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Return of the Nine-Tails For FoxLightning By Draconicon

Exploring ancient forests and old ruins was something of a thing for Ryan. There were so many different sights to see in the old world, out in nature, that it was impossible for him to settle in the cities. The few downsides - dangerous animals, treacherous locations - were hardly enough to deter him when he felt a strong need to be out in nature. The young man walked through the gaps in the trees, making his way towards the spire in the distance that he could just see through the gaps in the branches. It was hard to make out most of the time, but he couldn't avoid seeing it. It was right there, right ahead of him. He pushed forward, nudging branches out of the way and doing his best to stay on a central path, trying to keep from being nudged this way and that by the rough terrain ahead of him. Despite the difficulties, he was too excited to get frustrated. He'd recognized the type of architecture ahead, knew it for one of the ancient temples that mystic tribes had set up centuries ago. Rough and ill-hewn, the stone tower that he'd seen was something that had to mark one of their sealing grounds, and that was one of the few things that he had never seen. Scratching up his legs on some of the rougher undergrowth, Ryan kept pushing forward until the forest finally began to thin. The trees stopped pressing so close together, and the underbrush didn't scrape at his legs with every step. He forced his way through one last set of branches and bushes, and... Finally... Ryan grinned as he put his hands on his hips, looking over the ancient structure. It was lifted up from the forest floor by piled stones, providing a rough, uneven staircase that led to the opening at the front of the temple. A narrowing tower of piled rocks reached up from the roof, spreading more than fifty feet into the sky, and he wondered how the ancients had managed to pull something like that off. They were said to have something approaching magic, but that had to be nonsense. He walked up the steps, taking his time as his boots struggled against the rough gravel that had spread over the rock. It was slippery even for the hiking boots, and he slowed down to make sure that he didn't trip and fall before he could reach the squat structure that was the temple itself. Unlike what it supported and what supported it, the temple was closer to a wooden hut on a grand scale than it was to any sort of temple proper. Ryan was a little disappointed to see that the walls were already rotted, though he supposed that was inevitable. When you took something living and turned it into something dead, and then hoped that it would support your structure forever, you were bound to be disappointed. Still, it was solid enough, and when he patted the wall with a good firm push, it held. That was good enough for him. Stepping into the darkness, he found himself surprised to see that the whole of the temple was one room. A single stone table occupied the center of it, standing out of the blackness within like some strange, unholy object. He stared at it for a moment, his head cocked to the side, and suddenly felt very...very drawn to it, as if it had a magnetic pull on him. Ryan shook his head, but then blinked as he stopped. The table was closer. How - He looked back, and saw that he'd somehow taken a few steps forward, leaving the opening of the temple behind him. But how? He turned around again. This time, with his eyes adjusting to the darkness, he could make out more things in the room. There were carvings in the wall around him, various little sigils and signs that seemed to be bound up in the mythology of the people that had created it. Yet, from what he could see, many of the different signs had been damaged over the years. Claw marks, of some sort, had slashed through most of them, leaving them savaged and damaged. Strange that the animals of the area would only go after the marks on the wall, he thought to himself. He looked at the stone table again, and once more felt that drawn-in feeling, almost like something was pulling at him. Ryan groaned, shaking his head, dismissing the idea with a groan and a sign. There was no such thing as magic, no such thing as the monsters that the people of old had worried about. This was just a temple, an old piece of architecture, and nothing more. Closing his eyes to center himself, he forced the idea into the center of his mind, pushing away the strange sense of anxiety that had started to build. There was nothing to be anxious about, nothing to be nervous about. All that mattered was that he find what he came for, and then leave. He opened his eyes again, and stared. There was no way that he had moved, and yet, he was closer to the table than ever. Either the table was moving, or he was, and he was afraid to look over his shoulder and see how far the doorway was from him, now. If it had moved that much, then the table was somehow magical. If he had moved, then something was happening to him, and it wasn't something that he liked. The longer that he stared at the table, hoping that it wasn't moving, the more that sensation of being pulled in overwhelmed him. Ryan groaned, rubbing his head while keeping his eyes open. They were watering, now, almost too bleary to see through, but he dared not close them. His legs ached all of a sudden, and he thought that he should leave. But they wouldn't move. Why can't I walk? He tried to shift his legs, tried to pull them back, but nothing that he did worked. All he could do was stare straight ahead at the table, all he could do was keep looking at it as that feeling of being drawn forward, of needing to move forward, became more and more of a compulsion inside of his head. "Nnngh...let...let me go!" He reached down to his legs, pulling at one of them, and then the other. It was the only way to move them, he realized. Slowly, he managed two steps back, pulling himself away from the table ever so slightly. And then, he made a mistake. He blinked. No sooner had his eyes closed than the feeling of movement returned, and he opened them just in time to see the great orange limbs reaching out from the table and grabbing him. Ryan screamed as he was dragged off the floor by the strange tendrils, pulled through the air and then slammed down against the top of the table by them. He grunted at the impact, his breath almost knocked out of his lungs, but before he could struggle, the tendrils started wrapping around him, tying him down by the neck and the waist, with other tendrils coming up and pressing down at his wrists and his ankles. He was held spread-eagle against the table, almost like some sort of... Some sort of sacrifice. His eyes went wide as he stared down at them, seeing if he could break them as he squirmed and wriggled. No matter how he pressed against the bindings, though, there was no getting free. They held him pinned, though they were not like rope or chain. They weren't even living, as far as he could tell. No warmth, no nothing came off of them. Only...only a strange sort of tingle, a tingle that sent pulses of heat through his body as they pressed tighter. There was a rumble through the back of his head, almost like a deep growl that came from the table itself. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, but it was there, impossible as it sounded. Ryan squirmed, trying to push himself free from the table once more, but there was nothing he could do. All he could do was lay there, and feel the strange pulses that were rippling through his body. And little by little, his body responded. Panting softly, he arched his back a little as he felt the tendrils start rubbing along his belly and his legs, shivering and blushing as he felt one of them start grinding down over the crotch of his pants. The pulses of heat started to spread out from there, and in short order, he was rock hard in his shorts. His bulge pushed up, grinding up against the tendril that rubbed against him, and in the back of his head, that growl got louder, harder, deeper. Hehehe, you humans have always been weak...let's push you out of there...you no longer deserve a body, while I have been waiting for one for centuries. "What - NNNGH!" Ryan gasped as he felt a sudden increase in the pressure of the pulses around his body, his body arching up against the tendril once more as he was pushed right to the edge of pleasure and climax in less than a second. Millions of little tendrils of the same hard light that pinned him down rubbed along his body, rubbing down his back and then up between his butt cheeks, and most especially, against the front of his bulge. He gasped and moaned, writhed and shivered as they teased him. It wasn't so much the physical touch that was driving him mad, though, as it was the strange pulses of warm pleasure that they left behind. It was like some sort of corruption, spreading through his skin and through his body every time that it made contact. Ryan tried to shut it out, but the sensation felt so good that he couldn't think of anything but more of it. He needed to feel more of that tingle, more of that warm, serious pulse that rushed through him. He arched his back as his cock started to pulse in response, bobbing up and down in his pants, almost dancing to the tune of the pulses that were sent through it. He moaned, his mouth hanging open and his eyes rolling back as his breath came faster and faster, the pulsing, throbbing strokes sending him towards the edge at a fast pace. He whimpered, shaking his head, trying to deny the pleasure that was rushing through him, but he could already see the dripping, weeping pre starting to bubble through the front of his pants, running along the side of his zipper and into his camo shorts. "Mmmph...what...what are you..." Relieving you of your need, human, and giving myself some space. The voice, that impossible voice spoke in the back of his head, and there was nothing that Ryan could do. He arched his back again, gasping, panting, and he felt his orgasm right around the corner. He tensed against it, trying to hold it back... But the tendrils, the tails - he realized that was what they were, tails, with the little imitations of fur around them - stroked him too well. They pushed him to the edge, and then shoved him over. With a great moan, Ryan came. His body wracked with pleasure, he arched his back and thrust into the air. His cock pulsed, throbbed, and his seed came spilling free, shooting out of his cock and into his pants. Over and over and over again, he came, spilling more and more seed into his clothes until his shorts were utterly soaked with it. He moaned, whimpering, unable to stop cumming, almost as if some spell had been laid on his genitals, and he squirmed and writhed in the bindings of the tails as he came and came. Only when it no longer spurted, when he was hurting rather than moaning, did the spell stop. He collapsed back on the table, his eyes wide, his body shaking and trembling from his own pleasure, and he could feel the cooling seed in his pants starting to soak into his crotch. He blushed in humiliation, but... But there was something else happening. The tails around him were moving, still holding him down but extending their tips over his body. He could see them, see a fine tip rubbing along the edge of his bulge, while a thicker one hovered over his face. His eyes went wide as he realized what was going to happen, and he shook his head. Weakly, but he did. It meant nothing. The tails shoved forward, and he gasped as his mouth was forced open. He felt nothing but a tingle as it went down his throat, no solid things that he needed to swallow or try to hold back, but definitely something as he felt it passing through his body. The same thing hit him down below, rushing into his cock, pushing into him and then slowly working its way deeper. He felt it filling up his balls, and suddenly, the ache of emptiness became the swelling churning feeling of over-production. Ryan moaned again, his body warming up as the tails pushed into him, sliding deep inside of him and doing...something. He didn't know what, but it felt like they were taking up residence inside of him or something. It felt wrong, but what could he do? He could only stare as the tail pushed itself in pulses and waves down his throat, and looking past it, he could see the same thing happening down below. His cock was swelling, then softening, then swelling again as the thinner tendril pushed itself inside of his shaft. No pain, nothing but tingles, but it kept him from losing that sense of arousal, that need that had been there before. The only thing that he could see that worried him, beyond the tendrils, was the fact that his balls were...were growing. And they were growing fast, too. His eyes went wide as his orbs expanded from a simple pair of eggs to something closer to tennis balls, and then again to something like oranges. It was like a rapid pulse that shoved his balls outwards, and each time that it happened, he swore that his need spiked, his cock jumping in response as his balls started to grow. How... The chuckle in his head answered him. The creature, the thing that controlled this place. It was taking residence and - "MMMPH!" He tried to scream as he saw his balls starting to turn orange, the hair on them thickening and getting more prominent. No longer the light brown that covered other parts of his body, but a bright, foxy orange. It was impossible, but it was there, spreading and getting thicker. The bigger his balls got, the thicker the fur became, and it spread from his groin out towards his thighs, and slowly upwards towards his cock. Ryan tried to squirm free again, but it was impossible. His body refused to follow his orders, and no matter how much he pushed it, it wouldn't do anything. He was...he was paralyzed. Soon, the tails had finished pushing inside of him, and he felt like the table no longer had a grip on him. The human tried to roll to the side, but...but nothing happened. His body refused to obey him. What...what's happening? I'm taking residence in here now. What are you? I am Kurama, long cursed, and finally free! The last word came as a roar in his head, and as it did, the changes roared through him. Ryan arched his back against the sudden feeling, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt a near-crunching feeling in his head. It pushed forward, his cheeks pushing inwards and his face...his face transforming. He stared down at his darkening nose, unable to believe what he was seeing as his flat face slowly started to come to a point at the mouth and nose. Orange fur spread out along his cheeks, as did the hints of whiskers, and he shook his head in astonishment. It was the slightest of movements, admittedly, but it was all he could do. He stared as his muzzle started to form, pushing out from his face and getting ever thicker. The strange sensation of losing himself to this new form started to overwhelm him, and he couldn't fight it any longer. As his muzzle grew, as his teeth sharpened, he could feel his cock throbbing constantly. The feeling of the transformation was rushing over him, leaving him unable to feel anything but the prickling itch of the spreading fur, the constant throbbing of his cock, the need to submit. Submit. Submit. Ryan groaned as he felt his tongue get pricked by the sharpening teeth in his mouth, heard the voice of this 'Kurama' in the back of his head. There was no way that this was a dream. No way that this was fake. The pain and the pleasure and the absurdity of it was all too real. "Please..." It was the last word that he said before his mouth was ripped away from him, no longer under his control, but under the control of the creature taking him. He groaned as he felt his mouth gnash against itself, biting down on nothing, the beast using it to find its way to control itself once more. It was experimenting, working. One of his eyes flared, and he felt like the world was turning red around him, a bright, fiery red through one eye and normal through the other. And then...his mouth worked, spoke without him. "You think that you can continue to live, with me inside of you? No...your body will be mine!" The change hit him hard again, and he arched his back as the fur spread up his body. His spine tingled at the base, and he knew something was happening down there, something uncomfortable and likely something that would rip away yet more of his humanity. Ryan groaned, panting, shivering. One of his hands - changing too, warping, twisting from human hands to something closer to a paw - reached down to his cock. Two of his fingers melted together, giving him a hand with four fingers rather than five, and he felt it wrap around his barely-human cock. As soon as it touched, he could see his pale shaft darkening, turning into something that was not right. It went from pale to jet-black on contact, and the darkness spread along his member, reaching for the tip and the base at the same time. As it happened, the fur near the base of his shaft started to spread, puffing up as the skin under it started to form some sort of sheath for his shaft, and his fat balls kept churning, getting bigger and bigger. "Mmm, this is going to be fun. It's been a long time since I had the equipment to get off properly." "Get...get out of my body. This is mine. You can't actually -" "I am Kurama! I can do what I wish. This is what I need after thousands of years in that table!" The fox creature gripped him ever tighter, squeezing his cock as it mutated from a normal human shaft to something more bestial. The tip grew more and more tapered, becoming flat in one sense and pointed in another. It was unnaturally smooth, running down to the base, only to swell out there and become fat again, a knot that one would find on a dog...or a fox. He moaned, unwillingly, and his body continued to change. With every transformation, with every shift away from humanity, he could feel the fox's power grow inside of him. As it did, he was pushed further and further down, out of control of himself. Soon, one of his still-human parts - his other hand - reached for his face without his permission. His human eye was covered, blinding him save for the vision he could get through the fox's eye. Everything burned, everything was so hot in the red tones that the fox's vision bathed it in. He shivered, feeling himself getting pushed further and further back. His body was no longer under his direct control, and he could tell that it was never going to be again. Little by little, Ryan lost the ability to fight, particularly as his pleasure continued to mount. His muzzle had grown in fully, now, and he had to look past it to look at his cock. It was big, bigger than it had ever been as a human, and fat and thick as well. All he could do was go along for the ride, feeling the constant stroking, the milking, the teasing of it as the fox started to squeeze the knot, pushing them higher and higher. "Mmm, feel that, human? That is going to be your fate from now on. To be nothing but a passenger in my new body, where you can enjoy the sight of me getting off with it, of using it to enjoy other people. Mmmph...just need to finish getting rid of all this pathetic humanity." The fox's control reached down to Ryan's feet, and he gasped as he felt a sudden swelling inside of his boots. The shape of them seemed to deform, the tip of the boots suddenly seeming to swell, but he didn't realize what was going on until he saw the little points pushing at the front from the inside. You're giving me paws?! "Hehehe, you like that, human? Let me show you the majesty of my paws." Another pulse, another, and he felt the pleasure and the pain of his feet growing, warping, ripping through his socks and then pressing against the insides of the boots hard enough that there were little rips forming in the leather from the inside. He gasped, grunted, whimpered in the back of his own head as he felt the tearing going on, knowing that if this had been any other situation, he might have broken bones in his feet already. But no, it kept getting stronger and stronger, his feet pushing against the front of the boots until - RIIIIIP! He gasped as the fat toes of the fox paws pushed free, the toes tipped with claws that were deadly and sharp. His feet extended outwards, pushing to get bigger and bigger, the paws becoming something mighty and powerful that would have stomped and crushed anything lesser than them with ease. It was like seeing something of a god, something that would crush anything that opposed it beneath its heel. And the thick, heavy paws weren't the only things that were growing, either. Ryan realized that his head - or rather, Kurama's head, at this point - was hanging off of the top of the table, and his paws were slowly pushing off the other side. He stared in shock, and realized that he was going to keep growing. Finally, the fox rolled off the table, landing on all fours. Shaking its hips, Kurama pushed the transformation to continue, and Ryan felt the pressure on his backside that he'd only felt a tingle of before. Tails, long, heavy, luxurious tails were pushing free from his spine, and he could see and feel each and every one of them slithering free. He gasped, his body shivering from head to toe as he felt them sliding out, and he could feel that Kurama was enjoying the emergence of each one. His ears were rolling up the side of his head, and his body had shifted so far from humanity that Ryan couldn't feel anything left of himself. Everything that he had been familiar with was gone, replaced by the body of a fox that wanted nothing more than to play with reality, and warp it to his fun place. Kurama chuckled in his head, and slowly pulled down the paw hand that had been covering his face, his eye. There was nothing left to his human vision, nothing but the red that came from the fox. "Mmm, it looks like this is my body, now...puny as it was, it is improving. But it needs to be much...much...BIGGER!" Another pulse, another growth, and Ryan groaned as pleasure held him back as much as the fox's will. He was drowning in it as their body expanded, growing outwards, bigger, larger. They'd been almost the size of the table, now they surpassed it by a good foot or two in size. Then three, then four, then five, always growing in pulses, waves, shifts. He could feel the tails surging out behind him, getting bigger, longer, thicker, and more than that he could feel the wooden floor beneath them starting to crack. The seals, he realized. The seals on the wall had been here to keep Kurama buried, and over the years, the fox had worked away on them. The claw marks were exactly the shape of the claws on his hands now, something that had worked away at them ceaselessly until a careless host could come along. The fox chuckled. "Yes, very good...you know what you are now...nothing but a body to carry me around. Only, unlike my last host, you will never be in charge again." Ryan felt something like a cage being put around him, the same energy that had bound him before wrapping him in a square cage of interconnecting rods of the stuff. He was locked away in his own mind, held prisoner by pleasure and by power. And so he could only watch as the stone table grew ever further away, smaller and smaller in his vision until it was miniscule and a mere model of what it had once been. The great fox lifted up a hind paw, and stomped down hard on it, crushing it beneath his foot. And still they grew, pushing up and up and up until their back slammed against the ceiling. Kurama chuckled, feeling the power of the place trying to push him down, but too many of the seals had been broken. There was no stopping it. Pulse, grow, pulse, grow, pulse, grow! And with that, the roof shattered above them. The great stone spire that had stood over the building shattered with it, coming down in all its pieces around the fox. Some few hit them on the back, but it was nothing compared to the torment of centuries, from what Ryan could tell. No pain registered for Kurama, nothing happened that could stop him, nothing touched him that could slow him down. The need to grow was still paramount, and they continued to surge upwards, further, further, further always getting bigger. Soon, the trees themselves were smaller than them, and Kurama grinned as he looked around the world. The land had nothing to stop him, and nothing of the ancients lay out there that could match him. He could...enjoy himself. For a moment, Ryan didn't know what that would involve, but the great fox used his tails to support himself almost like another pair of hind legs, and brought his paws up to his balls and cock. One paw curled its toes around his shaft, and the other worked along the tip. "Mmmm, it's been a long time since I could do this..." The first stroke of the toes down along the side of the shaft was enough to leave Ryan paralyzed with pleasure, falling back in his barred prison in the fox's mind. He shivered, gasped, moaned as his cock started to throb and bounce in response to the treatment that the fox's cock got. They...they were linked this way, he realized. The fox chuckled from the outside, continuing to stroke himself, teasing his shaft and releasing a need that had been millenia in coming. Every little stroke of those paws, the slight squeezing of those fat orange toes around the balls, the way that the toes pinched around the side of the shaft as they stroked up and down, the little rasp of the paw pads against the shaft itself; all of it added up to something that was utterly amazing. For him, and for Kurama, he realized, as the fox started thrusting forward, humping against its own paws, thrusting against them like they belonged to someone else. In a way, Ryan could almost feel it, both the pressure of the paws against his own dick, and the feeling of something being thrust against his feet. He blushed, trying not to think about it too much, but Kurama forced the pleasure on him whether he wanted it or not. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth it went, constantly building up and getting worse. The fox had grown bigger than the forest, towering over it the way that a human might have towered over their slightly untrimmed lawn. The fox grunted, thrusting between his toes faster and faster, paws squeezing down as the tails trembled at the task of supporting its great weight. "Let the world hear my return...let the land be marked with my scent...let everyone know that Kurama is free!" Ryan heard and felt the great roar of the fox demon as it came. The pleasure hit him, too, a reflection of an orgasm that nevertheless knocked him flat on his back. He saw through the fox's eyes as great gouts of white shot forward, spurting and painting the trees in its thick musk and heavy seed. The branches fell from the trees hit hardest, and it looked like a foul baker had come through and smeared the trees with glaze when the fox had finished. Kurama stood there, panting for a moment or two, and then slowly lowered his hind-paws back to the ground. The nine-tailed fox smirked at its work, and then slowly stood up, growing even taller. "The world will feel my footsteps, and know my return...but first...a den." He had no choice but to follow along. His body was no longer his own, and he could feel himself fading even then. What humanity was left outside of the cage would soon be purged, and he would truly be nothing more than a prisoner in a demon's body, rather than the demon being bound to his.

The End