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A Master's Birthday Gift

By: Mune Cinteroph (aka Best Pet)

"Mune, have you seen Hiver and Glace?" the folf called.

Arinmal had his arm half buried in the cushions of his sofa. He dug around in the furniture as he would for a common trinket. Irritation painted plainly upon his facial features. The rest of the sitting room lay in complete disarray.

"Maybe they are in their released forms and out getting some air," the corgi called from the bedroom. She lay lazily on the comforter with a book open in front of her.

Arinmal, dressed in his underwear and nothing else stomped into the bedroom. In his mid-thirties, he cut an attractive figure. The corgi could not help but stare at the handsome form. A body well built for fighting demons, he is all lean corded muscle. Thick snowy fur covered his physique, and royal purple marks stood out stark, even in the dim light of the bedroom. The folf began searching, seemingly oblivious to the corgi's eyes following him around. Six foot one of powerful fox wolf hybrid. His strong musk followed him around as much as his pet and familiar's eyes.

"Did you release them?" he asked in a huff.

"Hiver and Glace?"

"Who else, Mune?" Arinmal bent over to check under the dresser. Mune got the perfect view of an attractive rump for a moment. "The hell did they get off to?"

Mune sat up. She was in as little clothing as her Master. A t-shirt, one of Arinmal's at that, hung loosely on her frame. A Pembroke welsh corgi, she cut a rather cute image sitting in the center of their rather large bed. A lightly padded frame, chubby rump, and pert breasts. She is a mere four foot nothing to the folf's much larger frame. Her ruby eyes traced the curve of the folf's rear before the male straightened up again to turn his glaring, violet eyes on her. She only offered an innocent, goofy grin in return.

"Did you stash them somewhere?"

"That does not sound like me," she retorted.

"It sounds exactly like you," the folf shot back. He rolled his eyes and started digging through drawers. "You better not be lying or I am going to take it out on that ass of yours."

"So crude," Mune remarked.

"Screw it."

Arinmal stomped over and grabbed the corgi by the collar. The solid metal ring and tag with kitsune etching glinted in the dim dusk light outside the window. He tugged the girl firmly forward and their muzzles pressed firmly together. They kissed, deep and heated, tongue stroking along one another. Saliva mixed, breath shared, Arinmal pressed himself onto the bitch. Together they tumbled back into the warm, musky smelling blankets. Arinmal had her wrists quickly in his hands and drew her arms up above her head. His free hand explored her body, slid under her shirt, and caressed a breast.

Every breath was him. She breathed nothing but his musk. A moan escaped, she felt the light pinch of one of her sensitive nipples. She felt the hand caress back down her pudgy belly to slide between her thick thighs. She shivered in anticipation. The thick digits gently explored her mound, found her opening only to press in deep and firm. The tremor of bliss that ignited and shot up her spine forced her back to arch. She was near instantly wet and dripping with excitement, perhaps as much as her Master was with the size of the growing dampness in his boxers indicated.

A cry escaped the corgi. Arinmal plunged the two fingers in as deep as they would go, feeling the neediness of the girl that writhed below him. He freed his fingers to tug down boxers only enough to expose his hefty sac and pre drenched sheath. His tip was already poking free. Not ever did his right hand let go of the girl's wrists. They remained pinned above her head. He watched her chest heaving with every breath. Watched the shivers that came with ever squirm of the girl's hips. With a growl deep within his chest, he pulled his sheath back slowly to spill forth the entirety of his deep purple length. It dripped with pre. The musk intensified and Mune nearly blacked out for a moment with the strength of it, adding only more fuel to her internal flames. Flames only quenchable by the thick, throbbing length that teased at her nether regions.

"Oh, gods... please.... Gape me already!" Mune cried out.

Arinmal's eyes flashed, a growl escaped him. He drove Mune's wrists harder against the bed above her head before cuffing her across the muzzle to remind her of her place. A yelp escaped her and Arinmal plunged every inch of his male hood into her folds before she could finish the protest.

Stars danced across her vision. Her jaw hung slack, tongue drooped limply, drooling. She felt the thickness of him, the heat of him thrust so deep into what felt like the core of her entire being. Every beat of his heart was a shudder that cast new fog upon her sex-addled brain. Then the feeling of that throbbing flesh pulled out only to be again thrust forth to bury itself to the root within her once again. The pleasure exploded through every nerve. She had no voice to cry out. Her head fell back, back arched dramatically as she took it.

Arinmal began a slow rhythm of the thrusting. He enjoyed the violent arching of the girl under him. He watched her try but fail to cry out her pleasure. He never grew tired of the beauty of her pleasure racked body. The scent of her giving in so fully to his needs and her own. He thrust, his hefty sac slapping against her ass. The sounds of their wetness, a slurping mess of pre and her juices making a mess of the comforter under them. He drove forward, loosening her, gaping her so deeply. Through it all, he held her wrists pinned by one hand, unable to tug free, only to arch and scream without a voice into the darkening space of their bedroom.

It felt like an eternity before they had finished. Mune knelt between the folf's legs, bobbing her head slowly. Her throat bulged with the throbbing length of her Master as she sucked him off. She drank in his renewed flow of pre, and the mess of her own juices and his cum that stained his length, sheath and sac. She gulped sloppily around it. Her mound remained gaped, drooling and dripping her Master's cum upon the bed between her thighs. The scent was nigh on intoxicating.

Arinmal slowly stroked the girl's ears. "So... about my weapons."

"Mm?" Mune rolled his eyes up to gaze up the length of the folf's body from where she worked between his legs. She bobbed slowly up and down, a hand squeezing and rubbing the orbs below. Hefty enough that one orb alone filled her paw.

"I know you stashed them somewhere."

"Mph," she responded around the throbbing length.

Arinmal rolled his eyes and cuffed her playfully on the side of the muzzle again. The girl did not slow, rather, she deep throated the entire length all over again, making the folf shudder in bliss. "D... damn girl. I know you are cum hungry but, gods..." He curled his toes and jerked, feeling the tremor explode up from his loins as he shot his second load. The corgi gulped hungrily, swallowing every thick jet of folf cum.

She did not stop, however. He felt her continue to lazily suck, and lick, and caress his orbs. He groaned with the feeling of her pressing two fingers up into his tail hole. He knew quite well she was delighting in every pulse of pre or cum, and huffing his scent. He laid back, pulled the comforter over himself and his pet to relax and let her continue to her heart's content. So he drowsed.

Mune continued to slowly lick, to caress and bob. She kept the folf's cock firm with need, drinking in every pulse of pre that met her tongue. Her ruby eyes glinted with a mischievous spark. She felt the heat of the comforter envelop her, and the musk of the folf contained. It became difficult to keep her wits about her but she managed. Working her magic, she continued to bob and tease. Her claws raked through the fur of the folf's thighs. Her tongue pressed down deep into the warm and musky sheath. Her eyes began to glow softly. Magic tickled through her fingertips. Every caress of the powerful thighs on either side of her head sent gentle tingled through the nerves there.

Arinmal was oblivious.

She felt his sac tighten up again and shoot a third time. Her ears perked at the grunts and moans of the drowsing folf. She drank in the load, swallowed thick gulp after gulp. Unbeknownst to the folf, she drank more than just his seed from him. She continued to work that throbbing length through its orgasm. When finished, she began work towards the next load. Every swallow, every bob, and every orgasm she drank a bit more of him in. Upon his fourth, he gave a bit of a tired and pleasurable whine. She did not stop though. She continued to work his length, notable smaller, his sac was shrunken. His muscles had softened some, his thickset frame narrowing and developing new curves. It was slow and gradual work so as to remain undetected.

For the time being.

Arinmal moaned, his fifth orgasm making him shudder. His fur damp with sweat, he squirmed his hips. He felt a shock of pleasure as the comforters dragged across sensitive nipples. Confusion dawned on his sleep hazy mind. His nipples were not so sensitive, he thought, as they were right then. Then a gasp as Mune sucked firmly, gulping thickly around his length. He felt her drinking hungrily still.

"T... thirsty bitch. D... damn Mune!" he laughed then shut up almost as quickly at the sound of his own voice.

His violet eyes snapped open and he ripped the blankets free from them both to stare down the length of his body. Would have, however an ample set of breasts blocked his view of the rest of his body. He sat up in shock in time to cry out with a slow swipe of the corgi's tongue across a new female slit that was soaked with her arousal. She had lost nearly a foot in height she realized, finding herself far closer to Mune's size than she had been previously. Longer, silkier hair tumbled in delicate waves about her shoulders.

Mune withdrew her muzzle from the other girl's loins, licking her lips slowly. The corgi gives a soft burp, covering her mouth daintily, barely hiding a sheepish grin. Her belly was cutely rounded, sloshing with so much of her Master's seed, barely containing what appeared to be a soft purple glow within.

"Sorry. Is there a problem, Mistress?"

"Mune? What the hell?!" Arinmal stared in bewilderment.

The corgi licked the last of her Master's seed from her muzzle. A hand fell to her belly, and a contented sigh escaped her.

"Seriously!"

"Seriously..." Mune said softly, her grin turning impish.

She was still shorter than the other girl but she had the advantage of surprise. She jumped the other girl right then. The folf was knocked back against the bed. The air burst from her lungs in the shock of the blow. Mune sat on the girl's chest, pinning her under her weight. Arinmal grunted, the scent of the girl's sex filling her nostrils and the cum she had only a couple hours before filled her with. The mess was drooling only her fur, slickening her throat, making her sticky.

"G... get off!"

Mune stroked her belly slowly, claws caressing and teasing the dome of it. Arinmal watched in confusion, the stomach gurgling, sloshing with seed and that soft purple glow. Then it gurgled a bit louder and visibly began to shrink. Mune sighed in bliss, tongue hanging lazily from her maw as she shivered in delight. Every gurgle clearly audible to both their ears. Weight began to press down, and Arinmal was forced to roll her eyes to glance down the length of her muzzle to a consistently growing shaft of masculinity between the corgi's legs. Hefty orbs were already developing, taking the place of the female bits the folf had so brutally gaped before.

"M... Mune?" the folf whispered, voice just about a squeak.

She realized what it was Mune was doing and she was forced to watch as the corgi continued to absorb the masculine energy she had so hungrily chugged down. She watched wide-eyed as gurgle after thick gurgle, the domed belly shrunk down further and Mune's throbbing dog dick grew thicker, musk stronger, and pre began to drool down onto her face. The scent filled her nostrils and she found her mound growing wetter as it filled her senses. She had never experienced so much intense ecstasy just from a scent as she did right then. It took every ounce of her resistance to not become muddled by it completely, and become intoxicated.

Mune breathed heavily, her breasts rising and falling as she absorbed what she had borrowed from the folf under her. The etching on her collar tag pulsed softly but with her Master confused, and disoriented and meant it held less control over her power than it would have otherwise. She redirected some of the energy then, feeling her breasts beginning to shrink and curves beginning to lose some definition. She was shifting genders on top of her now female Master, staring down into her Master's shocked face. To add to the surprise, she tapped into some of the other energy she borrowed. The etching of her tag began to glow purple.

Arinmal stared in more surprise than she thought possible. Her pet, her familiar, tapped into the void and used it then to distort the rules of her collar. Her body began changing in different ways. Arinmal watched her grow slowly taller. She felt the stub of a tail grow out. Mune was shapeshifting into his natural form, a brilliant, byakko kitsune. Pure white fur engulfed the tan corgi fur. Pink markings and cloud grey foxgloves and boots revealed themselves. One tail became two, then three, four and five. A sixth and seventh, eighth and finally ninth. Arinmal had never beheld all nine of his familiar's tails. Beautiful, they unfurled then arched over them.

Mune arched his back, his jaws just above Arinmal's face, dripping saliva as tremors were felt through his entire body, into the folf's. His hefty orbs rolled over Arinmal's chest, forcing him to breathe in their scent fully. Crackling purple energy arced off his collar, the powerful kitsune magic, and the powerful void surging in and out of one another until finally the void became contained within the collar and the magic suffused Mune's body again as it hadn't in some time.

Arinmal squirmed, groaning at the scent that filled every breath she took. She felt a shift in weight and Mune drew himself to kneeling above her so she could see him clearly. How beautiful the kitsune was. Toned muscle gave way to a lightly padded belly and rump. Every curve was delicate, masculine yet feminine somehow mixed. Ruby red eyes stared deeply into Arinmal's own, making the girl squirm nervously under their gaze. She noted, Mune still wore the t-shirt, wet with sweat and fluids as it had become. Perspiration dripped off the tip of the kitsune's nose and down onto the sweaty face fur of the folf below.

"P... Pet?"

Mune grinned and leaned in close, his hot breath playing across the folf's cheek. "Mistress."

Arinmal's ears lay back. Nothing submissive or subservient in the voice of the kitsune atop her. It was almost as though the title 'Mistress' was in itself a tease for the kitsune. The scent of male kitsune was all around them, easily overwhelming what had remained of the folf's own male musk. A growl that started in the kitsune's chest made the folf shiver. A gasp she could not hold back burst from her when the fox' teeth met her ear and bit rather firmly.

"Happy birthday, you fucking slut," Mune whispered, hot breath tickling the inside of the folf's ear. He pulled back and cuffed the girl across the muzzle before he grabbed her wrists and jerked them up over the girl's head.

Arinmal gasped, she felt the powerful grip that pinned her wrists. She had no time to realize what the kitsune planned before; without ceremony, she was filled with a cock that rivalled her lost folf-hood. It plunged into her depths, gaping her all at once. Her muzzle gaped to scream but no sound came out. The fire that ignited her nerves was intense. Pain and pleasure meshed to swallow her every thought whole. Her kitsune pulled back out before she could even adjust in the slightest, knowing full well he was doing as she would have done in his place. Mune drove in all over again, his pre sloshing out in a sticky, never-ending sticky trickle. Arinmal's eyes rolled back, her tongue hung limply from her jaws. Her breasts bounced with every mighty thrust of the kitsune's powerful hips.

Mune huffed. He thrust, putting plenty of force behind the motion. He claimed her new mound. Claimed the slutty cunt of the prone folf under him. He breathed her lessened scent, enjoyed the fear and arousal he detected in it. The desire. He shivered and growled out again, he buried his throbbing length into her repeatedly, the bulge of it clear in her flat tummy. He caught her gaze and followed it to the bulge he made in her. The amazement, the pleasure and the shock that played across the folf's features only made him redouble his effort to make her scream. He thrust, he watched her arch her back and another silent scream try and tear from her throat.

"We're only getting started, Mistress " Mune grunted, feeling his loins tighten. He pulled out and shot his load, spurting gobs of thick kitsune cum onto the gaped snatch of the girl under him. Every spurt stained the folf's fur with his scent. Shots of white seed lanced across her stomach, her heaving breasts, her muzzle. The kitsune panted and grinned down at the female. "Aren't you a pretty thing..."

Near effortlessly, he dragged Arinmal's wrists across the sheets and to the headboard. He lifted, lifting the girl against the wall by her wrists until her mound was level with his slavering jaws. He growled and thrust his tongue into her, delving the appendage in deep. He tasted her, thrust his tongue firmly against her deepest walls to drink in her flavour and breathe in her scent. Arinmal's head rolled back against the wall, a whimpering moan shuddering out of her.

In confusion, she looked down to find Mune's hands spreading her thighs wider. She glanced up to see her wrists tied and held tight by two of Mune's tails. He grinned, continuing to eat her out, eyes rolled up to stare into her eyes when she looked down again. The animal lust in those ruby eyes made her breath catch in her chest. The sensations were nearly overwhelming, she found herself unable to look away from her pet's eyes as they bore into her own. A sheer force of will that threatened to engulf her very being. The fire blazed stronger in her, spread, soared ever higher with every thrust of the kitsune's tongue.

"M... M... Mune!" she shrieked and came. Her juices drenched Mune's face, her body shook violently with the force of her orgasm before she went limp against the wall.

Mune reached up and plucked an item from his tail. Before the moaning folf could see the softly glowing, pearlescent orb, he thrust it up into her slick walls. Her eyes went wide, she cried out in shock. The orb was warm, nearly pulsating with energy. She felt it sunk in deep into her flesh, plunged well up into her canal. The kitsune merely grinned up at her as the warmth began to suffuse her being, her purple markings taking on a soft glow as whatever Mune planned, seemed to begin to affect her once more.

"Now... who were you looking for? Oh, that's right!" Mune reached into two other tails and pulled out two swords. He saw the recognition flash across the squirming folf's face. The kitsune tapped into the power he had stored from the folf and released both demons. "Hiver, Glace, hello."

Both massive wolves were faced with a grinning kitsune. They served the same Master, and so suspicion for the creature before them hadn't the chance to cross their mind before they were both struck with a surge of the kitsune's magic. They became quickly paralyzed. Limbs unresponsive, muscles lacking any and all strength.

Arinmal felt her hands released but she had no strength to hold herself upright and instead slumped down against the wall. Slowly, she slid down to sit sorely upon the blankets and pillows.

Mune winked at the folf before he turned his attention back to the two massive wolves. His tails brushed across their faces, his musk filled their nostrils. Their nostrils flared, their eyes drooped. His scent got into their minds and began to cloud their thoughts. He caressed sensually along the powerful body of one of the wolves, claws dragging through coarse fur of Hiver's flank. He glanced over his shoulder at Arinmal, making sure the girl could see clearly the wolves and their growing arousal. Mune breathed in their scent, making a show of delighting in their powerful male musk. Then, with another grin at the girl, he licks along Hiver's length. Slow. Deliberate. The wolf trembled and growled out in pleasure, and pre began to dribble and drip freely from his tip.

The idea firmly implanted in them both, Mune released the spell of paralysis. He slipped between Hiver's power forelimbs and opened wide to accept the wolf's throbbing length. He felt the size of it, the heat of it open and bulge his throat. The Kitsune could not help but moan around it as it entered him. His tails arched to show his pudgy rear to the other wolf demon. An invitation. Glace did not hesitate for a moment. He moved in and dragged a massive tongue across the kitsune's musky taint and tail hole. Mune gasped around the shaft in his maw and pressed back some to meet the wet stroke of that thick tongue. He pressed Hiver back onto his rump before he felt Glace's weight fall across his back. He felt the heat of the other wolf, and the prod of the demon's thick shaft.

Arinmal could only watch . She felt her own need growing once more. Her hunger for dick. Without thinking, her own hands were exploring her mound.

Mune released the shaft that filled his maw and growled. "I don't think so bitch."

Arinmal cried out in surprise. Her ankle was grabbed by two of Mune's tails and she felt dragged over forcefully across the sheets until she found herself pressed under her pet's body. She felt his tip against her folds, the pre that drenched her thighs more than they were already.

Glace pressed into the distracted kitsune, plunging into his depths and opening his tail hole wide. Mune's scream of surprise was cut short when dick was shoved down his throat again. He growled a muffled protest around the cock but wasted no time in using the weight of the wolf on top of him to thrust and bury his own thick length all the way into the slut folf below. Together, the wolves plunged into the kitsune under him, and the kitsune into the folf. Together their bodies writhed. Pre dripped down, drooled down onto the trapped folf under all the fur and musk and sweat. The bed creaked with the weight. The room filled with the sounds of their grunts and growls and moans.

Mune felt the throbbing lengths of the wolves plunge so deep into him, gaping his ass, making his jaw ache. Hiver and Glace took him with sweet abandon. Arinmal could only look up at the fox being face fucked. To feel the fox' length plunge over and over into her folds, driven by the massive wolf above. To breathe the musk that threatened to overpower. To feel the pre and sweat that dripped down onto her pinned body. And still, the strange heat in her womb suffused her being, filled her core and fueled something she could not quite put her finger on.

The wolves growled, shuddered and shot their loads. Mune's throat worked to gulp down the seed that Hiver set pulsing down his gullet. Glace shot thick gout after gout of thick cum up the kitsune's ass. Arinmal saw clearly the glow that gathered in the kitsune's gut and realized in growing horror what the kitsune was doing. She tried to speak but found Mune's hand clasped around her muzzle. Silencing her.

Mune swallowed hard, working the shrinking tool in his throat while his ass milked the cock buried under his tails. Every throb and every thick blast of cum bloated his stomach a little more. Both demons too lost in pleasure or just too oblivious to realize what the trickster was up to. He swallowed more and more of their masculinity, devoured it, let it swell his stomach with such incredible heat. Both wolves shuddered as they unloaded everything they had, quite literally, into the cock hungry fox. Mune's t-shirt stretched with his rounding gut, sloshing so full of seed. Then he shot his own load into the girl below him, making her squeak in surprise and arch her back as much as she could under the weight of the male above her. Every throb only pumped more into the shuddering folf.

Within mere moments, the kitsune had drained both wolves. Mune's tongue swiped across Hiver's new opening, dawning shock flashed across the wolf's features only to quickly become paralyzed once more by the only male in the room. Glace found herself unable to move. The kitsune wiggled out from under them, cock still dripping wetly.

"Thank you both," Mune drawled, feeling so lethargic and drunk on cum and musk. He licks his lips, cum drooling messily down his inner thighs and underside of his tails. A hand lazily rubbed his bulged gut. The glow pulsed lightly within the gurgling swell. He had already begun to absorb it all, feeling the strength surge through his body. His sac grew in heft, sheath fattened as cock thickened and throbbed larger. His Mistress could only stare in bewilderment. A shiver ran up Mune spine, he used the energy he had stolen to fuel the shift into a form he had not taken in what seemed like forever.

Hiver and Glace could but join their master in watching the kitsune shapeshift before them. Mune's muscles seemed to ripple below the surface of his thick fur. Bones cracked with a sound that was chilling. Mune shifted from kneeling to all fours upon the bed, soon, his arms and legs lengthening and shortening, becoming rapidly quadrupedal. The kitsune grit his teeth, a shuddering snarl escaping him as his body adjusted further. His ribs cracked and pushed out into a powerful barrel of a chest. His hips creaked and popped and readjusted. He did not shrink down into what could be described as his more natural feral fox kitsune shape. Rather. He bulked further, growing larger, matching the two demon wolves easily in size.

Breathing hard, ruby red eyes took in the two paralyzed wolves. With a dark grin, he grabbed both with a couple of tails and tugged them over. They found their muzzles shoved unceremoniously against his hefty sac and sheath, forced to breathe the dominant's musk. The wolves shudder violently before going limp and groaning. Arinmal saw their cunts instantly wet and soaking the blankets under them with their intense arousal. He pressed them deeper between his hind legs, pinning them with his massive forepaws. "Breath it in sluts." His pre smeared across their muzzle and ears, marking them with his scent. Magic crackled in the air, as his power suffused them. Their minds became more and more engulfed by the potent musk that threatened to completely obliterate their every thought.

"M... Mune...? What are you... wait... stop!"

The magic surged through both wolves. They howled into the ktisune's hefty sac, engulfed in his magical energy. Magic fueled by lust and sex. They climaxed, their female juices erupting all over Arinmal in a sticky mess. Arinmal was forced to close her eyes against the wash of bitch cum. She did not see the wolves writhing and contorting. They shrunk and warped. Their whines and whimpers clear in the folf's ears. When Arinmal finally opened her eyes, Hiver and Glace were gone... mostly. Arinmal stared dumbfounded at the black steel collar and the black steel ring that lay upon the bed. Both gleamed darkly, the ring looking like a wolf curled in upon itself and its own tail in its jaws. The other much the same with the jaws and tail tip acting as the clasp.

"Not much different from you sealing them as swords, really," Mune stated in a deep growl.

Arinmal swallowed and shifted her gaze up from the two trinkets to the piercing ruby eyes. She was reminded of the growing heat inside. It grew stronger. She whined, dizzy. It pulsed through her veins like liquid fire. She felt a new appendage pressing out behind her, a shudder up her spine. A second tail grew outwards, followed by a third. Her nerves were aflame with the sensations. She realized she was becoming a kitsune... or folfsune. Her tails lashed, growing to full length before she heard a click and felt suddenly the growing energy within her shut down all at once. It was as though someone had flipped a switch. Her hand jerked to her tail bases and found the ring that had been Hiver fastened around the root of her tails. Distracted, and through blurry eyes, she hadn't the time to even flinch before Mune had lifted the collar with telekinesis and likewise locked it around her neck.

"Sorry, no magic for you my pretty folfsune slut." He growled out.

The two ex-wolf demons acted as Mune's own collar had been intended to act. An inhibitor. The cool touch of the black steel against her tail base and that against the nape of her neck sent a shiver through her. Mune towered over her, his thick length dripping and drooling down onto the folf bitch. Her fur became more of a matted mess. Sticky, musky, sore. She was completely at the mercy of the kitsune that stood over her.

"Mune... why are you..."

"It is your birthday."

"How is that a reason?" the folf whined out, perplexed.

"It is a reason because it is what you want," Mune answered in the same deep, guttural growl.

"Why would I want this?!"

"Simple," Mune leaned in so his massive muzzle was beside the folf's laid back ears. "You are a dirty fucking skank."

Arinmal opened her muzzle to protest but was silenced quickly by dick. The tip was shoved in and quickly into her throat. Even just that was huge, easily one-hundred-and-ten millimetres in circumference. Her cheeks bulged. Her eyes teared up. She grabbed at the huge beast's hind-legs and tried to push him off. She was rewarded with another inch of the monster cock down her gullet, and more pre sloshing into her belly and out the corners of her lips. Pre even began to drool out of her nose, so overfilled was she with the kitsune's pre.

"Were you going to protest, Mistress?"

The folf whined out around the couple of inches buried in her face. She dragged in what air she could through her nose, hearing the wet sounds of the pre that threatened to overflow her nasal canals. Tears ran down her cheeks, dampening her fur further. Mune tugged out and slapped the folf's muzzle with his thick shaft. It dazed her before a thick gout of pre splashed into her face and she sputtered awkwardly. Why did he make me into a kitsune, she wondered. Realization dawned slowly. Remembering the abuse Mune could take because he was a kitsune. His body could handle any punishment, especially sexual without terrible repercussion. It would stand to reason, she realized then, that she could handle his monster cock. It dripped and drooled upon her. She could not tell if there were a single dry spot on her body anymore.

"You have figured it out have you?"

"You can't be serious," she whispered.

The huge form of the feral form kitsune shifted above her and she found that length dragged down her body. She felt a tremor of pleasure, terror and need all at once. The thick tip dragged down between her ample breasts. Slid down her toned belly. Down it was dragged, leaving a sticky, musky trail. It finally came to rest against her still gaped and leaking entrance. Her mound ached for it, her lips quivering in excitement. All she could think was how huge the monster was.

"Oh... oh, gods." Arinmal whimpered out.

Mune grinned down at her, "No, no gods here. Just me."

She rolled her eyes up to stare up his large form. He used the distraction and plunged in. She cried out. She felt her body opened so wide, all at once, no mercy shown as she was gaped. Mune thrust in over half his length and the bulge it made in her abdomen was no small thing. The folf arched her back wildly, the pleasure a surprise. Her kitsune body taking it so much better than she could have imagined. The heat of it, the feel of every throb and pulse. She found herself needing more of it, wanting more of that thick and throbbing length. No matter how she tried to resist, she felt herself slowly becoming addicted as Mune pulled out part way only to thrust in again. He displayed not one ounce of hesitation as he began to rock his mighty haunches. Thrust after thrust drove the girl up against the headboard.

Mune plunged so deep into her. Pre squeezed out around his length with every mighty piston motions. The wet squelching of drenched flesh and the pressure of his inwards motion. He used her. Gaped her. Every thrust getting another inch of his nearly two-foot length into her body. Every thrust threatened to split her, but her body endured. Somehow. Mune sat back on his powerful haunches, his forelegs drawing her in tighter to his groin as another inch followed by another buried into her body. Saliva dripped from his muzzle and onto her face. The additional fluids were lost in how matted and wet her fur had already become. The sweat. The cum. Pre. None of it made any more of a difference.

The hunger for cock only grew. A fire raged higher with every thrusting motion of her pet. It burrowed so deeply into her being. Her mind swam in the scents. The sensations. Intoxicated. Warped with desire. The lust raged furiously to engulf her in her entirety. All of it seemed somehow magnified, intensified. She could have been fed some of the best drugs known to the islands and they would not have come close to the raging, all-encompassing ecstasy she felt in those moments. Her head rolled back, her eyes, haze, closed to slits. Her tongue hung limply from her own drooling maw. Every thrust made her chest for oxygen and her breasts bounce with the impact of the kitsune's punishing motion.

Mune lunged, his jaws wide and bit her. He sunk his teeth into her shoulder, making her cry out again. Blood ran crimson from the puncture wounds of his teeth. He held her in a mating bite as his thrusts became far more erratic. His knot swelling, he kept it from entering her. He had far too much ahead to knot her yet. He thrust once, twice, thrice and finally with a vicious snarl, shot his load. So much cum rushed into her womb, bloated her abdomen. It exploded out of her folds, around his length to drench his hindquarters and her thighs. The pressure intense, even Mune's vision swam. With a grunt, he dropped her from his jaws and pulled his length free to shoot the other half of his load on her prone form. Jet after thick jet lanced across her belly and breasts. The bed reeked of it, soaked it up... and would beyond a doubt need to be replaced after the evening the kitsune still had planned.

"Mistress, you seem to be all sticky." He dragged his thick tongue from her cunt to her nose, tasting his own seed upon her fur. He chuckled deeply within his thick, barrel chest. Strings of drool connected Mune's muzzle with the folf's nose.

The girl lay cross-eyed, dazed. Had she been asked, she could not even be bothered to recall what day of the week it was or even the time of the day. The sun had fallen completed below the window and the twilight gave way to full dark. Stars studded the dark sky beyond. Arinmal breathed heavily, her breasts rising and falling. Her long hair lay in wet strands across her face and over her shoulders. Her cunt was a cavernous mess, cum leaving out onto the sheet between her thighs. Mune's tongue dragged over the bloody bite marks, tasting copper and salt.

"W... what do you plan to do to me?"

"Where would the fun be in telling you?"

"You'll turn me back. Right?" Arinmal asked, ears splayed.

"Why would I do that?" Mune smirked. "No. This is forever, Mistress."

"What?!"

"That's right. You are stuck with this slutty cunt."

Arinmal swallowed hard, eyes wide with fear. Mune leaned in, growling, he nipped her clit, making her squirm all the more.

"That's right... this right here is permanent..."

Mune licked deep into the open tunnel, tongue exploring and pressing firmly to the sticky, musky walls. The large kitsune could taste his own cum mixed with her femme juices so wonderfully. Mune delighted in it, over the pure control he had over the girl that was supposed to be his Master. He growled into her folds, sending the vibration up into her. Hearing her moans was music to his ears. Mune stroked those warm, slick folds and bruised, aching mound. With a sigh of pleasure, he withdrew and looked into the girl's dazed eyes.

Mune's eyes glowed softly with magic. The rattle of chains filled the room. Arinmal, mind hazy with the scent of sex so strong all around could not react when manacles latched onto her wrists, and ankles. With a soft whine, her ankles were hoisted up, tucked behind her head and latched to her collar. Her wrists were jerked downward and chained to the ring at her tail base. Chains clanked and a dull hook slipped up into her tail hole and pulled her up along with her ankles. She cried out, moaning, writhing until she was hanging on the wall by her ankles and gaped hole. She hung defenceless, exhausted, unable to even struggle. The world slowly grew dark all around her, consciousness fading until all was swallowed up by blackness.

---

Arinmal remained restrained for what had felt like weeks. Consciousness would return to her for a time. Every waking moment was spent with cock down her throat, shoved up into her cunt, stretched and used repeatedly. She never questioned why she did not need to eat, nor why she hadn't the need to relieve herself. It had become obvious Mune had every intention of using her over and over again, whether for his own pleasure or hers. It was in the fourth week of her captivity that she had noticed upon regaining consciousness that something seemed off. She stared down at herself, at the large swell of her belly and realized it had nothing to do with being filled by the kitsune again, but rather, was a result of having been filled by the kitsune.

Mune grinned toothily, noticing the awakening of the folfsune. "Good morning, Mistress."

Arinmal groaned and lifted her muzzle to look at the figure of the kitsune in the entrance to the bedroom. As she had suspected, he was nude, showing off his hefty sac, his fat sheath, and a dripping, drooling red length of fox-hood ready for the usual. He eyed her with a look of hunger and mischief.

"Seems someone is knocked up, and good," Mune noted with a bit of a chuckle.

The restrained folfsune felt the heat in her ears. She tried to speak but found her voice overwhelmed by embarrassment. What was more, the kitsune's approach found his powerful musk filling her nostrils. She found her resolve melting with every intake of air through her nose. She tried to speak again but she only managed a strangled whine. The sound brought a smile to the kitsune's long muzzle.

"I see. Someone is coming along nicely."

The folfsune groaned, her eyes clouded, unable to think straight. She felt the chains readjust. She was not lowered to the floor, rather she was angled so her head was level with the kitsune's dripping length.

"Though, I think I should speed things along, don't you?"

Arinmal started to mutter a response, her thoughts a jumble. Little did she know the jumble was about to be stirred up and smeared around her skull like a puddle of spent jizz. Mune took hold of her head and with a grin that spanned the length of his muzzle, lined his dripping cock up with the folf's largish left ear. Confusion crossed the folf's features for no more than a second before Mune plunged his length into her ear. Every inch sunk in with one powerful motion of his hips. The girl's eyes crossed.

Slowly, the kitsune began to thrust, magic glowing in his ruby eyes. He worked in and out, stirring the folfsune's brains with every thrust of his cock into the girl's skull. He could smell the growing wetness of the girl's mound and it sent a thrill of pure delight up his spine. He thrust harder, holding the folf's head firmly as he literally skull fucked her. Pre oozed and drooled into the folf's skull. Before long, pre began to drip from her right ear and nose. Mune grunted, working his length in and out, working his magic into the folf more and more.

Arinmal's eyes dimmed slowly, remaining crossed as Mune fucked her silly. She could not piece a single thought together, try as she might. Her senses were a jumble, her memories a haze. She tried desperately to grasp at any coherent thought, that was until Mune tensed and with a grunt unleashed a torrent of cum. The folf's lolled from her maw. She shuddered and cum erupted from her own folds, soaking the wall behind her. Her body spasmed and jerked violently. Mune grunted and held firm to the girl's head. Jet after powerful jet of seed blasted into the folf's brain, suffusing it, obliterating her every thought. Cock. Every thought became a lust and thirst for dick. Cum poured from the opposite ear and her nose.

With a wicked grin, Mune slowly pulled back, his knot throbbing. Then with a snarling thrust, he drove his knot into her ear. A bubble of cum formed from her right ear before it popped and with it, obliterated her very last thought and memory.

"You have no need of a brain, slut."

The pregnant folf drooled. She could not think of any reason to disagree. Who needed thoughts, all she needed was a dick plugging her holes. Then the kitsune jerked his hips back with a loud pop. His dick ripped free of her skull, and with it, tore her very name from inside her head.

Mune moved around to in front of her, waving his still hard cock in front of her muzzle. The girl's eyes lit up, and she whined needily, absolutely need that cock. With a snap of his fingers, the chains finally released her. She wasted no time. She as on her knees with her muzzle wrapped around the still cum drenched length. She only got a few good sucks before the kitsune pushed her back and without blinking she lay on her back, rubbing her breasts and legs spread to accept her master's dick. She did not have to wait long.

---

Mune stirred, waking to the feel of a muzzle sliding up and down his morning hard on. He smirked, watching the lump under the blanket that was the folf. With a soft sigh of pleasure, he slipped the blanket off to watch the girl hard at work. Her belly had grown further over the rest of the week, an overlarge thirty-six inches, making it difficult for her to move properly. Her breasts were swollen and lactating. There was no recognizable thought left behind the brilliant violet eyes. What had been Arinmal had been washed away by numerous torrents of seed.

She bobbed and sucked firmly upon the cock in her muzzle. She worked her tongue along the underside of the throbbing, pulsing length. Pre dribbled, tantalizing her taste buds, sending tingles through her senses. Her nose ground against the fur of his groin every time she took him right to his base.

Mune grunted and gave slow grinding motions up into her muzzle, feeling his tip in her throat. The girl did not choke. The kitsune rubbed her ears, watching her work his length skillfully, delighting in the feel of her tongue. His knot slipped free of his sheath, beginning to swell and press against the girl's lips. Arinmal's jaw strained, opening, she accepted the knot and nearly the entire length into her throat. Mune grunted, and, with a mighty throb, he unleashed torrents of seed into her gullet.

So it went, from day to day. She serviced her master, never the wiser that the roles were supposed to be reversed. Mune used her muzzle, her tail hole, her cunt to his pleasures. Fifty-two days it took before one morning, the girl found herself ready to give birth.

It was a long sweaty process. Mune stroked her ears, letting her rest in a nest of blankets to stay comfortable. An hour dragged into two into three, four and five. The better part of a day wore on before she gave birth to a litter as any kitsune did. Five healthy kitsune kits all nestled in the blankets, Arinmal laying prone, sore and drained from the effort. Mune noted the one with purple markings, the rest appeared to be normal arctic fox kits. It was the way with kitsune, he told himself, that they were born magicless and feral until they awoke to their powers well into their lives. He had no doubts about the one. He rubbed his slut's breasts lightly before he lifted her, his tails fanning out. Exhausted or not, Mune took her into his lap and her eyes widened as she found herself impaled on cock.

The pain lanced through her for a moment before it became overwhelming pleasure all over again. "Good girl, giving me my first litter. I wonder how many I can get out of you."

Then he fucked her again. Twelve hours found them in any position the kitsune could take her in. Her belly well rounded again by the end. Her body could only beg for more, needed more. Mune was not one to refuse her. He slid his cock from her cunt to her ass, plunged in, gaped her tail hole roughly. He slid from her ass to face fuck her, feeding her more than one load. She found herself knocked up again before the night was over. Her future was clear, to anyone but her, for how could anything be clear without a single thought in her head.

---

Mune panted. Another twenty-four-hour marathon fucking over with. Arinmal lay amongst the sticky sheets, cunt bruised, tail hole agape. Her ears lay flat against her head. Mune rubbed his hefty sack, churning his seed about. His eyes glowed brightly as he leaned back over her and plunged into her folds, his knot already half full. He slammed in, snarling, bristling. She had made it a full year, giving him six litters in total. There had not been a single day she had gone without being pregnant.

He looked into her eyes as he plunged in for what had to be the one-millionth time. His markings glowed and he leaned in, biting at her throat and scruff dominantly. His eyes held hers, violet and ruby glowing brightly. Then intelligence began to trickle back in, and memories. Mune let them trickle bit by slow bit, fucking way at her mound, working his hips against hers until with a snarl he shot into her. Cum rushed forth, and she was knocked up one last time for the year. Another birthday, another screw. Her belly swelled, bloated hugely, rounding out with the load her Master gifted her. He pulled out abruptly, spurting onto her folds and the contractions began nearly immediately.

Arinmal's back arched, she cried out, cumming. Her juices and Mune's making a sticky mess upon the blankets. Then the contractions increased, she found herself gasping and panting. Her body started pushing, making the sheets that much stickier. Her breasts heaved, her ears splayed. Awareness grew behind her eyes, as memories began reasserting themselves and with them and her personality, came shame and humiliation.

Mune grinned down at her. She pushed with effort, until the first of the newest litter's head poked out, then followed the rest of the body. A male wolf, larger than the fox kits had been, slid into view. The second wolf was soon on its way, making the girl squirm again. Recognition dawned on her face. She stared in confusion, realizing only then that Mune was no longer massive, but rather his regular kitsune self without the addition of the two demons. Before long, Arinmal had rebirthed both his demon companions, and they lay tiny amongst the sheets, no more than small wolf pups.

"There's a good girl," Mune said softly. "Oh. And happy birthday, slut."

Arinmal's brain seemed to finally clear of the cum that had thuroughly drenched it. Her ears splayed, eyes down, the humiliation of the last year remaining firm in her memories. As sore as she was, as angry and embarrassed as she was; a different ache overrode all of that.

Mune smiled down at the prone folf and waited.

"One last fuck before...?"

Mune laughed. He flipped the girl over, bent her over the bed. He slapped her cunt firmly, making her cry out. The juices spattered her thighs and the bed. Mune got up on her, and soon, was plunging into her depths. It would be a year Arinmal would not forget in a hurry...

END