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The rain poured down seemingly without end, pattering on Trent's black hair and folded back ears like a maddening drummer. Thunder boomed in the distance, and his feet splashed through yet another puddle of frigid water. He had to get out of this storm, but where could he go? His slim tail flicked back and forth as he scanned his surroundings, eyeing the shadowy silhouettes in the hopes of seeing some kind of light. He should have remembered no one lived this far out in the boonies, should have brought a tent, should have at least thought to brought a coat. His paw reached down and brought out the horseshoe-shaped charm tied around his neck. The downpour around him made him question his investment in it, wondering if he should have made a rain shield charm instead; powers of seduction didn't help against the elements, after all.

Suddenly, he spotted a light in the distance, a warm, inviting glow from some cozy window. Shouldering his backpack, he began jogging through the downpour, hoping with all his heart he wouldn't get turned away. The rain kept on falling all around him, burrowing into his clothes and soaking him to the bone. His lithe frame shivered as what little warmth he had was sapped away, and he broke into a desperate run toward the light. He was getting closer, he thought he could see figures moving in the window. Closer still, he could see the familiar crescent symbol of an inn. Jackpot. Trent finally made it to the inn's front door, pushing it open and stepping inside. He was immediately greeted by a homely warmth, and sat down at one of the simple square tables in the common area. One doorway on the far side of the room led to a staircase, while another led to the kitchen. There were four chairs around each of the three tables in the room, but none were occupied; maybe everyone else had been smart enough to stay home during the rainstorm.

"Hello! Welcome to the Cozy Fox Inn!" A cheery voice piped up on the other side of the room, and Trent looked over to see a vixen standing in the doorway to the kitchen. She was clad in a loose, flowing dress that reached just to her knees, with a low cut that gave a rather suggestive view of her cleavage. The blue fabric of the dress went well with her long purple hair and the pale fur of her chest, as well as the reddish fur on her shoulders and snout. The vixen carried a wooden tray in front of her, and on that tray Trent could see a steaming pot of tea. Perfect. "I'm Sakura, and I'll be taking care of you this evening." She set down the tray on Trent's table, and before he could react she was pouring him a cup from the pot. "Would you tell me your name?"

Trent scratched at the back of his neck. "I'm Trent. Nice to meet you."

Sakura continued on in a jovial tone. "We've got plenty of rooms available, so you can take your pick once you're all settled in. Is there anything else I can get you?"

Trent raised the steaming cup to his lips, savoring both the warmth and the flavor. It tasted minty, but had an unusual sweetness to it that definitely wasn't honey. "Nah, I'm fine," he replied, and took another sip of the drink.

Sakura bowed slightly before leaving him to his own devices, making her way up the stairs. She looked back once to make sure that her guest was staying put in the commons, then finally dropped her guise. Eight other tails popped out from under her dress, swaying to and fro as she walked down the hall. The air around her picked up an almost mystical charge, a thing she typically had to suppress around guests. She let out a relieved sigh; keeping up appearances could be quite... draining.

A second kitsune stepped out from one of the rooms, clad in the black dress and white apron of a maid. Her fur was pitch black, accented with a few stripes of white along her wrists. Nine tails alternated between black and white under her dress, each ending in a sort of yin-yang pattern. Her hair was tied back into a bun, also half black and half white. Sakura smiled as she approached, a gesture that the black and white vixen reciprocated.

"Have you seen our new guest, Kerrin?" Sakura made sure to keep her voice low, as she didn't want the guest in question to get suspicious. "He's quite the handsome little cat, just came in from the rain. Poor little thing must have been having a rough day..."

Kerrin smirked at the sentiment, then thought to herself for a moment. "Is he alone? I only heard the one set of footsteps coming in."

"Mmhmm, not another soul in sight." Sakura paused for a moment, her face drooping into a frown. "Kind of a shame really, we could always use more customers..."

Suddenly Kerrin's ears shot up, and her muzzle split in a mischievous grin. "Sakura, you know that game you'd been thinking of? The whole 'battle of love' idea?"

Kerrin's companion quickly became confused. "Yeah, but what does that have to do with..." Her face slowly shifted to mirror Kerrin's, sporting that same playful smirk as she put two and two together. "Mmmmmm... well, he is rather lacking in company... and I can't remember the last time either of us got laid. Do you want to go first, or do you want me to do the honors?"

"I think I'll take him for a spin," said Kerrin, "I've got just the thing to get him nice and flustered. Why don't you get started on dinner, I'll go... show him to his room." She turned and went back down the stairs, tuning out Sakura's half-hearted complaints as she magically tucked away eight of her tails. This was going to be fun, she thought; lone travelers always made great playthings.

Meanwhile, Trent had just finished up his first cup of tea, and was in the middle of pouring himself a second. His thoughts drifted to the vixen who'd introduced herself as Sakura, mulling over what he'd seen in the few seconds they'd been in the same room. She seemed... odd, for lack of a better word. When she'd gotten close, he could almost feel a tingling at the ends of his whiskers, like the air had been charged with something. Maybe it was just his baser instincts getting the best of him, he thought; he had been going through a bit of a dry spell as far as sex was concerned, and guessed he might just be reacting to her more feminine traits. He again fingered the charm under his shirt, rubbing it gently with his thumb. He had tried to make something that'd help with the ladies: he'd thought it would be clever to make someone instantly addicted to sex with him, to have them basically go into heat as soon as things got intimate. So far, though, he'd never had a proper test of it, although he was certain it would work when the time came. Who knows, he thought, maybe he'd get to try it out on one of the inn's hostesses. He raised the cup to his lips again, and was about to take another sip of the oddly sweetened tea when a different vixen came down the steps.

Kerrin eyed Trent like a piece of meat, taking in his features and trying to gauge how'd long he'd last in bed. He was slim but muscular, and definitely seemed like he'd know his way around a woman. "My name is Kerrin," she silkily said, "If you'll follow me, I'll show you what rooms we have available." Trent hesitated for a moment before standing up, and in that moment he saw Sakura coming down the stairs as well. As he grabbed the backpack he'd dropped beside his chair, he began wondering what it was she was doing, but his curiosity was quickly quelled when she headed into the kitchen. He could definitely go for a hot meal, but he guessed it wouldn't be ready for a while. Might as well settle in, he thought, and followed Kerrin up the stairs.

The first room she opened the door to was fairly basic, just a single bunk bed and a squat little desk in the corner. "This is one of our basic rooms," Kerrin explained, "It's not much, but the bed is warm enough and there's enough room to stretch out." Trent walked past her into the room. It somehow smelled like sawdust, but he was just happy he had a place to stay. He'd just swung his backpack onto the floor when the vixen cleared her throat. "Tell you what, tonight you can stay in any room you like, and we'll only charge you the rates for this one. Of course, if you like it here..."

He had his backpack back on before she could blink. She led him back out into the hall, going a few doors down before opening one. This room was quite a bit nicer, with a queen-sized bed and enough space to avoid feeling cramped. Trent again was about to get settled in, but was stopped by the vixen's paw on his shoulder. "You know, I really think you should check out the grand suite. It's the warmest place in the whole inn, perfect for coming in from the cold. Sometimes I sleep there when we're having a lull in customers. Want to see?"

Trent thought for a moment, then nodded, and the black and white vixen led him back down the hall towards the stairs. Instead of going down, however, she opened a door to the right and led him through it. Sitting in the middle of the room was a large, circular bed with silky red sheets. A few of the many pillows at the head were charmingly heart shaped, but after a second of thought Trent realized the purpose of this room was a bit more lewd. Two side tables flanked the round bed, and on top of the nearest one he could see a bottle of what looked like lotion. He quickly guessed it was something else entirely, though, given the room it was not-so-subtly left in.

"Nice, isn't it?" Trent didn't realize how close behind him Kerrin was; her breath tickled the fur on his neck, and that same tingling sensation cropped up once again. "There's some towels in the nightstand if you want to get dried off. I've got some spare clothes that might fit you, if you want to get out of those soaked rags."

He shook his head slightly, slipping his bag off his shoulder. "Nah, I've got some of my own tucked away in my bag."

"Hmm, very well. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go help with dinner. I'll come get you when it's ready, alright?"

"Okay." Kerrin was just about to leave when Trent called her name. "Hey, uh... thanks for letting me stay in the grand suite, by the way, I'm not sure I could afford it otherwise."

Kerrin grinned, bowing slightly and backing out of the room. "You're very welcome." She closed the door, then quietly padded down the hall a bit and snuck into one of the other rooms. Once she had the door shut behind her, she quickly took off her apron and slipped off her dress. She got down to her undergarments, then quickly muttered a few mystic syllables and conjured up an shimmering plane of force that had the same effect as a full-body mirror. Her eyes traced over her own curves, her juicy hips, her petite breasts. She tried rubbing her hands along her sides, wondering how Trent would react. "No, too tame," she muttered to herself, reaching behind her and unhooking her bra. A few moments later she was fully nude, but she still thought she could do better. She proceeded to grab her apron off the bed, slip it over her head, then tie it behind her back in a neat little bow before appraising herself once again. She let down her hair, too, giving her a more relaxed vibe. A small smile spread across her lips, and with a satisfied chuckle she headed back into the hall. The poor cat wouldn't know what hit him.

Trent was in the middle of drying himself off with a plain white towel when the door silently swung open, completely free from his soaked clothes and completely unaware of his observer. He'd just got finished with his crotch, and had moved down to his legs when he noticed his cock gradually sliding out of his sheath. While he'd been rubbing himself, his mind had started to stray towards the two vixens he'd met, particularly toward what he'd seen exposed and what his imagination conjured up. In his mind's eye, he could picture quite a few lewd scenarios involving one or both of his hosts. He'd run into one at night, where a wardrobe malfunction left them both rather aroused. He'd make out with her for a while, slipping his hands beneath her dress, reaching up and stroking her soft folds, fingering her as she gently moaned his name...

Ah, gods, he hadn't had sex in months. He looked down at his own cock, which was all the way out of its sheath and begging for a good fap. The black-furred vixen had said dinner would take a while to get ready, and no one else was around. He took the shaft in one hand, giving it a few strokes as he walked toward the bed. He brought his more intimate daydreams into focus, flopped backwards onto the bed, and... "Oh... uhhh... hi..."

Kerrin was standing in the doorway, wearing nothing but a frilly white apron and a seductive smile. She quietly closed the door behind her as she sauntered toward Trent. "Mmmm, need any help with that?"

His brain was still processing what was going on as she moved closer. "Kerrin? What are you..." Suddenly his fantasies came back full force, compounded by the way she was hungrily eyeing him. Could she really be... yep, she was. Kerrin played with her breasts through her apron, getting him even harder than he was before. She then dropped to her knees between his legs, taking the base of his cock in one hand and teasing it a bit.

She thought she saw worry in his eyes, and quickly responded with a warm, reassuring smile. "Don't worry, Trent, I won't bite... unless you want me to." When Trent stuttered half-muttered in response, she giggled a bit before concentrating on the task at hand. Her nose lowered to his tip, inhaling the musky aroma of a worked-up male. "Mmmm... you smell good..." she muttered, "How about I get a taste?" Her tongue gently licked along his shaft, lightly brushing the tip and lapping up a little bead of precum. Trent let out a soft moan, much to her delight; her tongue's soft, wet warmth was a luxury he hadn't felt in ages. He lay back as she licked it a second time, then a third, following each with a few quick strokes of her hand. Her other hand went down to his balls, gently playing with his furry scrotum as she continued to lick and stroke. Kerrin seemed to know every trick in the book, and all Trent had to do was lie back and enjoy it.

He slowly discovered that his charm was heating up, and realized that he'd finally gotten the enchantment to trigger. Soon she'd be lusting after him like a wild dog in heat, and he'd get to reap the benefits of her lust. "Ahhh... that feels great." he moaned, reaching down and affectionately rubbing behind her ear. She stopped for a moment, smiling up at him as she leaned into his palm, then got ready for something else. After brushing her long hair back over her shoulder, she lined up her muzzle with his cock, then opened her mouth wide. Trent watched as she took his member into her fanged maw, but to his surprise he didn't feel a single tooth. Instead, he found his penis wrapped up in warmth, with her soft tongue rolling him around in her mouth. She quickly began bobbing up and down, sucking and licking without ever letting him out of her mouth. Trent let out a sigh of appreciation, feeling her wet suckling mouth bring him toward the edge.

Kerrin, on the other hand, began to feel a burning lust begin build up inside her. She didn't know what was causing it, or why it was cropping up now, all she knew was that she needed something hard between her legs. One of her hands slipped down to her crotch, rubbing feverishly at her snatch, but the electrifying sensation of her clit being rubbed almost seemed dulled. The more she tried to pleasure herself, the more frustrated she became, and the less focused she was on the task at hand. Even when she was in heat things never got this bad. This wasn't just longing, it felt like withdrawal, like there was something every cell of her body needed but didn't have. Before long her frustration sharpened into animalistic hunger, a force of nature that couldn't be stopped. What she needed was right in front of her, and she sure as hell was going to get it.

Trent was in the middle of thinking about how soon his charm would take effect when Kerrin nearly spat out his cock, and he was about to ask her what was wrong when she pounced on him. She tore off the apron and tossed it aside, leaving her free to grind her pussy against his groin. The mere thought of him pounding into her, of having him blow his load inside of her, drove her to the pinnacle of arousal. Her genitals were already slick and inflamed, and as she rubbed up against him his cock became lubed up as well. Trent looked into her eyes and saw any pretense of tenderness was gone, replaced by a singular urge to mate with him. "Kerrin, what are you-"

He was interrupted as she pulled him close, wrapping her arms around his torso and hugging him to her chest. Once he was secured, she rolled both of them over so that Trent was on top. "Oh, just shut up and fuck me," she purred, and after a second's hesitation he got ready to do just that. Kerrin whined impatiently as he lined himself up, putting the tip of his cock right on the wet entrance of her snatch. He'd forgotten how inviting it was, how soft and warm a willing woman could be, how nice it was to just savor the explicit beauty of her loins. After a bit more urging from Kerrin, he gently pushed himself into her.

Both of them let out gasps of pleasure as Trent thrusted inside, the textured surface of her vagina sliding along his shaft. It felt like she was squeezing down on him hard, and as he pulled back she seemed to be trying to coax him back in again. Soon he was thrusting into her with lusty vigor, going in up to the hilt before sliding almost all the way out. His strokes were slow and sensual, allowing him to savor the cozy grip of her pussy on his cock, and he thought Kerrin would enjoy it too. However, the fire in her loins wouldn't be so easily doused, and she quickly wanted more than gentle lovemaking.

"Harder..." she muttered, hoping that the cat would start pounding away at her like a jackhammer, but he still kept on gently thrusting. Granted, the feeling of his cock sliding into her and filling her up was enjoyable, but she wanted more. Tired of waiting, she wrapped her legs around his hips and started pushing him in at her own speed. "Harder!" Trent finally started picking up the pace, slamming into her soft snatch with more and more strength. The rhythmic pounding of his cock ramming into her and then jerking back out was the best thing Kerrin had ever felt, better than anyone else she'd been with. She made sure to express her enjoyment, loudly moaning and hugging him close to her chest. "Aaahhh... Oh gods, it feels so... mmmph... ooooh, keep going." His breathing was fast and savage, so close to her ear that she could feel the warmth of the air as it left his mouth.

The sheer intensity was starting to really get to Trent, as each blissful thrust into her pussy built up more and more pressure in his groin. It was amazing how into it she seemed to be, how she seemed to silently beg for more, and each eager squeeze from her pussy brought him even closer to the edge. "Kerrin... mmmph... I'm gonna..."

Kerrin could feel her body trembling with anticipation, pleading for explosive release. She was so close, she just needed a little bit more. Trent seemed to suddenly slow down and tense up, and in that split second she knew he was about to cum. He tried to pull out, and her rational mind wanted him to, but in that moment a primal lust seized control. She pulled him tight against her with her legs, locking him in and forcing his cock deep into her. Somehow she knew the only way to slake this thirst was to have his seed inside her, and she wasn't going to let him slip away. He let out a final moan of pleasure as he tumbled over the brink, and she could feel him blowing his load inside her. She could feel his hot, sticky cum shooting into her pussy, filling up her womb like a broodmare, each of her contractions squeezing out another spurt of his wonderful seed.

It was right then that she finally reached an orgasm, and she let out an ecstatic cry of pleasure as she lost control. Her body began shivering, racked with feelings of pure bliss, and all she could do was hold on tight. Trent held her close while she rode it out, adding a few extra strokes to keep her going. She could feel herself slipping away, floating on a cloud of orgasmic pleasure, unable to keep herself in the waking world after such a surge of joy. The last thing she thought about was how the cat had came inside her, and whether or not she could get pregnant from their mating.

Trent gently pulled himself out of her, causing a little bit of his cum to dribble onto the sheets. She was already deeply sleeping, muttering under her breath and twitching like she was reliving it all over again. He thought he'd let her rest, and was about to leave when something strange happened: her tail seemed to unfold into nine different tails right in front of his eyes. He quickly realized then that he hadn't just bedded a simple vixen, he'd managed to nail a kitsune! He'd heard a few tales concerning their trickery, but never imagined he'd run into one himself. That tingling on his whiskers was back again, and as he stood there with his crotch slathered in bodily fluids he realized it might have something to do with her magic aura. He was still wearing the horseshoe shaped charm, and while he gently rubbed at it he realized that it was probably the reason she'd been so eager to have sex with him. Maybe it wasn't so useless after all...

It was then that he remembered the second vixen down in the kitchen, who he guessed was a kitsune as well. Listening closely, he thought he could hear the clattering of plates down below, which probably meant dinner was done. His eyes drifted back to Kerrin, who was still sprawled out on the bed with cum leaking out of her. Part of him wanted to wake her up, and some perverted corner of his mind wanted sloppy seconds, but he decided it would be best to leave her be. He grabbed the towel he'd been drying off with and used it to wipe off his semi-hard cock, then began dressing himself with clothes from his backpack. Once he looked like he hadn't just fucked a mystical being unconscious, he made his way back to the hall and gently closed the door. The last thing he saw was Kerrin rubbing at her clit, still murmuring unintelligibly in her sleep.

Sakura had heard all sorts of good things from the room upstairs: sensual moans, groans of pleasure, a rocking bed, and the squelching of a good fuck, all of it punctuated by Kerrin's last scream of ecstasy. As she idly continued to prep the chicken teriyaki, she wondered if she should head upstairs and turn their one night stand into a threesome. That cat hadn't seemed like much of a lover when she'd first laid eyes on him, but judging from how vocal Kerrin had been he certainly had some tricks up his sleeve. She was just in the middle of ladling everything into bowls when she heard the telltale creaking of someone coming down the stairs.

Trent reached the common area, buttoning up the last few buttons of his shirt as his feet hit the floor. The common room was empty, and almost everything was the same as when he'd left except that one table now had a blue tablecloth draped over it and had three spots set with chopsticks. He could hear the second kitsune moving about in the kitchen, and it was then that he began wondering what he'd say to her; there's no way she hadn't heard him screwing Kerrin, and he had no idea how she'd react if he knew she was a kitsune. After a moment's thought he decided that taking it easy would be the best course of action, and to not bring up anything she didn't bring up first.

Sakura walked into the room carrying three steaming bowls of rice, chicken, and carrots covered in teriyaki sauce into the room. She coyly set the tray down on the table before looking up at Trent, feigning surprise like she hadn't heard everything. "Oh! I didn't realize you'd be coming down so soon. If you don't mind my asking, where is Kerrin?"

Last time trent had checked, she was passed out on the bed in a cum coma, acting out a wet dream with her fingers on her clit. "She's, ah... preoccupied. I'm sure she'll be down in a minute." She didn't seem surprised at all, and in fact her knowing smile made it seem she knew all about what had been going on. He walked over to the table, and was about to try and change the subject when he saw a familiar gleam in Sakura's eye. She wanted something from him, and judging by how the other kitsune had been on him like a hound on meat he probably knew what she was after. He tried mirroring that lusty gleam, and sat down at the table with a completely different plan in mind. "Say, what are we having tonight?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

Sakura replied with a certain edge in her voice, something that wanted to playfully dance around the issue for a little while. "Teriyaki chicken," she replied, "Do you not like it?"

Trent stood up from the table, taking a few steps to the side. "Eh, it's not really my speed." He walked slowly around the table, gradually making his way to where Sakura was sitting. "Is there anything else I could have?"

She stood up as well, her grin going from knowing to naughty. He knew she wanted it, but was willing to play her games for a little while. Sakura stood up as well, pacing over to the kitchen. "Hmm, I think there might be something in here... let me take a look." Trent watched her leave his view, then waited a few seconds for courtesy's sake. A small smile spread across his face as he stepped through the doorway, which only broadened as he saw what was waiting for him.

Sakura stood with her back turned to him, innocently eyeing some of the items in the pantry. He could she had one of her dress straps hanging precariously off her shoulder, and rightly guessed it was no mere accident. The floorboards didn't make a sound as he approached, and he padded up to her without so much as a creak. She didn't jump as he got right behind her, instead politely asking a question of him. "Do you know what you'd like instead of the chicken? There's quite a few things I could make for you instead..."

Trent's grin only widened. "Oh, I think I know just what I want." His hands slid around her torso, one holding her tight to him by the stomach and the other gently squeezing on her breast. He leaned and kissed her on the neck, followed by a few more kisses trailing down her shoulder to her other dress strap. Slowly but surely he took the fabric in his teeth and slid it off, leaving the dress held up by the paw clutched to Sakura's chest. In response she reached back behind her, grabbing Trent by the hips and grinding her rump against his crotch. The feeling of his hard shaft rubbing against her butt separated by a few thin sheets of cloth excited her, and her whole body replied with heated arousal.

Trent brought things up a notch as he slipped his hand down under her dress, hoisting up the hem so he could better access her nethers. To his surprise, his fingers found bare fur instead of panties, and as he explored around a bit more he quickly found her clit. "Expecting something like this?" he whispered into her ear, listening intently to her little gasp as he began massaging her. He could feel a little bit of wetness as he slid his fingers along her soft vulva, and without much difficulty he slid two fingers inside. She let out a slight moan as he began stroking inside her, gently squeezing down on the intruding digits. Trent could hear her breathing getting heavier, and with a bit of finesse he slipped his other hand under her dress to grope her tits directly. He played about with her hardened nipples, teasingly stroking and pinching as she continued to sigh with pleasure.

Sakura loved the feeling of Trent's exploring fingers inside her, rubbing her soft insides and teasing her g spot. His other hand was doing good work too, and his mouth was busy tenderly kissing her neck. It was all wonderful... but she wanted more. Something about the way he moved, slowly and passionately, drove her up the wall, and a rising thirst began to take root in her loins. It felt like she was in heat, but she shouldn't be for another month at least. She needed him to get even more intimate, to stick his throbbing member deep into her pussy and squirt his handsome seed into her womb. The mere thought made her shiver with anticipation...

Trent could feel his charm heating up under his shirt, gradually going from stone cold to body temperature as he fingered Sakura. Her dress had fallen quite a bit, still covering her midsection but leaving her tits exposed, letting him play with her soft little lumps of fun to his heart's content. As his fingers continued to worm around in her warm, wet snatch, he started wondering when the charm would take effect. He didn't get to think about it long, though, as Sakura suddenly leaned forward onto the counter. One hand propped her up, while the other snuck back to her rump and pulled up her dress, raising her tail as she did so. Her backside was completely exposed, her fluffy tail raised into the air like a gleeful invitation. The hand that just lifted her dress grabbed her butt cheek and pulled it aside, revealing her glistening snatch for Trent. When he didn't immediately plunge inside, she started playing with herself to entice him, rubbing her fingers along her moist slit before spreading her labia. "C'mon, stud, fuck me like the horny bitch I am!"

Trent couldn't get his pants off quick enough. It didn't help that he was rock hard, and as he managed to get the fly undone her realized there was a small wet spot right where his dick touched his underwear. His pants dropped to the ground around his ankles, and after a fraction of a second his underwear followed them down. Sakura eagerly looked back at him, and as he met her gaze his cock got into position. Her tail seemed to twitch impatiently as he waited, in tandem with her expression souring. The grin on her face quickly turned to a look of desperation as Trent teased her, rubbing his cock along her silky vulva without pressing inward. Fiery lust burned in her loins, begging to be quenched, the desire to be bred so strong that she started quietly whining.

Suddenly Trent slipped his member into her, causing her to let out a gasp that quickly turned into a moan. Her free hand began furiously working on her clit as he started thrusting into her, sending shudders of sensual pleasure through her body. She could feel the tip of his cock pressing deep inside, sliding around in her juices and almost hitting her cervix. Her vaginal walls reflexively squeezed down on him, intensifying the feelings of him thrusting inside. "Mmmmm, so good..." she moaned.

Trent was having just as good a time with his member surrounded by soft, pulsating muscle. Sakura seemed tighter than Kerrin, softer too, with enough vaginal juice that his cock just slid right in. She was pressing back against his hips with a lusty gusto that rivaled his own, trying to make herself as snug around him as possible. Each thrust in brought a half-conscious moan to her lips, each intermixed with praises and requests for him to keep going. After a moment's thought, he grabbed her tail by the base and took over her masturbating, rubbing her inflamed clit in time with his thrusts. He looked down to admire his cock sliding in and out of her, how her labia gripped him tight and seemed to try and pull him inside whenever he drew back. A familiar pressure was building up, but from the way Sakura was twitching and moaning she was definitely going to cum first.

She knew she was about to blow, and some tiny sliver of reason warned that she'd lose control of her appearance, but she didn't care about anything beyond the next few moments. At last she finally reached her climax, her legs shaking as her whole body spasmed. Her vagina clamped down on Trent almost hard enough to keep him locked in place, and with her clit getting rubbed it became harder and harder to control herself. She had to use both hands to keep from just falling over, alternating between leaning on the counter and thrusting back into his hips. She could feel her true form slipping out in the midst of her orgasmic high, could feel her other eight tails popping back into view, but none of it mattered. The only thing on her mind was the ecstatic haze of heated coitus, and after that the urge to have Trent cum inside her.

With Sakura's snatch gripping him like a fist gloved in warm, wet muscle, it wasn't long before Trent had an orgasm as well. He grabbed Sakura by the hips and violently thrusted deep inside her, cumming at last into her waiting snatch. His seed came out in hot, sticky spurts, flowing deep into her and oozing into her womb. She could feel the snot-textured jizz filling her up, getting into places that hadn't been filled for a long time. It hardly even registered to Trent that Sakura had eight more tails, as he was too busy pumping her full of sperm to care.

It took almost a full minute before the both of them came to their senses and realized that they weren't alone in the room. At some point Kerrin had woken up from her little catnap, and now stood in the kitchen doorway buck naked with cum still trickling from between her legs. Horror began running through her mind as she realized that this guest had seen both her and Sakura's true forms. She always thought something awful would happen if anyone found out, and now her decade-old fears began to take on a life of their own. The torches, the pitchforks, the burning stake for monsters, she could see it all in her mind's eye. It was only a matter of time before- "Oh, hey Kerrin!"

Her attention snapped back to the present, and she saw Trent had pulled out and was facing her. His cock dripped with his own seed and Sakura's feminine juices, and his pants still hung around his ankles. To her surprise, he didn't seem the least bit disturbed by Sakura's true nature, a fact that Sakura noticed as well. "So... you aren't at all... weirded out?" Kerrin asked, the cogs of her mind quickly turning.

Trent seemed a bit confused at her question. "Why would I be? I mean, sure, you're magical beings and you've got nine tails, but you don't seem exactly monstrous. Hell, you're more hospitable than half the innkeepers I've met."

The atmosphere gradually de-escalated, and as Kerrin stepped fully into the room she exchanged a mischievous glance at Sakura. "Hmm. I don't suppose you'd be adverse to remaining here for a few nights, would you?"

"I guess not. Why do you ask?"

Trent backed up, straight into Sakura's waiting arms. She grabbed him around the waist and moved her hands to idly stroke his still-dripping cock, then leaned in and seductively whispered in his ear. "Well, you've still yet to pay for your stay here, and we thought you might be interested in an... alternative payment method. It'll just be a few more nights, and we promise we won't do anything too extreme."

Kerrin stepped up to his front, gently caressing his face with a lover's touch. "Unless, of course, you'd like a little extreme. I think we'll have plenty of time to sort out your kinks."

Trent hadn't ever worked as hard as he did to please those two kitsune. It only took him a day to clear out his original debt, but after a few uses of his charm he wound up neck deep in sexual favors. It was one long week, and a story for another time.

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