Fighting Wolf, Spirit Fox

It was a silent summer morning at the mountains of Japan, as the sun blazed through the clouds and flashed over the plains, forests and trails with his mighty beams. A dark grey-white furred tall, muscled werewolf, walked through the forest. His name was Shiro, he had long black hair, reddish eyes, dark grey fur over her body, except his tail, the lower side of his nose and the tip of his big pointy tail, also he was 6 feet tall, wearing a nice strap of leather on his chest which hanged the sheath of his blade, while his wrists held some hand made wristbands made of black entwined leather and his chest and hips were covered by a sleeveless shirt and greaves made out of single pieces of dirty iron, while his buffed up legs needed no protection thanks to his thick sharp nailed under paws. He walked over the dusty trail, full of dirt, as he looked forward, crossing the plains and forests to reach the next village. Shiro was a mercenary itself, found by bounty hunters because of his wolf condition, as the fighting race of the wolves, which he defended proudly, was really low after the attack his home village suffered years ago, before he was an adult male. The only thing he could do to survive, was offering his inborn fighting skills for money and defend himself from any threat that could make him cause his possible death.

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Meanwhile, on the deep woods, there was a camp, with their tents, holding a gang of bandits which their only life was stealing and slaying anyone who resisted their offer of being looted by them. They were different condition furs, but with similar clothes and a tattoo on their right arm, shaped like a dragon. Their robes were simple shirts, with red jackets, folded thin green trousers and light shoes, as their folded a handkerchief on their head. They had several tents for sleeping, but also a special, bigger tent, where they kept their loot, even a young female fox as a prisoner. The vixen girl was tied to a pole on the ground, with a metal chain tied up her ankle, so she couldn’t escape. Her name was Kiowa, she was an adult recently, and her fur was light blue, except the tips of her body, which were black and purple, and the purple fur she had beneath her red ruby big eyes, among her green grassy like short hair. She had a long, white tunic, that showed the chest fur between her neck and her breasts, covered tightly, while her arms were covered with wide long sleeves, decorated with a blue sash that covered her belly, as her legs had wooden sandals. Before she was held captive, Kiowa used to be a spirit fox priestess, a young but gifted one, with her capacities to heal wounds. But, her powers made her sisters of the temple isolate her from the outside world, as she was too important for their temple, and if she left the temple, they would have serious problems. Even so, this made Kiowa’s curiosity raise and made her smart enough to escape from her temple at a full moon night. She thought she was free the moment she escaped, but after an hour walking on the forest, she got lost and was sourrounded by the bandit gang that now she belonged to as a treasure more of their raided loot.

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Kiowa was harshly taught and trained to be one of the most powerful shinto priestesses, as their race, the sprit foxes, were just a remaining rest of stories and fables, saying their bones and tails had incredible healing powers, something her captors didn’t know about, but they knew she could be a nice slave on the market. During her hard training, Kiowa was forced to think males were evil, and that their main objective was making females like her their servants and mother of their puppies, so she never trusted on males, and less the bandits who captured and chained her. The only thing she could do was trying to nibble the chain tied to her ankle, but all her efforts weren’t worth it.

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Shiro kept walking the trail through the forest, ignorant of the bandit camp nearby, as he looked forward to his next destination and get a job to give his life some sense. He remembered the hard training days under his new lord, when he was a slave, and how his will to fight not only made him strong, but also berserk and unstoppable, as the memories of his raided village gave him pain and endless rage. He had a humble smile, something most people would see from outside, on his big, thick, lightly scarred body, but the truth was that all those people wouldn’t look him from the inside, a damaged, furious, vicious beast that was trying to ease his thirst of revenge for the man that planned the destruction of his home. He remembered everything…

It was a normal day on a village between the green inner mountains, where the narrow ways made of dirt headed to a little prosperous village, made of small square bamboo made houses. A young Shiro ran through the alleys of the village, jumping the carts, jars and obstacles he found as the people of the place looked at him, recognizing it was him due to his big vitality, as he laughed while crossing the village, getting fun after his hard sword training. His father, Takeru, used to be the leader of the village: A big grey furred wolf that lived on the biggest hut on the middle of the village and who was known for his strength and bravery. Shiro stopped running, after reaching home, drifting his legs as a screeching sound was made, sliding the door to a side and shouting inside the hall â€I’m here!â€.

The people who were on the hall, waiting for advise of the village chief, looked to the entrance shocked, until they noticed that was Shiro, then they sighed in relief. Shiro comically set his paws over his mouth, ashamed, bowing and saying â€Sorryâ€, then he leaped inside, walking through his house’s corridors, trying to find his mother.

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Shiro ran and tripped through the long passages, until he found her mother, Mutsumi, making lunch. Mutsumi, as the chief’s wife, was the prettiest woman in the village, a white snow furred blue eye female wolf, but also, he felt in love with Takeru long time ago, since he was brave and fearless. She grinned while Shiro’s steps called her attention, looking to the door when he arrived, so she said â€Did you have a nice training, son?†Shiro nodded happily â€Yes, mum! What’s for lunch?†Mutsumi smiled as she already served the rice for the three they were. Shiro smiled happily, grabbing the bowl and the chopsticks, and soon he started to eat the rice quickly. Mutsumi smiled as a minute later, Takeru walked into the room where they where, watching how happy his wife and son were. As the lunch came by, a tapping sound that was stronger every second could be heard on the room, then a village guard came in, panting and saying like if his heart was about to blow â€Chief! We are under attack! Mercenaries disguised as merchants are attacking the village!!!†Takeru stood up, screaming â€What!? We must protect the main house! Secure the villagers, we can’t let them get the Moon blade!!â€.

The Moon Blade was the city’s most precious treasure, a sword made by the gods, was given under Takeru’s family generation by generation and that only the purest and bravest heart in the world could wield it. Even the sword needed that as a price, lots of war chiefs, emperors and landowners who heard about the legend of the Moon Blade wanted to achieve such powerful weapon… only, if they could surpass the village’s warrior’s strength and pride.

Shiro was confused, as Mutsumi trembled in fear and hugged Shiro tightly, for the first time in life, someone could pass the traitorous mountain trail and cross the guards of the village in a breeze. The bandits rushed into the village, putting fire on some of the houses and stealing anything valuable and eatable from the shops, as a big shaped tiger stepped down from his horse, wearing a strange black armor over his yellow and white black-striped fur. The stranger walked towards to Takeru’s house, unsheathing his sword from his belt and slaying every guard on his way to the house with a single cut on each of them, making them fall like leaves from a tree. Takeru looked from the main hall of his house the dark weird warrior, showing his fierce teeth with a melancholic smile, so the wolf chief drawn his blade from the sheath of his back, splitting his legs and taking a firm pose. The tiger licked his lips in satisfaction, looking to the brave wolf without caring how strong he was, he knew he would fall like the rest of his enemies, thanks to the power of his armor, which started to expel black thick smoke from the darken metal it was made of. Takeru gritted his teeth as the tiger started to charge against him in a reckless run.

Takeru blocked his opponent in time, blocking with his blade the enemy slash, saying â€Who are you!?†The tiger smiled laughing, leaping back, pointing his blade to the wolf chief, saying â€I’m Hitori, from the North tiger clan, and I shall get the power of the Moon Blade! As demons gave me this powerâ€

Takeru realized that it wasn’t a normal opponent by then, since Hitori looked vicious and possessed. He started to move his sword with swift slitting cuts on his enemy, as the tiger walked forward blocking each hit with incredible timing, then the fight extended on the corridors of the house. Lighting speed hits rushed into the corridors, as both fighters blocked the cuts, then, Takeru and his opponent looked at each other in front of the room where Mutsumi and Shiro were still. Takeru was groaning and panting, saying to the tiger â€You won’t get the Moon Blade, you freak!â€

The wolf howled as he kicked the tiger on the chest, sending a straight strike of his blade to the enemy’s arm, which made it slice and fell with the sword grabbed tightly to it. The arm started to spew a thick, ink like fluid instead of blood. Hitori smiled as he licked his own sword, without changing his face, saying â€Calling me a freak? Is that… all what you got, filthy canine?â€

The fallen arm started to hover in the air, hanged by a small flow of the thick blood and reattaching the arm, closing the cut in seconds. The tiger smiled as he checked if his hand was ready after the almost miraculous recovery it had. The lupine warrior was shocked as he looked that magic acting on his opponent, then, in just one second, the tiger smiled and stabbed his sword on Takeru’s chest. The chief felt the cold stained metal razor crossing his heart like an arrow, until the dark devious tiger stuck out his weapon from the grey furred chest with a simple pull. Takeru fell on the ground, tainting the wooden floating floor with blood, like red wax spilt on a sheet of paper.

The feline enemy laughed loudly as he looked the so called brave and fearless wolf was slain by his sword with a simple swift stab. Takeru felt the pain as he looked upside, where his family was cornered, with frozen, almost screaming faces, breathing heavily as he felt his heart malfunctioning with the big hole it made through. His sight was fading slowly while his heart stopped suddenly, when Shiro stepped quickly over his father’s almost dead body, claiming to don’t die on him. Takeru, with his last breath, grabbed Shiro’s left arm and whispered â€Shiro… don’t… let the rage blind you… be brave and calm… like I didâ€

then Shiro started to drop tears like big drops of rain, over his father’s face, while the arm made a sudden struggle that finished in a soft hold.

Hitori, the darkened tiger, laughed as he grabbed the shocked young wolf from the neck with his left arm. The warrior apprentice had his mind gone blank, still dazed and confused with the loss of his father. The tiger screamed to the lad, groaning â€You are a worthless being, you brat! You wolves always scavenge and hunt the best food… you always fight for your survival… but now, I’ll show that the North Tiger clan has risen again!â€

then he laughed, throwing Shiro into the wooden walls of the room. Shiro hit his head on the hard wood pieces, so he fell a bit stunned, unable to move his body, but able to see what was going on. Hitori walked next to Mutsumi, Takeru’s wife, as he licked Takeru’s blood from his weapon, saying â€Now you shall rest with your male, filthy femaleâ€. Shiro opened his eyes, but he was so exhausted, he couldn’t scream, he only could hear his mind calling for his mother. The tiger flexed up his arms, dealing a fatal stab on the mother’s chest. Mutsumi gasped, as she felt the pain of her lungs being pierced by the sharp blade of the sword. Her chest was filling with blood, so she started to cough, giving her a slow, painful death. Hitori smiled as he pulled back his sword, making the wolf mother’s pain bigger. The tiger turned around as he started to walk on the corridors, finding the place where the Moon blade was held. Mutsumi, who fell on the floor, had blood falling from her lips faintly, so she started to crawl on the floor, reaching to Shiro. Between awes of agony, she grabbed a necklace from her neck, showing it to Shiro. It was Mutsumi’s most precious treasure, with a glassy tear like grey stone glittering from it. Mutsumi, smiling faintly, put the necklace on Shiro’s hands and said her last words â€Shiro… Don’t cry… my moonlight beam… Keep this with you, my son… when the time comes, you shall know what’s in the mountain covenâ€

Mutsumi showed tears of happiness, way before her body faded in the ground, face down, with her last moaning breath. Shiro, still hurt and stunned, showed tears of sadness, as he babbled â€Mum? Mum? MOTHER!!!†and after that… Shiro’s eyes faded all black.

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Hitori smiled when his minions found a box where the Moon blade was hidden. The tiger approached to the box, passing his hand on the cover and opening the long rectangle shaped container. The sword was there, shining with a heavenly light, covered in small electric bolts, as a blue gem decorated the end of the golden and green hilt of the featherweight, precious blade. He closed the box and ordered his men to return to their home place: The snowy cold lands of the NorthernMountains.

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Meanwhile, Shiro, unconscious, started to have a terrible nightmare. He was on a place where there was no ends, no horizon, where there was nothing but an intense red color and a dark light on the distance. From that blackened light, a silhouette started to flow out of it, taking the shape of a big wolf, covered in red glowing scars over his flesh. The wolf walked slowly over Shiro, growling and looking at him with a cold, vicious stare. Shiro gulped, then suddenly, the wolf grabbed him from his neck, screaming at him â€You are a shame for your family! You couldn’t protect the ones you love! You are worthless and weak!â€

The bigger, stronger illusion Shiro had in front of him started to hit him, throwing him and giving an awful sensation of pain that kept going on and on. Shiro started to feel his anger and fury to fill his mind, he was starting to develop a berserk vicious personality, as the moments he just lived scarred him inside more than his own physical appearance.

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Hours later from the sad and thrilling events that happened, Shiro opened his eyes, bending up his back quickly after waking up from the dark slumber he had, panting and sweating heavily. He saw he was in another house, with a big furnace on the center of the only room, and several swords and lances were piled on a wall. A golden orange adult fox was sitting in front of the furnace, dressed as a weapon craftsman, then his blue sky eyes turned to the right, on the young wolf. Shiro looked to the strange blacksmith, saying â€Whe…where am I?â€

The fox craftsman stood up, walking next to Shiro, saying â€My name is Kaneda… I’m the blacksmith who lives on the mountain. I found you between the debris of your village… Who could do such a thing?â€

he looked down, but then his eyes returned their sight on Shiro, so he continued â€You are Takeru’s son, aren’t you, lad? I’m sorry, I saw him… but here was something strange on his body, something not usual.†Shiro sighed as he looked to Kaneda, replying â€Where do I live now?â€

Kaneda, with a cold, serious but yet stern expression, said â€I always saw you training on the mountain while I was walking for my iron… I think you will be an excellent apprentice, lad, I can show you to make your own weaponsâ€

Shiro gasped confused, but then he started to think on the proposition, so he nodded â€Al… Alright…â€

Kaneda smiled and showed his hand to the wolf, helping him to get up. For the next years, Shiro practiced the noble arts of the sword taught by his father, while he trained his blacksmithing skills on Kaneda’s furnace. His body grew strong, until he realized he was grown up enough to leave his home and get a life as the warrior he was born to be, winning money as a freelance mercenary. The day he went for adventure, he picked his most precious things from Kaneda’s house, saying goodbye to the mentor who gave him shelter and knowledge, and walking through the dense trees to the open world, full of adventure and excitement.

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Shiro stopped his memories coming, retrieving the pendant from inside his shirt and looking at it, the last memento of her mother. He hid the pendant again and kept walking through the forest, finding a rat merchant running scared, running down from the direction he was going forward. The wolf warrior stopped the rat, asking to him â€What’s wrong, merchant?†The merchant pointed to the deepest part of the forest â€There is a bandit camp on the way of the forest… I had to paid them and they have showed their weapons, I thought I was going to die!â€

Shiro understood the situation and released the merchant, walking to the camp where he didn’t know that the beautiful Kiowa was held as a hostage there. The pretty spirit fox was still trying to escape from the simple but hard chain she had on her leg, thinking on how calm and stress free was her life back in the temple where she was trained as a master healer and priestess, just a week ago…

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The day she left the temple started like a normal day. The dawn slowly appeared, making the temple’s paper windows blight with the first sunbeams. Kiowa was curled up on the bed, wearing bandages as inner clothes to protect her intimacy. She was deeply asleep after the hard day of training she had the day before, but still, she stood up on her knees, yawning for the new day. She ruffled her eyes, grabbed her priestess kimono and tied it around her body, then she sided the door of her room to access to the main garden which was in front of her. She looked to the sides and walked through the temple’s corridors for her first meditation session of the day. She lit a candle and sit over her knees, closing her eyes and trying to leave her mind in blank. As she meditated, her mind started to work several illusions: Even if she was taught that males were filthy and evil, she slept on her meditation, dreaming of a nice, big wolf warrior, saving her from an evil giant snake demon, and living happily ever after with her. After the weird dream, she shook her head, gasping. She turned her head as she saw her mistress, lady Furai, a purple fur red tear fur spirit female fox who was under the strict orders of teaching and watching the young gifted vixen. Kiowa looked sad to her mistress, remembering how her own father was killed by bandits some years ago... her parents were very known merchants, and one day, when Kiowa was a little cub, a rainy night, their family’s carriage was ambushed by the bandits. The father refused to give their gold to the bandits, so he was killed by a lethal cut on his neck. Kiowa’s mother tried to escape, grabbing Kiowa from one of her hands and running through the dark trees of the forest. Finally, they found the temple, and so, the mother asked to the main high priestess, lady Azami, to give them shelter and protection. The sapient priestess, showing her multiple tails, covered in golden red fur, looked to the young Kiowa, interested on her. She stepped next to the girl, closed her eyes and set her hand a feet from her, spelling some gibberish which used to be the ancient language of the Kitsune. Azami opened her eyes, amused of how Kiowa was sealing an unique aura of power, so she talked to her mother saying â€You two shall stay, under one condition… Your daughter shall be trained hardly as one of our priestess. She has an incredible potentialâ€. Minami, Kiowa’s mother, nodded as she tried to guess what power the nine-tailed priestess was explaining. And so, Minami acted as a shop keeper in front of the temple, while Kiowa was separated from her and started to be prepared as a master priestess.

Kiowa stood up, while lady Furai smiled â€It’s your lecture time, miss Kiowa…â€

Kiowa bowed shyly, saying â€Yes, mistress…†and so, both vixens walked and tiptoed through the temple, to the scroll room. Kiowa was given with big, thick rolled scrolls to read, and so, she read for hours the big scrolls to learn and remember her lessons, which included themes like anatomy, morals or history. After reading, she had tea and rice for lunch, she headed for more meditation under the watch of her mistress and after the long meditation, she decided to escape that night from the temple, as she thought she couldn’t hold it anymore. She was able to heal and see the people’s soul thanks to her Shinto powers, and also thought she was ready to leave the nest that the spirit fox temple turned out to be. As dinner time arrived, the full moon raised from the east: Kiowa ate her fish and her rice quickly, sipping the stew and heading to her bedroom. Lady Furai closed the doors of Kiowa’s room and headed to her own bedroom, but she didn’t know what her young pupil was about to do.

Half an hour later, when the candles of the temple turned off, Kiowa, who was faking her sleep, stood up and opened her bedroom door, leaving a scroll as a note of goodbye. Tiptoeing over the crunchy moist wood of the temple, she managed to sneak out from the inner side and reach to the main door, where she slowly opened it and ran to the forest, with the light of the moon shining over her in a mellow glow on her white nose.

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Kiowa sighed after those memories, so she kept munching the hard chain with her teeth. Eventually, Shiro, who was hidden between the shade made by the intense sun, under the trees, looked at the bandits, planning a way to attack them, kill then and retrieve some of their loot, and maybe get some coins by giving them to the authorities of the owner of the land he was now. The bandits were drunk with the liquor they stole, singing and telling stories, showing their weakened senses by the alcohol, except two of them: Their leader, a green scaled dragon, called Ryuji, and his partner, a big fat dark brown furred bear, called Masa.

Shiro looked quietly, retrieving his blade slowly, waiting for the perfect moment to attack the camp. Masa, the bear, stood up and said â€I’m going to check our treasures, boss…â€

with an evil grin on his face, predicting he wasn’t going to do something good. The bear entered the tent where their loot was kept, smiling as he looked to the vixen prisoner. Kiowa was scared, leaving the chain she was trying to break by nibbling on the floor and getting into a corner, frightened of how the fat bear had a devious grin on his face. The vixen girl curled up while she was sit on the corner, then, Masa started to take his wide bandit clothing and getting naked, showing his lips covered in drooling spit, and so he said â€It’s time to get fun!â€.

The bear showed his natural body: A big fat scarred belly, with some thick genitals hanging from his crotch and huge legs. Kiowa knew what he was going to do: he was about to be forced by the ugly bandit, so she started to pull the chain with all her strength, hoping to escape.

Meanwhile, Shiro was ready to strike into the camp in a one-man blitz assault. He jumped from the trees and ran into the party of thieves, with his sword on a hand, and gave a swift strike on the back of one of the bandits. The victim fell on the floor with a choked gasp, then Shiro looked to another bandit, who quickly stabbed on it’s stomach. The rest of the bandits were scared, and soon, they went into their tents to retrieve their weapons. Ryuji only changed his lips, showing a grin of interest, trying to guess how good would be the barbarian wolf’s skills. Shiro looked how the drunk warriors were around him, 5 of them to be more exact: A squirrel carrying two daggers, a dog with a short sword, a cat with a cane, a lion with clawed gauntlets and a swallow wielding a chain. The wolf turned his wrist, turning the sword around it and staring carefully on the opponents.

The shiba dog screamed, charging against him while he raised his weapon in a desperate chance to attack the grey furred barbarian. Shiro swayed around, changed the direction of his sword and grabbed the hilt, giving a hit with it on the shiba’s chest. The bandit stepped back, then Shiro ran quickly towards him and gave a long horizontal slash to his enemy. The dog gasped, suddenly, a second later, his belly was cut and blood sprayed while he fell into the ground. The rest of the bandits were astonished, then, the squirrel and the swallow tried to stop him. The bird tossed his chain on Shiro’s wielding arm, while the squirrel tried to stab him. The wolf dodged the cuts as the swallow pulled the chain. Shiro looked at the other rival, grabbing the chain with his hand and pulling it with his strength, until the knife of the squirrel made a wound on his right hand. The barbarian warrior pulled the chain, disarming his rival and then, using the same chain, choked the squirrel by throwing the chain to the neck. The swallow ran away scared, before the lion showed his gloves with palm claws. Shiro tried to slice him with his blade, but the gloves, made of metal, blocked the wolf’s sword with ease, then, the lion scarred Shiro’s chest with his free gloved paw. The wolf growled, as he felt the pain giving him anger, then, he showed his real nails, sharp as razors, and gave a sudden rain of scratches, coming from his natural weapon. The lion was on the ground, bleeding by the open cuts the vicious wolf made on his body. Shiro looked behind, at the last of the opponents, with a cold stare… his eyes were darkened by his fury, showing a hollow expression on his face. The feline rival only could ran in fear, as the only beings remaining were Ryuji, the dragon leader of the bandits and him, for the exception of what was happening on the tent of treasures.

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Masa was drooling like a pervert, as he slowly moved his legs towards Kiowa. Kiowa stood up, looking how the big shadow of the bear was covering her. The bear grabbed her from the wrist, then, with a groping hand, he slipped off Kiowa’s clothes, leaving her on the bandages she used as inner clothing. Kiowa awed in agony, feeling the strong heavy hand of the pervert minded bear harshly. She tried to pull her arm, but it was useless, the harder she pull, the harder and more interested was the mood of the stalker, who said â€Now you will turn into a real woman†as he laughed deviously.

Kiowa, as a natural impulse, tried to hit the crotch of the attacker with her knee, but Masa, who was a military expert, blocked the knee with his free palm. Kiowa felt she couldn’t avoid destiny, the bear couldn’t stop his urges to mate with her, but she didn’t know about the battle that was happening outside.

Shiro was walking forward, with his blade on the left hand, showing his teeth as he made growling sounds outside of his mouth, staring at Ryuji. Shiro’s memories and the dream of being hit by the big shadow werewolf became to his mind: He was berserk, furious, as the screams of his parents and the people of the town became into his mind, the fire of the mischief… everything. He was about to kill the remaining bandit, the head of the gang. Ryuji, closing his eyes in a grin, quickly handed on the hilt of his weapon, showing a short sword with a blue gem on the hilt and a brown short rope with a golden ball as a weight on it: it was a Chinese sword. Ryuji set on a strange pose, like if he was moving his limbs to a mellow rhythm. Shiro didn’t care about the new style he was looking at, he just moved his body for an offensive pose, ready to strike the dragon. Ryuji laughed silently, yelling â€On your guard, wolf!â€

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Shiro, listening to the words of the enemy, started to charge, with his mighty hand crafted blade, thinking he would be able to break that slim sword, like if it was a toothpick. Shiro tried a descending cut, as usual, but Ryuji, with extraordinary timing, blocked the attack with his sword, then, he repelled the blade with just a flick, kicking Shiro’s face with a swift fan kick. The wolf stepped back by the counterattack, shaking his head to recover himself and so, he growled strongly. The bandit dragon laughed, looking at the wolf and saying â€You are like all the people I’ve looted… so arrogant, selfish… instinctive. You can’t appreciate the beauty of living without nothing and giving it to the poorâ€.

Shiro, listening to the nonsense speech, screamed â€What!? That’s stupid! You and your pity stupid two-bit thieves have been stealing the goods from people, and used them for your good! Also, you can’t understand the pain when you lose someone you love!â€

Shiro’s anger became bigger: His muscles started to show veins, while his wounds bleed more due to the adrenalin that was rising the size of his blood veins. Ryuji looked at him with a selfish face, as he started to jump like an acrobat, then Shiro charged against him. The wolf’s reaction made him quicker and more powerful, since the fury and pain of his memories was acting on him. Ryuji smiled, ignoring the enemy he was fighting, then, when two of them clashed, Ryuji stabbed his needle-like blade on his chest. Shiro gasped, his eyes were open wide. The dragon smiled, pulling the blade out of the wolves body. Suddenly, Shiro’s mouth was still showing it’s teeth, the Chinese sword didn’t make him any effect on him. The bandit king suddenly exclaimed â€WHAT!? How it can be!? How could you stand still!!??â€

Shiro groaned again, carrying his blade, still bleeding from the small punctured wound and stabbing his wide blade on the chest of the dragon. The barbarian’s arms were soon sprayed in blood, so he whispered on Ryuji’s ear â€Because… I have the will to live…†Ryuji screamed, then Shiro twisted his blade to the right, slicing the dragon’s body up and down, showering everything on that side with the scaled’s opponent’s blood and organs. Shiro recovered his sanity seconds later, but pain quickly returned to his body, as he felt the stingy wound on his chest, walking slowly to the tent where the loot was kept.

Meanwhile, at the tent where Masa, the pervert bear, was looking at Kiowa, the helpless vixen priestess, the bear laughed as he showed his cock closely to Kiowa, ordering to her â€Touch it… now!â€

Kiowa shook her head, trembling in fear as her eyes were a true expression of terror. Masa growled, saying â€Do it, or I’ll kill you!†then he showed his sharp claws, setting them softly on Kiowa’s neck.

Kiowa screamed as she felt the cold nails groping her soft skin neck. She lifted her hand, looking aside of the phallus, but suddenly, when she was about to touch those male naughty bits, Shiro quickly charged against Masa, giving a sudden slash on his back. Masa screamed, falling back on the ground, whining in pain, as the blood was spreading on the ground. Kiowa watched how the devious fiend fell, looking up and watching the warrior wolf, panting and sweating, trying to fight the pain of his last battle.

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Kiowa stood up, walked towards the fighter and rubbed the fur of her savior, closing her eyes. She looked how his body was wounded: the scars over his body, the punctured hole on his chest… she opened her eyes, noticing that wolf needed her help. She set her hand over the small stingy hole on Shiro’s chest, saying â€Close your eyes…â€.

The mercenary closed his eyes, so Kiowa closed her eyes again and whispering some words in ancient kitsune language. Kiowa’s paw started to shine in a beautiful turquoise aura, so the wound started to close and the tissue was rebuilt again. Shiro stopped breathing heavily, looking at the young vixen astonished, gulping… no one did such a favor for him, she didn’t even care if he was a werewolf or a bloodlust wishing mercenary. He stood up, looking at the vixen’s beautiful reddish eyes, saying â€Thank you… My name is Shiroâ€

Kiowa smiled giggling, answering him â€I’m Kiowa… you don’t look so scary to be a wolf, Shi-chan†then she winked.

Shiro blushed in a breeze, looking aside, thinking if he was love struck at the first sight of the kind and beautiful female spirit fox and the new sudden title she gave to him.

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Hours later, Shiro was walking next to Kiowa, on the trail of the mountain, waiting to reach to the next town to have some rest. Shiro was looking upside to the sky, then he looked Kiowa, walking in front of him. She was wigging her tail, as the wind was waving her precious clothes. Shiro was charmed by that look: nice hips, thin skillful limbs, that exotic light blue fur and her slim balanced body. He shook his head immediately, thinking â€She’s a priestess, don’t think on doing her!… still… she’s cuteâ€.

The sun was setting, turning the sky and the clouds orange, until the couple reached to a small bathhouse, in front of a big mountain steaming waterfall. Kiowa opened her mouth in surprise, turning and looking at Shiro, saying â€Wow, let’s stay the night here, shall we? It looks niceâ€

Shiro nodded, with a smooth blush glowing on his face, as he couldn’t deny her wishes due to her beauty ruby-like eyes.

The couple reached to the main door of the bath house inn, opening the door and looking to the sides inside the main hall. There was a grey black striped elder cat next to the door, who looked to the door as soon it was open. This cat was the owner of the Inn, Mizuki. He was wearing a deep blue kimono with a black belt, no trousers and his fur was ruffled. He looked with his shrunken eyes to the new visitors, then he smiled and sweetly said â€May I help you, travelers?â€

Kiowa put a hand inside one of her sleeves and took a small bag from it, opening it and pulling out some golden coins from inside. She put the money on the desk the owner was on and said â€We would like to rent a room please†with a pleasant smile on her fuzzy face.

Mizuki took the coins and stood up, looking at the strangers and saying â€Let me guide you, young ladsâ€.

The old cat guided the vixen and the barbarian wolf through the passages of the inn, reaching to a small pair of doors. The cat opened both of the doors, showing a room for two, which was big enough. Kiowa smiled as she got inside, then the owner said â€This is your room, the outside springs can be reached by following this corridor, you may eat when ever you want, just ask to my daughter Chihiro.â€

Shiro and Kiowa nodded to the explanation of the old feline, then, the owner left the room, heading to the main desk again. Shiro looked to the room, paying attention of how comfy it was, then his eyes went straight to Kiowa. He stared at her, gulping for all the excitement her body was giving to him, so he said â€I’m going to the outdoor springs, Kiowa… I’ll be back†but Kiowa looked at Shiro, so she was curious about what she was going to do.

Shiro followed the wooden corridor, making the creaking sound while walking due to his huge muscled body. He found the entrance of the springs, so he went inside and left his clothes on a corner near the spring, except his funadoshi, walking next to the bath, releasing his funadoshi on the border and jumping inside with a leap. Shiro enjoyed the hot, bubbly bath, sitting on the border, humming nicely. Suddenly, the door was opening, making a sliding noise that called Shiro’s attention: It was Kiowa, undressed on her beautiful bandages, smiling with a sweet grin.

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Shiro gasped blushing, looking at the other side where Kiowa was looking at. She giggled and walked, blushed too, to the bath, then she stepped in with her bandages on. She enjoyed the heat and the bubbles, saying â€It’s nice†as she swam next to Shiro.

The mercenary wolf felt his heart pounding faster, as he looked how the spirit fox was close to her. The priestess, with curious eyes, started to touch and fondle Shiro’s chest, saying â€You look so healthy, Shi-chan, you have good muscles†then her tail wrapped Shiro’s back.

Kiowa examined Shiro’s every upper body detail: his arms, his chest, his beautiful hair, his nose… the warrior only could watch her, interested on his gifted body. Then, Kiowa plunged her hand into the water, touching Shiro’s abs, with a sound if interest coming from her throat. She enjoyed how the knowledge she learned from her anatomy classes was useful here, until she felt something strange, like a stick made out of flesh. She quickly grabbed it and rubbed it, with a confused look. Shiro moaned scared, because what Kiowa was grabbing was his crotch, and so, a small drop of blood came out of the prideful but shy warrior’s nose, due to all the blushing he had. The vixen was impressed but also fearful: It was a big, thick member, only by touching, and it was just a bit stiffened. She looked at Shiro, with the little blood flush coming from his nose, then she licked the blood, tasting it and saying â€It’s alright, Shiro… You must think I’m beautiful too, right? Still, I’m a priestess†as she looked down, as a sign of blame and sorrow from her part: she was a Shinto priestess, she couldn’t have deep relationships, so her mind thought â€Maybe that’s why female wolves are so fond to their males… he looks so hot and… big†as her face blushed more.

Shiro looked down, a bit stunned by Kiowa’s reaction, so he answered â€I know, Kiowa… you are beautiful, and hot, but I can’t let my urges let you hurt, I’m the son of an alpha wolf and you a simple delicate spirit fox female… you couldn’t stand our vicious way of life, and less the way we mate†then he stood up, grabbing his funadoshi loincloth, shaking his fur to be dried, dressing a towel and grabbed his clothes, walking to their room.

Kiowa looked at him where she was, blushed… as he loved her, she loved him too. She had a hard decision to do: worship the gods or her love. Suddenly, she felt something moist and hot from the inside, maybe the water, but the sensation was giving her lustful, sensual ideas, starting to explore her own body: She was in heat, as she found the perfect male for her, she was ready to call it and make her his mate forever. The vixen didn’t want to stimulate herself to turn that fire off, she wanted him.

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Shiro was on his room, sighing, ashamed of what he did minutes before. A couple of minutes later, Kiowa appeared, on her beautiful inner cloth bandages, and set stand on a corner, showing his back to Shiro. The vixen’s heat was suddenly expelling a nice sweet scent coming from her moist most intimate parts. She took a small bag on her left sleeve of the ceremonial clothes, where there were some pills made by her, so she picked a few pink ones and swallowed them, as she knew they were contraceptive pills made out of herbs. The stench of heat crossed through Shiro’s nose, and then, his brain reacted to that primal call coded on a smell. Shiro stood up, with a serious face, breathing harshly and walking next to Kiowa, who didn’t notice Shiro’s presence. Suddenly, his arms hugged her from her back, as the wolf’s huge pectorals were like a cushion for her. The vixen girl gasped, looking to those grey furred arms: It was Shiro, and he was ready to fulfill her wishes of being dominated by a male like him, even if it was for fun.

Shiro started to pass her claws over Kiowa’s chest, so his nails swiftly ragged and showed her small but soft breasts, then, his other paw ripped her low bandages to let her completely naked. Her nipples were small, but very sensitive, and her pussy was uncovered, which had small but with very close lips. Shiro opened his jaws, showing his teeth, and clutched them on Kiowa’s neck, as a sign of relax for her. Kiowa moaned at the same time his lover groped one of her breasts and set his teeth on a side of the neck. The right hand of Shiro started to explore the vixen’s flower. He brushed the hair around it, then passed his fingers over the rift she had between her venus. Her brain started to react to those tender touches, saying â€Please… don’t hurt meâ€.

Shiro growled, releasing his teeth from her neck and whispered to the priestess’s ears â€Hurt you? No… You are too precious for that… you deserve the topâ€.

The warrior wolf kept rubbing her flower, while his other hand groped her left boob, until the finger pressed hard and plunged inside her moist insides. Kiowa moaned, closing her eyes and blushing. Shiro smiled and then, he went up, finding her most sensitive point: the clitoris. He placed two fingers open, splitting her labia, then he released them. The girl felt those exciting shocks of pleasure, while her clit was stimulated with another hand. Then, Kiowa screamed, making her pussy get moister and blowing outside some of her fluids. She looked at her first orgasm, deeply awaited due to her abstinence made by the chastity. Shiro smiled and hugged her tight, saying â€You like it, huh?†Kiowa blushed, smiling, saying â€Y…Yes… I think soâ€

Shiro smiled, as the hard hug he did made his cock react, getting stiffer to its adequate point, swollen, thick and hard. He set his fleshy gifted tool between her bum cheeks, lifting and grabbing her tail and saying â€I’ll try on the back, so you can keep your purity, Kiowaâ€

The vixen girl shook her head, flicking her tail and getting it out of his hand, so she said â€I’ve decided… I want to feel like your female mate. Please, show me your strength, don’t care if I scream of pain, I want to be dominated… mate with me, my male!â€

Shiro was amazed on Kiowa’s choice, so he replied her â€Alright… lay on all fours and extend your legs, bitchâ€

Kiowa smiled happy as she knew he understood her wishes, so she set her limbs on the floor, like a table, and spread her legs between pants, saying with a trembling voice, as she was nervous but excited of her first time â€Yes… master…â€

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Shiro stroke his well-sized 8-incher, looking at Kiowa’s beautiful rump with her blue sky tail lifted. He set his thumbs around her labia, opening them at each other, showing all the wetness and heat she was getting outside her body, like invisible steam which only was perceptible by his wolf nose. The smell was like a piece of prey flesh for him: sweet and appetizing. He grabbed his fleshy penis, covered on his inner lube, and set the tip between her neither lips. Kiowa felt the tip, so she got nervous. Even if she was moist and hot, her walls were stretching, and that made Shiro’s tip block to avoid the loss of her virginity. Shiro knew that wasn’t good, so he started to lick Kiowa’s left shoulder and then he grabbed the left side of her neck with his teeth, like a relaxing sexy massage. Kiowa’s mind stopped thinking, and so she was less nervous and ready to assume her position. Shiro smiled and gave a sudden push inside her, ramming and breaking her hymen.

The vixen girl screamed with a sudden pain, showing some tears dropping from her eyes and gritting her teeth, screaming â€NO! Stop! This is…â€

then she moaned, with the stingy sensation of being stabbed from her belly, as the warrior wolf was drilling through her deeply while the bleeding she suffered wrapped his cock in a red taint.

The walls stretched again, giving Shiro more pleasure, as he panted showing his big plain tongue. Shiro’s cock was stuffing Kiowa’s insides, until he reached to the deep entrance of her uterus, the cervix. The vixen girl was crying and sobbing, wishing that pain to be over, but then, Shiro turned her head to the left and kissed her lips, placing his tongue inside her small mouth and tickling with fast and smooth flicks from it. Kiowa blushed, making her pain less important, and she didn’t know what was going to happen next was better.

The warrior released her tongue from her mouth, then his hips started to move back, then rammed again her broken virginity with an awful thrust. Kiowa moaned, as the same move was repeated again and again by him, in a pumping sequence by his tool. Her walls, instead of pain, started to stretch around the invading cock, rushing its flesh and giving her brain a nice sensation of warm and pleasure. She moaned as the thrusts were deeper, hitting her cervix with incredible accuracy, her pledges of stop turned into pants and moans, so she even said â€I’m… your female… I assume the role… to breed your puppies… I’m your bitch†followed by another moan that bent her back forward.

Shiro kept smiling, as he laid both of their bodies on the ground aside, placing his stained fingers on her mouth so she could lick the scent of her orgasm. Kiowa felt how the pumps stopped, but still the sensation of having his extension inside her was so warm and close, she didn’t want that feeling to be over. Shiro lifted her leg that wasn’t touching the ground, and he kept pumping, in the pose of the spoon, as his cock was covered in veins and the base of it was already swollen into a huge, thick knot. Shiro’s first thrusts with the knot didn’t went inside her, but then, with all the strength of his hips, he gave a direct pump on her flower, opening it wider than usual and taking the knot. The priestess felt pain for a second, but as her cunt was opened to its limits, she felt a bomb of pleasure with each thrust. The knot went in and out of her with every pump, so her fluids were soon spewing out in enormous quantities, as her abstinence prove her all that pain was worth it, cumming twice during those forced wild pushes of his carnal blade. Suddenly, Shiro couldn’t hold his own seed, his dick was about to blow, so he gave a last pump, clutching his gift of the gods right inside Kiowa’s insides and howling loudly. The cock suddenly shot all the seed of the brave, strong wolf, directly to her womb, making her belly get slightly bloated for some time, as the womb was forced with lots of wolf semen. The knot made the outer side of her pussy being forced to its limits, so Kiowa only could relief her pain, imitating Shiro’s howl, assuming the role of the female. She finally could understand why mating was an unstoppable urge, and why it was necessary on all its ways, with the male she always dreamed of. As Shiro’s member was filling her body up with cream, he turned her knotted body, so both of them could look at each of them closely, at each other’s blood like red eyes, then close their eyes and hugged tight. When Shiro finished, he pulled his cock out, making a plopping sound and letting the mix of the couple’s fluids get outside of her intimacy. After that, they hugged close at each other.

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Kiowa, minutes after mating with the male of her dreams, she looked up to his new warrior lover’s eyes, Shiro, asking to him â€Shi-chan… do you love me?â€

Shiro, who blushed again, nodded, getting closer so his body almost could wrap her, saying â€Kiowa… you are the best thing that happened in my life… no one treated me so sweet since I lost my parents the day I thought my happiness died†referring to the fatidic day he missed his parents â€I won’t let you get hurt, I shall give my life for you, not because I’m a mercenary, but the wolf that always want to be with you… you are the full moon of my perfect night, Kiowa… that’s why I love you, deeply in my heartâ€.

Kiowa never expect such a speech from a savage being like Shiro, neither that he was that romantic and caring, so she said â€That’s… the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard, why did you tell me that? I’ve taken herbs to avoid problemsâ€

Shiro smiled, licking Kiowa’s nose, saying â€My father always said that a wolf always wins if he has his pack in mind… now you are important to me, we are our own pack. Also, it’s not my choice to you have my puppies, it’s yoursâ€

Kiowa smiled, crying as she found the reason of her life. Shiro shed her tears with his fingers, stroking her back. Kiowa smiled at Shiro again, saying â€I won’t let you down… Shi-chan†as she giggled with a warm smile.

Shiro smiled with her, so they hugged together and closed their eyes slowly, waiting for a new days of adventures, not as a couple, but as the pack of wolves they started to be.

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THE END

© Shiro Uzumaki, 2009

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