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I've been feeling low lately, so I wrote something fairly light and happy. No real content warning on this one, except for some generic fantasy violence/horror at the start. This story does have a happy ending.

On a peaceful, sunny afternoon in late spring, the knight-errant found herself fighting a terrible demon in an isolated set of woods very far from anywhere at all. The fight had been something of a surprise, for both herself and the demon. She'd been following its tracks and had come upon the beast from around a stand of willows. The burble of a nearby stream had masked both the sound of her approach, and the demon's own malignant doings.

A transfer circle was halfway through being scratched into the ground, daubed throughout with dark splatters of what the knight assumed had to be blood.

She'd expected the demon to simply rush at her and allow her to cut it down, but this was a more intelligent monster than that, and it hung back, circling counter to her own movements. It was perhaps seven feet tall and walked upon cloven hooves, its fur black and shaggy. The knight-errant might have described it as looking like a goat were it not for the demon's broad jaws, which overflowed with sharp, knife like teeth. Its eyes, purest black, glimmered with a keen and malicious interest.

They'd lunged and struck at each other a number of times, but though the knight herself was doing everything she could to kill the demon outright, she was beginning to get the impression that her opponent's intentions were not so similarly lethal. The beast made no effort to complete its transfer circle and summon reinforcements, nor to cast a weapon for itself. It held back, observing her stance and the way she held her blade.

A tremor of worry began to roil in the pit of the knight-errant's stomach, despite everything she did to tamp the feeling down. She was a wolf, tall and strong and well formed beneath her armor. The demon's interest in her, the way its eyes seemed to pierce past the steel of her breastplate, could only carry one intention.

It was all she could do not to shiver with revulsion.

The demon shot forward, breaking abruptly from its slow, deliberate circling, and the knight-errant plunged forth to meet it, slamming her blade down against the press of its black steel horns, which curled against the sides of its head like those of a mountain sheep.

Her blow struck a vivid bouquet of strange crimson sparks and the demon retreated a pair of steps, grinning broadly as though a point had just been proven. The knight-errant gritted her teeth and tried not to let the monster see where the effort of her defense had made her arms begin to shake.

"There's no reason for all of this fighting." The demon said. Its voice sounded deceptively normal, almost offensively so when coming from such a terrible visage. The knight-errant curled her lip. Her visor was up, so the demon could see her face, and it chuckled at the tiny show of defiance.

"Consider an offer," it continued after a moment. "Give me a night to show you all the sensations of my world and I promise you'll never want to leave."

"It's always night where you come from." The knight-errant growled, and the demon shrugged as though caught at a small and harmless trick.

"Very well." It said, not sounding even slightly disappointed by her refusal, then crossed both clawed hands across the front of itself and began to drag them down, flattening its shaggy black fur. There was something unnaturally lewd about the motion, as though she were observing a sexual gesture made by something which ought never to have performed it. It was like watching a blade or a spike of volcanic stone attempt to be given lascivious property, and the knight-errant took an instinctive step back even as a definite curl of warmth began to swirl in her center.

Natural instincts were firing, arousal beginning to flare even if her mind remained cold and soberly horrified by what lay before her. The demon's smile had become a rictus, and again it started forward.

The knight-errant fended it back with a flurry of blows, but had to retreat nearly to the little unpaved road she'd been walking up when she'd first happened upon the demon's tracks.

Her breath had begun to come quicker, though she wasn't very tired, and the edges of her thoughts seemed frayed. This wasn't the sort of lust that overpowered basic reason, she wouldn't simply fall to her knees and allow the demon to take her with open arms, but it was distracting. ...And, very likely, that would be enough. Eventually, she'd leave a gap open in her defenses, then the demon would surge in and knock the blade from her fingers and...

The knight-errant shook her head sharply, helmet rattling. She swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry. The demon was still making its unnatural gestures, hands framing its groin, where she could see the suggestion of a blunt, intimidatingly thick sheath through its black fur.

Again she tore her eyes away and jabbed at the demon with her blade, forcing it to retreat a pair of steps. She did this again, and then made it stumble when she swept her blade low and came within an inch of severing one hamstring. A tiny curl of black fur, cut free by the tip of her blade, curled into shadow and then disappeared.

The demon took another step back, motions stiffer, and then looked at her. Its smile was no longer quite so broad, and a distant annoyance flickered in the backs of its unknowable eyes.

But the fundamentals of the situation were on its side, and the demon knew it. Again, more cautiously, it started forward, head held low like a ram about to charge. The knight-errant gritted her teeth, suppressing a sudden urge to rub her thighs together...and suddenly there was a little murmur of noise from behind her.

For a moment she thought, half nonsensically, that this was somehow a trick by the demon, but then she heard voices and, strangely, the thrum of a lute.

The demon blinked, eyes carrying past her, and the knight-errant edged slightly to one side so she could see the path in the corner of her vision without turning away from the demon.

A trio of little foxes stepped past a thick stand of willows and then abruptly froze at the sight of the confrontation. They were all sleek and fluffily furred, clad in the patched remnants of what had probably once been a fine set of busking clothes. All three foxes carried instruments with them, a lute, a carved ivory flute and a little metal box with black and white keys like a harpsichord.

They stared. The headmost fox, crimson furred and with a pair of pewter rimmed spectacles perched upon the bridge of his muzzle, blinked hard.

"Get out of here. Run." The knight-errant said urgently, glancing away from the demon for a perilous moment.

The two other foxes, brown and white furred respectively, exchanged a startled look. All of them still seemed to be in shock.

The demon, having lost its own surprise, suddenly straightened up.

"Consider an offer," it said, voice aglow with horrible eagerness. "Pin her down and I'll give you all the gold and jewels you can carry."

The knight-errant blinked, caught entirely off guard. The demon raised its hands and was suddenly holding in one a necklace festooned with gold coins and polished green opals. From the other spilled a great many cut diamonds. They fell upon the mossy forest floor in a glittering hail.

The foxes stirred, looking to each other, a complicated medley of emotions flickering across their whiskered faces. Then the bespectacled leader stepped forward. He wore a ragged oilcloth cloak over his busking outfit and tugged it closer to himself as though cold.

"She's much larger than us," he said, looking to the demon. "She'd cut us all to pieces if we attacked her."

It was all the knight-errant could do not to fetch the fox with an incredulous stare. Was he seriously considering the demon's offer?

"Don't listen to it." She hissed.

Neither the fox nor the demon seemed to hear her. The demon held its hands further out, more riches clattering to the ground.

"She's the honorable sort of knight," it said. "She'd never disobey her oaths by attacking innocents."

The foxes glanced at each other again, and the knight-errant felt something in the pit of her stomach turn heavy and leaden. She looked to the demon, which had regained the full intensity of its earlier smile.

"You should have accepted my offer." It said to her.

The bespectacled fox stepped closer, turning an arc to her side, as though steeling himself to leap upon her. The demon was doing the same, its attention singular now, eyes burning with anticipation. Even the foxes seemed to have been caught up in the demon's unnatural aura, for their fur had fluffed up and their tails were twitching in peculiar ways.

All three of them tensed, then, suddenly, the bespectacled fox, who had turned at an oblique angle to the demon, fixed her with a clear eyed and entirely sober gaze.

He silently mouthed something, alight with urgency.

'Now!'

For a half second the knight-errant was frozen with confusion, then the bespectacled fox whirled around, paws coming out from under his ragged cloak. He held a tiny crossbow, of the sort that children used to practice. The string snapped forward and the bolt sank up to its leather fletchings in the demon's shoulder. The beast grunted, caught entirely off guard, and the knight-errant lunged, flinging herself forward with all the strength she had.

It was a reckless move, and left her entirely open, but the demon could not pull together a defense and its eyes were suddenly wild with terror. Then her blade struck true and she speared the monster through the space where its heart ought to have been.

The demon's mouth fell open, impossible wide, but no sound escaped, and instead it slumped bonelessly to the ground, twitching helplessly as it went. The far edges of its form seemed to flicker, then the terrible beast curled away like a sheet of paper being burnt to ash, all shadow and vapor webbed shut over an inner nothingness.

All that remained was a gnarled spheroid of pitted black metal that seemed to pulse with one last suggestion of malignancy, then was simply a dead thing and nothing more.

The diamonds and gold and opals the demon had offered lay dull and gray upon the ground, heaps of iron flecked sand that might have once held meaningful form.

The knight-errant picked up the spheroid and turned it between her armored fingers. Her paws were trembling. All of her was.

She looked back to the foxes, who had gone together into a group and were staring at her with wide, admiring eyes. The bespectacled fox stepped slightly forward.

"I'm sorry if I scared you," he said. "...It had to look good if the demon was gonna buy it."

The knight-errant nodded faintly, then laughed. The noise was small and uneven, but filled with relief. Intermingled with that, however, was the terrible realization of just how close it had all been. If the foxes hadn't happened by, or been nearly as convincing in their trickery, then it was very likely she'd have been taken as a plaything.

She did her best to hide a shiver at the mere thought of that. Even now the lingering effects of the demon's aura still throbbed within her. The foxes seemed similarly afflicted, but etiquette still held and so everyone simply pretended not to be bothered at all.

The knight-errant took off her helmet, ears springing free, silvery fur badly rumpled.

"That was well done," she said, offering the foxes a shaky smile. "Truly. Goodness..." The adrenaline was beginning to fade, replaced by a general trembliness, and of course the damnable, indelible heat that coursed inside of her.

Trying her best to ignore it, the knight-errant looked to the foxes.

"So, are you minstrels?" She asked, scuffing one foot along he ground. "You handle demons well, for performers."

The fox's ears fluttered back, all three of them suddenly quite bashful.

"Oh, we're only traveling musicians." Said the bespectacled fox. For the first time he sounded almost a little shy.

"We're really good, it's just that we get held up by bandits every other week." The white fox blurted, picking self consciously at a threadbare corner of his shirt. His companions began to glance over, slightly aggrieved, but there was no point in denying the obvious.

"I'm...sorry to hear that." Said the knight-errant, feeling awkward. She was about to ask them where they'd last been robbed, but before she could, the bespectacled fox glanced up to her with a new look in his eyes.

"I don't know anything about demons," he said. "Do they always, um..." He made a complicated gesture to the space around them and was still trying to find some polite way to define the lustful aura when the knight-errant nodded.

"Did you catch it too?" She asked, as though she hadn't already noticed the foxes shifting around and trying their best not to look at her too openly.

"It goes away, right?" The white fox asked.

The knight-errand couldn't help but chuckle, though the noise came out a little shaky. Standing around and having a conversation while feeling so...tense was not the most pleasant experience in the world, even if the foxes seemed like perfectly fine company on their own.

"After a while," she said. "You just have to find somewhere quiet and..." She couldn't bear even to make a euphemism, there were already images springing vividly to mind. And why was she thinking about foxes?

"Or, perhaps we could take care of each other." The bespectacled fox said suddenly.

The knight-errant blinked hard, a curious squirmy sensation shooting through the center of her. It took her a moment to realize that the words had come from the fox in front of her rather than some strange and sudden fantasy. The other two foxes seemed no less electrified, possessed by an intermingled sense of terror and wonderment. The white fox cuffed his friend on the shoulder, alight with horror.

"You can't ask a knight that," he scolded, eyes shooting quickly over to her. "She has a sword!"

"There's nothing wrong with asking," the brown fox piped up. "It's not an obligation, she doesn't owe us anything."

The knight-errant watched the discussion, still caught off balance by the proposition, which stirred continually in the center of her mind. She looked over the three foxes, who all seemed lively and kind and not likely to be rough or overwhelming. Doing something new, especially with new and exciting people, could be a good way to scrub the worry and tension of the demon fight out of her mind.

"I think I'd like that." She said.

The foxes all stopped talking at once and looked to her, simultaneously startled and delighted. The bespectacled fox stepped close and took her by one paw, his fellows falling in around her. She was still in armor so they couldn't grope or ogle as they might have otherwise done, but the knight-errant could still feel their gazes upon her and relaxed into them. It felt very good to be desired in such a way, the three foxes swirling around her in a rush of silky fur.

They went away from the road and over to a plush cushion of soft green moss that was lightly shaded by overhanging willow branches. The stream wasn't far and the knight-errant shed her breastplate and greaves while listening to both its burble and the pleasant murmurs of the three foxes, who kept close and admired each new part of her that came into view. They helped lift her chainmail, and then the padded armor underneath, paws sliding along the flatness of her stomach and over the flared curves of her hips.

Her tail was wagging and the knight-errant found that she didn't need to direct the foxes in any way, for they read the contours of her body language as perfectly as they did her physical form. At last she was only in her underthings, plain white fabric that the foxes slipped off of her. The brown fox leaned in to kiss the side of her neck, then nipped her gently with his sharp teeth. It sent a wonderful chilly thrill all throughout her and the knight-errant had him do it again, even as the other two foxes slipped her panties down and then bared her breasts, letting them bounce free to an appreciative sigh from those watching.

The foxes had been shedding their own clothes as well, taking care not to move too quickly, and as the knight-errant found herself nude, her lovers shed the last of their garments as well and she surveyed them with unveiled eagerness, stroking their knotted shafts to hardness and enjoying the sighs and soft exhalations of warm breath that came as she touched them.

The knight-errant allowed herself to be laid down onto her back, and spread her legs with luxuriant grace. A pair of paws stroked her inner thighs and then the white fox leaned in to kiss her and she opened her mouth to accept the slippery press of his tongue as someone else--the bespectacled fox, perhaps--pressed his own tongue into the velvety black folds of her slick pussy. Her tail was still wagging uncontrollably away and the brown fox stroked it with a chuckle before moving to straddle her chest. She felt the heat and hardness of his shaft press between her breasts, then a firm pair of paws was squeezing at her nipples.

She sighed, back arching slightly, overcome by a medley of disparate sensations that all blended neatly together into something warm and calm and wonderful. The foxes, though they were all doing very different things, worked in conjunction, never clashing in their efforts to join their desire to hers.

Between her legs, the warm tongue withdrew, leaving a chilly tingle of absence for only a moment before she felt paws take up her legs, and then a welcome push of weight. For a moment she felt the needy press of the bespectacled fox's cock miss its mark, then he realigned and pushed himself into her with a shivery exhale of breath. The knight-errant squirmed and was unable to keep from gasping into the white fox's mouth. He kissed her all the more fiercely, and then guided her paw to his shaft, where she stroked and squeezed his knot as it swelled, enjoying how each bit of attention made him shiver and squirm atop her.

There were no words exchanged and the tryst existed in a haze of breathing and gasps and little moans as the knight-errant arched her back and allowed the heat within her to grow and spread until it seemed that every fiber of her was completely alight. The white fox broke his kiss with a gasp and then shuffled forward to press his pre slicked length against her cheek. The knight-errant turned her head and let him push his length into her mouth, enjoying the taste of salt and the heated sensation of his member as it throbbed against her tongue.

The bespectacled fox's knot hadn't yet fully swollen and he gripped hard to the knight-errant's thighs as he hilted into her with a grunt and a little cry. She could feel him swelling inside of her, a molten heat at her center, and she squeezed down and rolled her hips with ecstatic intent, enjoying the helpless squirts of vulpine seed that fired off in response. The bespectacled fox melted into his orgasm, cock pulsing as he filled her with his load. Each new spurt of cum seemed to spark new heat, even as it drenched her womb and backed up against the throbbing swell of his thick knot.

Leaning in, the knight-errant took the white fox's cock as deep as she could into her muzzle and let him hilt down her throat, knot plugging her lips. He stroked behind her ears, lightly gripping the fur there, and she looked up at him with eager eyes. Something about her expression seemed to electrify the white fox, for he gripped her muzzle, forming her lips even tighter around the shaft of his cock, then he pushed forward and came with a gasp and a final jerk of his hips. The knight-errant swallowed and lapped, her breath coming in bursts as she enjoyed the white fox's release. Fox cum, she found, tasted nearly sweet.

Atop her, the brown fox took his friend's place just as soon as the white fox sagged back, and had her open her mouth before stroking his own load into the back of her throat. She swallowed without hesitation and then gathered him forward so she could clean his pre smeared shaft, enjoying how the brown fox squirmed and bucked as she lapped all across his sensitive member.

The bespectacled fox, utterly spent, leaned forward and hugged the knight-errant around the middle, face buried in her fur. Inside of her, his cock still drooled a last few tiny spurts of hot seed.

Following his lead, the foxes gathered, nearly burying the knight-errant in a soft puddle of fur and warm, satisfied bodies.

There was still fun to be had after that, of course. Soon enough the lively little foxes were rested enough to have another go, and this time the knight-errant found herself maneuvered onto all fours, presenting the inviting swell of her rear to the white fox as the bespectacled fox pushed his cock down her throat. The knight-errant thought that she was getting very good at relaxing enough to let the foxes do this, and the way they sighed and groaned and bucked their hips against her face was very agreeable.

She'd expected the brown fox to take her pussy, but instead, after a moment, she felt the delicate press of a wetted fingertip against the tiny ebony pucker of her tail-hole.

"Would you be okay with this?" The brown fox asked, making no move to go any further.

The knight-errant entertained a moment of indecision and worry, but then decided that if she was going to let anybody into that hole, it was probably the foxes. After all, they'd been very good with the rest of her.

She nodded, glancing back at the brown fox, who grinned and then slowly pressed a finger into her last unclaimed hole. The sensation was slick and strange, not entirely pleasant, but the brown fox worked slowly and carefully enough that she didn't feel any pain, even as he pushed two and then three fingers into her. As he worked, the brown fox slowly pushed his cock between her thighs, a promise of what was to come.

At last, the fingers disappeared and were quickly replaced by the heat of a knotted vulpine length. The knight-errant made herself relax as much as she could, tail held up, and the brown fox obliged by pushing slowly into her, gripping tight to her hips. He was all but panting with built up lust and the knight-errant could already feel the slickness of his pre oiling her tail-hole, helping prepare it for further intrusion.

She was so focused on this that she almost didn't notice the bespectacled fox beginning to pant and gasp as her tongue swirled across the pointed tip of his cock.

"That tongue..." He began to say, then the knight-errant leaned forward to take his shaft up to the hilt and the rest of the fox's words dissolved into a little cry as he drained his balls down her throat.

The white fox, lounging by the side and enjoying himself simply watching, replaced his spent friend and the knight-errant welcomed him with a long, loving lick along the base of his cock. He sat back and let her go to work, stroking her ears adoringly, and enjoying the way the brown fox's thrusts pushed her forward.

The brown fox took his time with the knight-errant's tail-hole, savoring its virgin tightness and only pushing in to the base of his knot. He knew better than to test his luck trying to knot her, and for that the knight-errant was grateful. Though having her tail-hole taken still felt more strange than anything, it wasn't unpleasant. And she knew that the brown fox was having a good time, for she could feel his thrusts growing short and jagged as he grew closer and closer to climax.

For her part, the knight-errant couldn't help but pant and gasp even as she focused on pleasuring the white fox, gently squeezing his heavy, fur covered balls and enjoying the way they jerked each time she took the whole of his cock into her mouth.

Both foxes came almost simultaneously; the brown fox wrapping his arms tight around her middle as he filled her tail-hole, the white fox sagging back and pushing his hips against her face, baffling her nose with soft fur. The knight-errant patiently swallowed this new load and massaged the white fox's balls as they spasmed and jerked. The brown fox's load drooled from her tail-hole as he withdrew, feeling somehow warmer than everything else.

They rested once more, but only for a little longer, as the knight-errant couldn't help but feel that she was in desperate need of a wash. They plunged into the crystal waters of the stream together and the knight-errant let the foxes scrub her clean, which they did with admirable lewdness. The brown fox paid special attention to her breasts, while the other foxes couldn't help but wander between her legs, and this soon escalated to the knight-errant letting her randy companions take one last quick turn between her legs, each fox filling her in turn before retiring to the bank of the stream, this time truly spent.

The knight-errant cleaned herself up, then went to join them. Together, they lounged naked on the moss, letting the late afternoon breeze dry their fur.

"You know," the bespectacled fox said after a moment, gaze falling to the knight-errant. "I think we would make a pretty good team."

"If we traveled together?" The knight-errant asked, though she already knew what the fox meant.

He nodded earnestly.

"We'd collect gossip and help you find monsters to hunt, so you can be a good knight...and I guess you'd keep us from being robbed by bandits."

"And we'd help each other...you know..." The white fox began to say, then got embarrassed and trailed off.

The knight-errant laughed, feeling charmed. It really wasn't a bad proposal.

She nodded. The foxes, newly delighted, gathered in close and, all together, they took a well deserved nap.