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Arrc huffed as he pressed his face against his Master’s nuts. The golden jackal’s lips blindly groped over the anthropomorphic kitsuné’s hefty, fecund spheres, suckling the spunk-inundated hairs for their delectable, and oh so addictive, cream. Every scrap of ambrosia that fell across his tongue was a delight, manna delivered from the heaven that was the sylvan fox’s oh so generous and productive loins.

Mere inches away from where the jackal dutifully worshiped, a fertile cunt was bouncing upon the spire standing proudly above those spheres, its lips clapping itself against the fox’s knot. Whilst yet more well-bred sluts lay in a haphazard pile around the true lord of the Archmage’s tower.

Just another evening orgy ritual with the sylvan fox Amor at its center.

The last few years had been quite productive for Tel Verath’s youngest ever Archmage. After his ‘fortunate’ encounter with the five-tailed kitsuné that left Arrc as the fox’s Familiar, the mana jackal had become a rising star in the city’s magic community.

The old, dusty mages that the former young firebrand had butted heads with now invited him to symposiums to discuss his insights into magical theory. Young wanna-be mages admired him and wished to attain the same level of prodigious accomplishment he had achieved. Even young jackal lasses fluttered their eyelashes sweetly at his handsome figure whenever he walked passed, chasing his fame and good looks.

Of course, with influence, acclaim, and fame... came acolytes. Young collegiates of Tel Verath’s Magical College, exchanging their assistance with Arrc’s ‘research projects’ for his guidance and sponsorship.

Considering how much of Arrc’s ‘study’ came from kneeling between his mystical vulpine lord’s knees, it wasn’t long before those same research assistants ended up joining him in his Lord’s beguiling sway.

The Archmage didn’t shy away from that fact. The arrangement hadn’t come about by chance. It wasn’t something that all parties involved stumbled into. He had purposefully guided things this way, selecting the most magically gifted, talented, and, of course, pretty applicants so that they could join him in the fox’s service!

Part of why Arrc did it was because he thought his Master Amoren deserved it; deserved an entire harem of handsome and pretty mages fawning for his doting attention.

Another part was because he trusted his Master fully. The sylvan fox wanted what was best for his pets, and more importantly, knew what was best for them. Thus, it was a blessing to his acolytes to give them the same support and care he received from the fox. Well, that, and the fact that the mind-numbing sex from the frivolous fae also wouldn’t be bad for them~

Some of his acolytes, like a pretty brown-furred bunny illusionist with mystical antlers, were taking their time to get there, lingering out on the periphery of the jackal’s Circle of Acolytes turned harem for the virile kitsuné. While they were not yet comfortable serving their Lord directly, they fluttered amongst the jackal’s tower and dutifully helped the others burdened with the glorious weight of the sylvan fox’s progeny within their womb.

Others, like the pretty enfield currently groaning with blissful aftershocks of his breeding, were new faces, still settling into the lust-crazed hedonism of this circle/harem. The pretty fox-hawk lay sprawled against one of the anthro fox’s muscled hips, clawed hands half-holding the tail protectively curled around them, whilst the other draped over a gravid stomach freshly bloated with seed and branded by their Lord’s mark—their feather and furred thighs parted to allow an overflowing trickle of cream to continue spilling forth from their cunt even many, many minutes after the fox’s knot had pried itself free.

Most, of course, were like the green-furred deer currently bouncing enthusiastically on his Lord’s lap, working in tandem with the kitsuné’s hips to cram the fox’s tri-lobbed knot deep into his cervine cunt with the obvious intent to dump the Lord’s seed right into the acolyte’s womb. They were eager, ready, and oh so willing. Although this particular servant was a bit of an odd example, being another fae creature that Arrc had bound to his service. By the chain of Familial-ownership, that swiftly brought the lesser fae underneath the kitsuné’s thrall as well—not that the deer seemed to mind considering their current depravity would result in the cervine’s second litter~

There were a few standouts amongst the acolytes, too. A certain canine alchemist with a hint of infernal heritage was already noticeably swollen with his third litter of kits, for example, and was making waves amongst the lurid Circle for just how many kits his womb could bear at once. The other acolytes had started to teasingly call him the kit mill, which never failed to get an adorable, dopey woof and a bashful blush from the handsome dog.

Regardless of which category the acolytes found themselves in, they all held eyes that glinted with blue; either as subtle speckles which hinted towards their budding sylvan corruption, to full eye-encompassing glows like the jackal and his most inner circle of vulpine worshippers.

Regardless of the numbers Arrc recruited to the fox’s thrall, Amoren always made certain to pay attention to the golden jackal. His Familiar was his favorite, the egotistical upstart he had polished into a plank of the city’s magical might.

Even now, as the cervine took the focus with his plunging thrusts upwards, one of the kitsuné’s fluffy tails remained curled around the Archmage’s back, keeping his face pushed into the fox’s musky, heavenly sack, while the pup delighted in the carnal sight that was Amoren’s cock claiming a fertile cunt from the best view possible.

A few minutes later, the fox’s latest tryst came to its end. His dull claws raked across the cervine’s abdomen, slamming the doeboy down onto his knot, and absolutely bloating the deer’s womb with potent vulpine swimmers—so much so that it couldn’t contain the tide even if it tried. Pints of mind-numbing fox spunk cascaded down from the deer’s knot-stuffed cunt, utterly drenching the golden jackal’s face and upper body with its warmth, refreshing the spunk trapped in the ball fur Arrc had spent the last half-hour dutifully cleaning.

With Arrc’s mystically attuned senses, long familiar with the potent essence bloating the deer’s fertile cavern and the spawn it sired, he could also sense the first pinpricks of new life sprouting within the cervine’s abdomen—the latest results of his ‘fae crossbreeding experiments’.

Meanwhile, the poor chimeric fox, who had just recuperated from their incognizant condition, was once again dunked into a lurid, groaning hedonistic delirium alongside the jackal and deer due to the deluge of warm, musky cream pouring into one and onto the others.

“Mmm... I still don’t see how breeding him again is going to lead to new insights, my dear pet~” Amoren’s voice rumbled as he leaned back against the throne Arrc had constructed for him. The seat was a gift that the jackal had constructed for his vulpine Master after learning he could take bipedal form—totally not to encourage the fox to take on the form more often either, nope!

“Not that I’m complaining at the opportunity to breed my ‘grand-familiar’, of course,” the fox added with a playful snicker, although it caused the fae deer tied to his crotch to give a chuffing huff and a playful bat against his chin.

“Uh... You can’t base theories on one-off cases, my Master. Replicability is the cornerstone of Magical Progress and Knowledge!” the jackal chimed back with an endearing smile... For a brief moment, before his tongue continued to lazily lap up mawfuls of fox spunk from his face and the fox’s crotch.

“Mmm. Sure. Yet half of your peers never replicate their own experiments, or if they do, they don’t confirm their initial results,” the kitsuné shot back with a disparaging scoff.

“Certainly, my dedication is just one of the many reasons you chose me to be your Familiar over those other Archmages, Master~” Arrc replied with a beaming smile, before finally settling up off of his knees so he could stand. Followed thereafter by him leaning forward to deliver a loving kiss to his ruggedly handsome Master’s nose.

“Speaking of which... duty calls. The university board needs me to review some grant applications,” the canine Archmage added with a forlorn sigh, pulling away from his Master with a small string of pup drool and fox cum briefly stretching between his cheek and Amoren’s nose.

“Mmm. That can wait, don’t you think, pet?” Amoren added with a chuff, his enthralling sapphire eyes staring past the shoulder of the fae deer and towards his retreating golden pup.

“An Archmage’s work is never done! Later, Master, I promise!” the naked canine replied with a half-weary smile. “Don’t let my absence stop you, though. Your acolytes still crave your affections and care; your silly little dog will make it up to you soon~”

With that, Arrc swiftly disappeared out of his Master’s immediate sight before the vulpine’s beguiling stare became too hard to resist—using the other horny, fox-addicted sluts swarming their owner to keep the fox from following after him.

Of course, the jackal’s gambit wouldn’t work if his Master really put his foot down. Arrc was so utterly under the fox’s sway by now that the kitsuné could project his orders into the other’s mind even at a distance—orders that the canine would have no choice but to obey, and no desire to do otherwise. Fortunately, that was a leash that the vulpine only liked to tug ‌on rare occasions, even if his current antics were definitely pushing the fox’s tolerance for disobedience.

But it wasn’t as if Arrc was meaning to shirk his duties as the fox’s pet! He really did have to work! There were so many things to wrangle, so many personalities to flatter and play against one another, and so much politicking to do... Ugh, who knew being an Archmage would make him so busy!? He would have remained a graduate if he had known this would be his future!

Heck, he could just have gotten stolen and lived at his Master’s court! But nooooo, he just had to become an Archmage instead! Now, instead of spending his days as a pretty, thoughtless, blissful pet, he had a desk absolutely swarmed with paperwork!

The naked golden jackal slumped into his chair with a sigh; his blue-glinting eyes stared incredulously at the literal mountain of paperwork ahead of him.

Much like the Acolytes, the pup was dressed only ‌in the collar his Lord had given him—a fancy, enchanted purple collar emblazoned with gemstones, sitting on top of the contract seal for his Familiar-pact with the fox. Other than his collar, Arrc was still slathered in his Master’s cum. The lingering warmth and scent of the virile ambrosia did wonders to help soothe his stress, even if he had to take pains not to let it drip on the documents he was working on.

But, whilst he certainly looked like all the other brood toys in the harem he had made for his Lord, there was a key difference... The kitsuné’s kits weren’t currently growing in his womb.

He had delivered his last litter over a month ago, but he had been so utterly swamped with work since then that he hadn’t had the time to enjoy his Master’s ‘company’, and in the few instances he did have like this afternoon, he spent stubbornly supporting his Acolytes opportunities for indulgence over his own.

After all, he was a kind and magnanimous Archmage with his Master’s affections! He didn’t want to hog the kitsuné all to himself... He’d feel too guilty if his Master played favorites with him!

Even if that left the golden spell dog huffing plaintively as a hint of envy simmered within his heart.

“Arrc,” Arrc’s attention was snapped away from his paperwork by Amoren’s familiar voice barking out from just behind him, reverberating with a tone that made it clear his Master wasn’t going to be waved off again.

“Master?! How, how did you get untied so fast—” the jackal swiveled about with a sheepish blush—his mind busily trying to figure out a new way to navigate the tricky labyrinth that was his hedonistic Lord’s wishes, his own desires, and the responsibilities that were collecting upon his desk.

Only for Arrc’s continued protests to freeze within his throat when he saw the familiar, five-tailed kitsuné’s body with no hints of the frantic breeding session he himself was still coated from!

The towering fox loomed over him, his hands resting against the back of the jackal’s seat. His tails flicked behind him in long, agitated flicks which caused the shadows of the room to writhe and roll in tandem to their motions. But, most impressive of all, was that stately, ruler-defying, womb-stretching monster of a cock hanging between his lips—glistening with a layer of freshly drooled spunk in place of the near centimeter-thick lather worked up by the orgiastic ritual.

“I have many tricks, some of which you’re still learning, remember Pet~?” the kitsuné answered the canine’s question with a playful snicker, before one of the hands he had so casually rested against the jackal’s seat reached up and brushed a dull claw across his pet’s chin.

“But that’s not the point. The point is, it's time for you to take a break. You’ve been working too hard. Between your duties to your peers, to your acolytes, and to me, you’ve not had a moment to relax. So I’m ordering you to take a sabbatical.”

Arrc’s cheeks and ears burned with a flush, whilst his heterochromatic eyes, hidden underneath the glinting blue of his Master’s will, frequently glanced down towards the shaft he oh so adored now tapping him against the side.

The idea of a sabbatical did appeal to the jackal... But not nearly as much as the true intention behind the fox’s use of that word. Nothing ever tended to be as simple as it seemed ‌on the surface with his sylvan owner, and the truth was always far more depraved than not.

“But I... If I don’t do it now, it’ll become a worse issue later... You don’t like when I procrastinate in my duties, Master...” the dog squirmed, trying to find some justification that could work—even as he secretly hoped the fox would easily tear apart his flimsy excuses so that he could be made to indulge in the kitsuné’s companionship without the weight of responsibility getting in the way.

“The issue isn’t with you being forthright, pet. The issue is you mantling too much responsibility upon your own shoulders~” the fox chuckled as the finger pressed against Arrc’s chin lured the jackal’s face forwards him, bringing the pup’s snout just shy of the fox’s own—so close that every word the kitsuné spoke sent a breath of warm air tickling the mage’s nose.

Whatever the fae fox was doing, it was far more advanced than a mirrored projection—he looked and felt real to every sense both mystical and mundane that Tel Verath’s brightest sorcerer possessed.

“More specifically, the issue is with your lack of delegation,” the vulpine continued. “You have an entire Circle of Acolytes that you hardly put to any academic duties besides the occasional depraved breeding experiment—your playful paltry excuses for wanting to see more of your Master’s cute kits be born. Put them to work in helping you with this busy work between their duties with me.”

“I... I can’t just take advantage of your playthings—I mean, I can’t just take advantage of my Acolytes like that...” the golden dog squeaked.

Arrc wished he could look away, but the finger lightly rubbing over his jawline was like a magnet to his head, and the alluring blue glow of the fox’s eyes staring from above him an even more irresistible beacon.

“It would hardly be taking advantage,” the vulpine purred sweetly, his fingers slipping down along the jackal’s jaw to curl possessively around the collar he had gifted the pup instead. “You already have that deer eager to serve as your butler around the tower—at least when he’s not too heavy with my children to perform his duties, after all.”

“T-That’s different...” the beguiled Archmage coughed.

“Hardly. Besides, handling the frivolous affairs of the tower, most of the stacks of paper on your desk there being very withstanding, wouldn’t be a bad thing for your Acolytes. Not only would it be their payment to you for the opportunities your mentorship provides, it also gives them experience in navigating the bureaucracy of magical academia, as well as giving them the opportunity to rub elbows with their peers in other circles and build relationships they can utilize during their own research.

“So, really, you’re only harming their futures by being so obstinate, my dear pet~” Amor finalized his statement with a sultry murmur to his jackal vixen’s ear.

“...C-Couldn’t you just use your silver tongue to convince me to throw away my Archmage title instead of this?” the jackal whimpered. How dare his Master’s occasional wholesomeness be directed in this direction!

“Perhaps... But only after you’re bored with being an Archmage amongst your own kind, not before.” the fox rumbled, before continuing as his unflinching gaze remained boring into the canine’s sight.

“I’m not taking no for an answer, either... You’re going on sabbatical, for at least a few weeks, perhaps even a few months. However long it takes for the bright, eager smile I so adore to reappear on your lips~ In that time, myself, your familiar, and your Acolytes will manage the affairs of the tower in your place.

“I’ll even promise not to twist half of Tel Verath into one giant fox cult harem dedicated to me. After all, I wouldn’t dare to twist your home city to such an extent without your presence to appreciate it~” the vulpine fae-lord added with another snicker.

“I’d be very cross with you if you did do something like that without me—hey, wait, I mean I haven’t agreed to this—!” the pup squeaked.

“My silly little Archmage, what makes you think you get a say in it at all?” Amoren chuckled in an oh so familiar way.

Soon thereafter, the jackal mage felt the familiar weight of his Master’s will pressing down upon his psyche. The force was subtle for now, like a light pressure applied to a leash that was wrapped around his thoughts instead of his neck, nudging Arrc’s thoughts in the right direction without forcing them.

More than enough to make the pup silence his protests against the five-tailed fox’s dictates, his shining blue-eyed gaze glancing down to demonstrate his deference and submission to his owner without him having to speak.

“Besides, I’ve put together quite a... relaxing... vacation for you to enjoy...” the fae fox added with a teasing murmur. Before, with a tug from his finger against the canine’s collar, he pulled the jackal from his seat.

Only to drop the jackal a moment later, and with the weight of his willpower pressing down upon the mage’s psyche to guide him, forced the pup back onto his knees in front of his favorite cock.

“W-wasn’t I just in this position, Master?” Arrc squirmed. But, even as he complained, his tail lifted high out of instinct, wafting the aroma of vulpine fertility from his eager vixen cunt for his Master’s delight.

Despite his complaints, the pup certainly didn’t mind once more kneeling before the cock that had broken him. While the position was similar, the situation was quite different. Most notably, he and his owner were alone within his private study, rather than in the middle of the Acolytes. His Master’s attention, or at least the attention of his manifestation of him, was entirely focused upon him and him alone.

The privacy of his own study likewise made it easier for the jackal to surrender to the fox’s whims, freed of the gaze of his Acolytes making him think he had to live up to their expectations.

Damn fox, his own stubborn attempt to escape backfired on him!

“Shush. You only got to appreciate my balls last time. I want to feel your lips service my tool proper now, pet~” Amoren retorted, the clawed grip that had yanked the mage by his collar now sliding up to grasp the pup by the scalp.

The fox didn’t need more than a faint press to get the jackal moving, and even that was almost entirely for show. As soon as his Master’s intentions brushed across Arrc’s mind, the jackal pressed his face against the warm, musky spire that had planted his many, many children within his womb—no more hint of complaint upon his lips or within his body as he obeyed the fox’s desire.

His enthralled mind, meanwhile, wove its own excuses for why he should take a small break, at least. It had been a bit since he got to prove to his Master just how much he adored him, after all...

It wouldn’t be too bad to procrastinate for at least one night and enjoy time alone with the fox again... The papers would be there waiting for him come ‌morning.

Or maybe he could let the Acolytes take on some of the more bureaucratic tasks—

Hey, that wasn’t his own thought! Bad Master—mmmph!?

The mental protest didn’t get the opportunity to fully form before his Lord’s grip pushed his head forward, coinciding with the jackal’s lips opening as if on their own to swallow the impressive vulpine rod.

In one fell swoop, the well-trained pleasure-jackal was forced to swallow almost the entirety of the fox’s dick. The tapered tip dripping with addictive juices plunged into the canine’s familiar throat, bulging his neck around the length’s obscene girth, whilst his lips pressed against the tri-lobe glands at the shaft’s base with a kiss—the glands that he so adored, and his fox cunt had been molded to accommodate.

His Master was definitely punishing him for his disobedience by being so forceful...

Not that the canine could fault the fox. He had been a naughty puppy, lost in his head and troublesome thoughts so much.

That was his problem, thinking.

Who needed it? Thoughts were overrated. He should leave all that difficult thinking business to his Master.

Silly puppy. Such a silly puppy... Thinking was for foxes, not jackals.

The familiar mantra of empty-headed subservience rippled across Arrc’s psyche as he swallowed every warm, addictive droplet of fox spunk delivered to his greedy gullet. His lips lingered against the fox’s knot for a few seconds, just milking the shaft for its enthralling concoction, before finally his duty compelled his maw to roll back—bobbing up and down along the absurd shaft. Despite the sheer girth shoved into his throat, stretching his golden furred neck around its size, Arrc continued to slam his maw along the length with almost no resistance, and certainly no hesitation.

Master had trained him well, even before they had returned to Tel Verath together.

“There, that’s better... No speaking back, no thinking back... Just trusting and accepting in your Master’s wisdom, like a good puppy should... Don’t you agree~?” Amor’s words rumbled from his throat, staring down at his branded, sapphire-eyed familiar with lascivious desire.

Arrc nodded, not with a tilt of his neck considering his throat was wrapped around the fox’s dick, but instead with a firm, desperate cram of his maw up and down along the fox’s shaft. All the while, his dazzled, listless blue eyes stared up into the fox’s enthralling gaze without a hint of resistance.

The jackal’s mind surrendered entirely to the pleasure that came with subservience again... But not before his mind dared to consider one last thought of compromise to the kitsuné’s greater desire.

He could take at least one night off to be his Master’s puppy... He could make up the workload come the morning...

As if to punish him for that final, fading thought, that shaft he so adored pried itself out of his gullet. The glossy red spire slipped free from his maw, leaving behind long, sticky strands of fox spunk and jackal drool hanging from the golden canine’s lips.

His pet was in no position to protest, only barely cognizant of his retreat to give a simple, pleading whine, and nothing more. The pups’ snout leaned forward, pressing his nose along the slick, throat-slop lacquered shaft’s underside, his tongue mindlessly flicking forward in desperate hunger for the addictive ambrosia drooling down along the girth.

“Raise your head, pup~ I’ve got a present for you... Something pretty for you to wear during your month-long sabbatical~”

The enthralled and musk-drunk jackal did as he was told without reservation or delay. Without his thoughts, there was nothing impeding the obedience ingrained upon the jackal’s very soul over his long years of subservience to the fox. Not just blind obedience, either, but complete, total, and earnest obedience... At least when the jackal wasn’t in his huffy moments.

The jackal’s chin rose, presenting his neck and the collar wrapped around it for the fox’s desire.

Amoren’s hand reached down, coming to a rest just in front of the enchanted leather strap while keeping his shaft balanced upon the jackal’s nose... then snapped his fingers.

If Arrc’s mind hadn’t been made to slumber beneath the scintillating blue hue glowing within his own eyes, the rush of magic that simple gesture unleashed might have spawned another three novel thesis.

Instead, all the pup did was continue staring forward and upward, his only thoughts to lap along his Master’s cock, to breathe deep of his Master’s musk—-worshipping only with his face and maw as his hands remained obediently pressed to the ground like a good dog.

All the while, something warm and insulating spread from the collar, pressing tight against his fur as it grew up and down along his neck. But the beguiled pup didn’t pay it any mind, his attention entirely dedicated towards the fox and his pleasure.

“I’ve been rooting around in your dreams for quite a while now, my little Familiar... Peeking on all those needy, depraved fantasies you haven’t yet asked me to indulge...” the fox explained with a purr, even though there was nobody home between the jackal’s ears to understand his words.

The kitsuné’s black lips twisted into a smile as his bright blue eyes glanced down from the pup’s musk-coated face, and towards the gift he had activated. A layer of corporeal shadow was spreading out from the jackal’s collar, concealing his lovely gold and tan fur beneath a layer of shiny black material.

“I’m quite happy to say that, at least for this particular fantasy, I can make your dream come true~”

The kitsuné’s hand shifted its hold against the jackal’s scalp, shifting away from the back of his cranium and towards the side of the empty-headed mage’s skull. Arrc could only whimper again, but obediently followed the shift in position, resting the other side of his head against the fox’s heavy, virile spheres he had just had the honor of worshipping. Which left the fat crimson slab of vulpine cock he so eagerly wished to get his lips upon draped over his head.

“I was going to make it a gift for later, but since you’ve had to force my hand... I might as well make it your uniform for your vacation, my little vixen~” the kitsuné rumbled possessively as he watched the shadows spread further over his toy’s body.

Either by innate design or the kitsuné’s guiding will, the shadows spread faster along the pup’s torso than they did his head, deliberately leaving the jackal’s vacant blue-eyed stare to look up past the kitsuné’s crotch, while his chest became concealed by the tenebrous material.

The shiny black substance swept down over his shoulders, moving like an animate liquid. Even if Arrc had the free will to lift his hands from the ground, they would struggle to do so with the tight, insulating layer squeezing down around his shoulders—holding them prisoner as the shadows, much like the jackal’s neurons, danced to the kitsuné’s will, rather than their wearer’s/owner’s.

His shiny black suit continued to flow down along the golden pup’s arms, overtaking his elbows, then his wrists, until the mystical material had covered the entirety of the limbs. But, unlike his arms where the physical shadows squeezed down to a nearly skin-tight layer, the glossy substance overtaking his hands bulked out further—trapping the pup’s fingers and thumbs in place as they were held prisoner within a pair of developing paw-mitts!

All the while, the shadows continued to creep down his back, stretching across his spine before washing over the jackal’s rear. The fox-toy’s fluffy tail twitched as the latex-like shadows sunk between his cheeks, pressing demandingly into his well-used tail star. The walls beyond his spread pucker quivered as the advancing shadows widened behind the ring, forming a perpetual plug that would keep the vixen nice and prepared for his Master’s use at a moment’s notice.

The ever-advancing gunk further oozed along his wagging tail, insulating the fluffy limb within a thick layer of goop. So much so that by the time the limb had been devoured like his arms, it left his tail looking far longer and ‘fluffier’, mirroring the design of the amused, twitching tails flicking from his Master’s back.

It was only as the forming suit of animated-shadows crept over the jackal’s hips and over his cunt, and advanced up to the edges of the vacant-staring dog’s jaw, that the kitsuné moved again. His hips rolled back, dragging his broad tool along the side of the jackal’s head, until the tapered point slipped down over his scalp and caught itself against the canine’s ear.

“Now, to make sure you take the full month off, my dear Familiar... We can’t have your mind resurfacing after just a few days like normal~” Amor murmured as his grip tightened against the jackal’s head.

Arrc’s slumbering will tensed as he felt the warm spire’s start nestle against the entrance to his cranium, while the precum pooling against his ear canal made him shiver in depraved excitement. His back flexed beneath the constricting black coat, but that was the extent of the jackal’s resistance before his Master’s first, firm thrust fucked any possibility of resistance, subconscious or not, out of his head for the foreseeable future~

A shudder washed across the jackal slut’s face as the familiar, warm point of his Master’s cock pressed into his ear-canal, impossibly stretching the passage that was never meant for something so thick or turgid around its lurid flesh.

Before, with another flex from the kitsuné’s hips, any lingering tension within the jackal’s face bled away as the shaft’s point invaded his skull proper. The half-suited canine’s tongue lolled forward as his maw panted with desperate, unchecked need. The blue glow within his eyes blazed, causing the orbs to radiate with a brighter, euphoric glint—flaring with every roll of the fox’s crotch slamming his cock into the pup’s ear.

Amor raked his dull claws against the far side of the jackal’s scalp, holding the tamed Archmage’s head still even as his hips bludgeoned his knot against the makeshift entrance. Each pistoning press of the kitsuné’s dick re-wove the jackal’s neurons in its wake, sweeping away the clutter of thoughts and knowledge that got in the way of servicing the fox like a broom chasing out dust.

The euphoric crashes into the depths of the jackal’s consciousness sent an equally enthusiastic shudder erupting through the listless mage’s body, paired with a euphoric, whimpering whine which rolled from his open maw—joining the lurid wet slap of a fox knot doing its best to cram into the jackal’s already over-stuffed ear. Yet, like everything else the fox used as a pleasure sleeve, somehow he fit just fine~

“Mmm... See, don’t you think this is a far better use for that mind of yours~?” Amor purred while licking his chops.

His hips continued to snap forward while his arm flexed, making the ever-more spunk-coated jackal’s head sway sideways along the advancing shaft.

“I can feel every thought and memory being snapped apart by my cock, pet~ You must be so happy to know those useless thoughts have finally found a useful purpose~”

Arrc could only whine with need, his gaze growing increasingly directionless, increasingly euphoric, with every wet, squelching buck into his skull. His hands—his paws—flexed against the ground to brace against the thrust knocking him sideways, moved not by his own reflex, but by the contraction of the suit he was wearing—or rather, that was wearing him.

All the while, the shadows continued to creep across his body, growing faster the more his thoughts were obliterated by vulpine cock. Black ooze crept around his open maw, slipping between his lips to spread and grow like the gunk in his tail hole—this time forming a ring gag which ensured the drone’s mouth was always open. More ooze spread along his inner maw, covering his fangs to ensure a layer of soft shadow covered them so they could not brush against whatever dick used his maw. The shadows didn’t stop there, however, building further along his snout like they had on his tail, making a faux snout that made the canine’s snout look longer, sleeker, foxier.

Although, as the kitsuné’s hips continued to hammer into his ear, even the ring gag and longer snout couldn’t stop the mage’s tongue from lolling out, swinging from his gag like an inviting carpet—the tender red muscle soon lathered in its own drool, now glowing a gentle azure which matched the burning beam from his eyes.

The shadows spreading between Arrc’s thighs advanced, forcing his thighs further apart—adjusting the canine’s faltering stance as the growing suit moved his body in his screwed brain’s place. His tender cunt lips, reeking like a vixen in heat and taunting his Master’s nose, were soon covered as well—his labia sealed away behind luminescent, azure shadows, whilst deeper ooze tormented and teased his reproductive tract to keep the toy constantly wet and ready for his Lord’s cock.

Meanwhile, just above his snug pair of lips, the glossy, latex-like coat finished covering his torso in its entirety—the brand upon his abdomen appearing upon his new glossy black belly as a glowing blue brand right above the original.

The toy was running out of golden fur not locked behind his anonymity-rendering exterior as the shadows extended down his legs and up along his face. The tenebrous suit took its sweet time to advance along the side of his head being used as an onahole for his Master, the other side quickly obscured as the shadows slithered beneath the fox’s groping hand.

The toy’s free ear twitched as shadows spread across them, once again extending the organ in a faux foxy-eared shape, leaving only the uncovered side of his head evidence that he was a jackal instead of a fox-shaped-toy for his owner’s pleasure.

Even that bit of free space fur was gradually disappearing as the shadows grew more confident approaching their Master’s work. Inky dark tendrils crept along the pup’s scalp, spreading along his pinned ear to make it just as long and pointy as it had his free ear, swept along his face to hide the mage’s eyes behind a visor-like lens—reflecting the same bright blue light of the fox’s eyes so that the breeding toy’s gaze would be constantly within the fox’s influence.

But, as the kitsuné’s shadows finished their work, the fox’s masturbatory-pleasure with his new drone’s ear was just reaching its fever pitch.

Both of his hands grasped a hold of the vixen-suit-equipped jackal, slamming the side of the vacationing Archmage’s head against his crotch like his skull was nothing more than a sleeve for the kitsuné’s pleasure! Each firm, overpowering thrust and yank crammed his knot against the shadow-clad ear once more, and made the jackal’s eyes, hidden behind his new visor, roll within their sockets.

Yet still the thoroughly brain-fucked pup didn’t react beyond his listless whimpers and euphoric whines. His mind was reduced to nothing more than a slurry of precum swishing about within his skull from every jolting yank and slam from the fox’s hands and hips!

With so much fox spunk swirling about between his ears, it was inevitable that some would be squeezed loose with each plunging thrust. A steady trickle of musky ambrosia spilled out from his violated ear’s entrance, sticking to the glossy shadow suit’s surface as it flowed down his cheek and towards his jaw. Soon joined by small strings and bridges of kitsuné cream which stretched between the mindless vixen’s head and the balls the juices had boiled up from.

If Amor continued as he had for the last few minutes, his climax would have been an eventual inevitability, a result of a good few minutes of masturbation... But the firm slaps of his fat knot against the comparatively undersized ear hole made it clear that the fox would not be satisfied with half-measures. He wasn’t going to stop until he had stuffed his fat, tri-lobed knot behind this entrance just like he had all the others!

Not that the shiny black ‘vixen’ could, or even would, complain—staring blissfully forward as every thought-whisking slam of fox dick into his skull triggered a spasm through his body, the result of each thrust briefly connecting then severing the control panel for his body. But, with the demolished state of the jackal’s mind, each fleeting connection did little more than add another jolt of pleasure on top of the hundreds of others already bouncing through his empty skull~

With the force the fox used, and with the mana jackal’s body long since adjusted to serving as his vulpine Master’s breeding toy—albeit not in the current form—it was only a matter of time before the kitsuné’s knot barged right in. A few minutes after the vixen toy’s last thought had been snapped into euphoric bliss, the fox did just that—slamming the side of the indisposed toy against his crotch, whilst his thighs flexed to grind his half-buried knot into the entrance.

Until...

PLOP~!

With another euphoric spasm through the shiny vixen drone’s being, those throbbing glands nestled in at last~

Every last inch of the fox’s absurd prick pulsed within the canine’s comically undersized in comparison head, making the pup’s eyes chaotically spiral behind his anonymity-granting visor. What little capability for consciousness the drone had left was dedicated to experiencing and recording the pleasure it was feeling so that he could appreciate it when his mind was returned, immortalizing within his mind the sensation of his Master’s knot glands throbbing behind his ear, waiting for the euphoria that was to come...

A moment later, ‌the mindless toy’s unthought wishes for his Master’s seed came true as Amoren’s giant cantaloupes for balls clenched against his cheek! Thick, virile ropes of fox spunk surged through the shaft buried in the jackal’s head. The torrent of white cream splattered against the inside of his all but vacant skull, swiftly flooding the toy’s cranium with virile vulpine spunk to replace the pup’s brain for the next month.

The first torrential blast was more than enough to ensure the kitsuné’s drone was properly ‘programmed’; as evidenced by a steady trickle of pure vulpine virility dribbling free from the toy’s unfucked ear hole from just one throb of the fox’s nuts. But that didn’t stop the five-tailed fae’s spheres from unloading another rope, then another, into the cramped headspace, just to make sure~

The vixen drone’s free ear erupted with overflowing fox cum from the second shot alone, the orifice turned into a living geyser as cream entered into one ear through his Master’s throbbing shaft, then splurted out the other—making an utter mess of the archmage’s private office.

By the third clench of the vulpine’s balls, not even the free hole could keep up with the sheer quantity of seed being dumped between the pup’s ears—causing a small waterfall of cream to backwash around the knot throbbing madly against the jackal’s inner ear, joining the growing lurid lake of fox jizz around the kneeling black and blue drone’s knees in a trickling flow.

Only after Amor’s climax had run its course damn near a minute after the first throb did the kitsuné wrench his prick free, using one hand to pry the shiny black drone back, whilst his hips pulled to free his swollen knot with another lurid wet plop!

Immediately followed by a tumbling torrent of pressurized cum gushing out of the unplugged aural hole, ensuring his left side was just as drenched as right with fox spunk... as well as his owner’s crotch and legs.

Yet, throughout it all, the empty-headed Archmage stared forward. Not a single thought or desire of his own was left, save for the directionless pleasure, and all consuming sense of subservience and happiness he felt~

“Mmm... There we go, that should be a nice and relaxing state to leave you in for the next month~” Amor growled, casually brushing aside the jackal’s mountain of paperwork with his tails as he sat upon the pup’s desk.

No sooner had he done so than the fox conjured a leash to his drone’s collar, tugging the vixen toy forward so that its permanently ring-gagged maw could be put to work cleaning his spunk-slathered cock.

Fortunately, unlike a typical cocksleeve, the fox didn’t need to direct his toy from there. Between the spunk swishing within the jackal’s cranium, and the vixen suit moving his body for him, the mage taking a vacation from his very mind obediently moved to pleasure his owner. The pup’s shiny black fox snout dutifully swallowed his Master’s cock, mechanically pumping his throat and maw along the entire length until his faux-snout bounced against the kitsuné’s half-swollen knot—leaving the addictive ambrosia to continue freely pouring out from his ears with every bobbing roll of his head.

“Don’t worry, I’ve made sure that you’ll remember everything that happens to you over this next month. That way, when I restore your mind, you can enjoy everything we get up too~ And I’ll make sure your cunt’s squeezing my knot just as I do so—I wouldn’t miss feeling that orgasm spasm for the world~” the five-tailed fox added with a snarling chuckle, before leaning back against the desk as he mused how to satisfy his drone’s achingly unattended heat.

It would be rude to leave his pleasure toy wanting a litter for an extra month, after all~!

Halfway through his musings, a knock came from the door, followed by one of the jackal’s many apprentices peeking his head into the office.

Naturally, this ‘apprentice’ was just as naked as the rest from the orgy. His belly was also noticeably swollen with fox kits a few months along the way, the parentage declared by Amor’s familiar brand crowning his gravid abdomen.

“Excuse me, Archmag—Oh! Master! I didn’t mean to disturb you,” one of the senior students of the jackal’s alma mater apologized.

He turned his gaze down out of respect, but the acolyte’s eyes couldn’t help but jealously stare towards the vixen drone mindlessly worshipping their Lord’s shaft all to itself.

“I was looking for Archmage Klieswell, I have some documents from the...”

“He’s gone on a mandatory vacation for the next month,” the sylvan fox murmured, not bothering to have the ‘fox’ kneeling between his legs stop as he motioned the apprentice to place the stack of documents on the table.

“The Archmage’s Familiar and I will be organizing some of you graduates to handle the day to day bureaucracy of the tower in his absence. I take it that won’t be a problem?”

“Of course! I’m happy to hear that he’s getting the rest and relaxation he deserves!” the apprentice answered with an eager wag of a tail, a result of the the virile scent in the air, the idea he might get some more responsibility to prove himself... and perhaps the idle hope that with the fox’s favorite toy elsewhere, he might get some more time with their true, oh so enthralling, owner.

“May I ask, Master... Who is that between your legs? I don’t recognize them,” the pregnant acolyte added with a hint of curiosity, looking over the featureless black and blue-highlights of the mindlessly worshipping drone.

“Don’t you mean what is that~?” the fox answered with a snicker, before slamming the anonymous jackal slut’s face right into his crotch as he did so. “Don’t you worry about it... Just one of mine and the Archmage’s latest projects going through some experimental testing. Perhaps you’ll get to have a go at it yourself if you’re fortunate~”