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_This is the sequel to A Tale of Two Vixens I was talking about writing, though you don't need to have read that series to understand this one. If you have any comments, questions, concerns, or commission ideas, please let me know in the comments below. _

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This was it. After a full week's journey, Henrick had finally arrived at his destination. The young, grey-furred wolf looked over the building looming in front of him, wondering who could afford to live in such a place. His father had often told him about his affluent friend, Trent, who owned a few businesses in a few towns and ran them with his two wives. Henrick always wondered how a monster hunter turned shop owner like his father had become friends with a feline innkeeper; he'd said that Trent had hired him for a job, but Henrick thought that wasn't all of it. He'd only met Trent and his wives once, back when he was about five. Trent had appeared reasonable enough, but his wives seemed... mystical. They had a weird air about them, a tingly sensation that sprung up whenever they were close. It was years later that he learned it was because they were both kitsunes, and a few years after that he realized he only felt their aura because he was magically attuned.

It was this attunement that had brought him to the threshold of the whitewashed mansion: his father wanted him trained in the mystic arts. His mother had argued they should send him to college, but his father wouldn't hear of it. "There's nothing college will teach him that a kitsune can't," he'd said, "They learn magic from the day they're born, and their monster- er, mystical heritage makes them the perfect teachers. Plus, the ones teaching him will be Trent's own daughters; they won't charge us a single copper, and from what I've heard they'd love to meet him." Rini and Alef. He'd never met them, so all he had was Trent's description and his own imagination. He knew they'd started their own business, something involving trade, and judging by the home in front of him it had been reasonably successful.

He suddenly grew conscious of his own attire, and the dusty traveling clothes that he'd been wearing for the last two days seemed too... trampish. The sturdy shortsword at his side had seen him through quite a few scrapes, but now he couldn't tell if it was too cumbersome or too tiny. His backpack with all his possessions seemed all too rugged, especially without any real decorations. He wasn't fit for mansions or tea parties, but as his father had always said, "It never hurts to try and fit in." He quickly smoothed out his collar, tucked in his shirt, adjusted his belt, and tried to make himself look presentable, hoping his hostesses wouldn't mind his appearance. Once he felt he'd done his best, he walked up to the gilded door and gave it two solid knocks.

He was here! He was finally here! But, of course, she managed to take just a tad too long, as usual. Rini was still trying to tie her purple hair back with a pretty blue ribbon, but she couldn't get the damn thing on straight. Whatever, she thought as she strode out from her room, she could do it on the way. The nine-tailed cat started using her magic with the ribbon, holding her hair in place with her telekinetic grip while her hands tied the bow. She finished right as she got to the foyer balcony, and could hear her soon-to-be guest knocking on the door a few more times. "Coming!" she shouted, then raised her hand and magically twisted the locks and handle open.

When Henrick saw the door handle twisting, he expected to see someone on the other side, but as it creaked open, he realized no one was there. The door led into a grand foyer, with two carpeted staircases leading up to a second-floor balcony. There were big oil paintings on the walls, depicting big battles, civil scenes, and of course a few rich people. He looked around to see who might have opened the door, but the only person around was all the way on the second floor.

"Coming!" she called out, and to his surprise, his hostess jumped onto the railing and slid down to greet him. When she approached, he was struck by her odd appearance: she had the basic facial features of a cat, but with a vixen-ish charm that made him both comfortable and nervous at the same time. Her fur, too, was rather strange, though it seemed to nicely compliment her low-cut blue dress: Most of her fur was white, but she had purple tiger-stripes running along her arms and shoulders, and her nine slim tails were each capped with royal purple. He'd never seen something with more than one tail before and stared a bit more than was proper before realizing she was offering her hand. He swiftly took it and kissed the top, much to her surprise. "Hello," he said, "My name is-"

"Henrick," the girl finished for him. "I've heard quite a bit about you, but I don't think the letters do you justice. I'm Rini, by the way." He could feel the air tingling with magical power, and knew right then this must be his teacher. The door opening on its own seemed to make a bit more sense with a kitsune involved, although he wondered if a half-breed like Rini had the same powers as a full-blood. "If you'll follow me," she continued, turning around and beckoning him on with one finger, "I've got some tea waiting in the next room." Henrick let his strange hostess lead him deeper into the mansion, through a set of ornate glass-paneled doors into what looked like a large parlor. There were finely made couches and chairs laid all about, with more books than Henrick had seen in his whole life lining the shelves. "Please, sit," said Rini, motioning to a large armchair on one side of a small wooden table. "I'll have the refreshments out shortly."

Henrick set his backpack and sword beside him and gladly sat down, quickly finding that the chair was just about the cushiest he'd ever sat in. He seemed to sink into it quite a bit, so much so that he had to get up and perch himself on the edge of the seat to use the table. He looked around some more, at the books and paintings, and wondered where they'd amassed so much stuff. One picture in particular caught his eye: a valiant-looking bear in plate mail, holding his sword point-down in a pensive pose. Did Rini or Alef even know this bear, or did they just buy it because it looked pretty? The painting probably cost more than his father's shop made in a month, and these kitsune had a dozen like it. Did it have any significance, other than being a simple wall-covering? He got up from his chair and paced over to the painting; it felt like there was something off about it, but he didn't know what.

Everything was going according to plan, Rini thought. Her pesky sister was gone for two weeks, the cute young wolf was waiting in the parlor, and he hadn't seemed the least bit dazed by her nine tails. She finished stirring a bit of honey into her own tea, then uncorked a pink bottle of sweet-scented liquid and poured it into the left-hand cup. She'd made it especially for him, spending half the morning brewing it up. A little sip would make him a bit tingly, a gulp would get him horny, and if he drank the whole cup... all she'd have to do is flash her panties, and he'd be on her like a randy hound. It would take around half an hour to work its magic, but she could wait. The only other downside was that it would wear off after his first orgasm, but by then she was sure she could get him hooked.

She imagined the feeling of him on top of her, mounting her, pulling her back into his thick red cock as if he owned her. He'd fill her up with his massive meat, stretching her out and making her squeal. She'd be his loyal breeding bitch too, resisting just enough to make it fun, letting him feel like a conquering alpha as he railed her tight snatch. Her mind then fixated on having his bulging knot inside her, being tied to him, and that wonderful feeling of it finally popping out as his seed leaked onto the ground. She'd always wanted to have her way with a wolf, but every one she'd met had turned tail and ran when they'd seen her extra tails -- all except Henrick.

She picked up the tea tray and slid on a plate of sugar cookies before heading back out into the parlor. Henrick was eyeing one of the paintings like some sort of inquisitor, and Rini decided it'd be a good time to set the mood. Without making a sound, she set down the tray and snuck up behind her quarry, creeping right up behind him without a single creak from the floorboards. He was so engrossed in thought that he nearly jumped out of his fur when her finger tapped him on the shoulder. When he'd finished recoiling, she pointed the same finger over to the tea. "I've got refreshments ready if you're interested."

"Oh... yes, thank you," he replied. She led him back to the small table with the armchairs, and both of them took seats on either side. Rini relaxed back into her own less-overstuffed armchair, then took a cookie from the plate.

"So, I hear your father wants me to teach you a few things about magic." She took a dainty nibble of her cookie as she awaited his reply with an intrigued expression on her face.

Henrick gulped, then decided to pick up the rightmost cup on the tray. "Well, yes." He thought it only proper to take a sip from his cup, and as he did so, he realized the tea was awfully sweet. His hostess must have added in honey without asking, which he found sort of odd. "He said that since your father was a friend of his, you'd be a good teacher. Plus, I don't think he wanted to shell out the gold for college."

Rini graced him with a curt laugh, then picked up her own cup. She always liked having quite a bit of honey to sweeten things up, and with her cookie in her other hand, she had her sweet tooth sated. "What's life like back home? I hear your father runs a reputable shop in Merryen, what's that like?"

"Oh, it's pretty mundane." He took another sip of the overwhelmingly sweet tea, wondering how much honey she'd put into it. Still, he didn't want to offend a proper lady like her and decided it'd be better not to complain. "Father keeps my siblings and I busy most of the time, and mother schools us when we've got time to spare." He slowly waved on hand around the room, indicating the paintings, the bookshelves, and all the other articles of comfy living. "I'm afraid it's a far cry from all this, though... I've not had many dealings with more affluent folk, so I'm sorry if I come off as rude."

Rini giggled again before taking a bigger bite of her cookie. "It's alright; Alef is the one who set all this up. She's as prissy as they come, but me? Well, let's just say my manners could certainly use some work." Another sip and another bite passed in silence, and Rini decided to take a risky move. "Y'know, I've always liked guys with a bit of rugged charm... makes me think of the storybooks, like Ol' Roland." She'd caught quite the obsession in her teenage years, but now that she was older she was after something more tangible than fiction.

Henrick laughed a bit nervously, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. "Ah, well, I'm flattered by the comparison, but my swordsmanship isn't exactly the stuff of fables." He had halfway finished with his drink, and he could feel a tiny tingle running over his hide. Something wasn't right, he thought, and his first instinct was to get back to business. "So, when do my lessons start?" he asked, "Or is it more free-form?"

Rini drained the last of her tea and ate the rest of the cookie in a single bite. "I think we can start right away. First lesson: what exactly can you do?"

"Well, I can start small fires, lift light things off the ground, clean up minor spills, cool soup that's too hot..."

"Show me. Make as big of a fireball as you can in your hand without it burning out of control."

Henrick stared at her in disbelief. "Really? In... in here?" If he managed to screw it up, he could burn the whole damn house down.

Rini put her hands on the table as a confident smile spread across her face. A little bit of frost creeped out from her fingers, then dissipated. "Trust me; I can deal with whatever you can dish out."

"Alright... if you say so..." Henrick hesitantly stood up, rolled back his sleeves, then stepped his legs slightly apart. With both his palms up, he closed his eyes and tried to focus on the special little thought that let him work magic, and once he had it, he whispered just the right syllables in just the right tone. "Kaen."

Instantly, a ball of flame the size of his fist sparked to life, hovering a few inches above his palm. Rini looked on, intrigued by his abilities; a spell like this was child's play for a kitsune, but for an untrained mortal it was quite the feat indeed. However, she got the sense he wasn't giving it his all. "Can you make it bigger?" she asked, wondering what exactly the wolf's limits were. His brow furrowed with concentration as the orb gradually grew, getting ever so slightly larger until it was as big as his head. He still didn't seem to be giving it his all, though, and Rini guessed he was holding back out of fear. "Alright, that's enough," she ordered, then discretely reached over to pick up another cookie. The second the fire faded, she tossed it at him, and he deftly caught it with both hands. "Good control and good reflexes," she remarked, "You've got the makings of a great magician."

Henrick looked down to the cookie, then back up at Rini before taking a bite. "So you'll teach me?"

"Of course, silly." Rini's giggle and sly glance made him feel a tad embarrassed, and without really thinking he drank some more tea. As he got to the bottom of the cup, he thought it tasted a bit sweeter, but the thought only rested in his mind for a moment before Rini's next words took its place. "However, before we do anything too strenuous, I'm guessing you'll want to get set up in your room."

"Oh, yes... that'd be nice." He took a moment to grab his sword and backpack, then stuffed the remainder of his cookie into his mouth before grabbing another. Rini led him up through the foyer to the second floor, then down a few halls to a guest bedroom. It was simple, with only a queen-sized bed, a desk, a chair, and a dresser, but it was still twice as big as his room back home. He set down his gear before flopping onto the bed. He was all set to have a nap when he realized Rini was still standing in the doorway.

"Could I get you anything else to eat or drink? Dinner won't be ready for a while..."

Henrick did feel a little bit hungry, but after walking for most of the day sleep and rest seemed more pertinent than food. "No, but thank you," he said, "I think I want to rest for a while. The road hasn't been easy on my feet, and frankly, I could use some sleep."

Rini's face split into a knowing grin. "Alright, I'll wake you once dinner is served. Sleep tight!" She gently closed the door behind her, leaving the potion to take hold of him. Once he woke up, he'd be aching for a horny bitch to stick his cock in, and she planned on being that bitch. But for now, she had to wait, and what better way to pass the time than by warming up a bit. She moved to her study and grabbed one of her books off the shelf, a little leather-bound volume with slightly wrinkled pages. The title stamped on the cover was "The tales of Mary Malagus," printed right above a little heart. She flipped open the well-worn pages to a dog-eared chapter, one who's very title got her worked up: "The Wolf in Sheep's Clothing." As she began reading the familiar introduction, where Mary arrived in town and needed a place to stay, she relaxed back into the chair and got ready for some fun.

She made it through the first few pages without getting too worked up, but once the tension started building she couldn't help but move one hand down to her crotch. It was like a fire was building up inside her, making her all warm and tingly. She could feel her nethers start to heat up as she began to rub between her legs gently, and her vulva were starting to swell. The book always got so descriptive when things got heated, so much so that she could feel the wolf's hand slipping down her shoulders, wrapping around her waist before rising to her breasts. In her imagination, his hot breath was on her neck, his wet, snuffling nose inhaling her aroused scent. The fantasy of having his hips hungrily grinding into her from behind became more real by the second, and as the book's protagonist got gradually undressed, Rini finally slipped her hand under her dress and around her panties.

She could feel her own slick warmth on her fingers as she gently played with herself, tracing one digit along her slit and making herself shiver. Her arousal was in full bore, burning out of control, and she went from teasing to clit-rubbing as her mind began to cloud. She couldn't focus with thoughts of a lupine lover rubbing against her bare skin, and when she couldn't concentrate enough to read she set the book aside. Her fingers started slipping into her wet pussy bit by bit, and as she fingered herself, she dexterously kicked off her panties in full. Erotic fantasies focusing on Henrick swirled in her mind, and as her fingers dove into her pussy, she imagined it was his finger rooting around inside her. Her breathing was heavy and horny, and her whole body squirmed with pleasure as she caressed her tits with her free hand. She alternated between finger-fucking and clit rubbing, moaning like no one could hear her and wishing the wolf was between her legs.

After several minutes of aroused masturbation, she was right on the brink of cumming. The burning lust in her loins had escaped any semblance of control, and her mind was powered solely by an animalistic urge to breed. Her fingers worked at her snatch with blistering speed, making her pussy squeeze against her fingers. She needily panted, wordlessly begging for more as she brought herself almost to orgasm. When she did climax, and she soaked the chair beneath her with her fluids, she knew she needed more; her body craved the weight of a lover, the warmth of his seed inside her womb, and the bulging of his knot tying her to him. Once her body stopped writhing with raw pleasure, and her mind began to focus clearly, she immediately fixated on the wolf sleeping in the guest room with predatory determination. As she stood up and effortlessly stripped off her dress, her primal lust decided she couldn't wait for the potion to take hold, and that she was going to screw him whether he liked it or not.

Henrick awoke to the feeling of something stalking him. Something told him he wasn't alone in the bedroom, and that whatever was in there with him was far from friendly. The door to the room was hanging open, but there wasn't anything else in there with him. He crawled over to the right side of the bed and looked over, finding nothing but an empty floor. There wasn't a single trace of an intruder, and he started wondering if maybe Rini had come in to check on him and had accidentally left the door open. But why would she check on him...

"Hi, Henrick!"

The wolf whirled around to see Rini on the other side of his bed, staring hungrily at him and wearing nothing but a grin. She started crawling towards him on all fours, and he somehow felt that this wasn't the playful girl he'd first met; her eyes gleamed with feral thirst, and from the way her eyes were locked on his own, he felt she was hungry for him. "Ah, Rini? W-what are you doing?" he stammered, "Y-you... you're naked!"

She giggled unsettlingly, still advancing toward him. "Oh, so coy... we'll have to fix that, won't we?" Suddenly, some force wrapped around his arms like a pair of manacles and started dragging him back toward the center of the bed. He was too confused to resist, and ultimately wound up right beside Rini with his hands stuck above his head. Her hands quickly got working on his belt, and once she undid the buckle, she went for the front of his pants. Henrick watched as his hostess pulled off his trousers and underwear, unsure if he should be resisting or encouraging her. When she finally exposed his furry crotch, she instantly buried her nose in the area between his scrotum and his sheath. He could feel her inhaling deeply, and when she looked back at him, she looked even more enthusiastic. "Well now, I guess we'll need to get you hard first, won't we?"

She slid one leg over his hips and quickly straddled him, then feverishly ripped open the front of his shirt. The buttons flying everywhere did little to deter her as she got down low over him, gently licking at his fur before looking him in the eye. Henrick could see that her pupils were incredibly dilated, only accentuating her hungry expression. He didn't know whether to be scared or aroused when she started grinding her hips against him, but as her soft vulva grazed against his sheath, he could feel himself swinging toward the latter. "Rini, are... are you feeling alright?"

The halfbreed smiled, mirthfully giggling as she did. "Of course I do, you silly wolf! But I'd feel a lot better with your thick red cock in my hands..." She then turned around, putting Henrick's cock in front of her mouth and making her rump fill his field of view. He could see her vulva were ready for business, slick with her pussy juices and swollen with arousal. Her nine tails were all raised high, and between her plush furry cheeks, he could also see her puckered little tailhole. His first instinct was to go after her pussy, but other bits of him wondered if she liked it in the butt.

Shivers suddenly ran down his spine when she got ahold of his sheath, gently stroking it to tease out his cock. He was already semi-hard, and her nimble fingers worked around the tip. His red member slid out bit by bit as she continued to stroke at him, and as soon as it was long enough, she started jerking him off. "Oooh, you like that, don't you?" she purred, "I'll take good care of you, don't you worry." After a bit more stroking, she leaned down over his hot dick and gently kissed it, and Henrick stifled a moan as her soft tongue ran over the tip. She started licking it some more, practically drooling over it as she gradually got more intense. Her tongue felt heavenly, so wet and warm, and he found himself trusting her more and more as he lay back and relaxed.

After a minute she took it a step further and managed to get most of it in her mouth. The feeling of cozy wet warmth enveloping his cock made Henrick drop his guard instantly, and he moaned appreciatively as she rolled the tip around in her mouth. Her tongue still worked on him, sliding up and down the shaft while her lips formed a cozy seal. Shortly after, she began vigorously bobbing up and down, getting his member into her throat without issue. He could feel the muscles of her throat contracting, gulping down his precum and massaging his tip, making him close his eyes as pleasure ran through his body. She was a natural, and the more she sucked and suckled, the less he thought about her odd behavior.

He could feel his knot start to swell with anticipation as he got closer to orgasm, but all of a sudden Rini pulled back. "Such a shame," she muttered, "Why couldn't you've stuck it inside me?" Henrick was a bit confused, but she kept on talking. "It's such a big size too... what a shame..." She started gently caressing the base of his knot, which caused him to almost double over at the intense stimulation. Having something massaging that spot had always been the quick ticket to getting him cumming, and right now was no exception.

"Oh, gods... don't stop..." Henrick moaned, and Rini was merciful enough to keep going. Right as he was about to cum, she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, causing his load to shoot right up into her mouth. Several more spurts of cum shot out of his dick as she milked him, getting every last drop out by stroking and squeezing his shaft. Even when he had no more left to give she kept going until she finally pulled back and turned around. There was a little bit of white goo leaking out the side of her muzzle, but she swiftly licked it up; she really wanted to have him knot her, but drinking his slimy seed was almost as good.

"Mmmm, you taste delicious, stud," Rini purred, "I think I'd love some more of your cum." She reached back toward his dick, wrapping her hand around the flaccid red flesh. "I think I know a way to get you back up and running, and then we can have so much more fun. Kare ni katsuryoku o ataeru, kara ni chikara o atae nasai!" Henrick instantly felt a pulse of electrifying vigor flow through him, starting in his cock and radiating outward. He immediately found himself hard again with his knot deflated, and the lusty look in his eyes mirrored Rini's. Without further prompting he grabbed her by the hips and guided her supple pussy over to his crotch, then waited for her to line it up with her hands. His tip grazed against her snatch, letting him get a taste of her warmth before she fully pushed down. Then she began lowering herself down, and his cock pressed against her more and more until it finally slipped inside.

"Aaah! Ooooh... gods you're huge..." Both of them gasped as he slid inside, and Rini took a moment to adjust to his massive girth. Having a wolf inside her was just as good as she imagined, and as she raised herself back up, she marveled at how full she felt. "Mmmm... fill me up..."

Henrick was having a great time too; he hadn't had sex in months, and never with someone as tight as Rini. Her pussy hugged his cock as if her life depended on it, squeezing it in a hot, moist embrace. He enjoyed every inch of her movement and grabbed her by the hips to get her going. "Oh, Rini," he groaned, "You feel amazing... you're so damn tight..." She started humping against him in earnest, getting his cock deep inside her before pulling it out almost all the way. His tip was getting all the way to her cervix, pressing up against the hard little aperture with each thrust. Even without the knot, he was stretching her out, and the sensation of his throbbing member sliding in and out of him just hurt so good. The pain subsided once she'd had a minute to adjust, leaving behind the pleasurable friction and blissful pressure.

"Mmmm... harder," Rini purred, "Take me like you own me..." Henrick hesitated a moment, but once he saw her willingness, he pulled her close to his chest and rolled over. The lithe cat wound up under him, her eyes rolling back as he started pounding into her. The faster pace worked wonders, getting them both to breathe even harder and moan even louder. Rini started to run her hands through his chest fur, but he decided he wasn't having it; he pinned her arms above her head with one hand, then started fondling her breasts with his other. He found himself loving the feel of a submissive partner, how she let him have his way with her while pushing back just a bit. Her pussy hugged his cock with cozy warm wetness, and the more he fucked, the wetter she got. There was a damp spot forming on the bed, but neither of them cared; Henrick was too busy jackhammering into his newfound bitch, and Rini was wrapped up in a haze of ecstasy. Both were getting close to the brink, and Henrick began thrusting even faster and harder.

"Henrick... I'm gonna... gonna..." Rini let out a cry of pure pleasure as she finally came, and Henrick kept thrusting so she couldn't think straight. Her vagina pulsed and throbbed around his member, especially at the base of his already-forming knot. Her pussy closed around his hilt with warm intimacy, and the feel of it brought him to a climax as well. He started jetting his seed into her while she was still convulsing under him, filling up her womb with canine sperm and making her feel... feminine. She didn't know how much she missed the feeling of having a male cum inside her, how his seed oozed into her and sloshed around. The best part was the knot: it was already too big to pull out, and it kept his fluids bottled up inside her so she could enjoy the slimy warmth. Plus, the sense of getting filled made it even better, and her body reflexively contracted on the invading organ like a glove one size too small. Henrick squirmed with pleasure as she milked his balls dry, getting every last drop out of him and into her pussy.

It took a minute for them both to ride out their orgasms, and when they did, they found themselves tied together. Henrick rolled over to put Rini on his chest, and the smaller feline hugged her wolf close. "That was perfect," she whispered, "Just... perfect."

"Yeah," Henrick replied, "You're one hell of a lover." He gently kissed her on the cheek, but then she pulled away and looked down to his crotch.

"How long does it last?" she asked, "An hour?"

"It'll be about thirty minutes, have you got somewhere to be?" Henrick thought for a moment, then seemed to remember something. "It's going to be pretty messy when I... you know. We should probably get some towels..." He moved to try and maneuver Rini so he could carry her, and she gladly let him pick her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and hugged his shoulders like a child, and the two of them went to the bathroom still tied together. When they finally did uncouple with a satisfying slurping sound, most of their combined bodily fluids landed on a single towel, and they used the rest of them to wipe the sticky mix of cum and pussy juice from their genitals and fur. Rini let Henrick take a bath with her, and afterward, they wound up sharing a nice dinner together.

"So..." Henrick asked, "Is this going to be a one-time thing, or..."

Rini giggled a bit. "I hope not. I had a lot of fun tonight, and judging by your moaning you liked it too. We can still do lessons and training, but afterwards..." She took a sip from her wine glass, leaving Henrick to imaging the rest. They finished the meal mostly in silence and afterward retired to Rini's own bed. There they had quite a bit more fun, getting the sheets nice and soiled before drifting off into sleep.

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