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Nine Tails are Better than One

Man...this tour got boring pretty quickly, sighed the brown-haired youth while pondering to himself, staying close to the group of other tourists as they came close to the exit at the end of the corridor. It was Ryan's third and final day here in South America for his vacation trip, and it already seemed to start off with a lot of drag to it. First his bus shows up late at his hotel to pick him up for the ruins tour, and then reports of showers rolling in late in the day meant they would only get to tour one of the two ruins instead of both. One would think a little rain wouldn't hurt anyone, but supposedly the locals of the region were skeptical on any smalls signs such as this. After all, they revered the gods of their land with immense adoration. And yet...Ryan probably didn't share their sentiments with the bored expression plastered on his face at the moment.

O great...we going to end it on another relic history lesson? Ryan rolled his eyes with a swipe of his hand down his face, hearing the rest of the group acting intrigued and excited while their young tour guide spoke. The air was already moist and cooler from the drop in humidity of the area, giving even more evidence as to the approaching storm outside.

"Thank you all. Now then, before we depart, this last relic near the exit has some significant meaning to this old temple" she chuckled with a slight bow before stepping over to the large relic along the wall. The stone disk might have been worn out and covered in most areas around its cracked edges in moss from the intruding vegetation from the crack in the ceiling; but even so, it was still a grand sight to behold with the archaic lined circles drawn into the base. And from the looks of it, there seemed to be a figure drawn in the center of it. Whatever it was, it had long pointed ears and very big paws. It sat at attention, it's narrowed slit eyes staring directly out at anyone that stared at it. The sight was pretty menacing too with all those flames flickering behind it.

Err...crap..., Ryan grumbled to himself, clenching his chest. The tour had been going on for the last 2 hours, and leave it to him to forget to relieve his bowels before heading out on the bus in the morning. By now at noon, his bladder was probably cringing to expel those two sodas he drank at breakfast and the first hour in the ruins. Ehh...need to find a place to pee. Crap...but where? Suddenly his ears perked at attention, hearing a strange question come from a girl in the front of the group. Only one question was asked before in the whole tour, which was about that hallway downstairs that they didn't travel down. So hearing a second one near the end of the tour was quite unusual for sure.

"Naomi, so what exactly is that creature or image in the center of the disk? It looks like a fox, or what is it?" Typical students, stretching out this tour longer than its needed, sighed Ryan, pacing in place. Errr...restroom...need to go badly. But I can't sneak out yet!

"I'm glad you asked," smiled Naomi, stroking her hand into the cold, damp stone to run her finger along the strange markings. "These symbols you see here are actually lettering in ancient tongue, which me and my tribe believe to be coded epitaphs for the gods that once resided here. This creature or god is indeed believed to be a fox, or kitsune even. Surprisingly, these are not flames or fire drawn behind it," she gestured with a finger. "They are tails."

"Tails?," replied the girl with more surprise in her voice. "They're huge, and there's so many of them!" The rest of the group seemed to be intrigued too, including Ryan who seemed to be forgetting about a more "urgent" issue building below.

"Indeed they are. I must apologize again for not being able to show you the second of the two temples on these grounds, but I can at least shed some light for you as 'food for thought'. When these two sister temples were constructed ages ago, my people made them to house two powerful demigods. To this day, we do not know their true names since no one has been able to fully decipher the ancient text logged within these walls. However, we do believe that this particular demigod here represented some form of evil, while the other deity figure was of good origin."

"But...aren't you being biased calling something you don't know much about to be 'evil'?" protested the girl. "What if you have it completely opposite?"

A sudden annoyed frown appeared on Naomi, staring down the younger student who stood her ground firm. "Excuse me, but when did you become an expert on these ruins, miss?"

Perfect! Ryan wasn't about to let an opportunity to slip away for the moment go to waste, leaving everyone in the group to try and quell the ensuing bickering as the youth stealthily slipped back down the stairs before anyone could notice, his sneakers clapping on the stone steps with haste as he made his way below.

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"Alright...so where would they have a bathroom in this place?" Ryan rubbed his chin with a glance down the hallway at the bottom of the stairs, staring past the hanging vines and shrubs peeking out the cracked stone arches and sides to the four other hallways that branched off before him. It hadn't been long since they came down here, stopping by to give one explanation about the design work of each room down the halls before heading to the next. However, Ryan still had a itching thought in the back of his mind with each step he took forward: why did they not go down all four hallways? Their guide seemed pretty edgy when someone asked about it, but simply hearing her say "the room on the end is too unstable to show you, and it's probably the same layout as one of the others anyway."

"Weird...I figured this whole place would be unstable to be honest," chuckled Ryan to himself, making around the left bend to the first hallway, spotting the first living quarters they were shown at the far end. "Hmmmm, nah. I don't remember a toilet being down that one." Actually, I don't remember seeing anything remotely coming close to a bathroom here. And...mmmpphh...I don't know how much longer I can hold it in! His blue eyes darted from path to path, the desperation mounting with each second with beads of sweat already going down the side of his face. There was no way he was going to defecate himself out here, much less in his favorite camo shorts.

Heh...heh heh...cu...io...s...hu...n...

"W-what was that?" Suddenly, his body froze. Ryan instantly whirled about towards where he came, anticipating someone behind him. He was certain he wasn't seen leaving the group, yet he could've sworn he just heard what sounded like laughter, albeit very subtle in tone. Yet looking back to the stairs, he didn't see anyone and no more sounds came out, except for his heart thumping slightly faster in his chest form adrenaline now wearing off. Damnit...hate when that happens. Errgh...why am I always so jumpy at these things? He let out a sigh, taking a moment to gather his senses and wipe away the cool sweat over his brow before turning around. His bladder burned badly in his gut with all that fluid building up. By this point, Ryan figured he only had a few minutes left at most to find a spot to relieve himself or he was gonna be so embarrassed when he arrived back at the tour group.

Heh heh heh...

"Huh?" What the heck is that noise? Ryan appeared puzzled, striding quickly over to the other intersection before him. It sounded like the noise echoed down one of the halls, but as he reached the split off of them, he couldn't see anyone down either of them. And oddly enough, the one to the right of him was the corridor that they weren't shown. Great...this humidity must be getting to me or...something is. The youth shook his head, his brown hair waving about with his sunglasses as it ruffled some. First his eyes trailed off to the left path, but he then remembered it was a small church room at the end with a storage area. After a few more seconds, he turned his attention slowly to the other hall, the supposedly "restricted" area. "Well...no one is looking," Ryan shrugged to himself with a tug of his shorts. "And crap...I REALLY need to go. O please be a bathroom down here," grumbled the youth, hastening his steps along the cracked floor at his feet down the new hallway.

Various vines outstretched from wall to wall, creating a makeshift barrier like caution tape strands on a crime scene of sorts. Fortunately for Ryan, who was somewhat fit already from going to the gym, the vines were very old and worn-out enough to snap apart after a few good tugs. One of the vines was so embedded it even latched onto a piece of stone in the ceiling, breaking the piece loose from its spot and crashing it to the floor when it was pulled. "Shit!" Ryan had to swiftly back step out of the way, pieces of rock shards splattering into his ankles once the stone piece shattered. Ok...I can officially verify this area is DEFINITELY unstable.

The rest of the path wasn't that deep down the hallway, leaving just two rooms it seems: one just a few feet to his left past the vine blockade, and another at the end of the path on the right. Ryan peeked around the doorway of the first room, staying cautious despite being overly curious. The room was smaller than the others he visited earlier, stone making up most of the furniture in the room. A large table with patches of growing moss on the corners took up the center space with busted up cabinet shelf in the back corner, holding various wooden bowls and utensils that scattered out on the stone floor. Even though he was farther down in the temple ruins, Ryan was amazed to see that enough lighting came through cracks in the ceiling to illuminate everything he was seeing; still, this room didn't have any holes to work with so he really was just having to make do with whatever light came in from the hallway.

"Looks like a kitchen? Urghh...great. One room left I guess..."

Ryan crept carefully over the vines scattered about from penetrating the ground, appearing more concentrated in this area as he entered the final room. If he didn't know any better, it almost suggested that a full-grown tree must've sprung root deep down here.

"Wow!"

The last room was slightly bigger than the "kitchen", but...it was vastly different than any of the other rooms he'd seen here. It was as if a living quarters and shrine were rolled into one. A broken up slab with rough brown fur sheets lay in the back corner along with a small "nightstand", a wooden bowl flipped over next to it. Yet in contrast towards the entrance, various porcelain cups with rotten wax stumps and wicks adorned what looked like a small shrine. It was embedded in the wall, and a torn up patch of brown fur as a rug laid sprawled out below it.

"Huh...must be where the high priest or chief stayed," pondered Ryan, stepping further into the room. "Maybe...HAH! JACKPOT!" Sitting over on the back wall, away from everything else, was a large stone speckled cylinder with a rounded hole in the center. For anyone else, it might've been a place to toss clothes or trash; but to Ryan who was near on verge of having his bladder explode, it was the closest thing to a toilet that he might find. He wasted little time relieving himself, letting out a relaxed sigh to finally be rid of all that excess soda from his system. "Whewww...that feels good." Despite what he did, the youth did feel pretty ashamed for using the place as a restroom, rather wishing to just do it out in the woods if anything. But when you had to go, you had to go.

"Alright, I better get back with- hmmmm?" Just as he was about to leave, his eye caught a familiar sight rested on the makeshift shrine. It was a stone disk between the "candles", though small and beat up from weathering no doubt. Yet despite the size, it had the near-exact same features as the larger one they were being shown just moments ago at the exit!

"So this must be another picture of that god," he mumbled to himself, running his palm over the rough stone etches of the "fox" figure. "Huh? It feels...loose." He was right. The disk didn't feel snug it its spot, moving it back and forth as it rolled in place. And as he moved it enough to one side, his eyes lit up at what appeared to be an opening behind it: a secret alcove. "Mmmmph...thing is pretty heavy for how...small it-" Ryan gave it a strong push on its side, just enough to fling the disk over the edge and clanking to the ground, rolling off towards the doorway. He didn't care now though; his eyes were already transfixed at what lay hidden behind it.

Staring him down were a pair of bright red ruby eyes, gleaming through the darkness of the hole. "Woah...what do we have here?!?" Ryan reached his hand inside, pulling out the object to bring into view. The artifact was gorgeous and still in amazing shape as his eyes gave it a look over. It was a small statue of sorts in the shape of a kitsune or large fox, possibly the same one he was seeing on the disks. The body was golden all around, yet it felt like smoothed out marble rather than a full metallic feel. And those eyes...so hypnotizing to see as they shimmered their redness back at Ryan.

"O man, I'm definitely taking you back with me!," grinned the youth before tucking it in his arm. "This is probably worth a fortune alone. Heh, fortune is definitely smiling on me today now."

Are you....certain of...that?

Ryan's pupils dilated in shock, redirecting back to the artifact. Those red eyes glowed brightly from it, making him freak out. "Crap, it's that same voice!," he sputtered with a few steps back. Except now the voice was much louder, as if in the same room he was in. It echoed all around him, giving off a deep laughter that chilled him to the bone. By this point, he was completely regretting his choice to come back down here. "It...it's the statue!" He fiddled with it in his hands, trembling some as he looked around and back at the alcove he took it from.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb your resting place, whoever you are!," protested Ryan. "Here, I'll just put-AAAHHHH!" The words could hardly leave his mouth before his foot caught an outstretched vine from the ground, tangling over his sneaker to hold him in place. He couldn't stop his momentum, feeling the smooth artifact slip from his grasp and fall in slow motion in front of him before shattering into golden pieces onto the stone ground. A deep regret clenched in his chest, watching the sacred treasure lay tattered in pieces before him.

"Oh no....no no no!," grimaced the youth, quickly gathering the pieces and trying to put them back together as best he could. "I-I can fix it, heh heh. Just need to find some glue and-".

Thank you...heh heh heh...

Ryan's voice cut off as the entity spoke again, this time a more relaxed and sinister tone in his voice. The human stared around the low-lit room, but still couldn't see a thing...until his eyes noticed a faint blood-red mist starting to seep out of the golden piece remains of the statue. It crept across the floor, pooling together in the center room into a solid spherical form; yet while most of it did, Ryan could hardly notice that some of the mist had already seeped into the pores of his fingers and hands with the pieces he held.

"What the? This thing had a spirit in it?!?" Ryan had seen enough movies to know that something of this nature wouldn't sit well with him, shuffling his legs quickly back to the doorway before the mist could creep toward him. He dropped the remaining golden pieces to the floor, his sneakers digging into the stone for traction as he bolted from the room in an instant, pushing his momentum along the wall and back toward the staircase without glancing back for a second. Ryan's heart pounded in his chest, each stride heavy with desperation to rush up those stone steps, almost like he was in a 100 yard dash race. But the second he reached the top, his sneakers grinded to a dead halt upon coming face to face with a pair cold staring hazel eyes.

"There you are. Where the hell have you been?" It was Naomi, who seemed to be fighting back the urge to smack him across the head for leaving the group. "You are supposed to stick with the group, Mr.-"

"Ryan," gulped the youth with a nervous expression. "I-It's Ryan. And please, I'm so sorry for running off like that," he bowed with a deep regret.

Naomi might have been frustrated with the action, but even she couldn't help but sigh and forgive him for owning up to his misdeed. "Why didn't you stay the group? My job is on the line if anything happens to any of you, just so we are clear."

"Yes, I understand that. But I...misplaced my sunglasses," he remarked, glancing away.

"Really? You mean the ones on your head?"

"Yeah. My eyes can be sensitive to sunlight so I constantly need them when I go outside in the day. Plus they are really expensive, so losing them would put a hole in my wallet just to replace them." He wasn't the greatest liar, but it seemed it was enough make the tour-guide believe him as she smirked and shook her head.

"Heh, fair enough. Now come on," she motioned with a hand while about-facing to the exit. "I don't want to keep the rest of the group waiting because of your negligence."

Ryan gave a relieved smile, and quickly nodded while following close behind. Yet as he walked, he could feel a growing itch start to run over his palms, shoving his hands in his pockets to conceal it as best he could.

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After having a hearty lunch provided by the tour company consisting of exotic sandwiches and rich tea, Ryan and several other guests were dropped back off at the hotel by bus so they could retire for the evening. Being it was his last day here, he was already beat from walking around all day and groaned to himself that he still needed to pack his things; the ticket left on his bed showed his flight to be scheduled for 7:30am, so he would have to leave the hotel nearly 1.5 hours early just to make it through the airport.

"Ughh...why did it have to be an early flight..." Ryan tossed the ticket at the mirror, sick of its sight before burying his face in the soft goose-down cushion. Deep breaths left his lungs, smirking to himself from thoughts of resting up on a cloud while wallowing about on the bed. Considering the remainder of trip turned into a real drag from all the mishaps, it felt good to have a few more hours to unwind and relieve himself before he would retire for the evening. Or maybe...he was already getting enough "relief" from some lusty moans leaving his lips.

"Mmmmph...man, heh heh...ooooo....this bed feels so good," Ryan chuckled. "Hell...it feels REALLY good...." The human's irises began to gleam red, narrowing into slits as his grin widened more at the sight between his legs. Raising his lower body up, Ryan could already see a massive tent growing in his camo shorts, burying into that fluffy white comforter. "Urgh...stupid garments; human filth only meant to hide away their true selfs... Not for me though, heh heh," A deep chuckle left the human's lips, sounding almost...demonic. Ryan quickly undid his zipper, watching his swollen cock start to push out as he wiggled his lower garments off. His rod was at full mast already, without even thinking, assuming it was even "him" at this point. And...did it look...bigger? It was only by an inch or two, but it usually didn't get that large!

"Mmmmm...hello handsome," Ryan smirked with a wiggle of his cock, immediately thrusting those hips in and out into the bed with low moans. It felt as if a mouth full of cotton was swallowing and deepthroating that massive member with each thrust he made, making him drizzle out more pre into the fabric. "Ahhh...it feels so good...to get this early release after so long in that...infernal prison. And yet," a devilish grin and red gleaming eyes stared back into the mirror, "I need more." Gazing back at his exposed buttcheeks, the creature was livid at the orange fuzz starting to spread out in patches along each fleshy cheek, creeping up his lower back slowly. He fed off the lusty ecstasy that flowed from Ryan's body, drinking it in to fuel his shift more and more like a hungry incubus draining its host of every drop possible. That is...until in a matter of seconds, the reserves were already bone dry.

"Grrr...what is...this interference...?!?," scowled the "possessed" body, clenching his head and running those fingers through Ryan's brown hair. The creature growled in annoyance, shoving his head into the damp sheets with a still hard cock. It had been ages since he had a new host to use. Normally the creature's energy reserves would make the takeover process incredibly easy, baring that the host wasn't strong-willed. But for a simple human like Ryan, this was already proving to be more difficult than expected.

Blast it...I need...more time to recover. Grrr..no matter. I won't need much to make him mine. A hearty laugh arose from "Ryan", his eyes shifting back into their normal blue appearance as the entity receeded back into the dark confines of its host's mind. Enjoy your body for now boy, heh heh...or should I say, "my" body...

"Ughh....my head..," groaned Ryan, shaking his brown hair about as he looked around the hotel room. It felt like hours had passed since he passed out for a nap, and yet...something was still off. "Mmmmph, man that felt good," he smiled with a slight stretch before his eyes instantly dilated at an unexpected sight.

"Huh...WHAT THE FUCK?!? W-WHERE ARE MY SHORTS?!?," stammered the human. The covers instantly flew over his legs, sending the shorts flopping to the ground while he concealed himself. He was used to having wet dreams after seeing some good art for a night, but not when he was on vacation. You never know who could be watching...

"The hell...why am I- you know what, never mind," he shook his head, reaching over to his phone to check the time. "Seriously? It's already 5:20am?" Ryan rolled out of bed, rubbing his hand over his hard cock before shuffling over to the bathroom. It had slowly dwindled in size, but this wasn't the time to be playing with himself as he jumped into the hotel stall. He slathered the free bottle of shampoo left for him over his now damp head, cold water tingling over his flesh and somewhat fuzzy orange buttcheeks while running his fingers through his hair to lather it up as much as possible.

"Jeezus...what's that itc- w-what the?," he grimaced at his back, rubbing a hand over a his ass to make sure it was indeed his. "Is this...fur? O god...I'm really losing it." It must be the soda he drank here, he thought to himself; maybe someone drugged him? Whatever it was, he had a whole 7 hour flight to think it over. Drying himself off with the soft towel tingling over his rump and chest, Ryan bolted out of the bathroom to his black suitcase, tossing it on the front bed as the passport medals clicked along the side. He was known to pack pretty light, even for a few day trip as he tossed his messy clothes in the top compartment before sliding on a new brown Element t-shirt. But just before sliding into his underwear, a razor with his toothbrush in a separate bag caught his eye.

"Ergh...I might be hallucinating, but...god that itch is annoying," he groaned AND moaned with a scratch of that fuzzy butt. Taking a moment to call a cab, Ryan estimated he had about 10-15 minutes till it would arrive, giving him more than enough time to shave away that "problem." "Ugh...can't believe I'm actually doing this," the human frowned before carefully running those three-blades over each orange patch of hair. The clumps dropped to the floor in a small pile, since there were only a few spots. Yet as he ran his fingers through it to "dispose" of it, the hair felt genuinely real.

"Heh, whatever they dosed me with in those DP cans must be some serious stuff," Ryan smirked, sliding up his briefs and alternate pair of camo shorts. A subtle ding came from his pocket, glancing over to see his phone screen light up. "Ah, looks like the taxi's here." Taking the black suitcase in his grasp, Ryan grabbed his room keycard and backpack before rushing out the door to the elevator. Meanwhile, underneath his shorts, a small nub had already begun to push out of his lower tailbone...something he must've missed despite "shaving off" the area.

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NEXT DAY LATER

The cold evening sky settled in much earlier this time of year when Ryan stumbled into his apartment, immediately dropping his luggage to the side before swinging the door shut. It was expected to be another frigid night too, getting down to around 10 degrees as a low. The thought sent shivers down Ryan's spine, having to adjust from the warm sunshine heat of South America to the bone-chilling frost of Canada...all in the span of 5 hours.

"Brrr...n-need to crank the heater up in h-here," clacked Ryan through his teeth, dialing up the knob a few clicks. "Damn itch is still bothering me too." He rubbed his camo short-covered rump, giving him the urge to scratch it more and more or at least take off his clothes so it wouldn't agitate him as much.

The flight lasted longer than expected, partly due to the pilot supposedly needing his luggage retrieved. It tends to happen when flight crews can't read the manifest correctly. But just when Ryan thought he got over his "hallucinations", he was sorely mistaken. Throughout the whole flight he couldn't sleep or rest, constantly hearing a deep random voice plague his mind like he heard in the temple. The seats were also small to sit in, making Ryan constantly squirm to get comfy for the long flight while that annoying itch returned. His face was absolutely livid once he could make out the runway and be off that dreadful flight. Luckily, the airport was only a short drive from his apartment complex.

A low sigh came out, ruffling his brown hair with a shake; leftover pizza sounded good to wrap up the night and head to bed early for him. He still had two days left to unwind before work would call him back, but he was so exhausted from the rough flight and walking around the last 2 days that one thing set soundly on his mind: bed.

"Ergh...I'll shower in the morning," tossing his shirt in the hamper basket before flopping onto his bed. Ryan buried his face in the wornout pillow, shuffling the blue sheets of his bed as he sprawled out on it. He was so lazy at this point to catch some zzz's it wasn't worth the extra effort to strip off into his boxers.

"Mmmm, so good to be home at least," Ryan smiled with shut eyes, curling up on his side in the sheets to stay warm.

You and me both, heh heh.

The human's blue eyes instantly popped open, as if waking out of a nightmare. Only in this case, the nightmare was real...and still going on.

"Who's there?!?" He reeled himself out of bed to the edge, darting his gaze around the room to still see he was alone, or so he wanted to believe. Ryan felt an aching throb hit his head, pulsing strongly like the worst migraine ever before clenching his head with both hands. "Urgghh...what's...my head..."

Now now Ryan...is that anyway to treat your new roommate? Another massive jolt whacked his brain, making Ryan moan out in pain with his back on the bed. You should know I'm still here with you by now...or did you forget asking my name back on the flight? An insidious chuckle left the creature, echoing that deep tone inside the human's skull.

"F-fuck you, whatever you are!" A scowl came across Ryan's face, running his hand in a tug on his bed sheets to collect himself, resisting those evil thoughts. This was his body, not that...thing's. And he'd be damned if he was going to give up control without a fight. "You're nothing more...than a bad headache, and a pain in my ass....MMMPHHH!...among other things..." As if on queue, his rump began to itch even more, causing him to rub it deeply into the sheets for relief while combating the pain sweeping over him. Shit...I'm losing it. I need to see a doctor in the morning before this gets worse. How the hell can whatever that "drug" is still be in my system?

Oh? This is no "drug", I assure you, heh heh. I'm VERY much real. And I have a name you know, if you would be so kind to address your god as such.

Ryan's pupils dilated, drawing back everything he encountered when he left the group at the temple. The restricted room. The golden idol. Watching it smash into pieces on the ground. And the red mist leaving it, swirling in the shape of a large fox.

Ah, so you do remember now.

"N-no way," stammered Ryan, shuffling back to the wall of his bed, pulling his legs close. "You can't be...that thing on the disk? It's impossible! Things like that don't exist. It's just a myth!"

The creature let out a low sigh, as if shaking his head at the notion. To him, it seemed as if Ryan was still in denial, even with the evidence directly plastered on him. So the orange fur growing on your butt and thighs right now. Is that...also a myth?, he remarked with a ominous tone.

Wait, fur? Is that what that is? Ryan's eyes darted to his shorts, quickly undoing them and slipping them down his legs with his white underwear. A shriek nearly escaped his throat, blinking multiple times to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Slathered over his loins was a thick coat of burnt orange fur, so smooth and fluffy to the touch it was enough to make him moan in pleasure from rubbing them together. Even his sheath enjoyed the new feeling, throbbing with need as...wait, a sheath? That can't be right. Humans don't have sheathes, he thought to himself while giving it a wiggle; especially one that what was so plump with a swelling set of orbs swaying underneath it.

Mmmmmm...such a fine looking package you have their Ryan, snickered the voice as the tip began to peek out. It was completely bright red from all the blood and energy being pumped into, slowly inching its way out to remind the changing human that this was all too real. In fact, it was already thick in size...and his growing arousal was only making it engorge even more with those veins lining it. Go on...give it a nice rub, or even some licks, heh heh. You know you want to.

Ryan stared in a trance at his growing member, completely oblivious to the fur creeping up his belly and down the rest of his legs. Back and forth; back and forth. It was like watching a pendulum swing to..and frow. Slapping against each of his furry orange thighs as it pulsed and throbbed for him, running in-sync with his own heart beat. "It...certainly does...look beautiful..."

That's right! And it'll even taste just as good...once you give it a good suckle.

The hypnosis had already began to seep a similar red shade over his irises, converting them to slit eyes as the human leaned forward, tongue extending out to great that bloated cock as drool left his maw. "Mmmm, yes. I'm sooooo thristy- W-WAIT! NO IM NOT!" Ryan shook his head, willing his mind and blocking out the creature's voice with all his strength. He had to resist; this was only a ploy, a final act to make him submit. One lick, and Ryan would be lost to servitude to this...thing, he thought. Damnit! Why me? This is...such an AMAZING fantasy, and yet...I know damn well...where this shit is going. Must...resist...

The human pulled his head back to the wall, tugging as much as he could while that cock twitched between his furry legs. It was huge with that tapered cock, probably a good 3 inches bigger already than he was a full mast before. And those drops of nectar, dripping one at a time on his fur growing belly. The creature could feel it, running a clawed digit leisurely over Ryan's brain with each passing second. Once Ryan's eyes reopened, having shifted back to their original blue hue, those dots began to extend into slits. "It's...it's...ooooohhh...so beautiful, Kurama," Ryan mumbled with a slightly deeper tone, a devious grin curling over his mouth as jetblack ink began to sweep over his lips.

The demon burst into laughter, having heard his name for the first time in ages. It was all the proof he needed: this was his body now, and his new "roommate" had finally come to accept it. And since he was such a good sport, the "human" could use a reward for finally coming to terms. Yes it is, my servant. You see, your god is a generous god to all that wish to serve, as you will for me with this new body for ages to come. It was why I gave you this gift that you see before you: a token for setting me free and embracing me as your true...master. Taking control over his limbs, Ryan's muscled relaxed, letting his arms sag on the bed as he leaned his head close to his legs with eyes bright red with lust. One sip of that delicious seed...and he would become something others could only dream of being.

Go on Ryan; show your god just how much you love him now!

A swift lick from his tongue ran across his black lips, watching his hefty cock stop swaying to rest idly for him. Mmmmm...bottom's up.

Ryan thrust his open maw forward in unison with his thighs, burying his drooling mouth onto that tapered end as he began to madly suckle it like a newborn pup having been famished for days. A deep tone of laughter echoed in the human's mind as he slurped, the orange fur rapidly engulfing up his chest and over his arms. Ryan squirmed on the bed, his shorts and shirt starting to strain from his growing muscles and frame. "Mmmmph...errgghh...m-my..arm..." His face strained, not from having started to jut out inch by inch into a vulpine muzzle with lengthening daggers lining his gums, but more so from what was happening to his arm. Covered in orange fur, Ryan's fingers snapped and bent in an odd shape as claws started to pop out and shred the sides of the bed from him raking it in frustration. On one hand he was in agony: bones snapping and lengthening with muscles swelling in size, all while he could only endure it in the back corridor of his mind, since Kurama had taken control. But on the other was pure bliss: drinking his own creamy vulpine seed that pumped into his engorging rod and orbsack, all while he grew twice his size before...and was still growing.

"Mmmmphh...I need more...this won't...errgghh!!!" The bedframe snapped, giving way to the now 8 foot tall orange fox demon that bucked on it, muzzle still buried on that plump red rocket fueling his transformation. Voices could already be heard down stairs, neighbors yelling obscene words for the upstairs tenant to cut the crap so they could sleep. Had they walked up there to see a very horny kitsune demon groping his rod, they would instantly be changing their tune. Oh would you hear that, the demon snickered to Ryan's conscious as he listened intently to the neighbor's call. His long ears stretched out inch by inch on his furry head, drinking in all the sounds with his heightened hearing. Heh...they seem to be calling for help Ryan. Is it not....amusing?

Ryan tried with all his might, mustering a means to move anything and show he still had control of his body, but nothing seemed to work. The best he could hope for was taunting or cussing Kurama out of his body, which to be fair...only entertained the demon more. Why the fuck do you think it's amusing, you horny fox?!? They're gonna come up here, and gun your ass back to where you came. A god you may be, but they pump enough lead into that oversized cock and frame of yours and you'll be out cold.

Ugh...why do you have to be such a difficult roommate? Kurama was only trying to be a generous host, yet Ryan continued to act as the stubborn tenant of "their" body. URGH!! The demon yowled with a jolt to the head, his long ears drooping back as he flung his head off the large spasming rod and into the busted mattress. Hot breaths left the changing kitsune's maw, panting as his eyes shifted again in tone to a bright blue.

"Huff...huff...what the hell?!?," stammered Ryan, running his black padded paw over his burnt orange chest. His shirt was tattered in pieces, his new row of abs making short work of it with only his strained ends of his camo shorts, socks and the sunglasses loosely dangling on his growing head remaining of his humanity. "I-I'm a fox?!? But..where are-UGGH!!"

Ohh....you are SO going to regret doing that boy!

The dark tone snickered as Ryan glanced his face down to his pants, shifting his stretching legs as his feet paws burst out of the fabric of his socks. They were so big and soft with black pads on the end, wiggling his toes without even thinking...or at least Kurama was as his first eye began to redden again. A slight tingle came on his knot base, and that's when he saw it. Slithering up between his legs was a fuzzy orange apendage, slick in fur as his coat. Ohh? Someone came to say hello to you Ryan, heh heh. Go on little one; introduce yourself and the others to our "guest".

Ot...others?!? Ryan grimaced at the thought. Was there more than one to come?

The creature moaned in bliss as the first appendage coiled slickly over that fat cock, snaking all the way up to the tip as it began to rub up and down it. Ryan, or rather Kurama, flexed his back in an arch as it pleasured him, feeling that rod throb as he caught a glimpse of activity coming from his backside. Suddenly, several loud pops began to go off every few seconds, one after another as the shorts finally burst into seems from Ryan's swelling rump as two more appendages jutted out from his butt and flailed about. His tailhole tingled with need, flexing that pucker of his open and close into that soft furry rump of his. Those tails could sense it, the need to fill their master with warmth.

A devious grin came across the kitsune. "Mmmmm yess....make yourself right at home, my darlings....OOOHHHH!!!" A loud moan escaped his muzzle, suddenly feeling those first two tails slither up his pucker and start to thrust in and out of him in a fast motion. As they did this, another set of pops happened from the growing kitsune, pressing his head into the wall as two more tails slithered out and also thrust themselves into his sensitive pucker, stretching his walls even more as he grew past 10 feet in size. The demon was getting awfully big in size, cramming up most of the small room as his large feet paws pushed and rubbed against the walls while he thrashed about on the floor. "Mmmmphh...yes!! O gods...this feels amazing!"

Ryan felt extremely dizzy in the back of his mind, almost as if drooling from all the pleasure sweeping over him. The last of the tails erupted from the demon's rump, snaking up between his legs to tie around his enlarged cock that already began to drench his fur in short bursts of pre. Kurama pounded that tip with hard thrusts to the ceiling above, chipping it away one at a time as his orgasm grew closer...and closer...and closer with each passing second. Ugghh...why..why does this feel...goood?

The demon snickered through its muzzle, lapping its chops as his long ears perked up. Haven't you figured it out yet, boy? On cue, the 5 tails rammed up his gave a thrust in full unison deep into his gut, making his eyes dilate with a roar of pleasure as a blast of thick seed erupted into the ceiling. Mmmmmph, this....this is what it means to embrace lust, power, and godhood. Haven't you always wanted to pleasure yourself so much that you feed yourself endless energy and grow to become an enormous horny god? Come on Ryan, heh heh! I can sense it in your memories...all those years of being fascinated with foxes in your games. And now look at you. Your one orgasm away from making that reality last forever.

Ryan was speechless in thought, enthralled by what Kurama spoke. All of it rang true, from the memories to dreams of something like this. He never thought for once it would happen, but staring down at his muscled fox body through those glistening red eyes of his new god, it was very real. The demon snickered to itself, sensing the will and resistance fading from the human. All he needed was one last push.

So what do you say, my boy? conjectured Kurama in his dark tone. Ready to embrace...the beast within?

No words were needed it seemed. Within seconds, the large vulpine muzzle nodded with a growing grin, sprawling his large muscled limbs to the side, his bloated cock in full view of his face pointing up to the ceiling. He was done fighting, resigned to his fate.

HAH HAH HAH, excellent Ryan! That's the spirit! Now then...let me show you what it means....to be a god.

The large orange tails swept about in view of its master, one each darting to a limb stretched out and coiling snuggly around the base. The fifth slithered back up that flexing pucker, making the demon moan out and murrle as the sixth and seventh coiled back around that red spire. Lastly, with wiggling feet paws rubbing into the wall, the final two tails snaked out to each of those black pads, stroking up and down in a growing frenzy like feathers tickling over his feet.

The Kurama demon roared in bliss, bucking his rump along the floor as his tails pleasured him off to new heights. Pictures fell from the walls and shelves toppled over in the room, the front wall breaking in pieces from those large paws pressing into them as the demon's orbs clenched tight below. In mere seconds, a deep howl left Ryan and Kurama's muzzle as he came hard, splattering out thick vulpine seed over the whole room and his new coat. His sunglasses dropped from his head from the violent flailing, the cracking sound of them shattering as one of his heavy thighs pancaked them into the carpet. Veins pulsed along that massive cock with each spurt, the tails working well together to squeeze that fat tender knot and milk out as much cum from the beast as it could, making him grow inch by inch with each orgasm he endured.

"Mmmmphh...huff..huff...HAH HAH HAH," chuckled the kitsune in a deep tone. His orange body had sprawled out through most of the broken apartment, nearly 13 feet in size now from all that lust energy fueling his sex drive. After several minutes of sheer sexual bliss, Kurama tossed his head back, murrling contemptly as his gripped his hefty member in a large paw and gave it a good rub over. "Mmmmm...now this, is a life I can enjoy, heh heh." The sticky seed coated over his paw pad, the gluey strands of goo caking over him as he rubbed it into his soft, thick coat. He'd been pent up for ages past, yearning for this moment to come when he could ascend back into his true form. But having a massive orgasm through a transformation? Psh...that was simply icing on the cake. "Heh, it's a good thing I was so lenient in taking control of your body, my boy," chuckled the demon as Ryan moaned in bliss, trapped in the confines of his mind as Kurama only filled it with heavenly thoughts and desires. "No sense in ridding all the fun out of my subject and host in a matter of seconds."

With shut eyes briefly, the kyubi let out a heavy sigh before rising to its massive clawed feet. The apartment was a mess now, and the demon had to literally squat with shuffling paws on all fours just manuever about without collapsing the whole structure. But it felt so good, reliving that primal element of wandering about like the horny animal he was, murrling with a low growl as that bloated tip brushed slowly along the messy carpet. The moment Kurama eyeballed the fridge with those red slit eyes, a loud gurgle erupted from below his gut as he gestured over it with his black pawpad.

"Mmmm...ergh I'm famished. Where do you keep your meals here, human?"

A lazy and low mumble came from Ryan's mind, almost as if it devolved slightly from the orgasmic feel was getting from that cock grinding into the carpet. After all, the kyubi made sure he still experienced everything it did, but on a magnified level. F-f-f....f-fridge....

The white door swung open from a simple fling of Kurama's paw, crouching down on a knee with a quick inspection of the inside. Ryan hadn't been to the store in almost a week since he left for the vacation trip, hence for the near empty fridge. A ziplock bag with a few pizza slices, a carton of eggs, a gallon of milk, and 2 Dr. Peppers weren't the most welcoming sight to hungry god. "Blegh...this is a paltry offering you know...," Kurama scowled with a slam of the door, watching it then drop off its hinges. "I need more meat," he said licking his chomps as his nosed sniffed the air. This apartment complex had plenty of people in the vicinity as he drew their scent in, all a mix of good and bad from the tainted air.

Hmmmm...why do I have an odd craving for this...pizza? HMPH! THAT'S RIGHT! I still share this boy's thoughts while I'm here, groaned the demon in his thoughts, rubbing a large paw over his muzzle as he shook it. Erghh...perfect. I guess that's "one" trade off in his favor...

Suddenly the kyubi's ears perked to full attention, a low sound wail coming off in the distance just north of the apartment. Peering out the tattered window, Kurama couldn't see anything that carried it...initially. But with each passing second, the sound started to get louder. Someone was coming...for them. A grin slowly grew over his muzzle, feeling his heart race with the thrill of the hunt on the horizon. "Heh heh, perfect. I so enjoy it when my entertainment comes to see me personally." The demon crawled its way to the back of the apartment, crushing the rest of Ryan's sofa with another step of his huge paw. He ran his palm carefully over the back wall, knowing a good punch would crumble it to pieces and provide a way out. "Tell me Ryan," conjectured Kurama to the immobilized human in his mind, as if making Ryan glance back at him. "Where can one find a place to acquire this...pizza?"

F-first street near p-park street, mumbled Ryan softly. It's about six blocks from here...

The demon chuckled, not really familiar with that terminology but slowly as his mind melded with Ryan's, everything of the real world began to make more sense to him. "I see. Then tonight my friend, we'll be having some takeout for dinner. However, I'll let you enjoy the pizza."

W-what? You said you were hungry though, m-master. Aren't you going to eat too?

A slow lick came across the demon's black lips, slurping that long tongue of his with a glance down at that hefty member still pulsing between his orange thighs, dripping out drop after drop of thick vulpine cream. Heh, trust me my boy. My hunger is of the different sort...