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The wind and snow howled around Ailen as he pulled his way up the ice-coated stairs that jutted out from the mountainside. The lupine man silently cursed his luck as his paw slipped and he scrambled to catch himself for the 7th or 8th time that night. His paws might be designed for the snow, but not for the slick sheen of black ice that covered the many rocky steps along the mountainside.

The biting, punishing wind certainly didn't help matters, threatening to tear his cloak off or send him tumbling off the cliff side with each gust. The thick blizzard obscured the moon behind its veil of white, leaving even his potent lupine eyes straining against the mix of pitch darkness and blinding snow.

Ailen still pushed resolutely forward, his cloak and thick brown winter coat covered in layers of white. Nothing was going to keep him from his destination. Nothing. The breeding season was already half over and he had nothing to show for it yet again. He wouldn't go another year with an empty den. Not this time...

* * * * Earlier that year * * * *

WHAM! With a powerful body slam, the steel grey wolf smashed Ailen into the newly fallen snow. Ailen wildly scrambled his paws around, trying to get purchase, his muscles straining beneath his winter coat. The huge predator above him snarled, his paws grabbing onto Ailen's forearms and pinning them against the snow with a vice-like strength. Ailen could feel the other male's snout pushing its way into the thick ruff around his neck, hot breath washing over his ears.

"Ready to give up, puppy?" the other male growled teasingly.

Ailen shivered and blushed furiously, glad that his bushy winter coat would hide the color from any onlookers. Worse, the feeling of Steel's powerful body, pressed against him, the other male's sheath nudged firmly against his rump... was causing a rush of blood to quite another part of Ailen's body.

"NEVER!" Ailen cried. The brown-furred beast flexed his muscles, pushing himself off of the ground with enough force to roll over and get into a grappling position with Steel once again.

"Oh come on. You know you prefer being underneath me more than being on top of her." Steel quipped back, a shit-eating grin creeping across his muzzle.

Ailen didn't want to admit it, but Steel was right. And if breeding rights weren't on the line, he'd love nothing more than to "slip" in the snow and let Steel win this little wrestling match to spend some more quality time together. It was a very poorly kept secret among the tribe that Ailen had often enjoyed Steel's company during the summer months and off season, spending many a night with him... usually with the other warrior on top of him.

But this match was different. This match would determine whether Ailen got to breed this season, or spent another year without pups. He couldn't afford to lose.

With a mighty roar, Ailen threw his entire body weight at Steel, lifting the other male off the ground and driving him down into the snow below. His slavering jaws locked around Steel's neck, pushing through the dense winter fur to pierce into the flesh - just enough to break the skin.

With a whimper of defeat, the dark gray male slowly went limp beneath Ailen, his breath coming out in heavy puffs of steam in the cold air. After being sure of his rival's surrender, Ailen slowly backed off of his competitor and helped him back up.

He couldn't help but think back to the situation they had been in earlier, and how Steel must have felt. Pinned beneath a competitor, the warm, strong weight of another male on his back, grinding down against him. Claiming him in a primal, fierce bite. That plump sheath resting just below his tail...

His thoughts were interrupted the moment he felt a pair of soft paws come to rest on his sides. A toothy grin spread over Ailen's blood stained muzzle as he looked down at the alluring wolfess whose paws were rubbing over his battle-scarred chest. The beauty whose attentions he had just been competing to win.

Naira was gorgeous. Her fur was a deep chestnut brown, with a lighter coat along her chest and muzzle. Her limbs were shapely but packed with tight, lithe muscle - the limbs of a huntress. And her scent... It was early in the season, but he could already smell her heat starting. It was enough to rile Ailen's blood and drive him wild. Naira was one of the most sought after mates in the tribe, almost every male in the tribe had been vying for the chance to breed with her. And now she was going to bear Ailen's puppies. Or that was the hope, at least.

Ailen himself was nothing to sneeze at. At well over 7 feet tall and broader than all of his peers, the brown wolf was practically a mountain of a man. Even the thick fur coat of the winter season couldn't fully conceal his powerful, taut muscles. If anything, it only made him look larger and more intimidating. Scars of several seasons of fighting crisscrossed his body and left slight patches in the fur - testaments to his previous victories. And of course, between his legs hung one of the largest sets of balls of any of the tribesmen, nearly the size of a human's fist. As a successful hunter, fighter, and lover, he'd been favored for several years as one of the prime candidates for the tribe's alpha.

"No hard feelings, right Ailen?" Steel asked, brushing snow off of his fur and extending a paw towards Ailen. A warm but teasing grin spread over the grey-furred wolf's face, "And with any luck... See you next spring?"

Ailen wolf nuzzled into his beautiful brown-furred bitch's head, flashing a playful grin of his own back at his rival. "If you're lucky, Steel. I might be too busy with my pups..."

It was going to be a good winter. And with any luck, an even better spring.

* * * * * * * * *

It had failed to take. It ALWAYS failed to take. Even with the cold biting into his eyes and snout, the failure to sire yet again stung Ailen worse than the elements ever could. The shame drove him on into the blizzard.

Somehow, despite being one of the strongest, largest, most desired wolves in the tribe, Ailen was still entirely without pups of his own. He had won countless contests for the attention of the tribe's women, but no matter how many girls he bred, it was never any use. He had prayed to the spirits, consulted the tribe's shamans, and tried numerous diet and lifestyle tricks to increase his virility. But nothing ever changed.

That is to say, nothing had ever changed... until now.

* * * * One week earlier * * * *

It wasn't often that Ailen found himself in human settlements. He was usually a hunter, or a soldier in times of crisis, and usually the less able combatants were sent into town to exchange goods and barter with the furless races.

But today, Ailen was here on his own errands. Concern that he wasn't going to sire a pup for yet another year was eating at him. His own tribe's remedies had failed, so now he had turned to consulting human physicians and alchemists to see if they had any cures or advice. And, if that failed, there was always the chance to pick up enough alcohol to drown his concerns at the local tavern.

It was when he was taking a break from his search to do that very thing that Ailen had overheard the conversation. The wolf was muzzle-deep in his mug when his sharp lupine hearing picked up a conversation on the other side of the room.

"On man, congratulations to you and Suzy!" the first deep male voice said.

"Yeah, I can't believe it! You guys have been trying to have a kid for years now," another, younger voice chimed in.

Ailen's ears perked up. They had a story not too dissimilar to his own... Trying not to seem too suspicious, he slowly turned his heard and scooted closer to overhear more.

"Well, I can't take all the credit," said the man the others were all looking to. He seemed like a farmer or the like, his face creased and tanned by a lot of time outside in the sun. He seemed in the middle of his life, brown beard and hair starting to show tinges of grey. And right now, that beard was parted by one of the biggest smiles Ailen had ever seen.

"It was that temple in the mountains... The Temple of Life Triumphant or whatever. Supposedly they can bring fertility and life to anyone or anything. And they basically do it for free."

"Basically?" Another of the men asked curiously.

"The cost wasn't important. It wasn't going to bankrupt me either way..."

Ailen wasn't sure but he thought he could detect some hint of embarrassment in the man's voice. Either way, he had his answer. If this strange temple could restore fertility to anyone, surely they could restore it for him as well. Feeling emboldened both by hope and alcohol, the lupine warrior rose from his table and headed towards them.

"Excuse." Ailen started out. Though he was quite intelligent, he had very little reason to ever study or use the human tongue. Most of what he had picked up was second or third hand from his other tribesmen. "Not good with your tongue. I heard about temple... Please, tell more."

It had taken a bit of a runaround, and more than a couple of rounds of drinks, to get the location. Ailen's grasp of the human-tongue left much to be desired, that was for sure, and his intimidating frame had hurt more than it helped. But now, he finally had what he sought. This would be the last year he went without pups of his own.

* * * * * * * * *

Back in reality, Ailen was really starting to regret setting out to the temple. Humans had the luxury of not having to deal with heat cycles in their kind. Given the time window, the human had no doubt made his trip in the early spring, without winter storms and harsh winds engulfing the mountain.

Now that same wind threatened to tear away what little protection his cloak offered and the whipping snow practically blinded him. Given his shaky handle on human language, he was starting to worry he had written the directions down wrong. No, that couldn't be. He HAD to find the temple.

With grim determination, Ailen pulled his hood down and carried forward into the blizzard. With the snow like it was, he could barely see his own paw in front of his...

WHOMP!

Ailen's muzzle loudly impacted the stone in front of him. Wait, no... Not stone, the wolf realized. Wood. Ahead of him, the huge wooden gate of the temple loomed, disappearing into the swirling blizzard. Ailen couldn't make out much of the iconography on the gate, but what else could this be but the temple he was seeking?

Gathering his strength, the lupine warrior rammed his shoulder into the gate... And, much to his surprise, the colossal wooden gate swung open as though it were nothing more than a tavern door, leaving the wolf to tumble into the courtyard beyond.

For a moment, Ailen was utterly struck by the stillness around him. It seemed like the storm outside had totally abated in the seconds it took him to orient himself. But no, that wasn't quite accurate... He could still hear it. In fact, glancing up, he could still SEE the storm above him. It raged on just overhead, howling against the walls of the temple without touching a thing within, as though some kind of unseen, otherworldly force kept it at bay.

The sight of the storm being held back was so unusual, it had almost blinded Ailen to how odd the entire scene before him was. The temple grounds that lay ahead were green - impossibly so, in fact. It was almost as if it wasn't winter at all within the confines of the sacred place. Lush grasses covered every inch of the courtyard except for where stone paths and bridges crisscrossed it. Beyond that, a stream meandered through the gardens, twisting around the path unphased by the freezing temperatures outside.

And it wasn't just grass growing here, Ailen could smell the trees from the door. The scent was floral, sweet, and inviting, even if the fruit didn't smell quite ripe yet. Wandering over to one of the closest trees, Ailen raised a paw to examine the bright red fruit. It seemed just like any ordinary apple, except it was still in the midst of growing even at this time of year. Just the thought of it made his muzzle water - for multiple reasons. Truly, if the masters of this temple could bring such life to the land even in the dead of winter, they must have the power to bring new life to anything.

Ailen shook his head, trying to keep his mind on track. Already fantasies of his sweet Naira nursing their first cubs in the warm, lush grasses of spring were dancing through his mind. Despite the cold still clinging to his body, he could feel his sheath growing warm and stirring. "Wait a second", Ailen thought. The brown furred wolf didn't look quite like Naira. She was too broad, and the coloration wasn't quite right. If he didn't know better, he'd say the wolfess almost looked like... him. Why would such a thought make him so...

"Stiff?"

The lupine warrior's body absolutely froze. He turned his head very slowly toward the sound of the voice behind him. The speaker looked to be a human woman from the shape, tone, and scent, but that was all Ailen could tell at a glance. The woman's face was hidden behind an ornate white fox mask bedecked with elegant red designs. Only her long auburn hair and ears were visible beyond it. Likewise, almost all of her body except for her delicate looking hands was hidden behind a plush, silken robe in a beautiful pink color like the sky at sunset.

"Stiff. You must be stiff from the cold and the effort of the climb." The woman repeated, her voice somehow not muffled by the mask that concealed her features. "Please, come inside and warm yourself with us."

Without another word, the maiden turned and headed for the doors of the temple. As she walked, Ailen couldn't help but notice that despite her human appearance, she had a pair of long, foxlike tails swaying out behind her. Perhaps stranger still was that the massive golden doors of the temple swung open at her slightest touch, showing the dancing, inviting firelight within.

Not wanting to be left behind, Ailen bounded across the courtyard after her, sliding through the gap in the huge golden doors that she had left. As soon as his tail was through, the door swung shut behind him, seemingly of its own accord.

Just the sight of the temple interior caused the wolf's jaw to hang open. Ornate lamps on each wall merrily danced with a ghostly yellow flame. The ceiling stretched so far above Ailen that it vanished into the darkness, and columns of marble carried coiling dragons of gold up until they too disappeared. Large tapestries on both walls depicted idyllic looking meadows and cozy forest scenes, complete with detailed and happy looking woodland creatures, many of whom seemed to be heavy with child. The inside was so warm, Ailen actually felt like he would soon start overheating with the heavy, furred cloak he had brought with him.

"Let me take your cloak." The fox-masked woman Ailen had spoken to earlier broke him out of his trance. His attention was so focused on the magnificence around him he had hardly noticed her standing there.

"I... Um. No clothes... underneath." Ailen stammered out in his broken human tongue. His kind rarely had any reason to wear clothes beyond their functional use in their native home, and he felt rather out of place with the fancy-looking robes his hostess was wearing and the sheer opulence of the temple.

"That is more than alright, sir. Let me take your cloak." She offered again, extending a delicate hand to toward Ailen.

Reluctantly, Ailen removed the heavy fur cloak he was wearing from his shoulders. Without that, almost the entirety of his massive and muscular form was left on display to the woman before him. The only clothing he possessed besides the cloak was a loincloth to protect his pride from thorns and scratches, a pair of leather arm-guards for fighting, and the belt that held his axe beside him.

"Excuse me, sir." The hostess continued. "It would be very inconsiderate for you to bring armor or a weapon into the master's presence. You'll need to leave those with us as well."

A growl rose up in Ailen's throat almost involuntarily. "I don't disarm. Feels helpless," he grumbled out in his best human dialect.

"I can understand that after your trip up the mountains, sir, but you are safe here. I can promise you no harm will come to you inside our walls. And there have been... certain adventurers in the past who have sought to harm the master of the temple. So you can understand his reluctance to see supplicants who bear arms."

Ailen's growl slowly faded. He had a little trouble with what she said, but he mostly pieced it together. Some people were more than greedy enough to attack the temple for what miraculous powers they seemed to possess. Reluctantly, Ailen undid his belt and handed the huge, sheathed battle-axe to the maiden before him.

Surprisingly, despite the small size of humans compared to lupines, the woman seemed to have no trouble lifting the huge weapon and cloak. Almost on cue, another pair of young maidens emerged from one of the side rooms. Much like his hostess, they were both wearing the white and red foxlike masks that covered their faces. Unlike his hostess, neither of them appeared to be human.

One of the women looked to be elven. The tall, pointed ears that rose from her mane of raven hair were a dead giveaway. Even if not for that, her form was unusually tall, lithe, and shaped to a delicate perfection.

The other disciple looked much more like a member of his own tribe. She was didn't look quite like any canine he'd ever met, but still somewhat related. Her neck was much longer, possessing a sort of curve to it, and she sported a golden, spotted coat. Her limbs were shapely, but very powerfully built. He'd vaguely heard of such creatures - "gnolls", they were called - but he'd never actually seen one.

Where the gnoll's robe hung open, Ailen could see her rippling muscle... and his mind drifted back to Naira, Steel, and the competition earlier in the year. It took almost all the willpower he could muster to keep his loincloth from tenting up right in front of the three beautiful women ahead of him.

If any of the three had noticed the stirring of his arousal, they said nothing. The hostess handed his cloak to the slim elven maiden and his heavy battle axe to the stockier gnoll lass. Both of them bowed to the hostess, then disappeared into the adjoining hallways once more.

"Your possessions will be dried and stored safely until you've finished your meeting with the master and are ready to depart once more. Now then, proceed into the room to your right. The master will be with you shortly."

With that, the fox-tailed maiden bowed respectfully to Ailen and headed off into another room herself, leaving Ailen alone in the great hall in just his loincloth.

For the first time since entering the temple, Ailen felt awkward. He sidled off into the next room as instructed, floored once again by the sheer grandeur of it. A massive marble fireplace crackled away warmly against one wall, while a large velvet couch and similarly appointed chairs ringed a huge ornate rug in the middle of the room.

Having nothing else to do, Ailen sat his rather large rump upon the couch to wait. His mind drifted a bit, back to the image of the unusual brown furred wolf he'd seen earlier. This time, the scene was different. A familiar beast of a wolf with steel-grey fur walked up to her, smiling warmly and kneeling down to kiss her. After a moment of the intimate embrace, one of his paws moved up to cup her breasts and...

Ailen's train of thought was broken by a quiet cough, and his eyes immediately darted to two places - first to the once again growing bulge in his loincloth, and then the door.

"Apologies, you looked to be so deep in thought that I didn't want to disturb you."

The voice came from a creature that Ailen had never seen before. He was definitely canine, not quite as broad as Ailen, and looked more like a fox than a wolf. His muzzle was more angular, with more obvious whiskers and brilliant golden eyes. His fur was a deep, warm orange-red, though most of his body was obscured by a sky-blue silken robe embellished with pink flowers that practically seemed to leap off of the cloth. Perhaps his most striking feature though, were his tails - plural. Spreading out behind the fox was a whole collection of broad, bushy tails that practically formed a peacock's fan. Their gentle waving made them hard to count, but Ailen had to wager that he had... 8 or 9?

"You are... the master?" Ailen asked, a slight hint of confusion in his voice.

"Yes, I am the master of this place." The fox's snout split into a warm smile. "You may call me Master Nine, if you are so inclined. I understand you have a request. And I must say, I'm quite impressed you braved our mountain in this storm. Whatever it is you desire, you must want it quite badly."

Ailen furrowed his brow, trying to think of exactly how to phrase his request in the human tongue. "Yes. I want... Fertility. Need pups. Can't have them."

The fox watched Ailen with a rather curious expression, as though puzzling over the request. "Fertility, really?" His eyes slowly moved up the wolf's body, taking him in. Ailen could swear his tails were wagging just a little bit. "Are you sure that's what you want?"

The brown furred wolf nodded eagerly. "Yes. More than anything."

Nine raised one of his hands up to his muzzle, as though pondering something, and Ailen felt a slight buzzing in the back of his head. It wasn't exactly unpleasant, but he couldn't quite place what was going on. Images flashed unbidden in his mind - Naira, the earlier wrestling match, his springtime rendezvous with Steel, the mysterious brown wolf in his fantasies...

"Ah, I see! Well then. I must say, I'm surprised, but it's certainly not the strangest request I've had, and above all, I value my client's happiness. You are aware of the costs, yes?"

Ailen shook his head, and looked down. He grabbed a small coin pouch off his belt and offered it to the fox.

"Mmm, not quite." Nine answered with a slight smirk. "We don't take payment in coin here. Our price is a bit more... esoteric. To make a new life for yourself, you have to leave behind something from the old. We keep that potential, and use it to help others. Sometimes I require an additional payment in service to the temple, but..." The fox once again eyed Ailen up, the smirk on his face growing to a wide grin. "I think you've got more than enough potential to leave behind for payment."

Ailen felt slightly dumbfounded. Between his poor grasp on the human tongue and the rather mysterious proposal the man was giving him, he didn't really follow exactly what Nine was asking for. His train of thought was interrupted by the fox once more.

"Of course, if you're not totally satisfied with our services, we can give you a refund. At least, until you leave the temple. If you'd prefer, I can even give you a trial run of what is to come before you leave," the kitsune offered with a smile.

What did Ailen have to lose? It sounded like whatever payment they were asking for, he could always back out afterwards if he wasn't happy with it. And there was something about the fox's smile that just seemed, well, reassuring.

---Yiff begins below---

"I will pay. As long as I can have pups." Ailen said stoically, giving a definitive nod to his vulpine host.

"Excellent. Let's get started then! Remove your loincloth." Nine said, hands going to his hips and a playful grin spreading over his face.

"...What?" Ailen replied, looking at the kitsune as though he hadn't quite heard him correctly.

"What? You didn't think we were going to fix your ability to have puppies without getting at your pup-making equipment, did you? Oh, unless you wanted to just do it with your loincloth on. That could be fun too..."

With that, the nine-tailed fox dropped to his knees, sliding his silken paws over Ailen's thighs and up towards his loincloth. Ailen could feel his breath catch in his throat and his heart start to beat faster. He hadn't had any action in a while and already he could feel his sheath swelling up, his loincloth starting to twitch in time with his heartbeat and tent outwards.

"I'll take that as a yes, then." Nine said, whiskers pulled up by his mischievous smile. "If you want me to stop at any time, just say so."

The wolf expected the smaller canine to go right for his crotch, but rather than doing that, he leaned in and started to nuzzle over the lupine warrior's abs and pecs. The feeling of the fox's hot breath washing over his nipples caused both them to quickly perk up and a shiver to run down Ailen's spine. Before he could question what was going on, the fox's maw enveloped one of those hard nubs in his maw and started to lick and suckle on it eagerly, while his other paw moved up to squeeze the wolf's other pec and gently roll the nipple with his thumb.

Ailen found himself gasping, his claws digging into the fabric of the couch. He was no stranger to nipple play; Steel had done it many times before during their various springtime trysts. But this... this felt incredible in a way he couldn't even describe. The wolf had reached full mast so fast he was surprised he hadn't gone light-headed. Ailen could already could feel power and virility swelling up in his body, blossoming in his pecs.

Unbeknownst to the wolf, "power" wasn't exactly what was blossoming in his chest. As the fox suckled and rubbed, the flesh underneath the wolf's pecs swelled and ballooned outwards. Both of his nipples puffed up, the areola underneath expanding, becoming something far less masculine looking. While his pecs grew, the rest of his chest slimmed down, some of his bulk being consumed to fill out those growing mounds.

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Beyond just growing larger, those perky nubs of flesh were growing far more sensitive under the fox's expert ministrations. To Ailen, it felt like his nipples had a direct line to his groin, each slurp and tweak causing an almost electric tingle to shoot down his body and up through his dick. He could already feel himself starting to throb and twitch, his balls drawing up closer to his body...

"Gods!" Ailen cried out, bucking his hips forward as the sudden orgasm overtook him without anything even touching his cock. He could feel his shaft pulsing, seed rapidly staining and bubbling up through the fabric of his loincloth. Unbeknownst to him, each of those pulses was causing his pride to grow slightly smaller - his balls dropping from the size of human fists to chicken eggs while his shaft dropped from a massive ten inches to a more reasonable eight.

"So sensitive already..."

The fox's voice snapped Ailen out of his post-orgasmic reverie. Somehow he'd almost forgotten his host was here, despite him being the one to bring about the mind-blowing hands-free orgasm. The vulpine man slid down between his legs, undid the belt holding his loincloth up, and then pulled the sticky garment away. Nine sniffed at it for a moment, his tails wagging behind him, before tossing the messy cloth off to the side.

"Shame to waste all that essence. We'll have to gather it later. But for now, the rest of it..."

Before Ailen could really question what the kitsune meant, Nine's maw suddenly descended and engulfed most of his manhood. The sensation was almost overwhelming. Ailen was still sensitive from the recent orgasm, and here the fox was energetically, almost desperately cleaning the leftover seed from his shaft. Rather than softening at all after his eruption, Ailen found himself staying absolutely hard as a rock, and a strange, tingling tightness starting to creep into his shaft.

The tingling sensation wasn't at all unpleasant. If anything, it only seemed to heighten the pleasure from the fox's maw, which was now eagerly bobbing up and down along his shaft. One of Ailen's paws moved to the back of his host's head, using it for leverage while he bucked back up against that warm, wet muzzle. Despite what he'd already lost, Ailen's cock still filled most of the fox's maw, and he could feel it touching the back of his mouth with each gulp. Ailen raised his other paw, as though unsure of what to do with it, then looked down at his chest...

His pectorals looked extremely swollen, pushed out much further from his chest than he was used too. He'd only rarely seen warriors with such large pecs; he must truly be powerful now! If he squinted, they looked almost like... No, that couldn't be. Still, the fox's attentions to them had felt fantastic earlier, so why not indulge? He gently cupped both of his swollen pecs in his paws, squeezing them and using his fingers to pinch and roll his tender nipples.

The feeling almost took Ailen's breath away. That electric sensation once again ran straight from his chest to his cock, making it practically leap in the fox's maw. This time, the feeling seemed to concentrate not just in his shaft, but also right behind his balls, forming a warmth that was unusual but not unwelcome. Almost unbidden, Ailen continued to squeeze and knead at his chest, a quiet whimper building up in his throat. The pleasure was so intense, he barely even noticed that the flesh of his chest had continued to expand into his paws with each grope, or that his hefty shaft was no longer bumping against the fox's throat when he bucked his hips up.

"FFFUUUCCCCKKK!!" Ailen howled out, craning his head back in a half moan, half howl.

Despite having just cum, Ailen's second orgasm hit him even more intensely than the first. He could feel his balls drawing up tight to his body, ropes of cum absolutely filling the fox's muzzle. Even as he came, it felt like the pleasure wouldn't stop growing. Each lap of the fox's tongue brought another spurt of seed, and, with each spurt, his shaft seemed to grow more blindingly sensitive. And yet, with each slurp, there seemed to be less and less for the fox to lick.

Unbeknownst to Ailen, it wasn't just cum he was shooting into the kitsune's hungry muzzle. The vulpine magician was consuming his essence in both a figurative and a literal sense. As his toes curled and his paws trembled, Ailen's shoulders and waist narrowed down. Some of his excess bulk and muscle melted off from his arms and legs, while his hips and butt grew out to child-bearing proportions. Finally, his Adam's apple shrunk away, making his moaning howl slowly rise in pitch as his orgasm tapered off.

"Fuck?" Nine quipped as he finally pulled his muzzle off of what remained of Ailen's cock. He eyed the wolf up, giving him a playful grin. "I don't think you're quite ready for that yet my dear, but soon."

It was only then that Ailen finally came down from his orgasmic high long enough to look down and see the changes to his body - if it could really be called "his" body anymore. A pair of heavy D cup breasts appropriate for his large frame hung from his chest, and, though he was still quite powerful looking, he had a set of curves that would've been the envy of any of the village girls. The most striking changes, however, had come to his lupine pride.

Formerly, Ailen's hefty ten inch pupmaker had been the envy of almost any male in the tribe. Now, he could barely see it poking out from between his legs. He wagered it couldn't have been more than four inches long, and not even as thick as his thumb. More embarrassingly, his sheath didn't seem to have changed much, leaving it feeling loose and open around what was left of his manhood. Ailen couldn't even see his balls without craning his head forward, but he could feel the tiny, grape-sized orbs pulled up tight against his body. His sensitive nose even picked up something else - a decidedly feminine, needy, lupine smell... and it was coming from him.

"Wha... what did you do?!" Ailen squeaked out, surprised by just how much higher in pitch his own voice sounded.

"You wanted fertility, and the ability to have cubs." The fox nestled between his legs replied, quirking his head to the side curiously. "That is what I have given you. Well... Soon, we still need to get rid of this." Nine grinned a little, rubbing one of his fingers along Ailen's tiny shaft.

Ailen took in a sharp gasp at the finger's touch. What was left of his cock felt insanely good - like all the nerves along his shaft were concentrated down into those remaining inches.

"This..." the wolf started, not sure how to respond. This wasn't what he wanted, was it? ...Was it?

Though it wasn't what Ailen had come for, he had to admit the idea had a certain appeal to it. Though he found girls attractive, he preferred when he was underneath another male more than when he bedded them. And when he watched the tribe's girls, there was always a certain envy he couldn't put words to... A soul deep-longing that never made sense.

Ailen's mind drifted back to the tribe, or more specifically, to Steel. They'd enjoyed each other's company on more than a few occasions, and on some of those, Ailen's mind had wandered to what it would be like to actually bear the other warrior's puppies. He'd even shared those hidden desires with Steel, and although the other wolf was sympathetic, that was simply something that couldn't be done. While nothing stopped them from being lovers, they were both expected to continue their family line, and there would always be that line between them.

"Ah, I see." Nine said, interrupting Ailen's daydream. "I must've made a mistake in interpreting your wishes. That's fine, we can still reverse this. I'll just..."

"No." Ailen said firmly, taking a deep breath and cementing his decision. "Do not reverse. I want it."

"Ah, fantastic!" The kitsune's face broke into a wide grin, both of his paws rubbing over Ailen's thicker hips. "Well, just one small problem to deal with then..."

Ailen was totally unprepared for the fox to lunge back in between his legs and engulf his sensitive length again. The other canine's tongue slathered over every inch of what remained of his pride, but didn't stop there. That slick appendage pressed past Ailen's little dick and into his sheath, covering the walls in eager, frenzied slurps.

The wolf couldn't help but crane his head back and let out an incredibly feminine sounding moan. It felt like Nine's tongue was reshaping the inside of his sheath, sculpting it, pushing that tunnel deeper into his body. Ailen was under no illusion as to what his vulpine host was creating, but it felt incredible.

One of Ailen's paws went to the back of Nine's head as he bucked weakly against the other canine's maw. His other paw shakily came back up to his chest... her chest? That was going to take some getting used to, but Ailen's chest was unmistakable feminine now, even if he was still thinking of himself as a male. Ailen gingerly took one of his breasts again, squeezing, rolling, and kneading at the soft flesh, sending those warm tingling sensations racing down to his crotch again. This time, the almost electric feeling was deeper, running all the way from the tip of his tiny dick to the depths the fox's tongue was exploring.

The barrage of pleasure didn't take long to rapidly bring Ailen to his third climax of the evening. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, Ailen knew that this was it. If he let the fox bring him over the edge, there was no going back - this was the last orgasm he would ever have as a male...

And he didn't care.

Ailen's muzzle opened in a high pitched howl of bliss that echoed through the halls. He bucked his hips forward one last time as what was left of his manhood erupted into the fox's maw. He could feel the little remnant of a dick getting smaller and smaller with each pulse, until it barely poked out at the top of the new cleft his sheath was becoming. Ailen felt a tug underneath his disappearing dick, his orbs slipping inside of him one after the other with a bizarrely pleasurable sensation while his sack deflated and disappeared completely. He could feel both of them sliding deep within him, being repurposed to something far more useful - they might not have been able to create pups before, but that wouldn't be a problem anymore.

Despite cumming, Ailen's body still felt horny, almost overwhelmingly so. He - no, definitely she now - felt the fox's muzzle still huffing and slurping between her legs, now lapping over a pair of puffy, swollen lips and the hyper-sensitive clit that had been her cock moments before. One twitch of her powerful nose immediately told Ailen what was going on. She would recognize the scent anywhere - she was going into heat.

As though reading her thoughts, Nine pulled his muzzle away from her sodden snatch, licking his lips happily. "Mmm, sorry my dear, but it IS that time of year still. And your body has a lot of catching up to do on the season. Though, if you'd like..." The kitsune stood up, shucking his silken robe and tossing it behind him, "... I could help with that."

Though the fox was much smaller than Ailen, even after her slight loss of height, Nine's body was immaculate. His build wasn't quite that of a wolfen warrior, but still had an appealing light muscle tone covered with gorgeous silky white fur. Of course, what drew Ailen's eye the most was the impressive red canine shaft throbbing between the kitsune's legs. It looked not unlike her own - at least, what she used to have - and she could feel her new pussy already dripping in anticipation.

"Yes, yes, YES!" Ailen panted out, adjusting her position on the couch and spreading her legs to give the fox easier access. The need within her already felt unbearable - how did Naira deal with this during the mating season?!

"As you wish." Nine answered, wearing the most suave smirk he could muster. He approached, resting his paws on Ailen's shoulders and sawing his shaft along her wet lips.

"Stop teasing and just fuck me!" Ailen practically growled, lunging forward and snapping at Nine's muzzle. The fox yelped sheepishly, folding his ears down and grinning. He reached down and lined his shaft up, pushing forward and sinking the first couple of inches into Ailen's eager, virginal depths.

Ailen had experienced Steel under her tail before, but the feeling of Nine's shaft sliding past her slick new walls was entirely alien, new, and wonderful. As a male the pleasure had largely come from pressing against her prostate, but now it felt like every inch of her pussy was dancing with pinpricks of pleasure as the fox pushed inwards. She could feel every twitch and throb along the kitsune's length, and they made her crave more.

Although Nine was pushing in slowly, being mindful of her virginity, it was far too slowly for the emptiness Ailen was feeling. Given her slickness and how much larger she was than the fox, she felt more than ready. Both her paws grabbed the fox's rump, pulling him forward against her until she felt his knot kissing her lips, finally bringing her the sense of fullness she desired. She groaned happily, her tail spasming along the couch as she savored the feeling of him lodged deep within her.

Nine yelped at the sudden yank, but the sound quickly faded into a blissful moan as the rest of his shaft vanished into Ailen. His muzzle opened in an eager pant, unable to resist teasing her, "Mmmph... eager girl, aren't you?"

A quick growl from Ailen silenced Nine again, and he instead focused on pulling back and starting a slow, sensual rhythm thrusting into her. The mischievous vulpine also seemed to have realized something else their height difference was perfect for. Ailen gasped as the fox's muzzle wrapped around one of her nipples again, suckling and licking over the tender flesh. The kitsune's tongue had felt good the first time, but this was something else entirely. She felt that buzzing current of heat rush through her again - focused no longer in her cock, but all of her pussy, seemingly heightening the sensations of the shaft plowing into her.

One of Ailen's paws went to the back of Nine's head, gripping and digging in against his ears, encouraging that wonderful vulpine muzzle to continue. The other paw moved to grip the kitsune's rump to provide leverage, as the heat stricken wolfess pushed herself back against his thrusts. The slow, sensual pace of their motions quickly devolved into quick, rough, animalistic fucking, with the fox's hefty knot pressing against Ailen's lips and begging for entrance with each push.

Each slam into Ailen was causing that heat that had grown within her gut to get stronger and stronger. She couldn't wait any longer. Both of her paws grabbed the kitsune's plush ass and, just as his knot kissed her dripping lips, pulled tight and forced that knot past them into her. The she-wolf's vision practically exploded with stars, heat and pressure boiling over and racing through her body, making her paws clench and tense. Her head craned back, a triumphant howl erupting from her throat while her first feminine orgasm roared through her.

The sensation of her pussy spasming and clenching around his cock appeared to be too much for Nine, and a second later he joined her, yipping happily as his cock throbbed, pulsed, and erupted within her. Ailen could feel each pulse along her walls and each gout of hot liquid essence filling her, seeking her womb. Her mind swam and danced at the idea - the thought of her stomach swelling with puppies, of nursing them on her new teats. Something she had considered impossible earlier that same day. The very idea made her pant and squirm.

For Ailen, it felt like it took ages for the both of their orgasms to taper off. She still felt warmth in her gut, but now it was less from being in heat and more from the seed of the handsome fox still knotted within her. She glanced down, moving one paw curiously down to her stomach.

"Oh don't worry about that..." Nine said with a bit of a panting yawn, seemingly snapped out of his own post-orgasmic reverie.

"You're not going to get pregnant from me, I made sure of that. I imagine you'll have quite a few other lupine warriors back home waiting for that opportunity," the fox added with a sly wink.

"At least one", Ailen mumbled. She could feel her cheeks go flush with that, thankfully hidden under her dark brown fur. She wouldn't have been opposed to the idea, but she was still glad the fox had the foresight hold off.

"So... Now what?" Ailen said simply, looking down at her gut and feeling the fox's fullness inside of her.

Nine raised his paws and clapped a couple of times. Moments later, the spotted gnollish disciple from earlier appeared in the doorway carrying Ailen's cloak and gear. Ailen's face flushed hotter, realizing the gnoll had seen her male body almost nude only hours ago. Though, why should she be embarrassed? She was still damn hot, maybe even hotter than before! The hyena-like disciple seemed to agree, giving her an approving once over, as though sizing her up for a round two.

"You can take your gear and go anytime you want. We had your cloak and armor tailored just a bit for your ah... new proportions. And included a chest covering, of course. It's a shame to hide perfect breasts, but it is far more convenient to not have them bouncing around when you're running or hunting."

Without warning, Nine pulled his deflating knot out of Ailen, causing her to jump and yelp in surprise. She could feel a trail of their mixed fluids running down from her cunt, staining the couch below. Feeling embarrassed, she pressed her legs together, instinctively trying to hide it from the watching gnoll-girl.

"Of course, there's a storm brewing right now. You're welcome to stay with us until it passes and make your way back down the mountain in the morning."

One of Nine's pawed moved down, stroking his half-hard cock as he grinned toothily at Ailen.

"I can think of a few activities we could do to pass the time."

Ailen looked between him and the powerful gnoll woman who had joined them, and immediately felt the heat within her belly starting to return. Her tail slowly started to wag as her own muzzle joined in the fox's in an infectious grin.

"I can wait..."