let me guess... Rather than do the long and tedious research yourself... You’ve decided to try and steal some piece of eclectic knowledge from the fae to earn recognition, hmm~?” The vulpine’s words rumbled with a sing-songing tone, making the jackal’s cheeks flush with mild embarrassment as his true goal was laid bare.

Maybe trying to bind this fox into a pact was a mistake... He had other candidates... Right? Perhaps he should just incinerate the stupid, sexy vulpine and try his luck with the back up choices...

“Well, I guess there’s nothing that can be done about it~” The fox added with a put upon sigh.

The beast took a moment to stretch along the grass before bringing his hefty bulk to a stand...

Arrc prepared for an attack, focusing the mana gathered within his hand into a burning sphere of eldritch blue light... Only to relax a second later after it was clear that the fox was maintaining the same casual, debonair demeanor as before—albeit with a more formal air now that the alluring fox was standing to meet the mage’s stare.

But... With the creature’s shift in position, a curious, ever so appealing scent began to cross the fledgling Magus’ nose. The aroma’s allure managed to distract the canine, leaving him reflexively breathing in the appetizing flavor with long, drawn out breaths through his nose. Before, a second later, his better faculties spun up to remember how tricky fae like the five-tailed fox in front of him could be—causing the canine to puff out his nostrils in an attempt to clear them of any pernicious influence the fox’s appetizing musk might possess.

But the damage was already done. The scent of the fox’s masculinity carried with it an ever so potent aphrodisia, further undermining the stern expression Arrc put upon with a flush of arousal creeping into his cheeks and simmering within his ears.

The scent also inflamed Arrc’s depraved curiosities, tempting him to glance down and seek out the aroma’s origins. A temptation that the jackal answered with a quick glance towards the attentive kitsune that appeared quite amiable to showing off for his glances. He stood in such a way that the golden jackal could easily spy the pair of hefty, melon-sized spheres swinging from between the large fox’s hind legs, and the plump barrel of a sheath already starting to swell with the fox’s mounting desire.

The golden-furred mage couldn’t help but swallow at the sight. Despite his arrogance, or perhaps because of it, the prodigious jackal hadn’t entirely forgone personal pleasures and relationships with his fellow alumni—at least enough for him to discover his interest was drawn far more to his own sex. But that hadn’t prepared him for the monstrous masculinity that was stirring before his eyes, causing far more sultry ideas to percolate up into his mind as he unabashedly stared at the fox’s enchanting assets.

Making the fox his Familiar seemed like it could bring with it some very enjoyable side benefits, not just practical ones...

Even if it was perhaps a bit crass to fuck a beast like the fox...

But what the Council didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt them...

“I suppose I’d be amiable to forging a contract with such a... strapping... ambitious young mage like yourself~” The fox spoke a few seconds later—long after the canine’s heterochromatic eyes had lingered for more than they should have upon his presented loins.

Arrc’s green and purple eyes snapped back up to the fox’s face, blindly staring into his deep sapphire eyes after being roused from his indulgent, hedonistic fantasies by the very target he was admiring—or rather, the very quarry he was trying to coerce into a binding pact! The burning flush upon his face doubled in intensity, fueled by both embarrassment and desire, especially after he caught a knowing smirk upon the enigmatic vulpine’s lips.

“W-wait, really?” It was only a second later that he realized the kitsune had acquiesced to his demand, his ears swiveling almost meekly against his scalp in surprise, his expression softening as he stared into those lovely eyes, hanging on the fox’s next words.

“Certainly~ After all, what would struggling against it bring~? How could little ol’ me, just a sylvan lord, resist the will of the youngest jackal to join the Magus Order~?” The fox replied with a murmuring rumble as he stepped closer... Seemingly to know just how far he could approach the jackal without breaking the alluring spell he was slowly weaving over him.

Normally, the tone should have left Arrc questioning just how truthful, or sarcastic, the person using it was, but at the moment each syllable fluttering over his ears made his chest swell with pride—like his talents were finally being recognised.

“So what would be the point of fighting in vain~? All it would do is damage my home... And besides...”

“I’m certain a Familiar contract would bring with it some delightful pleasures for us both~”

The fox’s sultry suggestion rumbled against the jackal’s blushing red ear. The ever so subtle and pernicious influence from his wafting scent had helped to relax the mage enough that the sylvan lord could daringly brush his hefty bulk alongside the man’s side, his snout allowed to nuzzle against his face with only a playful press of a paw against his chin in protest.

He was too busy huffing with embarrassment after the fox had teasingly suggested the very thing he had been musing mere seconds ago to remember the danger the kitsune’s presence brought! The canine’s serious demeanor all but cracked as he stood there, his chest fluttering like he was a novice once more, his thoughts increasingly distracted from his once strident purpose...

But he wasn’t entirely charmed yet either. The jackal pushed the fox back while he stepped away in an attempt to gain some distance from the mystical vulpine, as well as the source of the alluring scent clawing its way into his nose—prodding his own sheath to swell within his pants.

“R-right, yes... Very good. See, I knew you were a perfect choice to be my... to be my partner for the Familiar Contract.” Arrc spoke, stumbling serendipitously over his words halfway through, correcting himself a second later with a modest smile—blind to the subtle shift in his thoughts and words that came with it.

“We—We should get started, then...” Arrc continued with a murmur. He struggled to look away, wrenching his gaze from the enticing fox so that he could try and focus upon his magic—conjuring forth a blade composed of pure mana in his left hand so that he could bring it towards his right.

“Tch. How barbaric~” The fox interrupted the jackal’s attempt to shed his own blood with a teasing chuckle and an alluring brush of a fluffy tail underneath his chin.

Arrc froze in place, the mystical knife glowering in his hand as he waited for the fox to speak. The sultry touch, meanwhile, brought the arousal brewing between the canine’s legs to a prominent tent within his loose, desert-suited garb.

“If you want your first mystical secret... Blood is hardly the only medium one needs to use to forge a Familiar contract~ Really, any bodily fluid from the Master can be used to varying degrees of effectiveness...”

“In fact...” The fox murmured, stepping around the mage growing ever more sluggish from his growing excitement and vulpine fascination, before returning with another tantalizing nuzzle across the jackal’s opposite cheek and ear. “There’s one fluid even more suitable than blood~”

“R-really...?” The jackal’s attention shifted more towards the fox as the offered secret captured his arcane curiosity as well.

The one part of his mind that wasn’t drawn towards thinking about the fox was suddenly trapped in the kitsune’s mental labyrinth, spinning theories about what he had said, his thoughts constantly looping back to the fox again, and again—desperate for more information, to hear more of his wise, rumbling words, to get closer to the font of knowledge and power that was the fox...

The rest of his mind was already captured, blushing with heated thoughts about just what type of ‘fluid’ he hoped it would be, and how the fox could make him imbibe it...

It... It was just a shame that it still had to be the prospective Master’s fluids being imbibed by the Familiar-to-be...

Before Arrc could think further upon that inconvenient fact, the large fox moved again, taking advantage of the canine’s distracted thoughts to press a forepaw against the jackal mage’s shoulders. He proved remarkably easy to knock to the ground, the summoned knife dispersing from his hand before landing with a somewhat playful oof and a huffing glare towards his new ‘friend’—quite unlike the reaction he would have given before he started drinking down the fae’s intoxicating scent with every breath.

Whatever lingering threat the jackal might have perceived from the shove would have been quickly ameliorated once he glanced up. His face froze before he could display the put upon pout he was preparing to deploy, his eyes glued to the vulpine masculinity steadily sliding free from the kitsune’s barrel of a sheath. Inch, after inch, of glistening red meat surged free, its tapered, spunk-dribbling point was now directed towards his prostrated body. Every quiver rolling up from the fox’s balls and through the shuddering column scattered short rivulets of musk-wafting fox precum onto the soil... And onto Arrc.

It was almost as hypnotizing as the deep, enthralling azure whirlpools that was the fox’s eyes—the weight of which tugged at the younger jackal’s gaze from the edge of his vision, leaving the increasingly aroused canine caught between the different tugs upon his psyche.

Gone were any thoughts of struggle against the ‘invitation’ the fox had enforced upon him. Instead of rolling back to his feet to try to continue negotiations from a commanding posture, or at least, while not spread out like a bitch, he instead leaned back. His body relaxed, soothed by the thicker aroma within the air immediately beneath the kitsune’s loins, while a fierce blush betrayed the ‘in control’ expression he was poorly trying to affect.

“But... There’s still the matter of the Contract’s Terms we need to sort out~” The fox rumbled, continuing their earlier conversation... Even as he subjected the poor, huffing golden-dog to drops of his warm essence crashing against his midsection. His head glanced down between his forelegs to continue staring at his plaything, keeping the weight of his gaze—his will—pressing against the ever more suggestible pup’s psyche... and incidentally bringing his snout close enough to the jackal ear’s as he ‘negotiated’ with him~

“T-Terms...? But... Didn’t you just agree...” Arrc tried to protest, his ever more sluggish thoughts stirring as he thought back to what the fox had said just a few seconds ago.

“No, no... I agreed to the concept of forming a pact with you, my adorable ‘partner’... I didn’t agree to a Contract itself~” The fox corrected—the teasing praise within his statement evoking a fond smile from the pup and distracting him from further complaints.

“No...” The fox continued, shifting his forepaws so that one came to rest against the mage’s shoulder, ‘playfully’ pinning him down with but a fraction of his weight. His other paw slid down, brushing large digging-suited claws across the canine’s chest and teasingly tugging at his clothes... His hind legs shifted to bring his stately spire swinging just above the canine’s crotch. “While I’m not opposed to making you my partner, I still require tribute if you wish for my acceptance~”

Tribute!? The idea was offensive on the surface! Why would he, such a strong, competent, and most of all adorable archmage, in all but name, need to offer tribute to bind the rugged, handsome stud of a beast to his service...!

But, the brief flutter of protest which puffed up the jackal’s hackles passed quickly, soothed by a few more breaths drawing musk-tainted air into his lungs and the comforting rumbles of the fox’s growls.

Giving tribute wasn’t that bad... Sure, he didn’t need to give a bribe to the fox to make him agree when he was obviously more than strong enough to force the matter... Offering tribute was just... easier.

Why risk offending the glorious, feral kitsune stud with violence when a better path was presented before him... After all, he was going to be... They were going to be partners after this! It was perhaps best to try and pursue the path that would make him easier to get along with going forward, even with the threat of the Familiar seal hanging over his... their heads.

Besides, there was nothing wrong with working smarter, not harder...

“Mmmph... It's just a shame I’m not a virgin to offer that for tribute...” The jackal couldn’t help but murmur with an almost regretful sigh...

Although, the thought of having that slab of vulpine cock-meat for his first seemed like a preposterous task, although quite an enticing one that was bound to live within his fantasies for years...

“Mmm... Fortunately for you, I’m interested in far more than just that~ Your body, after all, is an appealing prize in and of itself~”

“Mmm... You’re an awfully smooth talker for a giant beast, you know that, right?” Arrc couldn’t help but huff at the praise, while his eyes remained stuck to the pulsating, sputtering spire he was being ‘threatened’ with—his mind vividly imagining what it must feel like to be taken by such a perfect, bestial cock...

It didn’t take much more to acquiesce to the kitsune’s bartering. He had already been planning to make their relationship one with such sordid benefits, so what was so wrong about paying the price for the Contract with his ass beforehand?

The jackal nodded his acceptance to the kitsune’s dictated terms and spread his legs. With a small flourish of his magic, Arrc then banished his clothes. A line of shimmering blue washed down along his loose garment, leaving nothing but naked, lithe golden-furred jackal in its wake—completely exposed to the fox’s hungry stare.

He should have felt more shame for revealing his modest, glossy red cock to the fox, and especially the tight, fuzzy cheeks which sat just beneath the fuzzy-white spheres draped against his own taint. He was, after all, practically an Archmage, and yet here he was presenting himself, spreading his legs to offer his body for the fox’s pleasure... To a fae beast’s pleasure...

Yet he hardly needed to assuage his ego that this was for his own benefit, or was a means to an end...

Submitting to the fox almost felt... Right... Yes, it felt right to offer himself like this to the fae, especially in the few instances where his gaze wasn’t glued to the fox’s cock, and instead stared with growing adoration into the kitsune’s glinting mystical gaze.

All the while, the sapphire hue which burned within the vulpine’s gaze began to be mirrored in the jackal’s own eyes—speckles of dancing blue which crept along the edge of the mage’s vision.

If it wasn’t for the natural aphrodisiac he was imbibing with every breath of the fox’s musk, Arrc might have discovered the subtle, creeping influence the fox was spreading across his mind. But, with arousal boiling through his blood, he overlooked how his thoughts began to slowly shift, losing himself more and more into the fox’s eyes than his appetizing cock as a consequence. Even when the fox took a step forward to line his drooling point up to the canine's quivering hole, Arrc couldn’t help but continue to stare into the fox’s eyes, lost within their depths...

“Mmm. But I don’t think your body alone would be enough to meet my desires if you wish for a Contract~” The fox’s sultry rumbles were like music to the canine’s ears, even if their content made him whimper like a boy who just had a treat plucked from his paws.

“W-what? Why not...!”

“Oh, don’t worry, pretty little puppy... You still possess ample assets to meet my demands~” The fox answered back with a tormenting laugh. The fox’s large hips, meanwhile, rolled forward—making sure his better faculties were kept indisposed by tormenting him with his precum-dripping point grinding against his pucker, pressing just shy of a proper advance into the ring of flexing muscle.

“Say, perhaps... By offering up some of your masculinity~?”

“W-wait, you don’t mean...” The jackal’s ears burned a vivid red as he wrenched his gaze away from the fox’s eyes—however temporarily—to stare at his neglected red rod twitching in front of the vulpine’s lumbering pole.

“It shouldn’t be a difficult price for you to pay~ You seem to be all too comfortable with my dick grinding against your rump, after all... I bet you don’t even use your own shaft that much~” The fox answered a tantalizing growl that made Arrc shiver with anticipation and need, before continuing.

“Besides... Wouldn’t your inches look so much better swaying between my hips instead~? What good would they do you? Twitch against your belly, or spilling your seed on the ground~? Why let them go to waste when they could be put to so much better use breeding you instead~?”

He... He was right... What good did his modest dick do for him...? Sure, he used it on occasion, but he knew he vastly preferred bouncing on a fat cock instead of putting his to work...

What would losing a few inches really cost him in the grand scheme of things...?

It was worth it... Worth... Worth it for what again...?

...Worth it to be stuffed full of throbbing vulpine cock...?

Yeah, that was probably it...!

“Al-alright... You can take... some of it...” The jackal answered with a dopey smile.

“Good boy... Just tell me when to stop~” The fox purred fondly, once again making Arrc’s chest flutter from his praise.

The fox cock nestled against his rear jerked upwards with the vulpine’s movements, leaving his ring glistening and crowned in fecund pre, yet otherwise unmolested by the considerable girth. Instead, it swung across the jackal’s loins, the fatter, heftier, paragon of feral vulpine virility grinding against the jackal’s smaller rod with every teasing roll of the kitsune’s hips!

Arrc could feel a flow of energy jumping from his crotch and into the kitsune’s as soon as their fleshy swords swung against each other, like a magical circuit that had just been connected by the lurid contact. Of course, the prodigious mage had the skills to stop the channel draining his virility and girth away at any time... But, why would he? It was so much more enticing to lay back and watch as his masculinity was stolen, the golden jackal’s cheeks burning bright as his ever bluer, ever more glowing eyes watched his shaft shrink inch by inch—and the heftier length rolling against his crotch grow a millimeter at most in exchange.

So entertaining, in fact... That he completely forgot about the fox’s last few words about letting him know when to stop!

Or, perhaps, the thoughts to do so were ‘nudged’ from his mind before they fully formed...

Such a thought wouldn’t have been a proper thought for a good jackal after all...

Instead, he watched with greater excitement as his once modest tool became anything but, shrinking down into a tiny lipstick of sensitive red flesh that continued to spar with the kitsune’s lumbering log of virility. The sight made the jackal’s cheeks and ears radiate red-hot red with excitement, and his eyes waxed a deeper, sylvan mirroring blue—his mind spinning with fantasies about what would happen if the fae took all of his masculinity.

His body grew ever more desperate for the fox’s length painting his fur with its fecund appetizer. The more he gave away, the more the urge to be fucked by the behemoth of virility grew. Even the fox’s scent became more potent against his nose, coaxing the canine into a desperate pant to greedily soak down more and more of the potent aphrodisia...

All the while, a demanding ‘itch’ had ignited between his hips, rooted deep within his taint—making the canine squirm beneath the vulpine’s tormenting grinds that didn’t provide relief from the growing, gnawing, need.

Until, with an eager buck of his own upwards, Arrc watched as the last of his manhood was traded away, and in exchange...

The new cunt-jackal gulped as his golden furred crotch parted, splitting to form a lovely set of pink lips—fastened in place by the head of his shrunken cock nestling within a hood of sensitive folded skin as his new clitoris. His pheromone-hooked nostrils flared with renewed vigor, imbibing the new peculiar scent of fertility which now coiled with the fox’s alluring virility... His fertility...

Although... The new aroma didn’t have the particular hint of jackal within... Instead, the half-enthralled pup realized with a beat-red tint to his inner ears, it smelled far more like a vixen in heat than a jackal, save for a subtle undercurrent that gave away the actual species of the vixenhood owner...

“Looks like we got a bit too carried away there~ But it’s for the better, don’t you think~?” The enthralling vulpine murmured with a possessive growl, the beaming, sapphire beacons that were his eyes staring down to meet the jackal’s ever more suffused and subordinate set.

But, just because the fox had finished draining his masculinity didn’t mean his hips stopped. Far from it, as the trickling point of vulpine cock rolled across his new tender, virgin lips, delighting the charmed canine with the novel pleasures that came with his new sex. Every time the broad vulpine tool spread his labia, or ground its weight across his clit, sent shivers up the prodigious mage’s spine, making the ‘itch’ nestled in the depths of his new sex flare into a bonfire of need.

“Y-yes... F-for the better...” Arrc near thoughtlessly repeated, agreeing with another huff.

His legs spread underneath the coaxing pleasure that came from the feral’s rolling shaft. The limbs reached up, hooking themselves as best they could around the larger vulpine’s thighs and hips—hoping that the mediocre strength he could exercise in his heat-stricken state would be enough to adjust the fox’s stance and point his driving point in rather than across his nubile nethers glistening with feminine arousal.

Of course, he could have just used his magic to force the matter... But raising his powers against the fox seemed... uncouth... No, it was improper.

“You know, in a way...” The fox added with a murmur—licking his chops as he teasingly pulled his hips back to comply with the jackal’s desires.

His tapered point sank between the canine’s puppy pink from just its weight. The precum-drooling point brushed shallowly along the walls beyond, painting them in the warm flow of addictive fecundity rising from the melon-sized spheres swaying from just behind the throbbing red column.

“I’ll now be able to take your ‘virginity’ as tribute anyway~”

“Besides...” The fox teased with a deepening growl.

His hips shifted just enough weight behind his feral hips to cause his tool to slowly sink deeper, spreading the untouched entrance with his wedge-shaped point to the sweet theme of the youthful mage’s euphoric whimpers.

“You’ll need a healthy supply of my seed to forge our bond~ I might as well hit two birds with one stone by pumping my virile vulpine kit batter right into your womb~”

“Y-yes...” Arrc agreed with a huff, squirming with his feeble attempts to roll his hanging hips upwards and dig the euphoric point deeper towards his achingly empty womb—barely managing to drag his estrus-weeping nethers further along the pulsing pole instead.

All the while, distantly in the back of his mind, an improper thought briefly welled up from the depths of his vast knowledge of arcane lore....

In a Familiar Contract, it was the Master’s essence that needed to be imbibed by the Familiar to forge the mystical bond! So... If the bind being used was the vulpine seed that was about to be pumped deep into his belly... Then that would mean...

The thought wasn’t allowed to come to its conclusion before being swept aside—both by the growing dominion the vulpine’s Will had upon the jackal’s psyche, and by the first, proper slam of his powerful hips forward!

The last vestiges of the jackal’s dwindling rationality were cast aside with one loud, whimpering moan of desire from the hypnotized jackal’s lips—only for that cry of orgasmic bliss to be silenced by the large feral’s tongue forcing itself into his maw. His eyes, almost entirely blue, looking like the reflected twins of the fox’s glinting gaze, rolled upwards into the back of his head, whilst his legs clutched tightly to the monstrous fox’s hips. His pink lips spasmed, gushing with delight from the pistoning press, greedily suckling down as much of the virile vulpine’s masculinity as it gave him, even as it made his golden-furred belly stretch and contort with its girth!

The pup’s mind went blank, lulled into hedonistic, thoughtless bliss by the pleasure shuddering up from his stuffed cunt. His muffled moan vibrated against the fox tongue stuffing his cheeks and teasing against his gullet. His glimmering blue eyes drooped, simmering to a listless, upwards stare spellbound to the fox’s gaze—returning to meet them no matter how often they were sent rolling by the gentle, but growing in intensity, bucks from the fox’s hips.

His hands, left to rest against the ground above his head, relaxed, not even bracing themselves against the force of the fox’s shaft pounding into his hungry depths, stretching his abdomen over its girth again, and again... Option instead to leave that to the kitsune’s forepaw as he was made into a good toy, a good warm, wet, and most important of all, tight, hole, for his vulpine superior...

Every thrust helped to pound his mind into proper order. His erroneous doubts, his foolish speculations, each were shaken loose and cast out from his consciousness after passing through the sieve of the new order imposed upon his mind by the kitsune. The edge of the once so haughty jackal’s lips twisted into a meek smile, whilst his body pressed firmer against the fox’s thrusts, motivated now not just by the need of his body and the hedonistic enticement of the kitsune’s musk, but also the newfound sense of righteousness he felt with every huff he coaxed from the male’s lips.

His foolish pride, his callous ambitions, what importance did they have compared to the goal of serving this fox like a good pup...

Like a good boy...

Like a good familiar.

The thought made the jackal’s ears twitch, his mind briefly spinning back up from its sluggish trance—although the vast majority of his thoughts remained utterly enthralled by the pleasure coursing through his body as he was stuffed by the fox’s belly-sprawling girth.

He—He had come into this forest to make the fox his Familiar...

No, that wasn’t right. It couldn’t be right. That was preposterous! Make the glorious, vulpine breeder railing him stupid his Familiar? That was unthinkable!

No... He clearly came here to become its Familiar!

That made sense!

No, it made more than enough sense! The thought of being bound to the feral sylvan lord rocking his cunt with every belly-stretching thrust made the promising jackal mage’s heart drum with excitement! His muzzle stretched into a fond, contented smile as he pictured being at the fox’s beck and call, being his obedient little toy, doted upon as the fox planted his kits within his belly... Each sordid fantasy paired with a moan welling up from his throat, guided by the fox’s loving cultivation of his beguiled mind.

Arrc all but ran towards the fate his charming and handsome vulpine superior had laid out—although his expression remained unmoved save for that listless smile, his eyes burning like sapphire charcoal beneath the fox’s power and enchanting, blue-eyed stare. HIs legs twitched against the beast’s hinds with every wet, noisy, cervix-pounding press of the fox’s hips, deforming the barrier to his new, achingly empty womb, and stretching his flat, golden belly around the shaft’s tapered start. The canine’s lips twitched with every moan stumbling from his entranced maw, before returning to his soft, vaguely pleased smile.

With only the faintest of mental prods, the fox’s toy began to weave the magic required to bind his fate to the kitsune. The hands resting above his head wiggled his fingers into the familiar arcane gestures, simplifying the exacting process to forge a Familiar bond with just a few simple motions, summoning magical projections in the shape of lines, circles, and runes with his prostrated form at its center.

His promised Master added a modicum of his power, too, just to make it extra binding—honoring the jackal and making his heart sing with pride at the proof that he was wanted, that he was desired by the overpowering fox above him.

Now all he needed was the final ingredient to complete their Contract, their inseparable bond...

Fortunately, the kitsune lord was swiftly working towards its delivery with every swift, squelching, and pistoning rut into his new pet’s quivering cunt~ The sway of the fox’s heavy spheres, and the burying of inch after inch of glorious, jackal-breaking cock into the dog’s fertile canal, was left to the edge of the canine’s vision—barely noticed as he continued to stare thoughtlessly upwards into the feral’s gaze hanging just just above his. His thoughts could barely move to contemplate how deep his Master was now, or how much was left to take, leaving him reflexively reacting to every pound, every press, every eager hammer of the relentless sylvan’s hips, expecting each to finally bury his owner’s knot into his hole and fill his womb with life...

Minutes passed as the jackal laid there, a thoughtless, obedient, panting sleeve for the fox’s glorious cock to use, mind too sluggish to recall anything but the pleasure that happened as he laid there and was bred. Until, at last, his mental recording was jolted back into gear by the surrender of the newly grown gate to his fertile cavern.

His womb—or rather, the womb he was entrusted with to serve the fox by bearing his progeny—stretched around the kitsune’s cock, wrapping around it like a tight, flexing sleeve! The bulge the foxhood made within his body stretched past his abdomen with the extra depth the pliant cavern offered the vulpine’s cock. The tapered red point ground towards the jackal’s midsection, stretching his womb between and knocking against his ovaries with every pounding press, shaking loose let more foxes-to-be for his considerable virility to claim from the vixenhood’s font of fertility.

But, most importantly of all, each jackal-rocking slam slapped his Master’s fat, half-swollen knot against his gushing nethers! The twitching glands pressed against the lips already stretched pink, making the entrance spasm and quiver with the threat of the anchor’s intrusion! Each following thrust dug the lobes in deeper and stretched his womb farther around the lumbering tool, slowly molding the canine’s abdomen around the demanding feral masculinity.

It was a struggle, even for a mage of the jackal’s capability, to maintain the ritual preparations for him to be bound to the fox underneath such a firm, primal rut. Yet, somehow, he managed it—helped by his entranced state making his mind like a crystal clear, placid lake only occasionally disturbed by small rippling waves from the lurid claps of flesh upon flesh and fur against fur.

Only for the Arrc’s tranquil psyche to be shattered when his new owner’s hips finally hilted his rod deep within his nubile body—the mental serenity scattered by the tsunami of pleasure the knot knot brought!

The jackal’s eyes bulged, his entire body spasming with a reverberating wash of pleasure sweeping through his limbs and core. His tail wagged weakly as the kitsune’s hips wrenched backwards, pulling the jackal’s hips higher into the air and leaving him hanging in the air by fox’s engorging knot. His cunt spasmed, his walls milking the anchor now drumming against the backside of his clitoris, while the rest of the glorious red rod made his womb-turned-sleeve shiver with trepidation.

But it was the kitsune’s heavy balls, those melon-sized cum tanks now draped ominously against the enchanted mana jackal’s taint, that caught the enthralled canine’s limited attention. His heart pined for their life-siring contents that would seal his fate, the thoughtless mage whimpering desperately for the feral beast to deliver the bounty of ambrosia to his depths! Every squirm, every pleading breath, even what limited expression he could muster through his listless, contented daze, called out for the fox to bless him with their contents...

The first blessing of many that his Master would deliver as large fox’s balls tangibly clenched against his rump.

Gallons of addictive kitsune spunk poured into his womb, bloating the cavern stretched flush around the shaft’s tapered point. His golden furred belly domed beneath the bloating weight of fox seed, obscuring the readily apparent shape of the kitsune’s cock lodged deep within his belly. The hedonistic warmth of vulpine virility seeped throughout his core, conjoining with the mindless bliss that suffused his being from the fox’s scent and stare—leaving the young magus huffing despite his entranced state, his toes twitching in reflex to every throb against his walls, and every bulging blast of essence into his core.

The fox’s new pet could feel the sparks of new life take root within his belly as blessed sperm after blessed sperm so readily sought out and claimed the numerous ovum his new sex offered in tribute—each union of masculine and feminine joining to create their full-blooded vulpine children sending a rippling, enchanting warmth coursing through his womb. Each wave joined with the next, culminating outwards to invoke a brand of ownership upon the jackal’s belly—staining the golden hairs over the canine’s gravid stomach a vivid black in the shape of a fox head flanked by a set of five-tails, his Master’s mark of claim etched over the womb he had gifted his pet.

All the while, the fox’s hefty loins continued to drum, swelling the jackal’s belly larger with every following rope. Let more cream escape past the beast’s knot—surging out past the rod lodged within his womb to cascade down the canine’s rump cheeks and the fox’s fluffy white spheres as a tumbling brook of alabaster ambrosia.

With so much rich nectar lodged within his belly, the Familiar ritual was bound to succeed. He finalized his bindings to the vulpine lord by his own hand, mindlessly gesturing with his hands once more to direct the magic. The ritual circle of hardened mana collapsed, circling inwards upon him—the plentiful seed sloshing within his cock-stuffed belly with every idle roll of the beast’s hips serving as the medium as his soul was bound to the fox’s as the clear subordinate.

A fact that became clear as the circle finally shrunk down around the jackal’s neck, disappearing for a moment only for the runes it once contained to brand themselves upon his neck, marking himself as the kitsune’s Familiar... And putting all of his considerable prodigious magical power at the fox’s tail tips with but a thought.

“Mmmm...” The kitsune murmured, licking his lips as his climax slowly tapered to a close, making a further mess of their fur with the diminishing spunk shots further overflowing from his stuffed-lips kissing the fox’s sheath. “Yes... I think this contract was more than fair, don’t you~? Your masculinity... Your newfound fertility and virginity... In exchange for the honor of serving as my Familiar...”

“Don’t you think so, pet~?” The fox continued with a grin, prodding his new jackal plaything to answer with another grinding roll of his hips.

“Y-Yes Master...” Arrc answered happily and obediently, finally shifting one of the arms that had laid prostrated above his head all this time to pet along his belly budding with the kitsune’s progeny...

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“This is outstanding research, Klieswell.” One of the old, grizzled mana jackals in front of Arrc spoke as he thumbed through the jackal’s dissertation. “The life cycle of such a reclusive and troublesome fae species has been a dark spot within Mystical Ecology for centuries. This is a breakthrough that could lead towards many future avenues of study and development.”

His words were followed by murmurs of agreement by the other two wizened canine mages, their heads nodding along with every syllable the first spoke.

“Just how did you achieve such results, and in just a few years, too?”

“I owe it to the kitsune I forged a Familiar contract with,” the jackal answered half-honestly, smiling with a subtle bow of his head towards his seniors—much unlike the bold, flamboyant, and self-indulgent pup that had graduated from the academy.

He was dressed much like other young mages of the city, loose fitting desert clothing, revealing a slim figure, and a neck bereft of any visible markings.

“With the help of such a respected member of the fae hierarchy, I’m able to enter areas of fae society other mana jackals weren’t welcome, and study the denizens therein. It led to multiple discoveries that I’ll be publishing shortly for your review—this was just the first I’ve managed to put together.”

“Do not sell yourself short, young man, it takes more than just an invitation to deliver such profound insights,” the man replied again with a dismissive wave. “Your Familiar might have opened the door for you to study the fae, but it is your keen mind and magical understanding that allows for such acute observations and insights to come from it.”

Arrc’s lips ‘twitched’ when the fox was called his Familiar, but otherwise didn’t counter, instead merely answering with another, humble nod. “I suppose I cannot argue that.”

“Nor can we argue against your ascent any longer,” one of the other two wizards replied, joined by the others nodding in agreement. “We find your contributions to Tel Verath’s knowledge of magic sufficient to confer you the title of Archmage at last, and your ascent to the Magus Order in full. Congratulations, Klieswell, on becoming the youngest Archmage in history.”

Arrc continued answering in politeness, spending the next hour replying to their questions, debating arcane theory, and hinting at some of the speculations he had discovered in his past two years of study, before finally being freed to return home...

To which the jackal did with an eager smile and a satisfied sigh, teleporting to the front of ‘his’ mage tower... It had been granted to him when he first ascended to the order, but it wasn’t really his, more being given on loan until he gained the title of Archmage. Now, however, that was just a formality away, a matter of ritual and showmanship for the public, before the true magic of the old tower would be his to command.

But that wasn’t the only reason for his smile. It wasn’t even the greatest reason why his heart sang with joy as he stepped through the precipice to ‘his’ domain.

That came as he opened the door and closed it swiftly behind him at last, letting his Master’s illusion bleed away as it did so... Exposing the Familiar seal still-branded upon his neck, now adorned with a fancy purple-leather, gemstone encrusted collar that was likewise enchanted.

His clothes followed suit, washing away to expose his lithe naked body, and an abdomen still sporting the kitsune’s mark of ownership—crowning a womb that was just starting to grow with their third litter.

His heterochromatic eyes glanced forward in search of his Master, that enigmatic fox that had taken him in, supported him when the other jackals shunned him. The beast that had murmured supportive, doting words and caressed his body for nights on end, who had made this prideful moment possible. The blue shimmer hiding in the crevices of Arrc’s eyelids swept across his eyes, and with it, brought the joy and bliss he felt whenever his Master’s Will was nearby.

He swiftly found the familiar sight of the cocky fox, the beast casually sprawled across the counter of the tower’s greeting room as if he owned the place—having reduced his size to that of a large dog to comfortably fit upon the wooden surface.

With a glance towards his pet, the fae fox’s black lips smirked knowingly—his Familiar’s mind an open book to him. “Congratulations upon your ascent, my pet. I always knew you had the potential~”

“Now... How to celebrate this good news...” The kitsune’s enthralling blue eyes wandered along his servant with a sultry rumble, the naked desire he felt for the canine obvious... A look that made Arrc’s chest flutter with excitement for the night’s activities.