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1

Velar muttered under his breath as he pushed his way through the crowded city market. The fox hadn't managed a good night's sleep in weeks, and was no closer to achieving his goal than he had been the day that foul witch had cursed him. The crowd of furs pressing in on him from all sides certainly wasn't helping matters as the jungle heat made him pant all the heavier, as the sun beat down on him from between the brightly colored silk awnings and gigantic palm tree leaves that hung motionless overhead due to complete lack of even the slightest breeze.

As breaths of muggy humid air filled with pungent scents filled his nose, Velar looked up again toward his destination, a towering temple of dirty orange stone, capped with grotesque gargoyles whose stone eyes glowered down over the market square. His eyes rolled and he shook his head, stepping out of the main thoroughfare into a dirty alleyway to take a rest. No sooner had Velar turned and leaned his hooded head back against the stone wall and closed his eyes, than a low rumbling voice called out from nearby. "Well now, what do we have here?" the voice said, causing Velar's blue eyes to snap open.

The voice had come from a tall muscular panther, clad only in a loincloth. He was easily twice Velar's height and more than twice the width of his slender shoulders, his muscles flexing as he stood smiling down at the fox. The panther laughed as he saw the surprise in the fox's eyes as he looked up at him. "There's something special about you little fox, I can tell." the cat went on, extending a pawpad to brush across the orange fur of the fox's cheek. "I don't have time for this." Velar growled, making a quick gesture with his paw that inscribed a thin blue sigil in the air in front of him, which he then flicked at the panther's nose. The panther blinked and retracted his paw, wiping the back of it across his face.

Velar turned to leave, but the panther thrust his paw out against the wall blocking his path. "This is going to be fun, for me at least." the panther said, licking his lips and taking a step closer. "I said I don't have time for this!" Velar nearly shouted, inscribing a larger sigil and throwing it toward the panther's chest. When the sigil struck him the panther laughed, taking another step closer and reaching for the fox. Then his eyes went wide, as he found his footpaw could no longer reach the ground. Slowly the panther was lifted up into the air, where he flailed about, his body rolling weightlessly leaving him unable to grab hold of anything to get himself down.

Velar scoffed and narrowed his eyes at the panther before walking under his helpless flailing body and back out into the busy market. Velar perked his ears for the inevitable thud, smiling when he heard it, and resumed pushing his way toward the foreboding temple.

2

There had to be a way to remove the curse Velar reassured himself, as he climbed the tall orange steps up to the main door of the ancient temple. It wasn't that the curse was that powerful, nor was the witch that cast it he was sure, but it was incredibly old, a magic so rare these days that even the most antiquarian of magicians he had consulted had no idea even where to begin. And so Velar had turned to the occult. Dusty sepulchers and moldy tombs, and now even a sun scorched temple deep in this revolting jungle.

The heavy wooden door was already partly open when Velar reached it, which was a good thing as he expected he would not be able to get it open with strength alone. As he stepped inside he felt a thankful shift in the air, immediately feeling it becoming cooler and a lot less humid. A strange sound like rushing air echoed from somewhere deep down below, which Velar was sure could not be wind as the stagnant air outside had been completely still. The room itself was mostly empty, apart from a large square pool of clear water cut into the stone in the center of the floor. A cool blue light faintly glowed from below its surface, casting rippling patterns across the unadorned walls and ceiling.

There were several furs Velar noted, each one robed just as he was, either sitting by themselves, or standing and talking in small groups spread around the empty room. Velar approached one of the groups, curious to overhear what they were saying, but as soon as he got close they dispersed, abruptly ending their discussions and walking off in different directions. "You don't smell right." a voice said, coming from a small figure seated nearby with their back to him. Velar turned and sat down next to the speaker, looking over to see a white mouse staring back at him with puzzled red eyes, and nose twitching.

"A curse," Velar said, shaking his head with distain, "a very old one." "Huh." The mouse said, giving a shrug and looking away. "I'm trying to find a way to remove it." Velar went on, but the mouse now seemed disinterested. "Better to let it run its course." the mouse said giving another shrug without bothering to look up. "No." Velar said sternly, shuddering at the thought. "You could try apologizing." the mouse suggested, giving half a smile. Velar only growled in response, stomping a footpaw against the worn stone floor in frustration. The mouse remained silent.

"Another dead end." Velar muttered to himself, getting up and looking back toward the exit. "It seems the sort of curse that will resolve itself sooner or later." the mouse called after him "In your case, perhaps sooner." Velar heard other voices laughing at him as he stormed out of the temple, slamming his fist into the outside of the heavy door.

3

The sun was dropping low on the horizon, and Velar knew he would have to stay the night. In the morning he would set off for his next destination, where perhaps he would finally find a cure for this horrific curse. For now he set his sights on an inn he had taken note of when he arrived in the small village earlier that day. The streets were growing empty now, and the air was growing less hot, making it easier for Velar to make his way back through the market square to the doorway of the two-story inn.

Pushing aside the strands of beads that acted as a door, Velar stepped inside and lowered his hood. His gold trimmed black robe was thankfully the only one present in this establishment, which was of little surprise giving the nature of the place, which he had assumed by the scantily clad females he had seen earlier loitering outside. His assumptions were clearly not misplaced Velar thought, as he stepped inside to a bar room full to capacity with furs, each wearing next to nothing as they laughed and drank, with more than a few couples engaged in some form of lascivious groping and grinding in full view of everyone. The fox rolled his eyes as he watched a sultry lioness slide down under a table, while the male lion she had been flirting with growled out in pleasure.

"Surely someone owns this establishment?" Velar asked to no one in particular, raising his voice over the din. "That would be me." a voice called out from one of the girls who had been dancing on top of the bar. The curvaceous tigress hopped down to the floor shaking her ample barely covered breasts at the fox suggestively. "See something you like?" the feline said with a wink, pulling the strip of white silk she wore tight over her chest to show the outline of her firm nipples.

"A room please." Velar said, looking up into her eyes. "Hmm, perhaps a little different taste in companionship to go with that?" she asked with a sharp nod toward a slender male cheetah leaning up against a nearby wall, his tail swishing enticingly across the transparent pink sash wrapped around his waist, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. "Just the room." Velar said flatly, holding up two silver coins in his paw.

"Well, just let me know if you change your mind, Foxy." the tigress said, snatching up the coins and bending lewdly over the bar to retrieve a key. "Room twelve, upstairs." the tigress said, slipping the key between her ample breasts and slowly leaning forward with a wide grin. Velar reached a paw up to take it but she quickly leaned back away. "Ah, no paws!" she said with a wink and bent down lower. Velar sighed, taking a quick glance around the busy room to make sure no one was watching, and then leaned forward, pressing his slender muzzle into the tiger's cleavage and gripping the end of the key between his teeth to retrieve it.

"Mmm, enjoy your night, Foxy!" The tigress said in a teasing tone, and then turned and lifted her tail high, pushing the white silk aside as she raised one leg to take a big step back up onto the bar. Velar averted his eyes from the lewd display and quickly made his way to the stairs.

It didn't take long for the fox to find his room. He sighed in relief once he got inside, quickly locking the door behind him. He would have preferred someplace a lot less conspicuous, but at least this place would easily mask the trouble with his scent. Still, he decided to be careful. Just as he had every other night since the curse, he inscribed the protection sigils, on the door, on the window, even on the walls and floor, just to be safe.

4

Only once Velar felt completely safe did he fully relax, stripping off his belt and robe, and preparing a quick bath for himself. The small room furnished only with a well-worn bed would of course not normally accommodate a bath, the shared washroom being located at the end of the hall. That wouldn't do for Velar's purposes of course, so instead he conjured the water suspended above the bed, dipping his paw into it from below to test the temperature. He then drew a sigil around his feet, lifting himself up through the water so that his head rested just above its surface as he leaned back and relaxed into his bath.

Hesitantly Velar looked over his naked body floating in the water. The changes had been slow, but showed no sign of stopping, causing his search for a way to remove the curse to become ever more desperate. Before he had been a typical male fox, of slight build as were most mages, but endowed as one might expect a male of his species. Now each day he could see himself becoming ever more, less than what he had been. His waist and shoulders had become slender, for a male fox, and it seemed his hips were now wider and his chest fuller, though with his robe on it could still be mistaken for excessive chest fluff. The worst part was between his legs. Where once he had been quite capable and even eager with the females, his former pride now had shrunken to a point of laughability. He looked away in disgust.

All this could be reversed of course, if he could only lift the curse. As it was these changes were even having other effects. The distraction spell he had tried earlier simply hadn't worked, making it a challenge for him to get out of that situation with the panther without attracting any more unwanted attention. Females couldn't do magic of course, everybody knew that. It was why he had to confront the witch. She was an aberration, a heretic, she had to be stopped. How foolish it all seemed now, but if he ever got rid of this curse, he swore somehow he would make her pay.

Velar twisted in the bath, parting the water to either side of his body and stretching one paw out, as a vial of blue liquid slid free of the pouch at his discarded belt. The vial popped off its stopper and sent a small amount of its contents upward to the fox's waiting paw, before capping itself and nestling back into the pouch.

Velar then worked the liquid into his dripping fur, lathering himself up and scrubbing away the scent of the world outside. He closed his eyes and sighed at the sensations. His warm soft pawpads slid up and down his body. His dull claws raked sensuously across his skin through his fur. He let out a soft moan and abruptly stopped. His eyes snapped open and he drew the water back in, quickly rinsing himself off and lowering his dripping form back down to the floor beside the bed.

With a dismissive wave of his paw he dispelled the floating bath water, which evaporated into nothing, followed by drying his fur just as easily by waving his paw up and down his body. He then collapsed with a frustrated sigh onto the bed. "All you have to do is give in and get it over with." the witch had taunted, as he had run out of her sanctum clutching his groin. Though he felt the strange desire now more than ever, he had to beat it; he couldn't let her have the satisfaction.

5

Velar tossed and turned for a long time, unable to get comfortable with his body practically crying out for attention. At last, he resolved to put his robe back on. To spite the heat, having some covering at least slightly reduced the temptation to let his paws wander, and let him enjoy at least a brief uneasy sleep.

In his dreams, Velar saw the girls from the tavern, laughing, dancing, and displaying themselves for him to see. From among them, he picked out a beautiful vixen, whose alluring smile and deep blue eyes made his heart pound, while her voluptuous breasts and luscious rear made his paws clench.

He took her by the paw and led her up to his room, where she quickly shed the blue silk sash she had been wearing, fully exposing herself to him as she lay back on the bed and spread her legs invitingly. Velar wasted no time, his robe fell from his body and he slid between her silky thighs, feeling her heavenly softness against him as overwhelming pleasure entered his body. The vixen let out a long passionate moan and squeezed her legs around Velar, who found himself moaning along with her, their voices joining as did their bodies, as they rocked and thrust in tandem.

Out of the corner of his eye Velar noticed a mirror, and looked over to see the reflection of his lustful coupling with the gorgeous vixen. In the mirror he could see their tails swishing, entwining with one another as their bodies rocked harder and faster against the bed, their bodies pounding against one another as they both cried out in pleasure.

When Velar turned to look back at the vixen, he started to notice something strange. Their position had changed without him even noticing, so now he was on his back while the vixen straddled him from on top, her huge breast bouncing as she rode his hips faster and more desperately with each thrust. Velar arched his back and moaned again, his voice growing higher and more impassioned with each breath.

It wasn't until she reached down with her arms and slowly lifted his legs that he realized his legs were now outside of hers, and were now wrapped around her seductive body. He looked back to the mirror to see what she was doing, but it seemed their positions shifted again, as the vixen now lay on her back, while the male lifted her spread legs to pound even deeper into her dripping sex.

Velar smiled and got himself ready, and turned back so that he could see the vixen's expression when he thrust himself in fully and tied with her. The vixen was no longer there however, instead what Velar saw were his legs still spread, being lifted to his partner's shoulders, while his chest heaved with exertion under the weight of two enormous breasts. He looked up in shock to see his partner smirk and then in a panic, down between his spread legs to see his partner line the tip of his thickly knotted vulpine shaft up with Velar's lewdly spread and glistening feminine sex.

Before Velar could react, the male thrust forward, burying himself inside Velar to the knot with a lustful groan. The male didn't stop. Velar's body was on fire as the vulpine knot pushed and stretched, and then suddenly popped inside, followed by a gush of warmth.

6

Velar cried out and his eyes snapped open, leaving him disoriented for a moment as the sensations slowly faded. "Only a dream." he panted to himself, shaking his head and struggling to regain his composure. "It was only.. a dream" he repeated with an exhausted sigh. "Looked more like a nightmare." a low voice rumbled from the darkness, making Velar gasp and try to sit up. The voice laughed as Velar struggled, finding his handpaws covered in heavy mittens and restrained above his head.

"How can you be in here?" he demanded, unable to comprehend his present circumstance. "We have our ways." came a voice from another part of the room. Velar strained his eyes in its direction, but he still couldn't see anything. There was no light coming in from the street through the small window, but looking around, Velar did notice a few small points of starlight clearly visible at one corner of the ceiling.

"Normally we'd just drop in and nip a couple of purses." another voice said, slightly less deep but more threateningly suggestive. "You can take my purse," Velar said, his voice starting to tremble "and there's more, I can do magic, I can do a lot for you." He said. The voices all laughed, and a flame sparked from a lantern near the window.

Slowly the darkness faded, and three figures came into view. To Velar's dismay one was the panther he had met earlier in the alley. Another was a lion Velar felt sure he had seen downstairs earlier. The third shocked Velar even more than the first two. He was a fox, who slowly pulled a black hood with gold trim down from his head.

"I'll admit, you're a lot stronger than I am." said the robed fox. "I couldn't break your protection, but lucky for us, you forgot to ward the ceiling." "Why would you do this!?" Velar cried out, tossing his head side to side in disbelief and struggling against his restraints. "I've been following you for some time. You've been causing trouble all across the three kingdoms, Velar." The fox replied, stepping away from where he had been leaning against the wall and approaching the bed. "Who knows how many other priceless artifacts you'll destroy, or how many sacred ritual sites you'll despoil if you keep going on with this. Someone has to put a stop to it."

"I'll leave, I'll leave and I won't come back." Velar pleaded. "Once we're done with you, you can do whatever you want." said the robed fox with a grin, leaning in close to Velar's ear "But I think I know what that will be." He whispered, giving the edge of Velar's ear a lick. Velar shuddered and kicked at the fox, but the three males only laughed as they drew in close around the bed.

7

"I think its time I did some magic." said the panther, smiling broadly and stepping forward. Both foxes looked up at him confused, as he extended a paw as if to inscribe a sigil. "Its time I made these clothes.. disappear." he said with a laugh, extending a sharp claw and ripping away at Velar's robe. "Stop, I need that!" Velar cried, but soon his robe fell away in tatters and was cast aside to the floor. "Not after tonight." the robed fox said, as he watched the lion climb onto the bed and start to grope at Velar's bare chest.

"You sure this one ain't already a girl?" the lion asked, giving both sides of Velar's chest a squeeze with his paws. "Why don't you check." the robed fox suggested. The lion smirked and reached down to pry the helpless fox's legs apart. As Velar's thighs parted the three males burst into laughter. "How can he even walk around with that?" the lion laughed uncontrollably, rolling onto his side on the bed. "No way this fox has ever been laid except for taking it under the tail." added the panther, prodding at Velar's tiny sheath. Velar felt his ears flush with embarrassment, but couldn't force the words out to say anything.

"Speaking of which..." added the robed fox, his paw gesturing in a circle. The two felines smiled at each other, slipping off their modest loincloths in full view of Velar to expose their thick, barbed, throbbing shafts. "You can't.. you can't do this!" Velar cried out as the lion turned him over onto all fours. "Oh but we can," said the robed fox with a lustful smile. "Just lift your tail if you want it, Velara." he added, inscribing a tiny sigil in the air with his paw before flicking it at Velar's downturned tail.

Velar gasped the moment he felt it and looked back. Slowly, inexorably, Velar's beautiful fluffy tail rose up from where he had it tucked between his legs, and lifted over his back. "What a slut!" said the lion, taking position behind the fox and rubbing the tip of his barbed shaft up under the fox's raised tail.

"Wait!" was all Velar could manage, before his voice turned to gasps and cries as a forceful stretching sensation spread from under his tail. "Mmm, maybe our little slut foxy here is a virgin." the lion growled, rocking back and pressing forward again, forcing more of his impressive length into the fox's tiny hole. The lion reached around and gripped Velar's breasts once again, making the fox arch his back and moan to spite himself. They felt larger now, more full, and the nipples were much more sensitive.

Although it hurt, Velar could also feel the strange sensation once again. Something about this, stripped naked, tail raised, being mounted by a big strong male. Velar shook his head to clear the thoughts, but this wasn't a dream, it was happening. He thought back to all the times he had taken a female just like this, under the tail or any other way he pleased as he took them harder, faster, making them moan and writhe beneath him. He'd never imagined finding himself in their position, not until the curse.

Velar moaned, the pleasure overwhelming him. Although they had barely started it was already too much. The long denial of pleasure, the dream, that thick, throbbing, hard shaft forcefully pumping away, those paws squeezing, kneading his breasts, the warm pawpads rubbing over his sensitive nipples. Velar cried out again, his pleasure piquing, tearing at him, flooding him with sensations, overwhelming his mind and crashing through him in waves. He screamed out through his climax, tossing his head back, unable to control himself as wetness splashed across his inner thighs.

"Someone muzzle this bitch!" the lion growled, his pace not slowing as he buried his full length under the fox's tail with each thrust. The panther was more than happy to oblige, moving up to Velar's head and guiding the fox's panting muzzle to suckle on his eager shaft.

The taste was a new sensation, and the scent filling Velar's nose drove him crazy. He moved his tongue over the barbs, bobbed his head up and down, taking the feline's shaft deep into his slender muzzle. The two felines laughed and joked together, calling Velar all manner of depraved names. The more they said, the more they used his body, the more right he felt. This was what he deserved, what he needed, what he wanted.

Velar felt the lion's breaths coming faster, the grip on his growing breasts become firmer, and the quick, rolling thrusts become harder. The lion's voice grew to a powerful roar, and his claws dug in. He pounded hard into the fox's rear, as gushing waves of warmth spilled into Velar's body until the lion collapsed panting heavily on the bed beside him.

The fox collapsed too as the lion released his grip, his chest strangely cushioned as he fell forward by a pair of enormous breasts. Velar got no chance to rest however, as the panther got up and quickly slipped behind him, lifting his hips. "My turn." The black feline said, and unceremoniously thrust his full length into Velar's waiting hole.

Velar moaned out loudly, his muzzle once again free. The panther picked up just where the lion left off, thrusting hard and fast, his shaft already hard and slick from the previous attention, and if anything even bigger than the lion's, as he stretched the fox's rear even more than it had been.

Through the pounding and the groping, Velar became lost in an ocean of sensations. The walls of reality distorted. His mind was changing, twisting and turning along with his body. The things he used to do, the things he used to care about, seemed to slip away. They no longer mattered, they no longer existed. All that mattered was this, these feelings, this desire. Velar moaned as waves of another climax coursed through his body, and another flood of wetness soaked his inner thighs.

The panther roared along with him, the fox's convulsions squeezing the thick barbed shaft pumping under his tail, and drawing the panther to his own climax. Again Velar felt the rush of sticky warmth filling him, possessing him, controlling him. This was what he needed, what he wanted, what he was for.

8

"Looks like you're just about ready, Velara." The robed fox said with a smile as the panther withdrew himself and rolled off the bed to stand, leaving a sticky mess of the fox's rear. "Huh?" was all Velar could manage as the robed fox turned him over onto his back.

Now that he could see himself, Velar looked down at his body in shock. He now had full breasts, as large as any vixen he had ever seen. There was going to be no way of concealing these he thought. Looking down between them however was an even greater shock. Where earlier Velar's tiny sheath and balls had been, were now the delicate, lust slick folds of a female's sex.

Velara stared at her body in disbelief, hardly noticing the male fox as he removed his robe, and slipped naked up between her parted thighs. Was this her dream? Velara wondered as she looked up into the male's shining blue eyes. "I knew I had to have you, Velara." the male whispered "Now you're mine!"

With that the male fox let out a moan as he let his vulpine shaft slip in between the folds of the vixen's waiting sex, and gave her a gentle kiss on the muzzle. She moaned along with him, their voices mixing together as the two felines watched smiling.

Suddenly Velara broke the kiss with a sharp "Yip!" as the male fox pressed in to the limit inside of her. She was momentarily confused, looking down between her legs to see he was only part way in, but then opened her eyes wide at the sudden realization of what was wrong. The fox smirked as if he could tell what she was thinking. "That's right, time to say goodbye to your virginity little girl." he said with a smirk, and then without warning, took hold of her by the waist and slammed his hips forward.

Just like Velara had done long ago in another life to many females, the male fox painfully broke through her virginity to bury his shaft fully within her clenching sex. The felines laughed as she cried out. "I guess our little slut ain't a virgin anymore" the lion said, nudging the panther as he lazily stroked himself.

Velara closed her eyes tightly and squeezed her legs around the male fox between them, feeling the throbbing pain inside as he began to thrust, his length now slick with streaks of blood as well as her excessive wetness. In spite of the pain, something felt right about this. This male was a fox after all, and not an unattractive one. His body felt right against hers, their fur blended together where their bodies met, and the sounds of their voices erupted in unison as their bodies rocked and thrust together. She needed him, all of him, to take everything he had to give. Velara opened her legs wider, and felt the stretch of the vulpine knot starting to press against her folds.

"That's it girl, time to make that curse permanent." The fox half whispered into her ear. "What?!" was all she could manage, snapping back to reality for a moment, but soon that moment abruptly ended, as the male slammed his hips forward, burying his knot in the vixen's needy sex. Velara cried out and rocked against the bed, the male making short quick thrusts, tugging at her sex with each one.

"You know, you are in heat." the fox growled, panting as his pace increased. Velara suddenly realized what all this had really been about. "No!" she cried, but it was too late. Whether she liked it or not her body was responding, and soon she was crying out along with the thrusts, until finally they both achieved their climax together, the male flooding her with his vital warmth.

9

They lay panting together for what seemed like a long time, until finally the male pulled back and managed to free himself from her, letting their wetness leak out over her thighs and the bed. "Good girl, Velara." The fox said, stroking a paw carelessly over her ear and turning to dress himself.

Suddenly Velara felt a twinge. A swirl of green magic surrounded her, winding its way around her limbs and over her body, making her flush with warmth. Finally, the magic glow came to rest below her belly, and sunk into her body, leaving a green sigil mark on the skin beneath her fur just above her sex. The warmth there grew stronger, and she found herself dripping wetness with anticipation, unable to keep from eyeing the two still naked felines lustfully.

"I think we can let her go now." the male fox said, tapping the cuff around each mitten lightly to release it. "Mistress will be so pleased." he added, watching the vixen pull her paws free and immediately start rubbing them over her naked body. "Thank you for your assistance" The fox said, passing a silver coin to each of the felines. "Our pleasure" said the panther with a grin, stepping back up to the bed along with the lion. And with that, the robed fox opened the no longer protected door, stepped out into the darkened hallway. "Enjoy your new life." he said as he shut the door behind him. And with that, he was gone.

The mesmerized vixen hardly seemed to notice, staring intently at the pair of naked males in front of her. "Ready for round two?" The lion asked rhetorically, climbing onto the bed beside the waiting vixen. "You sure are, aren't you little girl?" The panther said, sitting down on the other side of the fox on the bed. "Umm, what?" The vixen said, tilting her head to the side. "Come here, slut." the panther said, laying back on the bed and guiding the vixen to straddle him.

Without thinking, Velara followed along, soon finding her face pressed down into the panther's dark chest fur as the lion moved behind her. "Raise your tail if you want it." The lion teased. Unable to help herself, the vixen's tail slowly lifted, giving the felines full access to exactly what they wanted.

Together the two felines penetrated the lustful vixen, the panther into her dripping sex, and the lion once again under her swishing tail. Her voice cried out as her body was filled once again, the stretching throbbing pleasure rushing over her. She rocked back against them moaning with need. "Don't worry you little slut." said the panther. "We've got lots of friends to introduce you to very soon."

This was all her mind could think about. This was all her body wanted. She finally knew now what was right for her. "Oh yes.. please yes!" she moaned out, the two felines pounding her together, as she once again started to climax.