FSE

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formerly SoFurry search engine

Zagg smiled to himself as he browsed the curio shop. It was one of those small novelty stores that occasionally popped up, typically filled with incense, chakra aligning stones, and all sorts of other ‘occult’ nonsense.

Such things weren’t usually the muscular, stocky, gray-furred and blue-maned otter man’s interest, but this particular one had caught his attention. After all, he had passed by this street plenty of times before on his way to and from work, even as recently as yesterday, yet he hadn’t noticed it being set up!

Perhaps it had been there all along, but he just hadn’t noticed it until today? It was rather unassuming from the outside, after all.

Which would explain how the shop was all but deserted. Besides Zagg—who did his best to maneuver around isles that felt way too claustrophobic for the large, broad shouldered mustelid—the only other person in the shop was its enigmatic proprietor; a black cat with green eyes much like his, albeit his were hidden beneath a purple hood and a pair of adorable spectacles.

To the cat’s credit, he didn’t stare constantly at the otter looking like he was one stumble away from demolishing an entire bookshelf of merchandise. Instead, he looked like he was asleep despite sitting upright more often than not, yet the weight of the cat’s gaze prickled against the back of Zagg’s scalp all the same.

Fortunately for the wary feline’s concern, the otter was nearly finished with his window shopping excursion. Nothing spoke to him personally, although there were a few knick-knacks he bookmarked to potentially buy later as gifts for friends who were much more into this type of thing, but he’d still pick up a few boxes of incense to not make his presence a total loss for the quietly watching cat.

Or, at least, that was Zagg’s plan until he finished his final pass through the isles and spotted something which finally caught his eye.

It was a decently sized statuette of a feral fox with five tails, roughly six-inches in height, and majestically carved from marble. The figure sat in an upright seating posture with fangs half-bared, with the mottled gray-and-white of the stone adorned by a set of two tiny blue gemstones that Zagg swore were miniature sapphires which served as its eyes...

Eyes which almost seemed to be staring at the otter as his green-eyed gaze wandered over the statue’s exquisite detail and expertly carved shape.

He had passed by dozens of similarly sized statuettes in the cozy little store, although Zagg had to admit that this particular figure was definitely of a higher quality than the rest he had seen. Unlike them, which wouldn’t look out of place in a discount store or other hobby shops, this one had stuck out to him.

He couldn’t help but find it ‘cute’, his thoughts already turning to how he had an empty spot on a bookshelf that was practically a perfect home for it.

It was probably going to be pretty expensive though...

Ah hell, he could afford it. What was a little bit of splurging to spruce up the home decor, after all?

With an atypically cautious movement from the otter, he plucked up the tiny fox statue and returned to the counter the black cat was sitting behind—once again looking like he was asleep with how his eyes were closed.

No sooner had Zagg approached, than the feline’s ears perked upright through the holes cut in his hood, causing the cat’s eyes to open, and his head to lift back up, to observe his customer. Curiously, the shopkeeper's green-eyes cut to the state in his hands first—his black lips stretching into a bemused smile the moment he saw it in the otter’s arms.

“The idol caught your eye, did it~?” The feline spoke with a curious purr while his long slender tail danced behind him with mischievous delight.

“That’s right. I couldn’t help it after spotting it. Look at it, it's adorable!” Zagg answered with a nod and a grin, presenting the little fox figure to the merchant with a hint of nascent pride for the object he had yet to purchase.

The cat couldn’t help but let a small giggle roll from his lips at the otter’s choice of words, causing his flicking tail to swish with ever more apparent delight. “Mmm. Well, it looks like ‘he’ finds you quite adorable as well...”

“Eh?” The mustelid replied with a confused tilt of his head.

The store owner’s surprisingly nimble tail swished forward to point to the statue in his hands, before answering with a purring chuckle riddled with brief pauses—as if he was taking a moment to smirk at a joke that had flown over the otter’s head. “That is no mere statue. It is an idol... of sorts... to a particular fox spirit of some... small... renown.”

“Ooooh. I see.” Zagg nodded along, not believing a word that the cat was saying, but nonetheless drinking in the sales pitch the cat gave regardless. It would be rude to interrupt the theatrics the feline was putting on for his benefit. Besides, if the feline wanted to perform some theatrics to enhance the mood of the cozy little store, the least he could do was listen to it!

Nevertheless, the clear disbelief in the otter’s expression and tone made the cat chuckle darkly before continuing. “Be warned, the spirit linked to this particular idol is a trickster that delights in... hedonistic... activities. But, if respected and cared for, he might extend his favor towards your promiscuous actions—useful if you’re trying to pleasure a man or woman, and especially if you’re trying to start a family.”

‘Oh great. I’m getting a fertility idol! Well, that could be a fun ice breaker if my next hook up recognizes it. Would you like to fuck while the Lil’ Fox Guy idol watches?’ Zagg thought with a soft, disparaging chuckle.

“Most importantly of all, I must stress, under absolutely no circumstances should you allow your... bodily fluids to stain the stone. To a layman uninitiated in the mystical arts, such contact will form a bond between you and the spirit—a bond that the fox may deign to take advantage of his own amusement.”

“But, who knows... Perhaps such a result would be to your interests as well~” The cat finished his sales pitch with a toothy smile, his green eyes twinkling with an impish delight that made the otter wonder who was meant to be the trickster spirit here.

“Hahaa, sure, sure... Don’t fap in cumshot range of the cute fox statue, got it!” Zagg shot back with a lopsided grin.

The cat gave one last smirk before shifting the conversation towards price. Fortunately, the feline didn’t seem too desperate to haggle for money, allowing the otter to round him down to what he felt was an utter steal for such a remarkable statue!

He quickly made his way back home to safely store away his new prize—clearing the bookshelf space he had in mind for his new, adorable find of the tabletop figurines that currently called that nook home...

Only for his awkward frame to finally strike as the smooth stone statue slipped from his grip at the last minute!

Fortunately, Zagg caught the figurine before it fell to the floor with a yelp as one of the immaculately sculpted fangs upon the ‘mysterious idol’ was sharp enough to nick his thumb!

“Huff. You’re a biter, huh? You bite?” The otter tutted with a sulk as he stared down at the expressionless statue, as if it could answer for the injury that had been inflicted thanks to its new owner’s top-heavy clumsiness.

He looked down at his thumb with a sigh. Sure enough, there was a small cut, barely more than a scratch, but enough to cause a thin line of crimson to appear just above his yellow finger pads.

“Lets put you safely in place before I somehow drop you again little guy, then go get this cleaned out just in case. Don’t know where you’ve been after all, especially with a reputation like ‘yours’,” the otter teased again as he carefully placed the figure on the shelf then walked to his bathroom.

Curiously, in the back of his mind, he remembered the strange black cat’s warning... Don’t stain the statue with your bodily fluids...

He shook his head to dismiss the strange notion before turning on the faucet to clean his scratch.

That had just been a bunch of superstitious nonsense for theater. Besides, Zagg doubted that a fox of fertility would care for a blood sacrifice over a seminal one, and if that wasn’t enough to assure him, he doubted the statue had even gotten any blood on it with how brief and shallow the cut was!

Although, it was worth checking out after he was done at the sink, if for no other reason than to keep any blood from discoloring the marble fox...

Meanwhile, back in the otter’s living room, the sapphire-eyed fox statue remained sitting motionlessly staring forward. One of its half-bared fangs was slick with the faintest hint of crimson... Only for the drying ichor to disappear, seemingly drawn into the stone like water into soil.

---

“Ugh... What was that dream...” Zagg groaned as his alarm roused him from slumber the following morning. He reached over to his phone with one of his large mitts to silence it, whilst the other hand rubbed over his brows to help him focus.

Although the most pronounced result of his sordid unconsciousness stood between his legs, twitching for his attention and pitching a tent within his sheets.

The otter had dreamt of the strange black cat from the shop... He didn’t know why, after all, he had only met and talked to the feline for a short while, and while the cat was cute, the otter wasn’t exactly the type to have such lurid fantasies about those he had met only in passing, let alone ones as vivid as last night’s affair!

It was strange, too... It wasn’t like his subconscious had imagined some strangers turned fuckbuddies scenario like he’d expect. No, it was like he and the cat were old friends... Or, perhaps something more. The way that the lithe, sultry kitten hung off of him, his claws prickling against the scruff of his neck.

The sultry murmurs ‘he’ had given of offering ‘his’ kitten a reward...

The way his knot slid in underneath his tail and into his familiar yet always enticing rump...

Wait, his knot...?

Zagg frowned again as he pulled aside his sheets to expose the stubborn rod throbbing at attention still; a stocky, and quite respectable 7-inch length which stood out from the blue fur sprouting from his loins and joined to a similar tuft on his chest via a long, unbroken happy trail. His foreskin had been pushed back by his swollen head, exposing the thin yellow skin underneath crowned with a small bead of pre welling up from its slit.

There wasn’t a knot there, just smooth skin which started dark gray near the base and brightened to a white just behind his glands.

Weird... The otter considered as he stared at his familiar girth, dispelling the strange notion left over from the dream that he had a knot.

It felt so real, too...

Oh well, it wasn’t worth lingering on too much. Perhaps the encounter with the cat in the shop, and the talk of vulpine fertility spirits, had gotten to him more than he had realized and sparked such heated fancies in his subconscious?

Hmm. Perhaps it was a sign that he should get the cute kitten twinks number~?

The thought made his tool flex stubbornly against his thigh, a sight that drew a resigned chuckle from the otter.

“Alright, alright... Let's take care of you since you’re wanting to be such a nuisance this morning... Mm. Good thing I usually get up early anyway...” Zagg murmured, wrapping his hand around his familiar girth and giving it a fond downward stroke, pulling his foreskin fully back to reveal his shaft’s start in all its glory for a moment before getting to work properly.

A quick fap later, followed by an even quicker clean up, and the mustelid was getting ready for work. He had just finished collecting the last of his things to make his way out the door when he paused at the living room and flashed a surprised glance towards the fox statuette.

“Huh... You look... bigger?” He mused openly, staring at the seven-inch tall idol remaining standing right where he had left it.

He dismissed the thought with a shrug and left his home. His mind was just playing tricks on him because of his poor sleep, surely.

Except his strange thoughts continued as he commuted to work...

Zagg was a social enough man, but while on the train he—like most other weary, coffee-fueled passengers shepherding themselves to work—usually had his nose to his phone or his gameboy, browsing over some community board or group chat filled with his different circles of friends. But this time he didn’t feel the urge to fetch it from his pocket, instead opting to let his green eyes browse over the small mob of people stuck in the cabin with him—especially strange, since people watching wasn’t usually his thing either.

He just blamed it on poor sleep again as he let his mind and eyes wander.. At least until his heavy gaze fell upon a delightful polecat not too far away from him with soft blue eyes, tan fur, and gray hair. Despite himself, Zagg couldn’t help but let his gaze linger, his green eyes glued to the young man’s backside poorly concealed beneath a pair of bootyshorts.

‘Gods, I’d love to fuck my pups into that cutie...’

The thought caught the otter off guard, making his gray cheeks and small, round ears flush in surprise. Just how strong had his dream last night been to make his thoughts so, so... lurid and impossible!

Yet it was impossible to put the genie back in the bottle after that thought had crossed his psyche. The otter’s green eyes kept glancing down at the ringtail, doing his best to hide the impressive tent forming between his short, stocky legs. Even his long, thick, meaty tail joined in, awkwardly wrapping around his midsection to make him look even more bashful than normal.

Alas, the cute twink inevitably caught his frequent stares, drawing his soft gaze to meet his ravenous green gaze, followed by a knowing wink and a swish from the spotted and striped male’s long, fluffy tail.

An act that did little to help the otter’s attempt to remain composed out in public, his cheeks burning a fierce red while his loins twitched and his balls felt heavier than they had ever been before.

Fortunately for his desire to not cause a scene, the polecat’s stop arrived, leaving him to saunter off the train with a playful swagger, and leave the otter’s mind a confused mess.

Just what had gotten into him? It couldn’t have just been that dream... Could he be in some strange rut?

Maybe it was the effect of that fox fertility spirit wanting to make him even more fecund...

No, no, that was all just superstitious nonsense... He just needed to get through the day without dying of embarrassment, then he could ride out whatever strange mood he was in at home. Easier said than done considering he still sported a visible stiffy minutes after losing sight of the adorable twink...

He discretely shoved his hand into his pants while no one else in the train was looking and shoved his stubborn stocky girth beneath his waistband and belt... Only to pause when his hands brushed over his spheres as part of that process.

Huh... His balls even felt larger against his grip than they had during his morning fap session...

---

Zagg slammed the door to his home open with a frustrated growl.

His mind had been stuck in the gutter ever since he had spotted that cute polecat on the train!

At first, his thoughts only occasionally trailed off to some lurid fantasy—more than he normally did, but not something out of hand for his more lascivious moods. But, unlike those normal days where he could just push his thoughts aside and focus on his job, today it felt like every disregarded lustful urge only came back stronger. Until, by the end of his shift, it took every ounce of his willpower to not just slip off to the bathroom and pump out a load on company time!

Maybe he really was in a rut, the otter mused as he closed the door behind him with a shove and flopped onto his couch as the enigmatic vulpine statuette silently stared down from its bookshelf perch. It certainly felt like it as he unzipped his pants to finally let his stubborn tentpole flop free.

His hands didn’t drift to his shaft immediately, however. Instead, they went down to his balls, giving them an appraising squeeze to confirm his earlier suspicions. They really did seem to be larger than before... Not so much that it was immediately obvious, but they definitely sprawled much further along his palm and fingers now than they had before.

His curious mind began to weave explanations and excuses once more... Surely it was just because his heated thoughts had left him inordinately pent up after today, or because his higher than normal libido had made his loins grow hotter while confined within his work pants...

Whatever the case, he didn’t pay too much attention to it as he fetched out his phone with one hand and started to stroke along his uncircumcised tool with the other, intending to finally relieve his day-long stress by pumping out a load before his typical evening routine of videogames.

His thumb tapped open his hookup app of choice. Whilst his salacious fantasies certainly wouldn’t mind having a fine piece of tail to rut (or be rutted by), he wasn’t expecting to find anything more than some appealing eyecandy to help his most immediate urges—perhaps some flirtatious dirty talking if he was lucky.

Although who knows, maybe he could score a hook up for later this week while he was at it.

He wasn’t browsing for more than a few minutes before receiving a message. Zagg raised an eyebrow as he tapped open the notification, only for his expression and stroking hand to freeze when his green eyes spotted the picture of the sender.

It was the polecat from the train!

Even better, he was being quite flirtatious and playful about the otter ‘liking what he had seen’ that morning!

Zagg’s yellow thumbpad hesitated above the phone’s screen with a hint of a blush reappearing on his face. How could he be this lucky to score a hook up with the cute boy he had randomly stumbled across that very morning!?

He glanced towards the fox statuette standing vigil over the living room; unflinching, unmoving, yet its precious sapphire gems for eyes still gave the impression of looking right at him.

“Is this your blessing, oh enigmatic fox spirit? Playing with fate to ensure I get a bootycall to help with my urges?” The otter joked, although his thoughts had started to grow a touch less skeptical.

His attention returned to his phone as his thumb flicked across its screen, keeping his other hand slowly stroking over his cock as he utilized his time-honored, one-handed texting technique.

He really was lucky. After a few minutes of gabbing back and forth, including a casual apology for staring with the excuse that he was ‘feeling really pent up this morning after a strange dream’, a coy tease from the polecat of ‘just how pent up’ with an eyes emoji, and a quickly snapped pic of his hefty uncut hog throbbing within his grip, and the ringtail was offering to come over to ‘help’ right then and there!

To make up for catalyzing his rut to be even worse, of course.

“Fuck me.” Zagg breathed as he accepted the invitation and shot another stare of disbelief towards the fox idol. “Alright, if you can keep helping me pull 10s day in, and day out, I just might start looking up your name to offer prayers. Talk about the ultimate wingman.”

His contemplative and heated thoughts and idle, edging strokes, continued until the stranger-turned-booty-call knocked at his door some half-an-hour later. With a charming smile, Zagg opened the door and invited him in.

Fifteen minutes later, the polecat was on his back, pinned against the couch, with the larger, heavier otter on top of him—clapping his cheeks with enough force to make the sofa rock and the sultry lad’s moans ring out against his ear. His hook up’s claws raked against his thick, water-proof fur, digging through it to scratch over his skin and leave behind thin, shallow red lines.

All while the statue watched from the bookshelf. Its gemstone eyes seemed to glow with a mysterious light as it grew ever so subtly in size, soon struggling to fit within its shelf home as the otter’s euphoric groans of triumph spilled from his lips.

---

Zagg awoke in his bed the morning after, rumbling as his consciousness filtered through his memory and lingering dreams.

He and the polecat were at it for quite some time last night. He had been insatiable, showing more vigor than he had for years. After burying his seed deep into the twink’s ass on the couch, he had hauled the small, lithe male off to his bed for post sex cuddles, which shortly thereafter turned into another round of foreplay before going again.

By the end of the night, the pair had ordered takeout—eating while the ringtail was hooked underneath his arm. But, while he busily ate his noodles with one hand, his other hand came to rest against his lover’s belly—gingerly stroking its surface whilst his thoughts once again turned towards strange thoughts of his otter pups impossibly growing within the younger man’s belly.

It seemed he had passed out sometime after that, leaving his hookup to let himself out. A quick glance to the message the spotted-twink had left on his phone, filled with hearts and kisses and offers to meet up again in the future, proved just that.

Zagg sighed and rubbed his stocky muzzle, feeling ever so slightly longer than normal, between his hands, as he turned his thoughts towards his dreams. Oddly, they had been less... directed than the one from the night before. Instead of one sordid scene of him conquering that cute black kitten, last night’s dreams had been more a blur of no less lust-inducing images.

In one sequence; he was surrounded by cute, fertile things that were begging for his seed, their scents driving him crazy with a desire to breed. In another sequence, quite paradoxically, it was the reverse; himself kneeling in supplication to a figure he vaguely understood to be the fox spirit the statuette was carved to resemble—offering prayers and supplication to the virile beast, moaning and swallowing a fat knotted cock so large its addictive seed was practically pumped straight into his stomach.

He shook his head and its slightly larger than before ears to clear the dreams from his thoughts then swung himself out of bed, intending to have a quick shower before work rather than dwell upon his peculiar subconscious fantasies any further.

Though... Perhaps he should talk to some of his more occult-interested friends about it? Even if there wasn’t anything strange going on, they were also the ones into dream journals and symbology, so perhaps they could help identify just what was behind his current state—

Zagg’s thoughts lurched to a halt as he entered the bathroom and his eyes caught his reflection in the mirror.

His face was... different. Stronger. The proportions of his heavy brows, stocky jaw, and small ears had changed ever so subtly, making his face sharper compared to its normal blocky layout. His ears had lengthened, growing to damn near twice their former size. The fur upon them had darkened to a woody-brown, while every surprised thought racing through his mind was accompanied by a reflexive twitch. Most noticeable of all, however, was that his snout had lengthened, growing thinner to compensate for its added protrusion, while just behind his nose a set of whisker spots had appeared—forming the distinctive, triangular adornments that always graced the snout of a fox.

The strange changes didn’t just end above his shoulders...

His body was slightly different. He was no less muscled than before, but his squat and robust frame had shifted to be less top heavy. His tail, too, whilst just as long, thick, and muscular as any otter’s, seemed to have gained a life of its own, flicking to and fro behind him in an act that resembled a wag.

But, by far the most paranoia-inspiring change was what was going on between his legs. His equipment had grown. The increase in heft to his already amble balls could no longer be denied even at a glance, having nearly doubled in size and doubled again in weight as they swayed beneath his uncut length. The fur that covered them, meanwhile, had become thicker and fluffier, standing in contrast to the oily, waterproof hairs of the rest of his pelt. His length had also grown, now several inches longer than it had been when he passed out. His foreskin had all but disappeared, as if it had been perpetually stretched back over his increased size. Finally, instead of the yellow-skinned glands that once crowned his member, the sensitive skin had become a pinkish-red, fading to the typical colors that still dominated the humanoid-length’s base.

But, for some reason, he knew his shaft’s current configuration wouldn’t last long... His mind naturally spun towards the dream he had of the black cat, pounding the svelte feline with a fat, knotted cock, then to the ones that had featured the vulpine spirit, and the joy and delight he had found in servicing its fat cock—a giant, knotted beast adorned with a pair of giant fluffy balls much like his current ones...

His thoughts quickly drifted to imagining how that monster of a dick would look swinging from his own hips... The otter couldn’t help but stare down at his crotch as the image gripped him, while his somewhat less squat hands wandered down to rub over his body and admire catalogue every change, both subtle and overt, over the next minute.

Only then did his mind start to contemplate the actual cause of his mysterious transformation.

Of course, there was one obvious answer. Without bothering to get dressed, he ran out of his bedroom and into the living room, as if he could grill the item responsible for answers to his pressing questions.

Only to freeze in surprise once more as the strange fox statue was no longer sitting within the bookshelf he had left it. It was now resting on top of the corner table, and instead of standing at a ‘cute’ six-to-seven-inches tall, the stone idol now towered at an impressive two-feet.

All the while, the sapphire stones in its face stared towards the stupefied otter, catching the early morning light peering in from the window to dance with alluring, twinkling reflections.

Zagg immediately turned his gaze away from the statue’s stare after an odd instinct rippled through his psyche—although whether the impulse was for his own safety, or out of induced respect, he couldn’t quite say.

“B-but how...”

Had his lover from last night moved it? No, that didn’t seem right... Nor did it explain its drastic increase in size!

Was it really so absurd that a magical statue that was potentially transforming his body could move by itself, anyway?

Besides, there were more pressing questions to answer, such as to what ends was the thing changing him. A question that weighed heavily on Zagg’s mind as he bit his lip, exposing that his canines had grown more prominent as he did so.

It was one thing if it was just making him better adept at breeding—few men would turn down the rather sizable increase in their assets, after all.

But why start changing his species, even if only partially...?

He glanced furtively towards the statue in search of an answer. Alas, all he got was silence, and a strange sense that the stone fox’s half-bared fangs had twisted into a toothy smile the longer he stared.

“No, of course the magical statue turning you into a fox stud wouldn’t talk back. How silly of you, Zagg.” The otter muttered underneath his breath as he cautiously stepped back into his bedroom.

How else was he meant to try and figure out this unexpected development if he couldn’t interrogate the source, though...

Of course! The black cat who had sold him the statue in the first place!

It was cutting it close, but if he got dressed now, he might just manage swinging by the strange feline’s store on his way to work and not be late!

With newfound purpose, the robust tank of an otter threw on his clothes... Only to discover a new complication as his typical garments no longer fit quite right on his adjusted physique. Especially his pants, who refused to be buttoned shut over his absurd groin bulge, bringing a vivid blush across Zagg’s face as he contemplated a solution...

---

“How the hell did an entire shop just disappear...” Zagg said with a groan, resting his head against his office keyboard as he struggled to focus—dressed in an exercise outfit whose baggy nature offered him enough range to fit.

He had returned to where he had bought the magical idol from. But to his horror, not only was the black cat not there, but the entire shop had disappeared—leaving behind an empty lot which looked like it hadn’t been occupied in months!

Then, to make things worse, while he was hastily jogging towards his false hope, he had discovered that the adjustments to his snout were not just for show. His sense of smell had become keener, allowing him to pick up the scent of all the men and women he passed—many of which tormented his nostrils, coaxing his libido to a roaring start despite having blown multiple loads into the ringtail just last night!

Gods, he definitely planted a litter in that lovely twink...

He took a deep breath to clear the progeny-spawning thoughts, struggling to keep his focus upon the web pages in front of him.

It wasn’t just others' scent that was having an effect upon him. It also seemed that his own scent was affecting others in turn, or so Zagg believed considering he had been propositioned no less than three times on his way to work after his disappointing discovery! It likely hadn’t helped that, in his haste to swing by the cat’s shop, he had to skip that morning shower he had originally intended to have—leaving the subtle after-scent of last night’s firm, hard breeding still clinging to his body.

Worse, whilst his baggy track pants did allow his new... assets... to fit, they did little to hide the generous package that now swung between his thighs. A particularly bold, huskily-built fox dude had even dared to give his generous package a grope while flirting with him on the street before he managed to brush him off!

Zagg’s thoughts had also become harder to wrangle... Whatever the fox statue was doing to him, it was definitely enhancing his... pup-spawning urges, so to say. If he wasn’t careful, his mind would inevitably wander towards thoughts of breeding; of spilling his seed in any cute coworkers belly, filling his mind with thoughts of fox kits otter pups growing in their bellies. The result of which left his enhanced loins almost perpetually at attention underneath his desk, especially as he was bombarded by all their scents within the office wing!

But he had to, no, needed to resist those brewing urges and thoughts! He had mentally gone over everything that had seemed off over the last two days, and realized that the fox statue only seemed to grow whenever he had indulged in his lascivious desires. It also seemed to grow in direct proportion to the extent of his trespass, considering the subtle growth the morning after he masturbated compared to its growth after he had bred the polecat over and over again...

It must have reached a threshold after his evening-long rut to start changing his physiological features! Or, perhaps, the changes had just been too subtle for him to notice until his night with the ringtail had accelerated things.

But, if things progressed whenever he gave in to his desires, perhaps if he resisted the temptation long enough it might reverse. Or, at the very least, he could hold the changes off long enough to discover a cure—whether that be tracking down the black cat for an answer, or something else.

Easier said than done, of course, as the more he resisted the lascivious thoughts intruding into his thoughts, the more compelling and downright overpowering they became! By midday, it had become a constant struggle to focus on the computer rather than drift into sordid day dreams about breeding his coworkers.

He should have been working on a document that needed to be done by the end of the day, but instead, he had been searching the internet for information about ‘lewd magical five-tailed fox spirits’ in a desperate hope to discover a solution.

But, after hours of searching through all his distractions, mental and otherwise, the only thing he had really gotten was a name: Amoren, an obscure fae entity in occult mythology renowned for his virility and beguiling influence. No information at all about how to escape his influence!

He had already tried muttering the creature’s name, both forwards and backwards, to no effect. He had even done so three times, and thus exhausted his mundane knowledge on such things!

“Man, you don’t look like you’ve slept at all, Zaggy.” A familiar voice called out from behind him, causing the otter’s back to stiffen.

His green eyes, dripping with dread, peered out from beneath his hoody to spy his white-furred rabbit coworker: the one that he had a bit of a crush on, and had been slowly feeling out over the past month to see which way he swung.

‘Oh no... No, no, no, anyone but him...’

“Y-yeah... Been in a bit of a rut—I mean, funk the past couple of days.” The otter coughed, hoping to deflect as he lifted his head off of his desk and pretended to get back to work.

It was mean, turning his back upon his friend, but he hoped that he’d understand—or, at the very least, that he could make it up to the fancy lapine later.

“Anyway I should get back to work. If I don’t finish these documents soon I’ll have to stay back and put in some overtime to finish them—”

His attempt to brush the bunny off was interrupted by the smaller male resting his chin against the mustelid’s shoulder, pressing his adorable face against his. The herbivore’s nose tucked underneath his enlarged ears, sniffing his enticing, rut-wafting aroma... Whilst his fingers, with far more boldness than the rabbit had ever shown in their slow, smoldering advances, slipped underneath the otter’s pants to wrap his delicate fingers around the stockier man’s enhanced masculinity.

“Maybe you just need to... blow off some steam to better focus on work~?” His coworker’s words purred against his ears as if they had been plucked straight from his dreams.

His cock pulsed in the lapine’s grip, staining the crotch of his track pants with its thigh-sprawling size, his excitement thickening the nearby air with alluring vulpine otter pheromones.

Zagg’s breath froze in his throat. His eyes flicked backwards, staring at his crush with a mixture of fear and enraptured desire.

No...! He had to resist! Fuck that fox and whatever arrangements of fate he was pulling to do this! He... He was stronger than this! He could deny even this temptation—

“Why don’t we take our lunch breaks together... One of the execs owes me a favor and has given me the code to his private bathroom while he’s away on business. No one would disturb us there~”

---

He was inside that tight bunny ass less than fifteen minutes later—following after several minutes of his friend worshipping his fat slab of otter-cock to ensure the bottle-thick cock was glistening with spit and lubricating spunk.

Despite how much he suspected this would only make his current predicament worse, Zagg still dragged his fat cock head against the bunny’s tight ring, before leaning a fraction of his considerable bulk behind his hips to sink himself to the hilt in the rabbit’s warm, soft, pillowy walls.

His crush, the overwhelming urge to breed, even the taboo of fucking in the exec bathroom, they all became a temptation too great for him to resist! Now, as his mass crashed into the rabbit’s backside as the lapine laid back against the fancy, bidet-equipped toilet, there was no way he could stop—letting the depraved desires that had dragged him here dance across his mind and send shivers racing across his taint and through his ever more nimble, ever more wagging tail.

Not even when he felt his body shift could he garner the willpower to pull away, powerless to do anything else but watch his snout grow longer and narrower with every thrust—his teeth twisting to a sharper, more canidae design as it did so. His nostrils grew more sensitive, making his libido rage all the hotter as he drank in his friend’s scent with every breath. His ears, shifting to look more like pointy triangles, ducked forward to focus on the rabbit’s sultry moans and frantically beating heart beat.

He even swore his cock was growing larger as he fucked the cute bunny into a stupor. The ever more exuberant moans spilling from the rabbit’s maw certainly seemed to agree!

In the end, his heavier balls clapped against the rabbit’s cheeks with one last, desperate thrust. One hand tightened its clawed grip around the small lapine’s shoulder, whilst the other gouged into the ceramic tank of the toilet. His hips ground forward, flush against the other man’s ass to bury himself as deeply as he could while as his balls flexed, pumping the largest climax Zagg had ever felt right into the rabbit’s belly!

All while his bright green eyes stared at the panting bunny, shuddering with euphoria and painting his pretty white fur in his own sputtering virility. A sight that made his thoughts, twisted by his lurid curse and the high of his orgasm, dance with fancies of rabbit-otter boys taking root within his belly...

“Fuuuck I needed that...” Zagg groaned as his afterglow started to settle in, right as his shame and fear for surrendering to temptation began to creep over his thoughts.

He moved to drag his cock free from the rabbit so that he could look at himself in the bathroom’s mirror—struggling to think of how he was going to explain his changed features to his long-time friend as he did so...

Only to find his retreat blocked as the root of his cock somehow tugged against his friend’s ring, inadvertently dragging the lapine—seemingly stuck to his crotch—back with him until he nearly fell off the toilet seat entirely!

“Ah! Hey, be careful with your knot dude!” The rabbit laughed, as if his words weren’t the most absurd things the otter had ever heard.

“My k-knot!?” Zagg’s eyes went wide.

Instantly, his thoughts recalled his strange dreams of breeding the enigmatic cat that had started this entire mess with a fat knotted cock, of the many fertile mothers-to-be the vulpine prick had conquered in the dreams after that, and the strange sense of inevitability he had about this very moment just this morning.

He gulped before giving his hips a testing roll, causing a low murmur from the tied rabbit as the swollen glands now affixed to the base of his fox cock ground against the smaller male’s prostate.

“A-ah! That wasn’t an invite for you to torment me with it either...” The smaller male chuckled again. His soft eyes looked up, sweat-soaked hair stuck to his brow as he admired the muscular stud looming over him.

“W-wait. Since when did I have a knot!?” Zagg hissed incredulously, still struggling to understand what was going on, and especially why he seemed to find it perfectly natural!

Was the rabbit a co-conspirer with whatever that stupid, sexy fox statue had planned for him!?

“I dunno. Since you were born? You never told me which of your parents was the fox and which was the otter, but you know, I wasn’t gonna pry. A stupidly sexy otter-fox hunk like you isn’t worth potentially offending just to answer some idle curiosities.” The rabbit shot back with a smirk, using the exact same teasing tone and grin he used whenever they bantered—despite the fact his friend was now who knows how many inches deep in his ass and talking about the impossibility of him being a hybrid.

“Since when was I an otter-fox...” Zagg repeated, the words leaving his lips in a quiet whisper as his mind continued to process.

“Uh... Since we met at least? You okay, dude? You’re acting weird...” The rabbit answered again, his expression changing to one of concern. “Wait, I wasn’t too forward, was I...? Sorry, it's just that we’ve been playing that game of cat and mouse for a while now and you were so hot when I saw you today... Fuck I did push things too fast didn’t I? I’m such a fuck up.”

“N-no, you’re fine! Sorry, like I said, just in a bit of a funk recently.” The otter-fox quickly interrupted, preventing his friend from spiraling into a stress-loop because of his behavior. After all, whatever regrets he might have about the consequences of surrendering to temptation, the fuck itself was every bit what he hoped it would be—if not more thanks to his... enhancements.

Speaking of consequences... The transforming mustelid glanced towards the mirror as best he could while trapped by his knot to the reclining rabbit. Sure enough, he distinctly looked like some sort of hybrid. His face was even less familiar than it had in his morning investigations. There were still similarities that reminded him of, well, himself, sure, such as his bright green eyes staring into the half-familiar face, but everything else looked like... Well, like what his son’s face might have looked like if he had crossbred with a particularly handsome vulpine!

But even his eyes seemed to change for a moment, the green orbs replaced with a set bright, sapphire blue, vertical fox eyes for a momentary flicker—just as the warped reflection’s lips twisted into a toothy smile.

Zagg snapped his head away, avoiding whatever that was. Instead, he anchored himself by looking down towards the all but glowing, doe-eyed bunny dude half-hanging from his crotch and draped against the immaculately clean toilet seat without a care in the world.

If there was any silver lining to the events that had transpired—besides one of the best fucks of his life, of course—it was the revelation that he wouldn’t have to worry about everyone else wondering why he looked so different... Even if that discovery made the existential dread from his changes grow even stronger.

Just what would everyone think when the fox’s curse was finished? Would he even be himself anymore? Would people just think he had always been a handsome vulpine tod, even his own parents?

Or would he just be gone, disappeared as if he had never existed, leaving the fox spirit in his place—as if he had existed all along instead of the nerd otter with a love of videogames...

A deep, unsettling shiver rolled through Zagg’s back. Whilst, distantly, as if from the deepest crevices of his mind, the otter could swear he heard a laugh that was both familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time...

---

Zagg rushed home immediately after his cock had finally slipped free from his bunny crush’s hole—shouting out an excuse that he was feeling sick to his manager as he ran past him.

The trip back was a torture all on its own. His nostrils, now even more sensitive than his morning commute, flared with the scent of everyone nearby. His absolute monster of a fox cock pulsed and strained against his track pants the entire way—catching more than a few stares from the other commuters on the train, their sultry winks, whistles, and occasional surprised gasps about the fat slab of masculinity hiding between his legs making the otter-fox blush with both shame and desire.

But, after a hellish hour of temptation, he finally reached his front door, all but barging it open before slamming it shut behind him. Only then could he rest, leaning back against the door as he struggled to catch his breath. A big mistake, as that only brought the lingering scent of what he and the polecat had gotten up to last night to his vulpine nose—coaxing a whine to roll from his throat as his green-eyes turned to stare at the accursed idol. The damn thing was now almost too large for his table, standing at a solid three-feet in height!

With a shake of his head, the hybrid kicked off his pants and clothes, freeing the straining need that was making a mess of his track pants. His green eyes flicked down towards the throbbing tool with a conflicted, pensive stare.

Now that he didn’t have his friendly lapine’s body wrapped around it, or his mind wasn’t being assailed with thoughts of breeding any cute or handsome guy on the train ride home senseless, he could fully appreciate examine the inches standing proudly from between his legs.

Where once he had a fat, uncircumcised tool, and this morning he had a fatter, bright red, but nevertheless humanoid length, now he sported an absolute titan of knotted masculinity. A towering cock that swung all the way to his knees, dripping with vulpine masculinity with every pulsating twitch. The fat glands at the length’s base sported a tri-lobed design, the two flanking lobes on either side of his cock’s base slightly lowered, leaving room for the third to crown the top like the points of a triangle. Then, beneath the near-perpetually aroused length, sat the largest set of spheres he had ever seen—heavy furred-grapefruits boiling with seed and a desperate need to spread their genetics despite having just bred the bunny an hour earlier!

“You have to admit, it is quite a nice upgrade~” A voice teased him as he stared at his—at their—cock.

It had appeared ever since he spotted the apparition in the bathroom’s mirror. It was subtle... At first. Zagg initially believed it to be nothing more than an intrusive thought; the urges within his psyche given form. But, as he stood in the train and warded off desire after desire to bend over cute looking guys who were eyeing the bulge of ‘his’ crotch, the voice became noticeably more alien—taking on a persona distinct from the conflicted otter’s psyche.

“Y-yeah, but it's not my cock...” He tried to refute. But, no matter how much conviction he tried to put behind his words, his protests always came out half-heartedly. His chest swelled with as much pride as it did concern over his new ‘assets’. He couldn’t help but admire the monster of masculinity now swinging from his loins—the weight of it, the radiating warmth of its virility, the feeling of power it brought him with every vigorous twitch!

Before he knew it, one of his hands had reached down to rub along the length, squeezing along the tool until it sputtered and belched a thick rivulet of pheromone-rich pre onto the floor of his home.

The tool twitched in response, seeming to grow another millimeter in length, whilst in the corner of his vision a faint glimmer of blue radiated from the fox statue looming from the corner of his living room.

“N-no! Fuck.” His hand snapped back like it had been shocked, urgently separating his grip from the source of temptation—and the further transformations his indulgence caused.

He fled from the room right after, escaping the sight of the gleaming-eyed fox statue as he retreated to the bathroom, his massive vulpine cock wagging the entire way.

Once there he leaned against the sink, huffing as he tried to get control of his emotions. After a few seconds, he finally managed to twist his new face into a stern scowl, his green-eyes glaring at the mirror as he waited for the voice’s projection to reappear.

Sure enough, it did.

“Now, now... What’s the matter~? Haven’t you been enjoying your life ever since I came into it~?” The sultry rumble seemed to purr against his ear despite the absence of anyone against him...

At least, not in reality. Within the mirror’s reflection, however, a new figure appeared, looming against the back of his own reflection and rumbling sordidly into his foxier ears.

He was a fox, and quite a masculine one at that. His features were quite familiar to the former otter by now, resembling both the vulpine features he was developing and the magical statue growing larger within his living room. Its distinctive sapphire eyes were hidden behind a pair of aviator sunglasses, yet Zagg somehow knew that they were there all the same. The rest of his body wasn’t bad either; strong, muscular, yet more limber than his own. Behind him, five fluffy tails with devious intent, whilst between his strong legs lay a massive vulpine cock that put even the monster he swung to shame—although he knew all too well that ‘his’ cock would soon become the fox’s equal.

There was no doubt that this was the fox fae Amoren his limited research had discovered...

Zagg couldn’t help but let his thoughts wonder at the sight, complete with a brief hint of drool creeping from the corner of his now-black lips. How the hell was he going to control himself by the time he swung that around? How the heck would he even fit it into his clothes!? If he went out naked swinging that, there was no way he wasn’t going to knock up every guy on the way to and from work each day!

Not that he minded that idea, as seen by how his thick, muscled rudder of a tail wagged.

“What’s the matter?” The fox-otter finally barked back after forcing his thoughts back in order. “Gods, I can barely control myself. All I want to do is breed, and for what purpose!? Just what are you planning!?”

The kitsune grinned crookedly as his ‘reflection’ leaned against him. For a brief moment, Zagg almost thought he could feel the fox’s weight against him—or at least the heat radiating from the vulpine’s cannon of virility—despite him being nothing more than an immaterial projection.

“What’s so wrong with breeding~? After all, doesn’t it make you happy to know that polecat and bunny are carrying your pups~?”

Those words made Zagg’s heart drum with excitement. His mind filled with thoughts of the two’s bellies swollen with his brood, their faces depicting the joys of expectant motherhood while they rubbed their distended tummies.

The otter swallowed, once again pushing away his salacious thoughts to try and resist the compulsions and urges that made his vulpine cock sputter against his sink-cabinent, painting the wooden doors with pheromone-rich fox musk.

“As if. Who knows if your ‘gifts’ were strong enough to breed the ringtail, and by the time I blew my load in my coworker my cock was looking like yours. If anything, he’s probably going to grow with fox boys, not otter boys!”

Curiously, he no longer doubted for a second that the fox couldn’t get males pregnant. The instincts and urges in his mind were so convincing that it seemed anathema to even doubt his... their virility’s capability to so life.

“Oh no, they’re both growing with otters. Well. The polecat is at least. The bunny probably does as well, but I can't quite rule out the possibility that our son won’t have some foxy features in the mix~

“Think of those litters as... my gift.” The kitsune added with a wide, toothy smirk.

Another shiver of pride and desire rolled down Zagg’s spine. He swallowed hard, needing to freeze for a few moments to focus once again, especially as his balls clenched with anticipation, desperate and needy for release.

“But why... And a gift for what? Why do you need to transform me into a fox?”

“I’m not just transforming you into any fox. I’m transforming you into me,” the kitsune confirmed Zagg’s most fearful suspicions with a proud purr.

The reflected image wandered a hand over the otter-fox’s—dull claws fondly raking through his gray and white fur as he continued speaking with a gloating rumble.

“You see, to have some fun in your world, I need a body. Sure, I can have fun invading people’s dreams without one, and perhaps leave some mysterious pregnancies in my wake that way, but it's just not as fun as doing the deed in person. Especially since the guys of your world can’t help themselves around me—nor even the little bit of me that’s seeping out of you.

“Fortunately, the drop of blood you offered to my idol was more than enough to... bless you... In exchange for sharing my virility, libido, and alluring qualities with you, every time you indulge in hedonistic pleasure surrenders a little bit more of your soul—and thus your body—to me~” He finished his explanation, black lips twisting into a grin that looked like a cat that had just swallowed the canary—with Zagg of course being the bird in that allegory.

“What happens to me in this plan of yours?” The otter grunted in retort.

“You get to enjoy being the most successful stud you’d ever wish to be, as every hedonistic fantasy in that depraved mind of yours comes true~ Of course, you’ll be more and more me as you do so, pumping out fox kits left, right, and center instead of otter pups going forward—but that’s why you got two bellies filled with the old you’s genes as my gift, like I said~”

“Someone would notice, surely. You can’t just turn me into a fox without people knowing something strange was going on!” He protested, struggling for any argument he could think of to discourage the fox’s plot.

The fox in the mirror laughed, his black lips twisting into a sordid smile as he explained.

“Did you forget how your friend reacted~? He thought you had always been a fox-otter—always had a fat, vulpine cock whose knot he dreamed of swinging on~

“That was just a little appetizer of what’s to come.

“As you become more and more ‘me’, that’s exactly how the world will remember you. For now, they think you’ve always been an otter-fox. Even your parents. Go ahead, give them a call, see what sort of rationalization they’ll go down to justify you being a hybrid. Even when you’re all but entirely a fox, they’ll still find nothing odd at all about it. Maybe they’ll think that you were adopted, or that they must have had some fox in the family that came out~

“So... What do you think will happen when the last bit of ‘you’ disappears~?”

The otter shuddered. He could picture it now. Everyone he ever knew, all of his friends, lovers, and family members, would all just believe he had been the fox the entire time... Would they even think his name had been the fox’s? Would there be any trace of him left in the world besides the two litters of otters he sired over the last two days?

“Just what’s going to happen to me when you’re done taking over my body?”

“Well~” The fox murmured lazily. The hand that had been stroking his cock reached up to adjust his aviators, pulling them down to expose the hypnotically alluring bright, sapphire eyes beneath before he continued speaking—the two shimmering jewels for eyes seeming to stare straight into the otter’s gaze from the reflection.

“That’s entirely up to you... If you desire, your spirit can surrender and become a part of me, like a passenger, a backthought in the depths of my mind, enjoying every minute of me using your body to spread my seed and progeny through your world.

“But I’ve also seen into your mind, and know you don’t just enjoy being a stud, do you~? You also have desires to be bred yourself... Fortunately, I’m more than happy to reward a loyal servant who sacrificed their body to me. I can separate our spirits and allow yours to serve me in my own realm, where you can delight in every hedonistic urge you wish—including the privilege of being my personal bitch~”

Zagg’s expression tightened as his thoughts swam at the idea of servicing the stud he saw in the mirror. A lifetime, no, an eternity at the vulpine’s side, pinned beneath him, filled with life...

“Huff! Like I’d just willingly surrender my body.” The otter grunted to clear his thoughts, his lips pulling back to expose his predatory fangs as he stared defiantly at the vulpine reflection. “All I need to do is resist your influences... Not fap... Not breed... If you don’t go away on your own there must be some way, anyway, to remove you. Fuck, I can go try and get an exorcism if need be! If you’re real then there’s probably some truth to all that nonsense as well!”

“Good luck with that, pup~ I’ll enjoy watching you try... Don’t worry, I’ll be here the entire time, teasing you, goading you... Murmuring about how eagerly that cutie on the train is staring at you... At us~” The five-tailed vulpine laughed, leaning away from the image of the otter’s body in the mirror while a hand resettled the aviators on his snout.

“Fuck you!” Zagg hissed as he finally gathered the willpower to tear his gaze away from the fox’s mirror manifestation. He blinked right after, clearing away hints of shimmering blue that had been unknowingly creeping across the edges of his green eyes while he was conversing with the fox.

H-he could do this. He just needed to resist until he figured out a way to break the curse...

Of course, that was easier said than done, as evidenced by the otter-fox’s ears twitching from the sound of squelching liquid coming from between his legs. A glance down discovered that one of his hands was reflexively pumping along the giant slab of fox cock throbbing with need. His heavy, fluffy-white melons felt eager and pent up despite having just knocked up his rabbit crush earlier that day, the spheres damn near achingly full and goading him to spill his—or rather, the fox’s—seed again!

Especially if it was in someone nice and cute that could bear a kit for the enigmatic vulpine spirit.

The transforming otter ripped his hand off of ‘his’ cock like it was a live wire once again, but this time his traitorous hand lingered nearby rather than retreat fully—like a disciplined dog waiting for its opportunity to repeat its bad behavior as soon as its owner looked away.

“I can do this... I can do this... I can do this...”

Amor’s amused snicker rippled across the back of the otter’s head in answer, waiting and watching to see the inevitable end of the mustelid’s futile struggles..

---

Resistance, it turned out, was much harder than the former otter had thought.

Zagg, now almost a perfect replica of the studly vulpine he saw in the mirror, leaned back against his couch as a low, lascivious groan spilled from his black lips and narrow snout. His long, fluffy vulpine tail—still just the one for now—tapped lazily over the cushioned armrest. His legs spread wide to give the giant cannon of a fox cock jutting from his groin, and more importantly the pair of sprawling balls sprawled halfway down his thigh, all the room they could need as he ‘worked’.

His hands lavishly praised the vulpine spirit’s cock, delighting in the spasms of pleasure that came with every shuddering lurch of the torso-sprawling kitsune cock. The tapered tip drooled its fecund mess constantly like a living fountain, lathering the fluffy white and orange fur of the former otter’s chest in cup-sized dollops of musk-wafting precum—making an utter mess of the fur between his broad shoulders and down along his front.

If he so wished, Zagg could have even ducked his head down and, with but a hint of effort, wrap his lips around the giant slab of virility’s wedge-shaped tip and nurse the addictive ambrosia from the source.

He had done so before, after all.

But, for now, he kept his lips free to ‘talk’ while pumping along the living log of masculinity he had been entrusted with.

“Gods, I can’t believe we could fuck that cutie right on the train and no one gave a shit.” Zagg rumbled with a voice that was not quite his own anymore, but not quite the fox’s either. It, and his green eyes and lack of a tail, were perhaps the only signs of the ‘old’ him left—the last vestiges of his previous life that hadn’t yet been supplanted by the fox’s essence.

There was no one else in the room with him, but the new fox still had a target to direct his speech towards... Amor’s damn idol.

The statue had grown too large for his living room table to hold it anymore, leaving the giant stone kitsune to tower from the center of the room. After surrendering to temptation again and again, the towering shrine had grown larger. In the first few days it had reached the same height as him, allowing him to stare ‘eye to eye’ with the fox. But, now, a week later, it had grown to rival a draft stallion in size—requiring his living room furniture to be rearranged to accommodate its dominating presence!

But, on top of becoming so massive that Zagg struggled to comprehend how it wasn’t damaging the floor underneath it, it had also changed in one other way too—it had gained a giant stone fox cock and massive marble balls every bit the equal to the absurd equipment throbbing between his own legs!

The marble shaft also seemed to possess a hypnotic allure all of its own—leaving his head flooded with thoughts of submitting to the stone-facsimile whenever his gaze fell upon it, imagining how it must have felt to submit to the fox, to feel one’s belly stretched and claimed by his virile spire.

“Its the same principle that made everyone think that ‘we’ were always a fox.” Amor’s voice murmured from within his mind.

The kitsune’s psyche had become so close to Zagg’s that the former otter could feel the fox’s desires and emotions, not just his thoughts. Currently, he felt the satisfaction that came from the pleasure of his idle masturbations, just like he had felt the desire that boiled up from the fox’s psyche when he had spotted that cute canine on the train ride home.

Amor’s teasing prods thereafter had been more than enough to goad him into seducing and rutting his latest mother-to-be right then and there... To much less disturbance than he initially feared!

He barely remembered that he was supposed to deny the temptations he was indulging in even now... His once defiant resistance having become nothing more than a pang of guilt in the back of his mind during each indulgence.

“I like to call it a... Perfectly Normal Aura.” the kitsune continued with a purr. “In essence, whatever I get up to will be perceived as mundane, ordinary, within the bounds of expectations... You could even breed that cute little rabbit boyfriend of yours while he’s on a team call, and not he, nor the executives on the other end, would find anything absurd about it—even while directly referencing or interacting with our deeds~”

“Kinky...” The fox-to-be sighed wistfully, shifting one hand to work along the main trunk of the two-foot long prize now pulsating against his grip, whilst the other slipped down to lavish the tri-lobed knot flexing with excitement just above his white-furred melons.

“That might be fun to play around with...” He growled lightly, eyes closing as he imagined the antics he could get up too with that trait. No clothes would be a start, it was already a strain to get his monster of a cock to behave—and attempts to do so had cost him numerous trackpants, either from becoming so utterly soaked with spunk, or from being literally ripped apart by the vigorous throbs racing through his third leg.

But with that aura, he could go out for an evening jog with his cock out, and the only thing that would come of it would be breeding whatever pedestrians his new body infatuated along the way!

Even if that was a quick way to lose the small thread of ‘otter’ he had left...

“E-except I need to resist...” He mumbled a few seconds later, more going through the motions of resistance rather than being truly defiant anymore.

“I don’t suppose there’s a way to convince you not to fully possess me?” Zagg added with a hopeful sigh, wishing he could maintain these boons while remaining ‘himself’—he had already come to miss the look of his original body in the mirror, as much as the beastly stud-bod he got to molest every day in its place was fun to play with.

“Like... There’s got to be a way where we’re both happy, yeah?”

“Mmm...” His ‘fox friend’s’ familiar voice rumbled within his mind, but the tone behind it was far more contemplative than Zagg had come to know. Normally the kitsune indulged in teasing him, tormenting him, luring him down the path of depravity to make his ultimate fate approach faster, chuckling every time the otter surrendered to pleasure and indulged their hedonistic wants.

It made the transforming man’s hand freeze along ‘their’ dick, and his green-eyes shoot back open, staring into the fist-sized sapphires of the oppressively tall fox statue nearby. “Wait, is there?”

At first, the only response he got was a forlorn sigh, but, near five seconds later, the fox’s voice once again appeared in his mind.

“Like I said, once I possess you fully, the only choices for your spirit would either be consumption, or being whisked away to my world to join my harem...”

“I’m sensing a ‘but’ there~?” The all-but-a-former-otter’s heart drummed slightly. While he couldn’t deny the pleasure and needs which welled within him from his ever-deepening bond to Amor, the dread of his inevitable fate still weighed heavily upon his mind... Even if he had already resolved to accept the fox’s offer of spiritual hedonism if it did come to that point.

“Now that there’s enough of my spirit manifested in your world by lurking within you, there’s an... alternative arrangement we could agree upon instead.”

“Which is!?” Zagg’s breath heaved from his lips, his dull-clawed fingers gripping tightly with anticipation to the spire of vulpine cock twitching between his legs.

“Mmmm. You can surrender the power I’ve given you and deliver it to my idol. I can then transform it to temporarily assume my true form in your world, which will be plenty long enough to sort out an alternative solution to manifest without using your body.”

“What? That’s it?” His brown vulpine ears flicked upwards, green eyes beaming with hope.

“That’s it... Mostly.” The fox chuckled in reply to his plaything’s excitement. “When my power returns, your body will return to normal... Mostly, back to the otter you originally were with perhaps a few lingering hints of my time in your body here and there.

“But, that means you’ll no longer have my power... You’d go back to being the otter you used to be in almost all respects~ You wouldn’t get the pleasure and satisfaction of feeling my conquests, or of being in my permanent service.”

Zagg bit his lip. The answer was obvious, but just like he found it near impossible to resist the fox’s temptations over the last week, it was just as monstrously difficult to resist the fate that had been hanging over his head since their first conversation. It promised more pleasure than any mortal could know in their lifetime, and after being bound to the kitsune over these last few days, he had little doubts that it wouldn’t be everything the fox had teased it to be...

“Is... Is that all?” Zagg huffed, using the question to help rally his thoughts against his lascivious impulses.

“Mmm... No, not quite.” Amor admitted with a continued purr.

“Possessing my statue and making alternative arrangements would be less... convenient. I would require compensation for the trouble.”

Tch. Compensation!? For not stealing his body!?

The amusement and irritation Zagg felt from the fox’s words helped to steady his will further, allowing him to finally pry his pre-spunk slick digits from the monstrous shaft responsible for his all-consuming desire.

“Hmmph. What sort of compensation would you, the ever so graceful and magnanimous Amor, require in exchange for deigning my body back to me...” He grumbled bitterly.

“Nothing you’d object to~” The tempting voice within his head murmured back. “You would have to become mine. Well... My worshipper or follower, at least~ You’d have to offer daily prayers to my idol, and I’d have free use of you whenever I desire~”

Zagg’s fluffy fox tail froze when that last statement crossed his mind, causing his green gaze to turn towards the ominous marble fox dick jutting out a good two feet from the statue’s crotch. His mind turned to picturing how it would fit in him, how the fate he had given many a man over the last week would feel when it was his turn to be stretched and molded around its girth...

He glanced down towards his firm, robust, and taller body, picturing his shorter otter-self being speared by the massive slab of cock pulsing from between his thighs, the exact replica of the one on the idol. He’d say the fit would be impossible, but as he found out while swinging the monstrous tool himself, the kitsune’s power seemed to have a way to make it fit...

Perhaps that Perfectly Normal Aura applied not just to perception, but physics itself...

“Would I have to wear a collar?” Zagg answered uncertainly, only to draw another laugh from his vulpine guest lurking in his head.

“Only if you want to~ You would look rather cute with one, though~”

“Hmmph... Tease...” He answered back as his green eyes glanced furtively between the giant bestial statue seemingly staring down at him and his transifugred body.

It really shouldn’t have been as hard of a choice as it felt... After all, one allowed him to continue his life as it should have been except for a few... spicey additions.

In the end, it was one of those concessions that surprisingly won him over to what the ‘right’ solution should have been—the offer of his ‘Master’ being allowed to make use of him at his leisure! After a week straight of putting the vulpine’s masculine prowess to work, and being taunted with the fate of serving the fox as payment, he had grown ever more curious to be on the receiving end of the treatment he was doling out.

He still had reservations that Amor wasn’t telling him everything about the deal, however... But the fox hadn’t lied to him yet, and what little research he had found online tended to confirm that fae like the kitsune lied more by omission than outright deception.

“Alright... I’ll take your deal to return your power to you in exchange for my service...” He agreed with a long, drawn out breath and a hefty throb from the giant prick now laying across his knee.

“Mmm... Good pet~” The fox’s purr rolled thickly through the former otter’s mind, making his chest flutter with a mixture of emotions from the praise.

The five-tailed bastard sounded far more satisfied with his choice than he expected... Had this been the fox’s intentions all along, driving him to the point of desperation where becoming his subject and plaything was his only way out? Would he have been better off calling the fox’s bluff...?

Bah, it wasn’t worth trying to make heads or tails of the fox’s devious plans! No doubt any decision he made would have been to the fox’s favor regardless.

Zagg settled against the couch with a sigh as he waited for a minute. Then another. Until, by the fifth minute, and their cock reasserting its desire for release with a commanding twitch and no other changes, the green-eyed fox grunted. “So... When are you starting?”

Amor gave another chuckle. “You’re the one currently possessing my power. You’re the one that has to return it to the statue. Really, you didn’t grasp that after reading every treatise on the supernatural you could find on that computer of yours?”

“Tch. You yourself said the vast majority of those were make-believe nonsense.” He grunted in reply while a sleight flush of embarrassment burned along his long ears from his new Master’s tease.

He put that to the back of his mind along with everything else he had compartmentalized recently as he looked towards the giant perverse vulpine statue he had been happily masturbating in front of for most of the afternoon. “So... How do I do that? Do I just gotta... Jizz all over ‘you’?”[a]

“That would be effective for transferring energy, but not for returning my power,” Amor explained with a soft sigh, his voice affecting the air of a father needing to explain some tedious factoid to his kit. “This is more about authority and submission rather than transmission mediums.

“You could return it by praying sincerely to me for a lengthy period, but by the time you finished that you’d inevitably have surrendered to temptation and become me long before you finished. But, fortunately, you of all people probably know a far more effective means of worship that’s much more... hands on... don’t you~? And it just so happens you’ve already been eyeing ‘me’ for most of this afternoon anyway~”

“Y-you can’t be serious...” Zagg gulped, his gaze once more staring down the stone slab immaculately sculpted into a knotted cock jutting out from between the seating statue’s legs.

“Is it really any more unbelievable than your suggestion of ‘painting me in cum’~?” The kitsune teased back with another snicker.

“If you don’t believe me, feel free to disregard what I just said... I’m sure you’ll figure out an effective alternative before you ‘accidentally’ dump my seed into another lad just begging for a litter of foxes and fuck away the last of yourself. Although you don’t seem to mind that outcome either~”

“Fine, fine... I get it.” Zagg retorted with a playful grumble while his gaze admired the idol’s prick and contemplated the challenge it presented in equal measure. “Do I need to swallow it...?”

Another thunderous laugh rolled forth from the fox lurking within his cranium.

“The greater the submission, the more effective the transfer~”

“You could have just said no.” Zagg huffed half-bitterly as he lingered for another moment, vulpine nose drinking in the scent of rutting fox-stud that registered as ‘other’ as much as it did ‘him’... Before finally rolling up from the couch and onto his feet.

He couldn’t help but spend a few more minutes admiring the physique and power that came from Amor’s almost complete takeover before he surrendered it back to the enigmatic kitsune. His long, fluffy tail swished energetically behind him as he flexed the strong and limber muscles that graced his limbs—every bit the match of his squat and compact physique without any of the land awkwardness that came from his short, stubby legs. Of course, the virility that pulsed from his crotch was most deserving of attention, the shaft that made him feel like he could breed the world.

Although, thinking of it, was he dooming the world to become a lot more foxier once he helped Amor manifest fully?

Eh... There were worse fates to inflict upon the world, and certainly none of the lovers he and the fox had entertained while they were together seemed to mind~

With one last, deep breath to steel his will, the cursed otter-turned-fox sauntered towards the vulpine statue. Even just lingering nearby the giant marble-carved idol brought a sense of otherworldly power, making Zagg briefly contemplate just how much of Amor’s power was within him or the statue respectively.

Well, it wasn’t like having an answer to that question was going to get him out of his bind either way—at best it would be something for him to consider and ask about later. Well, if his new Master ever felt like educating his otter-toy about the fundamentals of his manifestation...

With a sigh that couldn’t quite keep itself from being tainted by the bud of anticipation blooming within his chest, Zagg came to kneel before the feral marble-carved fox. That simple display of submission alone seemed to forge a connection between him and the idol, allowing the first hints of what he could only describe as power to boil forth from his innermost being and ‘return’ to the idol through it.

A glance up from his prostrated posture only seemed to make the flow grow stronger as he caught a hint of the statue’s dazzling sapphires for eyes still staring past him, making him feel all the smaller and insignificant in comparison to the great sylvan beast whose representation he was about to pleasure...

“At least it seems to be working...” He muttered underneath his breath, before clearing his mind with another breath. Submission, supplication, tribute... And perhaps even surrender. Those were the keys he needed to mold his mind towards to ensure his deal with the virile trickster fox succeeded.

His gaze focused upon the task ahead of him. With a curious rumble, Zagg reached forward, overcoming his own inhibitions (or what little there was still left of them) to tentatively brush his fingers over the idol’s sculpted length. The surface was smooth, and yet strangely warm, against his black finger pads, although utterly lacking the give that came from the living version pulsing between his legs and drooling a small pool of addictive vulpine precum upon the floor between their legs.

“Mmm... To you, My Lord, I offer my subservience...?” He rumbled uncertainly, winging the ritual to pleasure the fox and submit his power back to him from his own sordid imaginations.

He brought his other hand up to join the first in wrapping around the marble shaft, before rolling his grip along the length in a long, slow stroke. His fingers tightened their hold to keep him balanced as he leaned forward to press his lips to the replica’s tapered point—pursing them into a gingerly kiss to its peak, albeit one still tainted with need.

Again, he felt a spark, stronger this time... and accompanied by a subtle shift from deep within his being as if something had evaporated away.

With that confirmation, Zagg closed his eyes and slipped his long vulpine maw around the idol’s sculpted tool, running his long, silky fox tongue out to lather along the stone-shaft. With every gesture of submission he performed, Zagg’s confidence with the strange fellatio grew. His lips began to roll down along the stone-shaft’s head, gently brushing his vulpine fangs along the widening wedge, whilst his saliva soaked the resilient surface with every pass of his wandering tongue—putting every trick he had learned from his oral self-pleasure to use. His hands, meanwhile, began to pump along the absurd tool, leaving its fleshy mirror to continue twitching unattended as he submitted himself entirely towards his ‘Master’s’ pleasure...

Although he couldn’t help but snicker underneath his breath as he did so... From the fox’s perspective, he was practically getting a blow job from himself—or at least, a doppelganger he was currently half-possessing...

The trickle of vulpine power flowing from him and into the idol grew in equal measure to his physical devotion. Until, just as the transformed male began to get into the role a touch more than he initially expected, he felt the first, shuddering twitch from within his body. He dared to creep an eye open to glance down at his arms. Sure enough, the first hints of his old body were starting to show as the webs bridging between his fingers started to grow back towards the first knuckle, while at the same time, his dull vulpine claws reshaped themselves to his old sharper, water-suited adornments.

It was like the fox was being boiled out of him with every noisy slurp of the fox facsimile’s cock!

Every bob of his head caused his snout to shift—the squatter and wider maw making it harder for him to slip down further over the statue’s tool, but making what he did manage to lavish with worship easier on his jaw. His tongue became shorter as its original yellow-tint returned—still lavishing the spire attention as the stone was sparked and warmed by his spit. Even his fluffy fox tail began to revert, losing its nimble twitch and wags as it became fatter and more muscular—soon smacked happily against the floor in a once familiar gesture of excitement.

Really, the only thing that felt like it wasn’t transforming back was the fat slab of fox cock, bordered once more by his returned blue-furred soul patch and crotch fuzz—looking all the more absurd upon him as his body and especially his legs, shrunk back to their previous dimensions.

Not that he minded that sticking around too much... The thought of maintaining the fox’s considerable virility even made his rudder of a tail smack even more heartily against the floor.

The statue too seemed to change in response to his deed. It was imperceptible at first, but Zagg swore that as he traded in the orange, brown, and white fur of foxhood back in for his old blues and grays, the inanimate statue seemed to start to acquire a... vigor. The sculpted length against his tongue grew warmer, whilst he almost swore he could taste the familiar essence of vulpine fecundity upon his tongue... Even the stone seemed to become softer and more pliable against his lips, making it easier for his head—now getting quite carried away while Amor’s rumbles of pleasure become ever more distant within his head—to bob deeper along the length, nestling the tapered tip against the back of his tongue, pointing it towards his very gullet...

Only for something to press a strong, overpowering forepaw against the back of his blue otter-mane.

Zagg’s eyes snapped open to see the expected culprit, his maw stuffing worship freezing in place as he gave a fearful gulp.

Where the statue had once been, now a large, living feral fox, every bit the massive idol’s equal in stature, sat. Soft, fluffy, white and orange fur greeted his uncertain gaze along the vulpine’s underside, while five long, fluffy tails twitched and danced with devious excitement behind the creature. Where gems had once sat for eyes, now a pair of enthralling, glinting blue eyes sat, currently staring down at the mostly reformed otter with the same lascivious stare Zagg had given many of their conquests over the last week.

But what caught the otter’s gaze most of all was the monstrous cock pressed against the back of his tongue, throbbing with an unearthly vigor against his taster and the yellow palm-pads of his hands. The familiar taste of the fox’s virility from his curious self-pleasures trickled over the flexible muscle, its sheer quantity pooling against the start of his throat and overflowing from his stuffed maw to drip down the mustelid’s chin.

“Mmm... I suppose this is the first time we’ve met face to face rather than through a mirror, isn’t it~?” Amor chuckled with a dark, possessive desire... Before the paw pinning Zagg’s maw around his shaft pressed down between the otter’s stubby ears... forcing his lips further down his quivering pillar. “Allow me to give you a reward for the days of entertainment you’ve provided me, pet~”

In an instant, his head was shoved down several more inches of paragon vulpine masculinity! His eyes went wide as his gullet stretched to fit the absurd tool cramming itself into his throat, leaving his neckline visibly distended, and his tongue all but pinned beneath the throbbing slab!

Before long, thick, creamy white, and oh so addictive rivulets of fox ambrosia pulsed through the half-swallowed tool, pumped straight into the otter’s throat and forcing him to swallow each spurt with eye-fluttering consequences.

He only got a few mawfuls of craving-inducing virility, as a treat, before the copiously drooling tool rolled back with a shift of the monstrous kitsune’s hips. It was nowhere near a full climax, as Zagg knew all too well from firing off a few shots from his own copy of that shaft, but still enough precum to make him groan with need and desire regardless.

“Fuck... A bit of warning, Master...” Zagg coughed, causing a few droplets of fox spunk that had been clinging to his throat to splatter onto the back of his hand.

...Not that the fox seemed to be listening, as the beast’s snout wasted no time to lean down and wrap itself around the otter’s scruff! Before he knew what was happening, the blue-and-gray mustelid was plucked up like a lost kit by the monstrous kitsune and carted back towards the couch he had been masturbating upon just a few minutes earlier.

Amor’s intentions were obvious after his chest was dumped onto the cushion and his ass was draped over an arm-rest, left pointed towards the fat slab of feral fox cock throbbing with excitement just behind him—while his own duplicate length was draped along the side of his soon-to-be ruined furniture, drooling with the same virile vulpine musk that came from the manifested fae.

“W-wait, now? Don’t you have to sort out a vess—el~!” Zagg squirmed beneath a forepaw that pressed down to pin him to the couch. His huffs of protest were little more than a teasing prod—and perhaps a hope that the kitsune wasn’t intending to double cross him after manifesting into the world, however partially.

But, instead of an answer, he was greeted by the warmth of the kitsune’s point nestling itself underneath his thick tail, teasing a pucker that didn’t get nearly as much attention as the stocky, muscular otter would have liked. His tail instinctively lifted up, exposing his sculpted rump-cheeks in all their glory, flexing in reply to the teasing press, whilst the ring itself squeezed to kiss around the fox’s point—already milking a trickling spurt of pre which briefly pooled within his dimpled pucker before washing down onto his fluffy white fox-melons.

With only a rumbling, demanding growl of desire, the dire kitsune slammed forward with every ounce of his overpowering size and strength, causing Zagg’s eyes to roll towards the back of his head as inches of hole-gaping fox cock shoved its way into his body! The girth of the tool ground into place between his cheeks with the same curt and self-serving pleasure he had shown all those lovely cuties he had bred underneath the fox’s influence, all but ensuring its surface ground across the otter’s prostate with it and every following press.

His own two-foot kitsune cock smacked against the side of the couch with the sheer force of its throb, coaxed on by the pistoning press into his hole. It was soon followed by another, then another, as the equine-sized monster of a kitsune began to rock his hips back and forth, breeding the otter like he was nothing more than a toy—a sleeve to be stretched and stuffed full of virile vulpine swimmers!

And stretched he was, especially by the time the absurd, twitching tool sunk its half-way point into his spread ring—stuffing his muscle gut with enough cock that a visible bulge pressed against the arm and cushions of the couch. It stretched all the way from the root of his dick to his navel, making Zagg feel more stuffed than he had ever been in his life before, and certainly by a lover’s cock! Yet, he couldn’t deny that the feeling of being so utterly filled, so utterly molded around the vigorous shaft wasn’t euphoric—every nerve lining his reshaped walls shuddered with delight, sending waves of pleasure crashing into his taint as he was dragged towards ever higher peaks of arousal.

Yet, no matter how many firm thrusts, and no matter how many inches of copious fox cock plunged beneath his tail with wet, squelching rings of lathered precum squeezed back out, the bowling balls of vulpine virility he still possessed refused to empty, leaving the anticipation of his impending climax to twist tighter and tighter within the otter’s groin.

Was it because his own knot wasn’t receiving attention? Was it because of the sheer pressure of the kitsune dick grinding against his prostate? Or was it because the fox himself had not deigned for the replica he sported to release...?

He couldn’t be sure. Nor did he really mind at the moment as he squirmed in place, his claws tearing into the surface of his couch as he howled with euphoria. All of his inquisitive contemplations about what was happening to him were shoved aside by the thought-cataclysms of pleasure bouncing through his body with every couch-rocking slam of Amor’s hips!

“Mmm... It can wait. After all, I’ve had to live in your head for the last week... I felt every fantasy, every impulse you had for this very moment, pet. You think after all that time being teased by your depraved desires that I’d pass up the opportunity to finally make them come true~?”

Amor growled his belated answer to the otter’s question against his small ear—although the poor mustelid was barely coherent enough to understand his words.

“It would also be a shame to not tie... Such a firm, powerful body you have... All that core muscle strength clenching down with every rapturous shiver racing up along your spine... You otters are practically made to milk a fox knot dry~” The mystical beast continued, his breath rolling with a deep, possessive rumble which sent yet more vibrations shivering across his follower’s face.

“Y-yeah...” Zagg answered breathlessly and near mindlessly, the best answer his psyche could scramble together whilst his neurons convulsed with delirious excitement—flanked by the pleasure that came from the fox’s massive prick wearing him like a condom, and the enticing aphrodisia of the pre pooling within his gut.

“Good. I knew you’d agree... That’s why I gave you the offer of this deal instead~” The fox grunted, shortly thereafter followed by another, mighty shove of his hips that helped to sink the rest of his dire-feral cock into the mustelid’s ring!

Another few similar slaps later, and the kitsune’s knot-glands finally kissed against the otter’s entrance, smothering the pre-slick hole with a fresh layer of glistening spunk as they ground into place just above the otter’s heavy spheres—the perfect copy of the same fluffy titans slapping against them with every rocking blow of the vulpine’s quadrupedal frame!

“Besides... It's only fair... After helping you to become a father a damn-near dozen times with my power... That you too get to enjoy the gift of motherhood~

“I mean, just imagine how cute you and the bunny are going to look swollen and ready to burst in nine months~ Such a happy, bountiful couple~”

Amor’s sordid snarls cooed against his Zagg’s ear between every hole-ringing, gut-stuffing, eye-wobbling buck.

The rumbled words caused a few neurons, long-kept distracted by bliss, to suddenly fire!

Of course the virile vulpine that had lent him his potency before would knock him up if he received the same treatment!

The idea, and the depraved image the fox suggested with his ravenous purr, only made Zagg more excited. His hole squeezed with all its might, desperately milking the absurd shaft and knot bouncing against the side of the couch with every thrust. Heck, for all he knew, the copious precum spreading its warmth throughout his core and overflowing from his stretch, pouring down over his own ample fox nuts on its way to join the puddle of wasted fecundity upon the floor, had already ensured a healthy litter of dire-kits had taken root in his belly!

“Fuck! You better knot me before your time is up, Master!” Zagg groaned, his eyes fluttering with need.

He had to feel those glands sink into their rightful place underneath his tail, convinced that they were the key to allow his ever more pent up vulpine-masculinity to let loose at last!

“As you wish~” Amor purred in retort, his beastly head lifting up higher to stare down at the pinned otter with a bemused smile... and ensure a better stance for his hips to hammer forward with every ounce of strength he possessed!

The otter’s claws dug deeper into his couch’s cushions, glad that he had sprung for a model solid enough to handle his dense weight which now allowed it to survive the force of an otherworldly fox stud breeding! His thick tail swung up, the limb doing its best to coil around the large fox’s flank, while his head lifted up to moan a sordid chorus of glee and euphoric worship against the kitsune’s chin.

He could feel the now-familiar trio of knot-glands slowly stretch him to make them fit, feel them stuff his stretched-pink ring wider as he was remolded to their girth, and feel his gut distend further outwards as yet more inches of cock—than any stud should have had, let alone take—nestle into place...

Before, after god knows how many minutes later, he felt the glands sink forward with one last, demanding grind between numerous thrusts with a loud, wet, PLOP~!

In an instant, the dam holding back his own orgasm collapsed, causing Zagg to scream with rapturous bliss! His hefty spheres flexed while the original they mirrored draped against them, all twenty-four inches of vulpine cock he had been gifted after his Master’s possession convulsing and pumping long, thick, pint-sized ropes of kitsune jizz onto the floor!

Every flex, every shiver, every howl of delight bouncing through the otter’s stocky body, caused his walls to clench around the fox’s shaft in turn, pleasuring the behemoth tied within his guts with the chaotic, reverberating clenches that accommodate the chaotic surge of pleasure!

After a week being stuck in the otter’s head, of tempting, teasing, and nudging the mustelid to commit depraved deed after depraved deed with only partial satisfaction felt through their connection, that desperate, milking, whole-body squeeze was more than Amor could resist. With a low, trembling growl that grew in strength with every second it spilled from his lips, the dire feral’s loins hit their peak as well~

The otter’s vision went white in an instant as the knot sunk against his prostate throbbed, making his body jolt like a puppet whose strings were being tugged. Before, just as his senses came back too, the massive, gut-bulging shaft buried within his core flexed, surging in size with the vigorous rope of cream erupting through its length, before the torrent of virility slammed deep within his walls with enough force to make his belly-fur ripple! Far too deep for all of the seed to escape from the mustelid’s rump, especially not with the dire kitsune’s flared knot sealing the path shut—leaving only a trickle of warm, potent seed to slip past and join the artwork of hot, fresh fox jizz lanced across the floor from the otter’s untouched kitsune dire-cock.

One jolt of seed followed after another, each adding to the steadily growing weight of mystically potent seed planted within Zagg’s belly. His firm belly swelled, stretched not just by the cock still pulsing, still firing within his core, but also by the vulpine cream pooling within his walls. More and more, until soon enough the otter’s hips were lifted up by the sloshing pool of jizz bloating his midsection, leaving the poor, fox-cursed supplicant looking like he was damn near ready to birth the kitsune’s kits right then and there!

And yet that still wasn’t enough to handle the beast’s fecundity!

Just as those tirelessly flexing spheres pumping him full of seed seemed to be finally reaching their limit, the otter felt a strange reflex from his core, causing him to cough, and with it, clear his throat of a mawful of vulpine cream that had flowed up from his inundated depths after failing to escape though the mother of all traffic-jams that was his rump! That one coughing sputter was soon joined by another, leaving alabaster white seed to spill forth from his maw and trickle over his chin in tandem to the flexing spheres resting against the other side of his body.

“Fuck...” Zagg groaned, all but collapsing after his and the fox’s climaxes finally tapered to a close damn near a minute later.

Any strength he had left in his body faltered, leaving him flopped against his cum-soaked and claw-torn couch. His green eyes, now sporting a few flickering embers of sapphire blue, glanced back up to the large fox he was bound to, whilst, deep within his core—perhaps because he had become so experienced with the vulpine’s virility over the week—he could feel the beastly spirit’s seed take root.

Curiously, it wasn’t an entire litter that had taken root within him, unlike all the bellies he had filled. He could only feel a single life take root within his belly, but what a nascent, spiritually infused being it was—or so Zagg could guess from his limited understanding of the fox’s mystical antics! It almost felt like the single egg he had offered to be fertilized by the kitsune’s seed was being swarmed by dozens, if not hundreds of virile vulpine swimmers and made to take them all—each time empowering the nascent kit further, and further, until it was no longer of this mortal world!

It made Zagg shift in curiosity, or at least as much as he could while tied to the feral fox’s crotch. His glazed green eyes glanced over his stocky body distorted and reshaped by the fox’s release to look over his gravid stomach... Just in time to see the fur on his belly darken, forming the first of many markings pronouncing the sylvan fox lord’s claim upon his body.

“Fuck.” The otter groaned again and flopped back onto the couch, staring up as best he could towards the fox rumbling with pride and satisfaction above him. The couch was too small for the dire kitsune to comfortably fit upon it, but for some reason as he looked up at the smug kitsune, Zagg couldn’t help but imagine the beast trying anyway with him carted along for the ride—-like a large dog that still believed it was a lap-sized puppy.

“I think I need a drink after that...” He added with a blissful sigh, waiting to be surrounded by the fox’s fluff while they waited for his tie to deflate—no doubt followed by his new Master wandering off to make some other lucky/poor sap his vessel in his place.

“Mmm. No can do, pet.” The kitsune retorted back, making the otter click his tongue at the expected retort due to his maternal condition.

But, he wasn’t quite prepared for what came next, as the monstrous vulpine’s snout nuzzled ever so sweetly over an ear and purred. “Not until you finish delivering me.”

Zagg froze once again. His green eyes, glazed with lust, suddenly sharpened with the revelation. His jaw went slack as a flicker of emotions—confusion and pride chief amongst them—washed across his features. “W-what...?”

The fox’s familiar, bellowing laugh greeted his ears, now delivered in person rather than just from within his mind. “What better vessel to inhabit than one grown for the purpose? Sure, it's not as convenient as taking a grown body... But it has its charms.

“Such as me getting to call you ‘Mother’ if I really want to make you blush~” Amor spoke with a teasing, crooked smirk across his black lips.

“I look forward to seeing how you grow with me over the rest of the year~ And what sort of antics I’ll be getting up into your world thereafter~

“Don’t worry, though... I’ll be sure to manifest through my idol plenty in the meanwhile, so you won’t have to go without indulging your desire to worship and submit, ‘Mother Dearest~’”

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