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He never thought that something as mundane as a thrift shop buried so deep in the city that they never got any customers would be the place that would change his life... of course, Nightfox had been wrong before. The young anthro-fox couldn't help himself though; he had been wandering the city all day. As the sun set that afternoon, he had found himself traveling alleyways further and further down the dusky streets until at last Nightfox found himself in front of Hidden Treasures.

"A thrift shop to fulfill all of your fantasies... comes inside and find the treasure that you have been seeking," his voice rang out in the silence as he read the sign hanging on the door. The store was so dimly lit from the inside that he would have thought it to be closed had the Open sign (Which was actually only flashing the word Open) not been lit in a red luminescence. For a moment, he hesitated-the place looked to be set straight out of one of those strange movies... perhaps like the shop in Gremlins? Still, he couldn't help himself... as he pushed the door open, he heard the soft tinkling of bells ringing through the shop. The fox's head instantly twisted to the clerk's counter-a 'hello' was half-formed on his lips, but he only caught a glimpse of who was running the register before they disappeared behind a beaded curtain into the back room of the shop.

He took a moment to shrug, and then simply started browsing. The lighting was dim, and there was dust on some of the items on display... but there was something so charming about the little shop that he couldn't seem to help the grin that spread across his lips. He couldn't believe he'd found it, but now that he had? He was stoked and determined to find something to purchase.

"Hmmm..." He let his fingers dart out and picked up a jeweled container. For a moment, Nightfox twisted it around in his hands, and then shook his head, placing it back on the shelf. Too tacky-what would he do with it? Browsing down the shelves, he picked up and then discarded quite a few more items in much the same manner; either they were too tacky, not useful, too large, the wrong color... it was as though something was pulling him further and further towards the back of the store. Finally, he came to the back wall -- it seemed to be filled with statues and figures. One brow arched in interested, and as he started to reach out for the tiger statue in front of him, something from the corner of the shelves caught his eye and stole his breath away. His hands instantly stopped reaching, and he took three long strides in what was a near run so that he could examine it more closely.

The black fox had honestly never seen anything more beautifully crafted in his entire life. The statue was about two feet tall, and made of perfect ebony stone, with red jewels for eyes. He could tell by the grooves and details that it was a beautiful creature-a fox with nine tails. He'd never seen anything so entrancing in his entire life. The fox stood nude and proud... and it seemed more life-like than anything else in the store. Nightfox stretched his hands out and made to take hold of the statue-however, a voice from behind him stopped him mid-grab.

"Are you sure that you want to purchase that particular statue?" The voice from behind him didn't sound like anything that he would have expected-the fox actually jumped slightly, so that his fingers barely brushed the onyx of the statue before he turned around. Before him was a woman in a tight red dress --gold dragon style patterns ran along the sides of it... and her crimson hair was done up in a bun. He couldn't tell exactly what species she was -- she had feline features... but...

Nightfox shook his head quickly; it didn't matter. All that he wanted was to purchase the statue. He could almost feel it pulsing behind him now, as though it had been what had brought him to the store all along. He knew that he had to have it, no matter what the cost.

"I...I..." The anthro-fox found himself stumbling over his own words, but after a moment, he managed to pull himself together. "Yes, I would like to buy the statue.... is that a problem?" He didn't ask to be a smartass-on the contrary; his heart sank at the very prospect of being unable to buy the statue.

For a moment, the shop owner looked between the boy and the statue behind him. Purple hues then concentrated fully on the nine-tailed fox, and a slow smile spread across her crimson lips. "Today is your lucky day, pup." She gave a grin and stepped forward-taking hold of the statue, she then held it out to him with one hand. "Take it, it's yours."

Nightfox was in disbelief-was this really happening? His hands were shaky as they stretched out to take hold of the fox... and as soon as his fingers clasped around the dark onyx, he felt his entire body hum for a moment as though he was touching a livewire. His eyes widened, and he looked up at the woman in front of him. She was still grinning, and for a moment she held the statue between them, "You might find more than what you were looking for." She released the fox and tilted her head, winking. "Have a good day."

And before Nightfox could so much as thank her, she disappeared between the aisles.

He stepped forward, trying to catch up to her... to ask why she'd even asked him the question in the first place, but when he came to the counter, she was nowhere to be seen. For a moment, he let his gaze drop down to the statue in his hands. Though she had held it with ease, it was heavy to him-it had real weight to it that he couldn't understand. The eyes glittered with their ruby gems as though they were truly alive. Everything about it seemed to life-like that he half expected it to reach up and take hold of him... he couldn't shake the feeling. Perhaps that was what had drawn him to it to begin with? Nightfox wasn't sure, and in truth, he didn't care. At that moment, all that he could think of was getting the statue home and finding the perfect place to put it.

With that thought, he quickly exited the store-he didn't hear the soft and sultry laughter of the woman as she watched him go, purple hues glittering in excitement at what was to come.

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Though it felt as though he had been wandering the streets for hours, Nightfox found that he made the trip home in record time. He locked the door carefully behind him, hugging the statue almost protectively to his chest. Finally, he managed to make it into his living room -- above the fireplace, there was an empty spot. On his mantel, looking over the house... somewhere that he would always see it. The anthro-fox could only imagine that this would be the perfect place for the statue to rest. He reluctantly set the statue aside and turned his attention to the fireplace.

Nightfox wanted everything to be perfect.

It didn't take him long at all to build up a roaring fire. As he picked the statue up again, the flames winked in the eyes of the statue... the gems truly seemed alive. Though he had meant to simply put it on the mantel... he found that he couldn't let go of it. The humming from before was squeezing at every nerve in his body, so that he couldn't even open his fingers. Those eyes seemed to stare at him, and the firelight reflecting in them almost seemed to lick out from the gems.

As Nightfox watched, it seemed as though some great orange beast curled up and out of the eyes, feeding from the firelight, until standing before him was the nine-tailed fox from the statue. Its colors were vibrant, its eyes focused on him. His tails swirled around him in a near frenzy-Nightfox nearly dropped the statue in shock.

"How is this happening?"

He breathed the words out before he realized that he was even uttering his thoughts aloud. However, the fox before him seemed all too keen on answering. His voice was a deep timbre, and one clawed hand stretched out to the young anthro-fox as he uttered his words, "I've been waiting for you, Nightfox."

Nightfox felt his eyes widen, and his entire body recoiled-the statue slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground. It didn't seem to bother the creature that was solidifying before him now... such a great presence... his fur was so bright that he was putting the fire behind him to shame. For a minute, the young anthro wondered if he were imagining things-had he somehow gone to sleep? This had to be a dream... the great and powerful creature that stood before him couldn't possibly be real, could it?

Still, the power radiating from the creature felt real... the warmth of his breath playing against the anthro's face couldn't have been imagined. Everything about the situation was telling Nightfox that this was reality, that it was really happening. He just didn't know how to accept it. The most that he could do was stutter out a response to the nine-tail's previous statement.

"W-what do you mean, you've been waiting for me? How do you know my name?"

The fox tilted his head-his crimson gaze seemed all the brighter from the black lines around his eyes. For a moment, Nightfox wondered if he would be answered. Finally, the black lined lips opened, and the words that spilled from the left Nightfox floored. "I want you to be my mate... I can see it in your soul, that you are destined for me... to be the female that I have been waiting for..."

Female?

Nightfox's jaw actually dropped slightly. What in the world was this creature talking about? He ignored the fact that he, too, had felt drawn to the statue... that he had felt a compulsion to purchase it so strong that it had ruled over any other reasoning that he might have had. At the moment, he couldn't think of anything other than the proposition that had been presented to him, and how strange it truly was.

"A female? I... you must be mistaken. I'm... well..." Nightfox looked down to the slight bulge that showed at his crotch-obvious proof of the fact that he was exactly the opposite of what the Nine-Tails had spoken of. That black lined mouth, however, quirked into a kind smile. One clawed hand stretched out, caressing Nightfox's cheek before he had time to pull away.

"There is no mistake... I can change you into what you were always meant to be. I can make you my lover... my mate..." His great hand cupped Nightfox's face now, and the heat radiating from him was enough to lull the young anthro into a soft haze. "You were meant to be mine... and if you will allow it, I will make sure that you stay that way forever."

That moment was a perfect picture-the young black anthro stood with his neck craned so that he could stare into the soft, crimson eyes of the larger orange fox... the firelight flickered behind them, casting showed across the room in a dance. Nightfox felt a slight tremor rocking through his body-felt his knees give a small wobble... felt his heart racing hard and fast in his chest. He wasn't sure what to do-he wasn't sure of anything, really, other than the fact that he was being offered something that most people would never even fathom in their lifetime, let alone have the opportunity to experience.

"I don't know..." He couldn't help it-the worry and fear that he felt at the suddenness of the entire situation spilled out in his voice. Nightfox couldn't help himself... he was shaking -- he was both frightened and excited at the prospect of everything that was being offered to him. He didn't know what to do...

The Nine-Tails took a small step forward. Nightfox felt strong arms wrapping around him, and before he had a chance to really realize what was happening, the Nine-Tails had pulled him against his chest, hugging him in a gentle and comforting manner. The young anthro felt himself nearly melting in that embrace-he'd never felt anything so perfect in all his life... he'd never felt so home before. Slowly, his shivering stopped-his heart rate slowed... he felt as though he were floating in a warm bath-it was the most amazing feeling that he had ever experienced. It was that realization that caused him to come to a sudden realization.

"I could have this forever?" Nightfox's voice was small, so soft that he wondered if the Nine-Tails could hear him over the rumbling of his chest. However, that rumbling grew louder for a moment, and then he was given an answer in one soft word.

"Yes..."

Suddenly, there was no question -- there was no decision. There was only the answer that had been there all along, from the first moment that he had felt the pull to find the store, to discover the statue. Nightfox lifted his head up from the massive chest of the orange fox and gave a small nod. "Please... let me have this forever?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt the warmth that was encompassing his body begin to change. Every cell that he possessed felt as though it were tingling, nearly vibrating. Nightfox felt as though he were touching a livewire that was sending a low pulse of electricity throughout his entire frame-his nerve endings were dancing. For a moment, the young anthro wondered if he was simply going to pulse apart and be left as a puddle on the ground.

What began to happen, however, was nothing like that. He saw what was almost a liquid ripple on his fur... it was the same orange as the fur that was obscuring his vision. His eyes widened-though the Nine-tails had spoken of what would happen, to watch it was still such a shock. He turned so that he could see his body-the fox behind him kept his arms wrapped around his torso... and as Nightfox watched, the midnight fur that covered his body turned to the same burnt orange, until the arms holding him and his own fur matched perfectly. That, however, was not the only change that was taking place in his body.

It was subtle at first, the change to his chest. At first, it just looked like a simple bubble to his skin... but as he watched, those bubbles seemed to expand, until he saw what was forming... breasts. His eyes widened, and a gasp escaped his throat.

That gasp, however, was not the masculine gasp that he was accustomed to -- it was a lighter, more girlish sound. His head twisted so that he could look from his body for a moment to the Nine-tails that was holding him. The fox was looking down at him with amour and love that he had never seen before-Nightfox's body burned all the hotter for that gaze, and that burn seemed to accelerate the change.

He felt his muzzle lengthen slightly... he felt it as his ears elongated... as he twisted his head back to look at his body, the tips of them brushed against the face of the Nine-tails behind him. Nightfox's ribs gave a shift, concaving inward so that the shape of his frame turned from lean muscle to a soft and luscious curve.

As though waiting for the last moment, he felt the burning sensation in his groin. His eyes widened again, and the arms around his waist held him all the tighter. His hands moved to hold his privates, and he could feel the skin shifting beneath his fingers. He felt it as the skin split, forming the lips of a vagina, as his cock seemed to retreat inside of his body, until only the tip remained as a sweet little bud-a clit. Suddenly, Nightfox was very aware of the fact that he was no longer a 'he'.

She moved her hands away and looked down her frame... a perfect pussy was there, glistening slightly with moisture as though the transformation had brought about arousal. Gently, she pushed herself away from the Nine-tails, so that she could spin in a circle and look at herself. One tail swayed behind her... but even that began to change. Nightfox felt the base of her spin nearly vibrate-there was pressure for only a moment, and then tails began to sprout from her back like a flower shooting up from the ground. The fanned and worked around her, the fur fluffing out as they grew... until three perfectly fluffy and waving tails were behind her. Nightfox could feel it-her body was perfect... slender, orange and more beautiful than he had ever thought to be in his entire life. There was only one thing though, tugging at the back of his mind.

What if the Nine-tails in front of him didn't like what he saw? What he if had imagined something more for the transformation. Nightfox was almost frightened to lift her crimson gaze to see if her soon to be mate approved. She closed her eyes nervously, feeling the trembles threaten to return.

It was those arms wrapping around her once more that let her know that her fears were unwarranted. "You're beautiful..." The tenderness in the voice of the Nine-tails had changed, it was softer, if that were possible. Nightfox looked up, her breathing coming out in a soft sigh that seemed to draw her Nine-tails closer. As their faces brushed slightly, she felt his tongue lick out, brushing at her lower lip, almost begging for a kiss. Just that brushing sensation was enough to set her entire body on fire-now that she was this new creature, she could feel the call from the store all the stronger. She knew exactly what it meant now... this was the creature that she was meant to be with for the rest of her life-this was her lover, her one and only...

This was the man who she was meant to mate with.

Her arms suddenly flung outward, wrapping tight around his neck and pulling him deeper into the kiss, so that her tongue could part his lips, brushing against the roof of his mouth. Nightfox felt it as his arousal became evident, pushing slightly against her stomach. Without warning, his hands slipped downward, beneath her bottom so that he could pick her up-their faces were suddenly level, her breasts pressed tight against his chest... they fit perfectly... Nightfox knew that they were meant for this moment.

Her bedroom was only a few steps from the living room, and the Nine-tails held her steady as her legs wrapped tight around his waist. Nightfox didn't even have to look behind her as she took the last few steps -- she felt as his knees hit something, and then her back hit the soft spread of her mattress. Her Nine-tails lifted her frame so that she was laid perfectly in the center of the bed, and then let his own frame lower atop her. "I will love you until the end of forever..." His voice was a soft growl, more bass with the passion that was overwhelming them both.

"And I will be yours for all eternity..." Nightfox's own voice was a soft, sultry purr. Her words seemed to be the permission that her Nine-tails had been seeking with his words. He let his hips angle forward so that the tip of his hardness, which had swollen to twice the size she had seen earlier, pressed against the folds her newly formed vagina. She let out a little cry of pleasure... the sensation was so new! Sex before this had been nothing in comparison to the fire that was burning along her entire frame just from that gentle prod. She let her legs lift, wrapping around his waist again... inviting and nearly begging him to take her.

"Please... lover... please?" Her voice was a whimper now, and Nightfox knew that her Nine-tails would give her exactly what she wanted. She felt the low rumble in his chest, as though her begging set him on fire. Her eyes widened... and then Nightfox felt it-he let his hips flex forward, so that his length slowly worked inside of her tight walls. A whimper seemed to crawl out of her throat, until she was making a low keening noise that filled the room, halfway between a moan and a scream. The only thing that stopped it from completely echoing around the room was her lover's mouth crashing down on her own, so that he almost swallowed the scream down.

He gave her a moment as he completely sheathed inside of her -- she was so full... it felt as though he were thrusting into her very core, her very soul... after a moment of adjustment, he started to slowly work his hips-he pulled out until only his tip remained inside of her, and then thrust back down. Each swivel of his hips was the same motion-it was as though he couldn't stand to completely remove himself from her core. A small little 'yes' spilled from her throat, and her arms came up to wrap around his shoulders. Her face burned against his neck, so that each little whimper was lost to his fur.

Though one hand held her tight, the other slipped down between both of their bodies, until he found the bud of her arousal. Her eyes widened and her head flew back, nearly slamming against the pillow as his thumb began to work a perfect circle around her clit, teasing and playing with her so that her senses seemed to truly break.

"I want this moment..." He gave a low moan as he tried to speak -- his voice that had been a perfectly controlled timbre before was now quivering and nearly breaking with each word, as though it took all of his self-control just to speak at all... "I want this moment to be perfect for you -- something that you will remember for the rest of your life."

And Nightfox, who couldn't speak due to the sensations overwhelming her... knew that it would be. Her hips flexed upward, drawing him deeper inside of her so that she felt the length of his engorged arousal completely fill her, brush against the back of her walls, hitting her very limits. She gave another little scream that echoed around the room as his thrust came harder-his thumb fell on top of her clit, and he began to work back and forth, flicking the little bud until Nightfox's eyes rolled into the back of her head. As they did so, her Nine-tails dipped his head down, letting his warm tongue work a perfect circle around her nipple. The sensation of every new erogenous zone of her body being stimulated was nearly enough to make her explode on the spot. However, she took a deep breath, and simply let another scream escape her-it was perfect... so perfect... it was passion and pleasure that she had never experienced before. More than that, she knew that it would never end.

The thrusting of his hips came even harder-until she could feel his balls slapping lightly against her plump ass. His own desperation was showing through his movements now-the head of his cock delved harder and faster into her tight and wet core, until she could feel him bumping against her cervix with each thrust. She couldn't focus-she couldn't breathe. Her heart was thundering with such tempo that she was frightened it would split her chest. His own breath escaped him in perfect tandem to her own, so that it was like a duet that had been practiced for years to perfection.

They were doing a dance as old as time-their bodies worked in the first form of communication, before speech was discovered... their bodies danced, and they spoke.

They spoke of forever.

They spoke of love.

Thrusting hips and droplets of sweat spoke of a passion that would never die. It was a language that had never been lost, but at the same time, one that was being rediscovered by the two at that precise moment. Nightfox could feel it as her core began to give small pulses, a warning sign of the orgasm that was building inside of her. She could feel it like a cup that was having droplet after droplet added to it, until she was afraid that the surface tension would break and the water would spill over... oh, but she wanted it to so badly.

Her claws flexed, digging against his back and pulling him all the closer. His tongue worked, his mouth sucking on her nipple until her back arched. His finger was nearly a blur against her clit now-circling, working, rolling it between forefinger and thumb before pressing down and rubbing it again...

Each sensation was another droplet of water.

Each thrust that he gave filled her further, until the scream that echoed from her throat was a cry begging for the release that she could feel teetering on the edge. As though he could feel her desperation... her Nine-tails let his next thrust be the most powerful... it rocked her upward... and that was it. The cup that had been so precariously holding the tension before spilled over.

In its wake, a tidal wave followed.

Her mouth opened and the scream that came from it was loud enough that she knew people outside could hear. She didn't care. She had never felt anything so amazing in her entire life. The blazing heat of pleasure poured from her pussy upward, lighting her breasts on fire, crawling up her neck and sending the pleasure center of her brain into overdrive. The pulsing clench of her core seemed to be all that her lover needed to follow her into pleasure. She heard him give a near howl-his head thrust backward and his thrusts came more desperate, pumping so that she could feel the scorching liquid of his seed filling her inside, until it came spilling from the opening of her core to fall against the sheets.

Both worked, writhing, thrusting their hips-she could still feel her body clenching, pulsing... and with each pulse, another wave of pleasure burst through her, until she felt blind from it. It was so overwhelming-she couldn't catch her breath to scream.... she could do nothing but twitch beneath him until at last the waves of pleasure that were engulfing her and nearly drowning her began to calm. He gave one last, powerful thrust that sent one final burst of his cum spilling inside of her... and then he fell to his side, rolling so that she was held tight in his arms, with his length still buried deep inside of her.

In that moment, Nightfox knew something which should have been impossible for her to know.

In that moment, Nightfox knew that his seed would impregnate her... and that she would be carrying his child. Tears brimmed her eyes as she looked up to him-she'd never felt so amazing in her entire life... so loved... so...

"Perfect..." The word spilled from her throat as she nuzzled tight against her mate, her lover... her partner for life. He didn't even have to ask... he simply held her tighter and murmured gently in response.

"I know... and so shall it be for the rest of eternity... I love you, my sweet little Nightfox..."

She looked up for a moment, crimson eyes burning brightly, and then gave a beautiful smile before cuddling him tighter, letting her head fall to his chest so that she could listen to the beat of his heart as it slowly returned to normal. "I love you, too..."

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[Three Years Later]

The small cottage was alive with sound. The laughter of children, the sound of tiny feet scurrying and clambering all over the place... and the indulgent laughter of parents.

"I'm so happy for you," the red dragon wrapped his arms around Nightfox, hugging her tight. Since her transformation, her friends had been nothing less than accepting, especially the red dragon that stood before her. However, the blue dragon came from the kitchen, looking at his lover with nothing less than perfect adoration in his gaze, Nightfox couldn't help but smile.

"And I am so happy for you, my sweet friend." Nightfox's eldest twins, two girls, scurried into the room, hiding behind the tail of the blue dragon. As she watched, her sweet Nine-tails chased the other two boys into the room with a growl that was more playful than it would ever be fierce. Just seeing him play with their children... it made her entire body ache. Things were so perfect.

Her girls ran, hiding behind her now-the dragons moved to embrace one another, holding tight and watching with tenderness as Nightfox chased the other two children behind their mother... and then moved, letting his great orange arms embrace his wife.

Things were perfect -- a fairytale that had come true.

And on the mantel the onyx statue glistened, the crimson eyes seeming to look on with joy and happiness at the scene that had so beautifully played out before them.