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The agony had finally stopped. He could tell that, even through the haze of the big ball of sedatives he had been trying this time around. As much as he ought to be used to his transformations by now, it had been all too tempting to try something new.

Just a few magical and pharmaceutical ingredients and he could just wake up in his new form, right..? That had been his thinking on the matter.

Alas, October's transformations were all too total. He couldn't transform in a flash, like many entities, nor could he even control it, getting only one form per world, but his transformations were uncommonly complete and total, his entire molecular structure actually shifting to truly become not some facsimile but the genuine article, indistinguishable to any inspection, magical or technological, whatever dramatic changes were required to facilitate this.

There apparently was just no hiding that kind of pain, so this time he'd merely been disoriented as well as in agony. He had been so out of it he was sure he had suffered cardiac arrest and then internally exploded, near the end, there.

So, scratch that idea. Seemed like that pain was his to suffer.

Well, time to take stock.

He groaned and flexed his paws, wait, what? He tried to move his paws in the way a Zoroark would, since that was what he surely was right now, but they wouldn't do it. They curled, instead, he thought...

He tried looking at that paw, expecting to see some mix of red and black, but the blurred, heavily medicated image his eyes were giving him was of a field of bold crimson. That couldn't be his paw.

Well, this was no good. He had a little magical potion, nearby, one meant to instantly clear out his system and render him sober. If he could just find the bloody thing when he couldn't see straight...

He moved his head and immediately started poking things with a long muzzle. Well, that was fairly typical. He started sniffing. He couldn't see anything well enough to identify the small potion bottle, but maybe... he started snuffling. He should have a Foxes sense of smell, right? That was generally useful in most forms that had it...

Surely enough, he was able to follow the now-strange scent of his own prior Flixard form towards the bottle. It was just lying on the ground, smartly left outside of his pack for when he needed it. Great.

Slowly and carefully, he brought his paws around to grab it. Missed. Oh crap, he was more physically disoriented than he had realised. The sedatives had been a bad idea, he was kind of helpless like this, he'd been keenly aware for some time...

He tried again and again to grasp the bottle, until suddenly, black tips followed by bright crimson flooded his vision from all angles. He got a fright and they suddenly retreated.

What in all the hells was THAT!? He nearly freaked out. Then winced and forced himself to focus. This was no time to be seeing weird things and even if he was, he had to use them. They could be some subconscious effect, is all. He was sure he wasn't some kind of squid monster...

Focussing again, he went after the bottle. The fields of crimson came in again and curled back in upon him, giving some sensation of dragging over the ground. He grasped the bottle in his paws, then bit off the stopper and greedily consumed the contents before he could lose his concentration.

His head began to clear at once as the detox potion took effect. He was immensely grateful for this. Sometimes it could be fun to be out of it, but often it was best to keep one's wits about them. Being alone in a forest was just such a time, even though he'd chosen this site very carefully for its relative isolation and lack of traffic.

Clarity returned as something of a relief, then as something of a horror.

No, this wasn't right at all. He tried to stand up, failed, fell on his behind and then forwards.

He saw his paws land. Long, crimson legs ending in feral paws...

...No.

He stared at his left forepaw, flexed it... it was real! Well, he wasn't a Zoroark... So much for knowing himself by now. So much for research and proceeding carefully with educated guesses, so much for his supposedly best planned and executed excursion to a world to date...

It didn't make any sense, though. He'd been to many, many worlds and he was sure he had detected patterns in what he became. He was generally something dark and subtle, generally lithe, generally stealthy, usually vulpine where such was available. All the signs had pointed to Zoroark, he was sure. He had been smugly sure, when he had been discussing his plan with Silver, over the last few weeks.

Yet that fundamental assumption, so critical to his plans, appeared to be wrong. Zoroark did not have paws like that. Zoroark stood on two legs. What was he..?

He sat up again, stumbling before he found his rump and almost rocking backwards, losing balance almost immediately and starting to pitch backwards before he managed to claw at the ground and stop himself. What in the world..?

He looked back over his shoulder to see at once what was wrong with his weight distribution.

His field of vision was practically filled with tails, long, crimson tails, tipped with black. The longest, in the middle had to be nearly seven feet long, the shortest, on the outside, just over three. Three, three, three, nine... Nine tails.

October paused, his eyes going glassy, his head slowly relaxing, silently thinking.

No, this didn't make any sense. This wasn't him. This couldn't be him.

Zoroark was closer to his most common form, after all and axiomatically, it made sense that he was a Zoroark, those given in this world to freedom and chaos, not one of these admittedly beautiful authorities..! ...No, no, he couldn't be a Ninetales... Not him. Not October, he who had entered the lexicon of some worlds as a source of mischief and disorder...

Yet as he looked over himself he saw a slim, yet long and resplendently furred form. Nine long, beautiful tails twitching softly with his uncertainty in varying, different degrees, each one moving slightly differently to the others. That was a dizzying thought on his own, how was he doing all that? He'd had many forms with many different reflexes before, but he was surprised he wasn't overwhelmed, by these, in terms of his nervous system. He could feel each of them, after all. How could they all move so casually and all feel so naturally a part of him?

They were part of him, after all. That was his butt that was heavy with their combined tailbases. A quick sum in his head told him that he had about forty feet of tail back there and it had to compose most of his physical volume, even if it was nearly all fur...

That colour, though, that colour... crimson? That was like no Ninetales October had ever observed. He had been unusual colourations before, but they usually made some internal sense to the world. What sense did a crimson Ninetales make? Was he even a Ninetales? He looked over himself, looking every bit the part... From the long limbs to to the sweeping, furred curves and smooth angles... A healthy sized, external sheath and big, fluffy crimson balls. He was a Ninetales, alright.

How was he a Ninetales? He felt dizzy. He wasn't a creature of order, he had never been. He was a chaotic thing. Of all the various Fox-types on this world, this seemed the least likely. Something like him couldn't be a Ninetales, no matter how much he admired them...

Yet here he was. Nine tailed and resplendent... and feeling so very, very warm.

"Oooooh, noooo..!" he wailed suddenly, his voice feeling strange in this new and unexpected form, tighter throat, perhaps.

He looked over to his waiting pack then around at the beautiful forest. One of the few spots in the treeline at the Northern edge of Berry Valley which didn't come under much observation. The pack full of three days supply was designed for a Zoroark and meant to imitate the possessions of a typically 'civilised' Pokemon of this place and time. It was completely useless. This position, which he'd carefully chosen to quickly and hopefully unnoticed, enter the township, was no good to him.

He couldn't enter Berry Valley looking like this. He would cause a big fuss anywhere in civilised lands, looking like such a lost and infamous type of Pokemon. Fuss that was reserved for another, particular Ninetales which had caught his interest above, perhaps, all other beings in the universe at present, one he had decided to commemorate in story.

No, his very being here at all was a risk, now. Nothing, certainly not word of another Ninetales in the north of the continent, could threaten the course of events to come.

He looked sadly at his pack and pricked his ears up to the air.

He could hear it, the sound of raised Pokemon voices from the town just over the horizon. Sensitive vulpine ears fancied he could hear the sound of Berry Valley's citizens preparing for an evening of merriment and the faint beatings of the Drum Bar, a place of hedonism where the Rescuers of the town went to unwind each day. It had featured heavily in his plans. He had thought this all through so carefully...

Now that plan was all useless. His tails thrashed in the air unhappily behind him.

He stood up, stretching his legs. He almost stumbled. He had been a quadruped before and various other configurations, but they rarely agreed with him for long. This one was particularly unusual. Those tails were heavier than they looked.

He frowned and looked back up to the horizon, his ears fixing upon those distant noises.

He was so tempted, anyway. Wasn't he the impulsive sort..? Just a short walk and he'd be there, amongst the township he'd studied so intently through his huge scrying orb. Amongst the bronze-age Pokemon culture he'd studied so carefully. Amongst the Rescuers of Berry Valley, meeting Sear and Arlia and Sull and so many others, in person, at last... Later, he'd even get to meet Verrin and Waxell..!

He took a few steps closer, just a few, stumbling steps on his unfamiliar, quadrupedal legs and with his lack of balance and he knew that he could not.

This adventure was a bust.

He was a Ninetales. How surprising, how exciting and how wonderfully, wonderfully useless.

He sat down with an unhappy huffing grunt, which became a whine. He looked down at the ground.

He decided to leave the pack for whomever might find it. Knowing what would eventually happen here, he imagined it might find some use.

"Fucktopolis," he said, sadly, then all of it, Berry Valley's forests and the whole wider world it was part of, disappeared gradually from view as reality folded inside out around him and he returned to the familiar sliding brass panels and floating ethereal lights of the planar gate room with a sad sigh.

A Ninetales, he was a Ninetales.

Of all the bloody things... He paused and snerked a little in humour at that. He was even blood-coloured! Perhaps the multiverse itself was playing a little trick upon him...

Well, sucks to be the multiverse, because he didn't learn his lessons.

Standing up, he started making his unsteady way out of the Planar Gate Room, towards the relatively mundane looking exit to the Tower of Tragedy proper. His back end hung low all the way, skittering to one side or the other as he tried to compensate with his tails... though they ever seemed to want to do their own thing, as well.

Yes, he was an ungainly, graceless creature as he stumbled out onto the stairway, turned left and began to ascend. At least it was a bit easier to balance on the stairs. Kind of. Those tails were still not doing a thing he wanted and everything they weren't supposed to, as far as he could tell.

He suddenly had a new respect for Verrin; After all, how did such a creature MANAGE!? The things seemed to have a mind of their own, after all and perhaps they were a bit like the tentacles of some creature, with some level of autonomous control... It was an interesting discovery, a curious new perspective on the being he had admired so much to know that he had done all he had done and looked so cool doing it whilst dealing with all of... THIS.

October stumbled again and sighed. His long Ninetales legs didn't help by nearly getting tangled. He grumbled at himself. It was going to be a long way up the stairs. He hoped he had figured out walking properly before he ran into Silver...

He was half tempted to sit here and wait for his transformation to begin again and have discarded this Ninetales form in favour of the Flixard form he took around Silver before confronting his Dragon mate. It would be less embarrassing...

...but he was done with being patient. He had done weeks of patience, preparing for that trip! He was fresh out..!

He made it back up to the bedroom with a huffing groan, "Silver! I'm home..!" he declared as he came to the bedroom.

Yet, nothing. He was alone.

Oh, of course, of course, Silver had been telling him he was going somewhere whilst he took this little trip. October had told him he might be away for some time and after a little bit of tension, Silver had told him he'd be making his own arrangements. Then October had gotten caught up in teasing the Dragon over his pout, accused him of still being sore over their last adventure. He had been joking, of course, Silver couldn't have been that upset over a LITTLE Police chase...

Well, that was that, then, he was on his own, he gave a little groan.

Then he gave a bigger groan. As long as he remained at home, alone, his transformative changes wouldn't come. Unless he could bring himself to go back downstairs and go somewhere else, he was stuck like this.

Well, maybe he would. Later.

Bed was right there.

Stumbling across the wide open room, festooned with its many ornaments and mementos and weapons and keepsakes of a thousand adventures, mixed with the debris of what little domestic life he and Silver had lived here, all in a chaotic jumble, he eventually made it to the large double bed in the middle of everything and dragged himself upon it.

He lay down with a grateful huff, glad for some comfort and familiarity.

Actually, he was VERY comfortable. Having thick, soft, fluffy fur and no shortage of warmth (which his Flixard form lacked in the plenty!) and in his comfortable bed, flopping down he found he just had to spread languorously across the duvet, spreading out, his many-limbed body consuming the space as he sprawled.

Oh, this was very nice...

He had to admit, for all the awkwardness in parts, this form did overall feel very inherently luxurious... part of him, quite perversely, for the filthy things he occasionally became, was delighting in it, too, in being something nice and fine, himself, for once...

He stroked one forepaw against a foreleg... and it just felt nice. The fur so fine his paw-pad slid more easily than across skin... whilst feeling so soft and warm...

Quite naturally, he brought his forepaws forwards, having to curl forwards to be able to properly reach at himself... a peculiar limit of motion easily compensated for, it seemed, by a stronger and more flexible torso...

He slid his paws over his hips and softly gasped at the thicker fur, there. Stroked his fine and luxurious self and growled warmly at the sensation.

Yes, this was an unusual configuration, but it felt good. He'd literally never felt so warm or comfortable. If all he ever did was laze around, this would be a great form to do it in.

Of course, this light self-contact had natural consequences, ones that apparently lead to even greater warmth... if more localised. It was about then that his eyes, now handily close by, found what lay between a Ninetales legs.

"Oh my," October couldn't help but say aloud, looking closer at what was apparently his... It was healthy in size, now that he looked at it closely... and those big red balls...

He often assumed the form of slight things, like Elves. Oftentimes those didn't come with heavy equipment, so to speak. This was different. Distinctly different. External balls weren't always his preference, given the inherent advantages of protection... but it was hard to argue with these hefty things...

...and that sheath. Even looking at it, it throbbed with its growing contents... swelling powerfully, with a burning, hot-blooded excitement boiling up within him with a growing force... Okay, that was good. This felt right, almost too right... he felt wonderful... He felt his muzzle twitch as his big, sharp, dangerous-feeling fangs revealed themselves...

Hot blooded, indeed! The libido of a Ninetales felt like it might finally match his irrepressably dominant drive! ...He really wanted to try that out on someone...

...Damn, he was horny. He frowned. Of course, that was his own fault. He had been 'saving up' for the trip. There was no guarantee he'd get laid on his first night out in a new scene, of course, he rarely did, in fact. That was just more motivation to get it right, later. Of course, now he wasn't saving up for anything... now it was all just part of the wasted effort...

Huffing, he relaxed himself and moved away from the prominent particular parts and sighed. How ridiculous. His big red balls were blue, making of themselves a metaphor for this whole potential adventure. This whole, massive waste of time...

He sighed and closed his eyes, imagining what might have been. It came easily. Very easily. The images sharp and clear in his mind even as he briefly thought of potential scenes within the drum-bar and the erotic potential, thereafter, thoughts of lewd moments with several Pokemon... For a second, he could even feel himself holding someone's arms back, a Zangoose's, as he thrust forward into her-

He gasped and blinked, rising slightly as he came back to reality. That was odd. That was... intense. He had an active imagination in most forms but that was something... extra. It wasn't the only odd feeling, too. One of his tails, the... third from the left, which he duly designated 'third,' had a bit of an odd sensation about it, like a relaxing muscle after a pleasant exercise, though the sensation certainly wasn't in muscle, it was more like... some extra layer? Was it Pokemon Aura? Had he been working an illusion upon himself..?

Yet some of the pleasure still felt so very real..! There was still a soft, pumping caress, even now, so it seemed...

Yes. Very real. In fact, he was sure he detected motion under the duvet. He quickly pulled it away.

Now there was a sight that took a moment to process. There was a thick crimson black-tipped length... of floof. It was corkscrewed... around something. Something shiny and black...

Oh, holy fuck, was that his cock..? That was... He swallowed. That was big. Without being prompted, the tail that held it drew back and presented it...

It was quite girthy... and tapered, like a stake... It was shiny and black and it glistened from its narrow root to the beginnings of a very chunky two-knobbed knot to its pointed tip... It was largely smooth, but for veins and every inch of it looked prone to penetrate...

"Oh, my, hello," he said softly, as his cock stared him in the face.

The tail still coiled about the base of the thing stroked again at his base, the very same tail, he suddenly managed to guess, that had stroked and freed the thing from its sheath whilst he had been briefly out of it... fast work...

He traced the tail back to its root. It was fourth from the left. He called it, 'fourth.' It unashamedly coiled itself about that prominent length, again and started stroking his cock, again, applying incredibly soft Fox fur to incredibly sensitive Fox flesh...

October groaned and flopped back, letting it work for the moment, again, feeling that hot Ninetales blood surge, within him... oh, this was all good...

Except it wasn't! He frowned, concentrated and stopped fourth tail from doing what it was doing. It stopped. Good. He DID have some conscious control over it. If only when he was concentrating directly upon it. Oh dear... that could be troublesome if they were all like that...

He glanced at the rest, which were all resting or twitching in their own, individual ways. "Hmmm," he said aloud, "This could get confusing. I'm just going to ignore you all, okay..?" His tails all twitched and curled. He blinked. He could have sworn that reaction looked rebellious. That wasn't possible, right? These were just limbs, part of him, even if they did the whole special powers thing!

He had no idea how wrong he was, nor would he, for some time. Little did he know, then...

Of course his first tip that something was wrong with that thesis was when fourth started stroking him, again, then his mind was briefly assailed with erotic images, once more... he huffed and groaned, flopping back. Other tails twitched... the images in his mind became alternately more pleasant... warmer or sunnier or suddenly darker... more brutal and graphic, then there was a brief appearance by a marching band, which suddenly floated into the air, before he woke back up into reality from those disjointed, realistic images and found himself panting quite rapidly!

Fourth tail was pumping his cock and the peak of pleasure was building up, the panting was his pleasured gasping as he lay there, stroking himself. "What the..?" he just about managed to gasp.

"What? What!" gasped October, "No! Rrrf! Everything's gone, ah! WRONG and ah! ah! ah! I'm not going to sit here and masturbate..!"

Fourth tail suddenly stopped and he immediately regretted saying that. He groaned out loud as his cock throbbed, almost painfully, practically screaming out for just that little bit more attention, the sensations of pleasure buzzing through October's body, making him squirm...

"Urf..." was all he managed to say at first, before announcing out loud, "No, no, no. I'm not resorting to this just because Plan A, failed. I'll go do something else, be something else and-"

Suddenly fourth tail was stroking him again.

Suddenly a very different image was in his mind. It was almost exactly the same as this scene, right now. Except he was fully on his back and the lights were lower... and he wasn't alone...

The other Ninetales on top of him was smaller and slighter... and cute, he had to admit... and... pink!? He blinked and stared up at its blue eyes. It smiled back at him, a saccharine sweet and friendly smile that looked kind.

It pumped its hips and ground its smaller shaft over his own, frotting Ninetales shaft against Ninetales shaft. It was smaller, but it still felt so good... that tapered, swelling shape, there was something about it it, like when he laid eyes on a really good sword and knew that was the one... and wanted to play with it.

"...but no..!" he gasped, before melting completely into a groan, briefly, feeling that slim, pink Ninetales grind down against him, pressing its body against his own, lovingly...

October huffed, softly, a deep warm breath matched by the other. He was about to protest further when he felt slimmer Ninetales paws find his own, forelegs matching and resting against each other as the other pressed its prettier, girlier face against his own, such that their foreheads and noses softly touched and his own, black-on-green eyes stared deeply into those glowing, blue pools... deep... like an underlit lagoon...

The soft grinding of the hips and the pleasant feel of hot cock upon hot cock made him gasp, as for a moment, serenity and happiness itself embraced him.

He pushed it away, suddenly, shouting, "Hey! I don't get under anyone..! Certainly not the likes of an... admittedly cute, but definitely..." he frowned, in confusion, just what exactly was he looking at? Was he really looking at anything? Was he talking to himself? That couldn't be part of him and yet...

Yes, of course he was! He blinked and was again, back in reality. That tail was still around his cock, though around IT was wrapped third tail. That was...

"Grrrf..! I'm not going to sit here and be a wanker, however magical you all ar-ahr-aaaaahh..!" he gasped as another tail made its presence known, laying heavily across the top of his cock. The largest one, the middle. Fifth.

He was plunged back into to the dream world.

He was being held down again, but not so pleasantly, yet not so indignantly. Though their paws were still matched, it was in a position of strength, set to wrestle. The huge Ninetales above him was rippling as if in an unseen breeze, the fur flowing to seem golden on the surface, but under the surface, going through the spectra of deep oranges and reds, down to darkness... It had eyes of deeply molten gold...

It rubbed its bigger shaft against his, powerfully, looking prideful as it did, meeting his eyes directly, an unmatched spirit of competition in its eyes, a burning desire to prove itself to him on equal terms...

Yet looking up at that ferocious spirit of fire, for just a moment, he found himself blushing and flushing with heat, feeling funny in a way that he generally... did not. This creature was magnificent...

He blinked again. Reality. Okay. THAT was weird. Okay, these tails were really freaking him out... or he was freaking himself out, or whatever... Just, no, no, no, no, no, he didn't get submissive urges, things were going badly wrong!

Time and time again, in form after form, world after world, he had always proven himself the dominant, even when he had a handicap. He growled. Why would this form of all forms have to give him weird thoughts to the contrary?

He panted and huffed, saw his view shimmer... the air around him was very hot. HE was very hot. Especially... he glanced at his throbbing cock and physically trembled with the pleasurable tension still radiating from it...

"Dammit, stop it, we're done! I'm done..!" gasped October.

They were not. He physically felt his power surge, without him and suddenly he was back under...

...both Ninetales, this time. Then leant down at him from either side, pressing their hips all together to bring all three shafts together at once, in a veritable tangle of tails and hindlegs, behind, that seemed at once logistically difficult and extremely pleasant and comfortable.

Especially when both Ninetales began to grind their chunky, feral shafts together with his... Oh, that was very fine... very nice...

Those eyes bore down on his, bold and friendly, coaxing him to go along with the act... Paws gripped at one another, forming a loose ring between them... October gasped in pleasure...

Suddenly another Ninetales jumped in from the right of his vision. It was far smaller, darker - actually being all-black - than the other Ninetales and lean, but it looked meaner than the other two by far, with glowing red eyes. Angrily, it shoved at the other two Ninetales, forcibly wrestling the group apart whilst growling, glaring at the other two. Somehow, October wasn't sure how, he got the impression that it shared his own concerns... Partly, now he thought about it, from the look of indignation that he was feeling that it was wearing...

Yet in moments, the smaller black Ninetales was being wrestled down by the other two, the bigger, hotter one doing so with an amused smirk whilst the pink one bound its lower half with hugs.

Then he caught more movement in the corner of his eyes. There were more, weird figures, more strange Ninetales. One was small, dark red, with a sly smile; next to it, another, olive green with a serene smile... Then, next to that, he saw the transparent shimmer and fixed his attention upon it, suspiciously, now ignoring the wrestling going on atop him.

That one... he was sure that one was responsible for all this, somehow... When you stared at it, through its translucency, when you caught its profile, its expression was the most sly smirk of all in the room...

"Alright," gasped October, "That's quite enough of this!"

'I agree,' said a voice in his head. He briefly glanced at a purple Ninetales, looking less spirited than the rest. It's deep, large black eyes seemed to glow and suddenly the scene was no more.

October woke, gasping again, feeling the tangle of his tails yank at each other as they all tugged and struggled to be free of the grand knot they had made of themselves about his cock. He took one look at the mess and decided to leave his tails to it. He wasn't sure what had happened there, but he was sure that they deserved it.

...or perhaps he did. Whatever.

"Dammit..! I have GOT to get off..!" gasped October, finally admitting it to himself.

The tails twitched, some of them as if to respond to his wishes.

"NO!" declared October, at his tails, himself, whatever, "No more weird tail stuff for now! I'll deal with this..."

He glanced at his cock, then at his feral forepaws. "...Myself," he concluded, uncertainly.

Damn. Even if he had conceded to having to do this... to himself... he wasn't sure he was going to go about it...

He reached down uncertainly and tried grasping his cock... Hmmm... his pawpads didn't feel so bad at all, nor the short fur upon his paws... He tried stroking... Then winced. Claws.

He had wickedly sharp claws... he was sure they were sheathable, since Foxes shared that trait with Cats, but it wasn't like he knew how to do that. Didn't know if he COULD retract them, when he was all... hotted up and panting, like this..!

He struggled to come to some grasp or other so that he could stroke himself, but each time, the same problem; Either a lack of grip because of a lack of thumbs or pointy, SHARP claws... October groaned... growled... flopped back...

He was sure he could get the trick to it, given time. He just wasn't used to having paws. These felt more nimble than other feral paws he'd had before, but right now, he just hadn't practised their dexterity... It wasn't going to work..!

Fourth tail crept over his cock, again, suggestively.

October growled, uncertainly. Fourth tail wrapped itself about his cock, anyway... and though it tried to hide itself, moving by twitch of reflex, third came too. October frowned, but couldn't quite stop himself... or whatever.

The slim, pink Ninetales was leaning over him again, but this time, he wasn't pinning him. He was positioned lower down... in front of October's protruding cock. Looking into his eyes, with deep desire, then down at that cock, with growing hunger.

October felt uncomfortable. Though he didn't want to admit it, that Ninetales kind of looked like he did, if a bit slighter. Even if that was because of a lack of reference, October having studied many from afar, but met no Ninetales in person, perhaps... He didn't want to see himself going down on a dick, that wasn't how he-

October's pink image totally went down on that dick, an extra long and nimble tongue quickly pulling that member into its sweet and waiting (and deliciously hot!) maw to lovingly embrace it in a personal (and warm!) kiss... Then taking it in, making a high, soft growl that was more akin to a purr, the vibrations rattling pleasantly along that thickening length...

October woke up again, without having to fight for it...

Again, he was pleasured, again, feeling not so far from orgasm, again, he was panting with that pleasure...

He blinked and looked down at fourth, it wasn't stroking him, but it still held that cock... pointed right at his face.

He stared in confusion... then in the desire to still be in confusion, because he realised at once where he was apparently going with this... or the tail was... or this blue balled Ninetales fever dream or whatever it was... going with this...

"No, wait," he said, aloud, "I don't suck-"

"Cooooock...~" he gasped in musical pleasure as he was briefly plunged back into the world where he was getting blown, quite enthusiastically, before coming back to reality, panting.

He was huffing for breath, feeling slightly weak when he was back there again, with fourth over, atop him, except this time, much further up.

Much further up. The pink Ninetales' light pink cock was presented right before his face, looking impressive despite its thinner, rapier-like proportions... Graceful, pretty... October glanced up, starting to feel his indignance swell, but saw no mockery, no one-upmanship in those blue, friendly eyes... Nothing to be angry at.

He glanced back down at that cock, before his muzzle... It was pretty. Okay, perhaps he could admit to himself that Ninetales dick was probably about the prettiest and most attractive of all. You know, as far as dicks went...

He felt the tip of that hot, slim, pointed cock boop his nose and as he blinked in surprise, he woke up.

He was still panting, still staring at his cock, which once again, had been stroked to a near peak...

"Alright," said sighed in resignation, "Alright, we're doing this. I'M... doing this," he quickly corrected himself.

They were going to fix this and he was NOT going to go crazy. He also made a mental note not to get too blue-balled if he ever did this Ninetales stuff again, in future.

He sighed, heavily and hotly, then paused. Hmmmph. He felt that hot breath on his cock... and it did feel nice... really nice...

He leant in closer. He leant in closer to the threatening thing between his legs. It was pointed, throbbing and much larger than when he had started. The magic of feral cock, he supposed... They got bigger.

It was a threatening thing, he thought, leaning in ever closer to that powerful looking cock, breathing in his own, heady musk... It was a threatening thing that was his.

He lapped it with his tongue and groaned in pleasure.

Wow, this was easy, he thought. Last time he'd been tempted to try something like this, out of curiosity, he had gotten twisted up in a ridiculous position and it had kind of hurt... Now, he was flexible enough to do it with ease!

He could do it, he would do it, he could, he would. He was a big brave Fox, now, right..?

He took his own cock into his maw, very carefully, wary of forty-two predator's teeth in a narrow confine...

...but then that heat hit his dick and he couldn't help but push his hips forwards...

He gasped at his own thrust, as if it were a surprise and then groaned over his own cock in the pleasure of his own warmth...

Okay. That was ok-

He nicked himself lightly on a fang and whimpered, sharply! Ow! Not okay! That was something to be careful of..!

He gasped and whimpered, wondering who ever thought it was a good idea to use a Fox muzzle for oral. Of course, he didn't wonder for long. He needed to cram more of himself into that hot, tight muzzle and quickly, because he really, really wanted to get off and that foxmuzzle was frankly in line to get it, whomever it belonged to!

With ungainly, awkward motions, occasionally interrupted by whimpers as he brushed against his fangs, October began to fuck his own muzzle, whilst doing his best to angle that muzzle to take that thickening taper, which bulged his chops outwards, each time...

It was fair to say that however far and wide he had been, however transferrable and universal a skillset he'd tried to build along the way, there was nothing in October's experience that quite prepared him for fucking his own face as a Ninetales.

As he continued filling his hot maw with hot cock, having more and more trouble handling his own girth, with it widening as it got deeper, October thought he was doing well.

Well, it felt great, anyway, he admitted, to himself... He could see why someone would want to fuck THIS maw, if the owner knew how to use it, anyways... and...

Well, he didn't want to admit that... he thrust away a while, trying not to think it...

Until fourth tail tickled his balls, briefly, threateningly... It could have been a coincidence...

...but he had to admit to himself, again, that he kind of just liked Ninetales dick. That his dick was a Ninetales dick didn't just make this acceptable... it made it better... good, even...

Fuck, this was hot. He was hot. His cock was hot. His maw was hot. Actually, everything was just really fucking hot..!

He briefly got an image in his head of pink forepaws resting on the back of his head and pushing him with a playful giggle and a soft sigh...

He woke to his own knot being jammed in his maw. His eyes widened, then rolled back as his cock, trapped in the crushing tightness and warm wetness of his maw, that knot bulging, trapped behind his excitingly dangerous fangs...

October shrieked in pleasure as explosive waves erupted from his cock, wracking through his entire body in a more hot and explosive manner than any orgasm had ever hit him, before! Then that yowl quickly turned into a gurgle, as those heavy balls apparently took their turn to show their stuff.

Eyes going even wider, October tried to struggle and pull away as his own seed filled him faster than he could swallow and spilled from the corners of his maw, but he was a closed circle, right now! He was stuck in this position, balled up in his own pleasure and unable to do more than twitch and suffer at the hands of his own incredible climax..!

Whimpering and gasping and cumming all the while, watching seed spill into the bedsheets, onto himself, knowing at once that he'd never clean it up himself and at that moment, too wracked with explosive pleasure to even care, October thanked himself and cursed himself.

Whining indignantly and gargling, October barely began to get to know the new him. It was going to be an interesting road and yet this first step had been so very, very interesting...