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Here's part 2 of The Kitsune's Apprentice, where things between Rini and Henrick get much more complicated. If you have any questions, concerns, or suggestions, please let me know in the comments; I feel like the more serious drama might be distasteful to some, so let me know if you feel that way about it and want me to tone it down.

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"Alright, hands up like you're trying to catch a ball."

Henrick complied, nervously raising his arms with his palms out. "You sure about this?" he asked, "I've still got singed fur from last time..."

"Nah, you'll be fine. Just focus on the spell, and keep your eyes on my hands." Rini was standing about ten feet away from him on the straw-matted floor, wearing a short-sleeved blouse and skirt instead of her usual dress. The two of them were down in the mostly-cleared-out wine cellar, where gouts of fire and bolts of lightning would be less likely to damage something important. They had woven straw mats spread on the floor, which barely cushioned falls but added to the dojo atmosphere nicely. Rini raised her own hands toward Henrick, and after a moment, the sparks of a half-formed spell began dancing between her fingers. "Three... two... one... raitoningu!"

A bolt of crackling magical power flashed out from her hands, and Henrick hardly had time to grasp onto his own spell. He didn't get a chance to utter the right words, but his innate talent combined with the adrenaline of the moment to force the effect into existence. The bolt slammed against a shield of invisible force, ricocheting off to the side before dissipating into the air. It all happened in a fraction of a second, and once it was over his mind questioned if he'd really just done what he did. "Did... I think it worked, it actually-"

He was interrupted by a second bolt streaking toward him, and this time he had even less time to react. He flinched in anticipation of the painful shock, expecting to smell burning fur and ozone, but to his surprise, he only smelled the latter. He looked up to see Rini just as surprised as him, and when he glanced at the mat, he saw a little scorch mark where the bolt had landed. He must have deflected it, he thought, somehow casting the ward through reflex. He met his mentor's eyes with eager resolve, and without saying a word, she knew what to do. She chucked a small orb of fire next, which Henrick easily blocked. The flames hadn't even dissipated before she hurled another volley, this time making three fiery bolts to streak towards him from three different directions. Each crashed against a wall of force, and after the fire was gone Henrick started sprinting toward Rini. She managed to get off a single ineffectual blast before he tackled her to the floor, winding up straddling her hips and pinning her hands to the mat.

"You really need to step up your game," Henrick murmured, leaning in close to her ear. "If one little wolf can take you down, there's no telling what a whole pack might do to you..."

Rini grinned, her nethers warming up in anticipation. "Oh? And what might that be, rip my clothes off and fuck me silly?" She was playfully squirming under him, trying her best to grind her hips into his. Ever since she'd started feeding him pink poppy extract on the regular, he'd been much more randy with her, but he wasn't far enough gone yet to go after her like she wanted him to. In a few more days the problem would fix itself, and she longed for the day when he'd pin her down over the table and breed her like a feral dog.

"Maybe..." Henrick leaned down and kissed her on the lips, then on the neck, and then on the clavicle. She could barely hold in the urge to rip off her clothes as he slowly lifted up her blouse hem, gently kissing her on the belly and making her shiver. "Maybe they'd rather savor the moment..." His hands slowly slid under the fabric, groping her soft furry tits while he continued to kiss and lick her abdomen. "Maybe they'd like to smell your anticipation, let you stew a little as they feel you up." Rini could hardly stand the tension, but she did her best to enjoy it. She wanted him to be more brutal, more dominant, more primal, but she was afraid any attempt to guide him would break her hold on him. He reached one hand down under her dress as he pulled up her shirt all the way, and her nethers twitched slightly as his fingers found her clit. She couldn't lie, it felt wonderful when he fingered her and suckled at her tit, but she wished he'd stop being so... romantic.

Henrick was enjoying her little trembles and breaths, and the way her wet, supple vulva squished under his touch made him even hornier. When he'd first met her, he'd been a tad worried about making advances, but in the week they'd been together he'd found she never said no. It seemed like she was always thirsty for action, and he often wondered if he'd ever fully slake her. Two of his fingers slipped inside her snatch as she subtly gasped, and he began gently fingering her with a slow, steady rhythm. He quickly found her little g-spot and made good use of it, causing her to breathe even harder and squirm under him.

His tongue was doing a number on her tit, and with her g-spot getting worked at, she wasn't sure how long she'd last. "Mmmm," she murmured, "Keep going..." She put one hand behind his head and massaged the back of it, letting her other hand grope her free tit. He was doing a great job using his tongue, teasing her sensitive little nipple with little licks and the occasional suckle. Once she felt herself getting close, she reached down and started rubbing her clit in time with his fingering, closing her eyes as she pictured her fantasy. She imagined being on the side of the road, knocked down and stripped naked as a savage wolf felt her up. She always loved the idea of being half-forced into sex, and right as she climaxed she pictured Henrick almost forcing herself on her while she only half resisted.

Rini moaned softly as her vagina squeezed down, cozily enveloping his intruding fingers while she rubbed at her clit. Her body writhed as her soft orgasm took hold, pleasure coursing through her nethers while Henrick kept going. He loved the way she tried to hold back her moan but couldn't help being vocal; she always wound up moaning something, be it his name or just incoherent sound.

It lasted less than a minute, and by the end, Rini was even hornier than before. She eagerly rolled onto her belly and rose to her hands and knees, expecting to hear the sound of his pants getting unbuckled, anticipating the feeling of his cock nudging her pussy lips. Her tails were raised high, her legs were spread wide, and her snatch dripped fat droplets of pussy juice; she couldn't think of any way to make her rump look any more inviting. "C'mon, stud," she purred, "Show me what those wolves would do to me!"

"Meh, not right now."

Rini looked back over her shoulder in disbelief and watched Henrick stand up and turn away. She was eagerly presenting her rump, he was pitching a tent in his pants, and he'd definitely snuck a glance at her aching pussy; why wasn't the dumb wolf fucking her? She scrambled up to her feet as well, her tits still hanging out as she hurried over to Henrick. "But... don't you want to-"

"No, I'm feeling kind of hungry, and my head won't stop buzzing. I think I'll eat lunch, then maybe take some essence of blackroot and lay down for a while." He then walked toward the stairs, making no attempt to comfort her or apologize for not wanting to fuck.

Rini stood there sulking for a moment, then suddenly dashed toward the door as a brilliant idea blossomed in her mind. She blocked her quarry from going any further, pulling down her blouse over her bare tits to seem more reasonable. "Okay, why don't I make lunch if you're feeling ill? It's the least I could do after that fingering you gave me. Does chicken soup sound good?"

"That sounds perfect," replied Henrick, "Thank you." Rini led him back upstairs to the parlor and got him seated with an excellent book to read before getting to work. She got started on the soup, but while it was cooking, she grabbed a pink bottle from a hard to reach cabinet. It had the same look and scent of the potion that had kicked off their relationship, but it had received quite a few upgrades since she'd last used it: firstly, it was much more potent, so a mouthful of it would have the same effect as a full bottle of the previous version. Secondly, it took a third of the time to produce results; all the erotic effects would blossom in about ten minutes, instead of taking half an hour. And finally, this time she made sure she wouldn't accidentally drug just herself again by dumping half into each of their bowls. Once the soup was prepared, she put the soup on plates, added a few slices of bread for dipping, then brought everything out into the parlor.

Henrick was lounging on one of the couches, but he sat up once he saw Rini enter the room. He gave her a friendly smile as she approached, and she responded with a smile of her own. Why'd he have to be so damn civil? Weren't wolves supposed to be domineering, especially the males? Where was the primal power, the wild lust? She'd wanted him to fuck her like he owned him, but he was so... polite. But, of course, the stuff she'd put soup would take care of that. "Hey," Henrick said as she set down the tray, "Thanks for making lunch, I'm starving."

Rini grinned as she sat down with her legs crossed, trying to look both pert and appetizing at the same time. "Oh, don't mention it." He'd be paying her back soon enough...

The wolf picked up the bowl closest to him, blew on it once, then slurped up a spoonful. "You're a good cook," he complimented, "Reminds me of my mother's cooking."

"Does it now?" Rini grabbed her own bowl and swiftly started eating, not wanting to seem like she was avoiding the soup. "What's she like? Is she anything like your father?"

He took another spoonful, fishing out a chunk of chicken and popping it into his mouth. "Oh no, she's much homier. Mother never cared much for my father's adventures, and she's the one who convinced him to settle down and have kids. I remember one time, we had a little kobold who kept sneaking into our store at night, pilfering smoked jerky of all things. Father wanted to hunt it down, but mother forbade it; instead, she managed to convince the little guy to leave, which had my father grumbling for days afterward."

Rini put on a porcelain smile. "Your mother sounds like quite the woman," she commented. It wouldn't be long until she got what she wanted, and then all this small talk would be replaced by grunts and moans of pleasure.

"Oh yeah, she could talk down a berserker without breaking a sweat. Plus, one time I-" He stopped suddenly, ashamed of what he was about to say. He was about to tell Rini about the time he'd peeked into her mother's room and saw the two of them going at it; she was riding him like an expert jockey, making the old wolf moan with pleasure and treating him like her fuck toy. "I..." His adolescent body had decided to pop a boner right then, and... wait, why the hell was he thinking about his parents loudly and passionately fucking each other? "I, ah, caught quite the scolding for sneaking a girl into my room."

"Oh? What was she like?" The poor wolf was halfway through his soup, and she could tell the potion was starting to take hold. She wondered what kind of thoughts were swirling through his head, what erotic fantasies he came up with when he was lonely and horny.

"Well, her name was Beatrice, she was a badger who lived near our shop. She..." had an amazing ass, a surprisingly tight pussy, and great big tits you could bury your face in. "Well, my father didn't take kindly to her, so we..." fucked on the family dining table while no one else was around. She screamed like a banshee when she came, and I can still remember everything from that night. "So we, ah..." rutted like wild animals every night for a month. I can still remember the feeling of her pussy squeezing on my knot, the way she seemed to beg for my cum by contracting her warm, wet vagina. She wasn't as tight as you, but she made up for it in spirit; that girl could ride a dick like no one else, and her technique of both giving and receiving head was just superb. He set down the soup and rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, trying not to betray what he was really thinking. "I'm sorry, it's just... I kinda feel... weird."

His cock was making a massive bulge in his pants, much to his dismay and her delight. "What's wrong, honey?" Rini cooed, "Feeling a little dizzy?" She made a point of uncrossing her legs, stretching one out on the couch and spreading the other wide. When he tried not to stare, she subtly lifted her skirt, giving him quite the eyeful and forcing him to stare. His manners were quickly deteriorating into a feverish haze, and she could see the horny beast trying to claw its way out. It was then that she decided to chuck subtlety out the window; she swung around so that her rear faced her quarry, bending herself over the couch's backrest and raising her nine tails high. Her hands reached back and pulled her skirt all the way up, then spread her cheeks to give the best view of her snatch. She was already dripping wet, and as she posed a fat droplet of her feminine fluids fell to the couch. "I'm all yours, stud," she purred, "Take me for a ride!"

It was right then that the full force of the potion came down on Henrick, and at that moment something in his mind just... snapped. As his pupils went wide, the kind wolf who'd been Rini's student melted away, leaving behind an animal of pure instinct. He took two sniffs of the air before focusing on the aroused female in the room and quickly crept over to where she was presenting herself. She was waiting for the feel of his cock brushing up against her vulva when she noticed him lean down and start to snuffle at her snatch. His wet nose pressed into her, but just as she looked back, she felt his warm tongue slide across her nethers.

She let out a long sigh of pleasure as his long tongue started lapping at her pussy, each firm stroke hitting her clit before sliding up her slit. He was going at a nice, steady pace, gradually getting deeper into her until he was full-on tongue-fucking her. The feeling of his flexible muscle penetrating into her was amazing, but she couldn't help feeling she wanted more. Rini looked back and used her powers, undoing his belt and tugging his pants and underwear to the ground, but he didn't seem to notice. All he did was double down on eating her out, making it harder and harder for her to think straight. He was really getting deep into her with his nose buried between her cheeks; he had his hands hooked onto her thighs, using them as leverage to go to town on her.

Rini decided to try and get him to mount her by shifting her position; she really wanted to get fucked doggy-style, but she figured she'd be able to better get at his cock from on her back. Her first attempt was met with stiff resistance; as she shifted her weight to the side, Henrick firmly moved her back into place. The second try was a tad more forceful, but with his tongue rooting around inside her she just couldn't focus. "Gods... mrrrrrph, just... move!" In an angered attempt to get him off of her, Rini drove her right foot backward and kicked him in the chest, forcing him away and letting her whirl around. When she did, she found herself face to face with a vicious beast, with teeth bared and eyes glaring. At first, primordial fear welled up inside her, but it was quickly crushed by pure lust. His red monster of a cock was as stiff as a flagpole, a little bead of precum oozing out of the tip. This was it, she thought, her chance to get brutally fucked by a wolf was at hand. She lifted up her legs and spread them wide in anticipation, her silky pussy in full view as she gently parted her labia. "Come on!" she exclaimed, "Fuck me like you hate me, stud! I'm all your- woah!"

Her dirty talk ended abruptly as Henrick crossed the distance to her like a bolt of lightning, grabbing her legs and yanking her hips into the air. Her shoulders still rested on the couch while her knees bent over his shoulders, putting her delectable pussy right where he wanted it. He continued slurping and licking at her groin with renewed gusto, and now she had no way to stop him; she couldn't concentrate enough for a spell with pleasure coursing through her mind, and she couldn't get at him with her legs or arms. All she could do was enjoy his wonderful tongue as it drank up her juices, caressing her vulva and hitting her clit with amazing grace. "Ooooh... you dumb dog," she moaned, "ahhhh, don't... hhhooo gods... don't stop." She finally gave into the pure pleasure of the moment, relaxing and letting her drugged up pupil eat her out. He was terrific, and each swipe of his big, soft tongue sent shivers of pleasure through her body. She only hoped she had enough left in her to still enjoy getting mounted, since the orgasm she could feel coming to the surface felt like a big one.

When her climax finally came, it didn't seem to faze Henrick one bit. He continued to lap at her soft, dripping vulva as she writhed with pleasure, making her moan with delight. Her legs clamped down on his shoulders, thrusting her hips into his face even more. She squeezed down every time his thick tongue slipped inside her, trying to welcome the warm muscle deeper into her pussy. Her eyes rolled back into her head as ecstasy clouded her mind, and her blissful moans could be heard throughout the mansion. It took her more than a minute for her to finish cumming, and by then she was all tuckered out. When Henrick finally flipped her over and bent her over the couch, all she could do was quietly moan. "Mmmm, there you go... good boy..."

The young wolf quickly mounted her, and without much grace began humping her backside. She could feel the precum-dripping tip of his cock poking her in the rear, getting closer and closer to her snatch. Eventually, he got it lined up just right, and as he thrust into her, she let out a gasp of pleasurable surprise. She was so wet with his saliva and her juices that he slid in almost effortlessly, pushing in until his furry scrotum pressed flush against her groin. His girth made her feel stuffed and stretched out; she loved the way it hurt, but as her pussy got used to him the little bit of pain melted into pleasure. He wasted no time on easing into things and quickly began to pound into her like a jackhammer. Rini could barely think with his throbbing red member jerking around inside of her, but she still managed to reach down and massage her clit. "Oh, gods... ooooohhhh, so huge... fuck me... don't... stop..."

Henrick continued without acknowledging her praise, fueled by nothing more than instinct. Her pussy drew him in with its intense warmth and subtle texture, enveloping his cock with each inward thrust. The female under him was pushing back, too, seeming to enjoy mating with him. He leaned down and gently took the scruff of her neck in his mouth; she was his property, and he felt he ought to remind her. She was moaning something he didn't care about, something about cumming, but he paid the female no mind. When she started writhing under him, and her pussy pulsed and squeezed around his intruding organ, he just kept on going; they both knew he was now only in it for himself, and the wolf wouldn't stop until he was finished with her. He could already feel his knot starting to swell up, and as it began to pop in and out of her with each thrust, he pulled her close and started to penetrate deeper into her. The pleasure of her heated vagina sliding up and down his cock was really starting to get to him, and he knew he'd make her his mate in a few moments.

Rini could feel his bulging knot start to pop in and out of her, but he quickly corrected this by keeping his cock deep inside her. Her pussy was incredibly sensitive after her last orgasm, so each little motion made her shiver with bliss. She was moaning up a storm, too, intermixed with slurred attempts at dirty talk and Henrick's feral grunts. She could feel him tensing up, preparing to make her his bitch for a good thirty minutes. When the wolf made one last balls-deep thrust, and his knot expanded to its full, bloated size, Rini squeezed against him with all her might, trying to milk every last drop of his sticky cum. He practically exploded inside her, spurting glops of hot, viscous cum into her womb, pressing his crotch flush to her rump as his knot held everything in. His whole body stiffened up until he was fully finished breeding her, and then he slumped on top of his mate in a sudden haze of lethargy.

"So, I take it this is the guest father told me about?"

Rini froze, the erotic bliss of the moment evaporating as her blood ran cold. She knew that voice well; its owner wasn't supposed to come home yet, wasn't supposed to know about him and her, and definitely wasn't supposed to catch the two of them in the act. While Henrick was still dazed, she whirled around to see another nine-tailed cat, dressed in a sensible black dress with silver buttons. Her fur was mostly black, with white splotches randomly scattered about her body, and her eyes glared at her sister with bitter disappointment. Beside her stood a meek-looking male rabbit, dressed up in a blue suit and almost cowering behind her. "A-Alef?" Rini stuttered, "What are you doing home? I thought you had a-"

"What the... how'd I... did we..." Henrick had come to his senses and was looking around confused. He looked to Rini, then down to where his cock was stuck inside her, then to the two new people in the room. "Oh, uhh..." He had no clue how to make himself look more decent, so he just awkwardly introduced himself. "Uhh, hi, I'm ah... I'm Henrick."

The black-furred cat's expression hardly changed. "Charmed. Now if you two are done rutting, get to the washroom so the mess will be easier to clean up; semen is ridiculously hard to clean out of upholstery." She then turned her attention fully on Henrick, and he saw she had different-colored eyes, one red and one yellow. "Once you're decent, I want to see you in my office." She then turned and left the parlor with her rabbit companion, leaving Rini and Henrick tied together on the couch.

"Rini, why don't I remember getting like this?"

She looked over her shoulder at her lupine lover as a chill ran down her spine; how the hell was she going to explain the amnesia? She'd guessed it might happen, but she hadn't counted on the wolf asking questions about it. "What do you mean getting like this?" she asked, "Don't you remember sticking it in?" Maybe she could reflect the blame back on him, get him to try and figure out what was wrong with himself while she figured out a cover story.

"That's the thing, I don't." He put one hand to his chin in thought, trying to make sense of his abridged memories. "I remember feeling weird, you were showing off your goods, then... nothing."

"Huh... weird..." She could just tell the truth, get this over with quickly and painfully... but no, she could figure out how to sweep this under the rug. "In the meantime, do you mind carrying me to the bath? It'd be nice to get cleaned up..."

"Yeah, sure." The wolf gently picked up his partner by the thighs and awkwardly carried her down a few halls to the bathroom. There they stripped off their clothes, then pumped some water for the bath. Henrick used a bit of magic to heat it up, and together they stepped into the water and sat down. Neither said a word as the awkwardly cuddled, waiting for his bulging knot to die down enough to pull out. Henrick couldn't get the feeling of embarrassment scrubbed out of his brain and silently prayed to the gods that their rutting session would go undiscussed. Rini was worried about what Alef would do to her as punishment for "reckless intercourse," as she called it. They were both the same age, but Alef had been a domineering bitch ever since she was given partial ownership of the Cozy Fox inn; she never approved of any of Rini's sexual exploits, and when she'd been caught before there had been hell to pay.

The knot finally slipped out with a satisfying pop, and Rini felt all of the wolf's pent-up cum come oozing out. The two of them quickly washed the stickier bodily fluids out of their fur before exiting the bath, and they both dried themselves off with a quick little spell. Both got dressed without a word to one another, and Rini headed to her room while Henrick made his way to the office.

The black and white cat was waiting behind a large mahogany desk, sitting in a heavy-set leather chair and steepling her fingers. She motioned for Henrick to sit in one of the two smaller chairs on his side of the desk, and the young wolf nervously complied. There was an oppressive air of accusation hanging in the room, and he thought for sure he was here to get reprimanded. "So, Henrick," Alef began, "Would you mind telling me how you and Rini started out?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, wishing he had his lover by his side. "Well, the first day I got here, she... well... she kind of came onto me. Just showed up in my bedroom naked, and..." He trailed off, wondering why exactly Alef was so interested in his sex life.

"Hmm. Have you ever felt dizzy or lightheaded since you've met her?"

"Uh... yeah, actually... I felt kinda weird before I blacked out..."

Alef raised one eyebrow in surprise. "Blacked out? Was this right before your little romp in the parlor?"

"Yeah... wait, how'd you-"

"And she's been cooking all your meals for you, I assume?" When Henrick didn't deny it, she let out a long resigned sigh. When she met his gaze, he could see tired disappointment etched on her face. "Do you have any clue about what she's been doing to you?"

Worry began to stir in his chest. "What do you mean, she hasn't been doing anything to me, I don't-"

"She's been drugging you, Henrick. I'm guessing she's been slipping you pink lotus extract every chance she can, with nary a thought to what it can do to a person..." Alef sat back into her chair, seeming far older than her appearance let on. "This isn't the first time she's done this, trying to turn someone into her personal sex toy... I thought she'd realized it was wrong, or at least learned not to do it again, but... evidently, she didn't."

It took a second for Henrick to fully realize what she'd said, and a few seconds more to react to it. "She... she raped me? No, no, I wanted it, I let her, even if she did get my libido up." Part of him agreed with the words coming out of his mouth, while the rest of him felt almost violated.

"Do you love her, Henrick? When you mate with her, is it something you really want, or is it something she pressured you into?"

"Well, she can be a bit forward, but she doesn't mean any harm by it. Maybe she... maybe she just wants company or something, maybe she's lonely." Suddenly a thought popped into his head; it seemed almost sinister, and he was conflicted about speaking his mind, but the words just sort of fell out of his mouth. "You keep her on a tight leash, don't you?"

Alef leaned forward, putting her hands on the desk. "It's for her own good. She doesn't realize what it means to be even part kitsune; out there, most people either afraid of us or want to kill us. You know how I mentioned this wasn't her first time drugging someone? Her first mark was a kid, barely sixteen years old. She kept him on pink lotus extract for almost two weeks before I found out, and when I got him off it, it turned out she'd gotten him addicted. I had to partially wipe his memory to get it out of his system, then pay his family a hefty sum out of the company coffers to keep his family from reporting her to the constables. And the worst part was that Rini saw nothing wrong with kidnapping and drugging the boy, nothing at all." The cold fire in Alef's eyes grew even more intense, and Henrick sensed she was nearing the point. "She doesn't think of you, or almost anyone else, as a living thing, she thinks of you as a toy. All she cares about is what you can do for her, sexually or otherwise." The black and white cat then stood up from her chair and paced over to a portrait hanging on the wall, which depicted Rini and Alef beside their mothers and father. "I've arranged for a carriage to take you away tomorrow morning. Whether you wish to come back or not is up to you, but I want you to stay away for a few days so I can work on her. Maybe I'll call in doctor Patel again..."

Alef seemed to drift off into thought, and Henrick took it as a signal to leave. He quietly exited the office and made his way to his room. The troubled wolf grabbed a book from the parlor on his way up, caring less about the subject and more about the distraction it would provide. On his way up the stairs, he caught a glimpse of Rini peeking around a corner, causing unease to creep through his mind. He didn't know if it was the talk with Alef that did it, but the way she looked at him seemed... different. It wasn't longing in the sense that she loved him, it was more like a feral dog staring at a piece of meat outside its cage. She was hungry for him, almost desperately so, but something --probably Alef-- stood in her way. As he shut himself in his room and started to read, he began to wonder if maybe he should just go home. Maybe he shouldn't get entangled with Rini and risk getting abused when she got bored of him. Maybe he should just leave her with her controlling sister, let the two of them sort out their weird family drama on their own.

Maybe... maybe he should just leave the whole family of magical monsters behind him.

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