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The temple of the Iron Wind's Gate was seen as a magnificent structure despite its relatively small size. Set at the top of the most reachable slope of a far taller mountain, overlooking the attached town from a steep flight of stairs carved from the rocks themselves, with mist clinging to the slopes halfway up and ringing around, it should have been a foreboding place. Narrow stone walls- More ornemental than functional, though one risked death if they tried to go around it by the steeps lopes they were set upon- Boxed it off from general viewing and the general populace, though the tall, simple wooden gates were rarely shut at any time except for night.

Stepping through them, and one would immediately notice a far taller, far thicker wall made from actual carved bricks to the left, over the top of which was shrouded by fog, and the gate attached to it gray wood planks each as wide as a tree trunk, banded in iron and barred off with locked metal poles. It was foreboding, and had the effect on post people of either drawing their eyes from or forcing their eyes to the rest of the space; A far more comfortable environment, looking every bit the temple garden that most pilgrims and travelers would come to expect, that the villagers at the bottom would have come accustomed to. Clean grassy lawn stretched from, flowers and clovers and other friendly weeds growing freely, but seemingly cultivated to give it all trimmed and proper look. Vegetables and flowers grew along the edges of the walls, planted wherever the soil and sun would optimize their growth, and a small rice patty filtered the water bubbling from a small spring to the right of the front gate. Stone walkways, cobbled granite and slate edged by marble bricks, led a path through the grass, curving gently to the left and merging with the temple's plaza, a small space where a statute that vague resembled some monstrous dragonous thing- Too pitted and worn away to make out finer details- Stood in front of an altar box, where prayers and offerings could be made. That stood between two flights of temple steps, each angled off to the side to give the statue space, a white wood stained red forming the decking, while a darker wood made the supports that elevated the entire temple a full three feet from the ground, the space beneath dark and full of cleared, packed dirt or more wooden supports. The decking surrounded the temple, nearly the full length of a person from the front, though it narrowed down to scarcely three feet along the sides and back, the walls made from various pieces of cut wood that were all fitted together to form patterns that looked like a colorful carving of mountains and forests and rivers and wastes, each scene different than its neighbors, broken up by thick pillars made from more painted red wood. The roof had tiled shingles, but a shallow slope, opening up in a box in the center that served as a platform to be reached from ladders within, though none outside of the temple's caretaker knew the reason for it.

It was an old place, weathered yet well maintained, and while none could say what its purpose was- It had always been there. Had always had a place in the hearts of adventurers and worshippers alike. And the village accepted it- And the cantankerous old Delphox that guarded it- As just something that stood their village apart. The tourists it brought were certainly worth the old man's temper- And that in the few times some threat had come upon the village- Namely an incident with some common bandits- He'd gone and dealt with the problem before a letter to the Guild could be sent. None knew exactly what happened, but the all had seen the pillar of fire that came from the bandit's camp in the night. Had seen him strolling through town muttering to himself about walking the stairs in the dark. Had heard of the utter charring of the location, of the heat that still radiated from it even in the morning, like some meteor had fallen- And none had heard of the bandits ever again. It didn't hurt that his granddaughter had caught many an eye in the year or so since her evolution.

Elis had much sympathy from the parents of the village people. The fennekin- Now braixen- was scarcely to be seen outside of the temple's walls, and the few times anyone had managed, they'd also see the Delphox shortly after, making a fuss about his granddaughter running free or hauling her back up the steps, sometimes quite literally carrying her in his arms. None could really fault him for it- His son and daughter-in-law, her parents, had been killed by a madman some years ago as they ventured out on a ceremony of their own, not even a day's walk out of town. Even before that, the old man had been strict about his family, insisting they abide by the rules of the caretakers, but after, to call him overprotective would be an understatement. She was just not allowed outside. Nobody could say if it was so he'd have an heir for the temple, or just to protect the last of his family.

All thought that she was a darling girl, though some of the fires they'd seen in the night made them frightened about just how strong she was- There were almost always two distinct sets of flames when they were visible, and one was scarcely smaller than the other. Frightened, because of just how careless, or clueless, she seemed to be. Tripping over this and that just because she didn't seem to notice it was there. Staring at common objects like they were a mystery, and upsetting more than one person when touching it caused something to fall and break. When she was caught, it was because she'd never bothered to hide, or even seemed to know it was an option- Standing out in the open when potential friends scattered at her grandfather's raging shouts, looking as confused as to why they'd left as the older fox's presence. Most attributed it to a lack of proper socialization, and the adults had long since started taking special care when she was about, sometimes going so far as to herd her away to further enjoy some special festive night before her Grandfather came and spoiled it all.

Elis was also the reason for the Temple's most recent uptick in patrons, though her Grandfather would be loath to admit it. The reason why was simple- She'd started dancing. Quietly at first, trying to hide it from the Delphox's scrutiny, but when it had been found out by some of the village folk he was even denying her that, while she still stood on the temple's grounds, many of women had banded together and demanded her let her, enough that even he had to back down.

She wouldn't perform for others while he was around, but every time he walked down the steps, a small group- Mostly younger lads- Would trickle on past him so as to not miss her steps. It always seemed random, when she'd stop and start after he was gone, but it was almost guaranteed to happen, and few wanted to miss it anymore, if only so they could brag about the number of times they'd watched her dance, rare as it was for the old man to leave. Few travelers knew yet, but the boys were polite enough to understand they couldn't enter temple grounds without some sort of offering, and while the spare bits of money or trinkets or tasty morsels of food they had lying around weren't much, they added up quickly through sheer volume.

Yarran heard of most of this as he cast illusions for the village youths to play with, the Zoroark careful not to make any of them too frightening. The rest came from a passing adult who'd been of several electing to keep an eye on the stranger dark type, though most found it delightful he was having such a good time with the kids. It was a peaceful place, especially with their protector on the hill, and with his clean fur and rugged good looks, plain enough save for the leather straps that held several bags of goods along his sides and back. Hunkered down into a casual squat, leaning his back against the side of one of the stone-foundation homes, the only thing out of the ordinary was that the number of children was exactly doubled, and they were all squabbling in the middle of the street. At worst he'd come off as a dashing adventurer passing through their sleepy town. Or so he figured. They didn't seem to mind his presence, and he had fun watching the kids try and fight copies of themselves, so it all worked out in the end. Some of them were even doing a good job- An eevee and a grovyle were doing both particularly well, able to 'fend off' their own illusions, and help the other kids with the rest before he remade them again. They even seemed to be learning, though they couldn't make contact with the figures.

A part of him was beginning to wonder if he should speak to their parents about Guild training. The grovyle at least seemed old enough, and the eevee had talent. But then a child's cry from the stairs came, and while a few of the adults passed over- One of the younger men stepping forward with an eagerness in his eyes- It was mostly the children that took interest in a report of the old Delphox walking down the steps. None of the kids know his real name, and he hadn't interacted with an adult long enough to ask, but after hearing them go on about her dancing for nearly three times longer than any other topic, and seeing the acute interest in the older youth's eyes, he had to see what the fuss was about. A lopunny shot a disapproving look as she went on weaving something, but he pretended not to see it, joining the small crowd up the many steps. It was a very tedious walk, but his legs were strong, and he had patience enough to help the smaller children up the steep steps, letting them grip his claws as he pulled them up nearly half a dozen at a time, sweeping his arm upwards and forwards as they gripped.

It meant it took him nearly twenty minutes to reach the top, but the group got there together, and far faster than the smaller children would have alone. His eyes flickered towards the gate on the left, and an itch to know what lay beyond it and up the mountain started through him. He stifled it though, tore his eyes away from the gate, towards the kneeling 'mon offering whatever sorts of prayers they would to the strange statue. All were dressed for travel, if they were dressed at all, and Yarran was sure they were all outsiders like him.

No, the villagers were to the right, gathered around the far back corner of the temple's deck along the corner. Three more youths, though old enough he wasn't certain he could properly call them children any longer. Certainly older than the eevee or grovyle, but those two were already looking far more capable in his eyes. A few adults stood around too, their dress marking them as more outsiders, all staring up at a young Braixen standing almost at the center corner.Yarran could see why she had such a broad appeal immediately- Her fluffy figure aside, the intensity of the dance aside, she was completely bare. The vixen was gorgeous, a perfect combination of sleek and plump, and her fur was so long and lush that she made him feel ragged. He was clean, but she was brushed and trimmed 'till not a hair lay out of place, and it seemed that those tufted hairs shimmered in the shaded light all on their own. A bucket was cast off to the grass down beside her, beside a reddish pile of fabric that was presumably her clothes, the wooden deck and corner pillar looking wet, like she'd splashed it with water. The reason why was obvious enough- The braixen was on fire in a most literal sense!

It was hard to tell what was fur and what was flame, there was simply so much of both. It rolled off her body like brilliant streamers, trailing behind and leaving transparent wisps of red streaked with blue that dissolved behind her as if fading from sight. The movements seemed simple at a casual glance, but the way her body rippled as she made them, the angles at which her feet crossed together or the smoothness of which she spun around, they were hardly normal. Steam was rising from the slatted wood around her, little billowing wisps striking up wherever she stepped, then scattering from the heat of the rest of her body.

It was a simple dance. Step, cross the legs, step again with a turn, but her paws never left the edge of the deck. From side to side she moved, straddling the corner and edge, always on the verge of slipping off and even swaying her body to an incredible degree over the grass, but she was clearly never in danger of falling off. Some of the older folk, they were smiling, just enjoying the scene for what it was. Some of the younger... Well, they were interested in far less wholesome things. At the angle at which they sat- Some of the shorter lads not even needing to sit- They could just lean in and stare directly at her crotch, and did so openly. Her fire-type nature left her mostly dry, but there was little denying the heat she was in- It was plain to any that had any familiarity with the anatomy of any canine girl, and whenever she crossed and bent in, that bushy tail of hers rose, belaying any protection to her modesty it might have offered. The thick black lips sprouted right from beneath her fur, coming up almost squarely from between her thighs. A fine fuzz covered them over, but it wasn't enough to cover even the tiny wrinkles and creases that webbed across the matte mound. It was just soft... The skin creased against itself with her movements, twisting and mashing about, the entire surface quivering slightly as if putting on a little dance of its own. A few flashes of a rich and glistening red here or there, signaling just how tight she was when it only came at the most prominent bends- And again how soft she had to be that it would open up at all. One way or another, she had a very captive audience.

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Yarran didn't know how long it lasted for sure. He was one of those that sat, captivated, almost as much by the immodesty of the display as the dance that came with it. So simple, yet he was one who appreciated simplicity. Most folk began shuffling away as soon as it was over, especially the youngest of those that came with him, frightened by the prospect of the Delphox catching them he was sure, and those that lingered did so at a distance. He stepped forward, but a graying Lopunny placed a paw on his arm and nudged him towards the walkway "She's a very shy girl" She muttered out, hardly even looking at him "Scarcely says a word to anyone, she does. You're free to try, but I doubt she has anything to say to a stranger... Poor girl has been through a lot." Yarran blinked- The words themselves seemed rude to him, but her voice was warm and friendly. It was meant as a warning, nothing more, the Lopunny nodding as he stared at her, and she walked off with what seemed to be her mate. Or maybe an elderly brother? The thought made his sheath pulse in a new sort of way. He was well and truly distracted.

She'd slipped the shrine-maiden's dress on by the time he made his way back to her, was pulling up a thin pair of panties from around her ankles, something that startled him to see- But he supposed that it shouldn't surprise him, given everything he'd heard of the older fox. She looked startled when he stepped up, her tail flagging with alarm, and he felt himself grow hot at the resulting view despite being familiar with it on so many other 'mon- Her flank was just so tender, and she was so free with showing it off. Some of the younger lads that came with him edged in, either worried about a stranger wither or emboldened now that he'd approached.

"Hey. Elis, isn't it? That was an amazing show you put on, but I was wondering if you would be fine showing me something a little more. Hands on your knees, bend in as far as you can go. Move your legs however you want, you can't bend your elbows. And you have to maintain the position" He snickered to himself, just meaning to tease the girl, but even his jaw dropped when she actually did it. Her palms flattening down over the joints, she looked down uncertainty at what she did, like trying to work out the positioning, hips slowly jutting back as she lowered down with her knees, legs doubling over themselves, then teetering back up as her entire figure wobbled, jerking, then gracefully adjusting to a more stable position. Yarran's jaw trembled, and he sucked in a delighted breath. It was a perfect presentation. He let himself crouch down behind her, all sorts of delighted sparks jolting through his mind as she didn't move more than a flinch, his breath rolling across her bare crotch, a claw slipping over the center of her suspended panties and pushing them back down. His nose nestled in, almost touching her crotch as he inhaled her fertile and mature scents so deeply, tender with youth but with a succulence of a girl in their prime. He had to force himself back up to standing, both to keep his muzzle from burying in- And because the grass felt sharp on his sagging crowning taper.

For all his kind spent skulking about, he liked others to see what he did. Boldness was always the way to go, reluctance and hesitation had never earned Yarran a thing, and he'd spent a long time earning the strength that would keep him from trouble should that boldness take things too far. Besides, she was beautiful, and a part of him almost hoped that her grandfather would discover. He didn't even spend the time to cast an illusion that would block off anyone from seeing behind him- Though that was just his voyeuristic nature in general, as much as wanting to provoke an encounter. To what extent could he hold his own against the old man's flames? Could he win? Could he even get away? The prospect of such an encounter excited him almost as much as finding out what lay on the other side of that gate, and he thought a legend must be sealed here for someone to invest as much as they had. Some great monstrosity from some ancient time.

He forced himself to focus, gripping the braixen's slender hip and gently caressing his paw down her side, stroking it up to the ribs, slipping beneath her dress as he did, stepping up behind her with an almost sultry coo touching his voice "Yes Elis, just like that, such a good girl!" His praise was akin to what he'd offer a small child, positively doting as it was, other hand grasping his swollen sheath and lifting the drooling red taper straight to her backdoor. He glanced around, not caring that the kids were watching- They didn't matter at all- but the older youths might recognize what he was doing and want to stop him. The grovlyle was red-faced, trembling like on the verge of action, but mostly it was looks of shock and horror- Or of keen interest. The eevee stared open-mouthed, and he could see as well as hear the little pants that touched the smaller male's voice.

Yarran cackled, hips rolling forward as they taper split through the Braixen's pucker, the girl stiffening and shuddering as he dragged himself forward until a couple inches were anchored firmly inside her butt, the sensation of her soft, hot muscle so intense that even with that small bit that it made him groan. Elis's head ducked down, the girl looking positively sheepish, but she said nothing, just pressed her paws to her knees and maintained stance. The grovyle finally lost his temper, bursting out with a 'You can't do that!' But the eevee quickly hushed him, and one of the other three muttered out a forceful 'Dude, shut up'. They were enrapt.

Yarran would not deny them a show, though he did wince a little at the muscular pinch she gave him from within as he tried to rock forward, enough pressure resisting him to make him grunt. He could have easily forced his way through, but that was mean, and the girl seemed to be a fair sport about it all. So instead he worked his hips back and forth, a little sway that pulled and tugged at her rim, which was pulsing uncontrollably over him now, her tensing body squeezing his taper over as he leaned forward and nuzzled along one of her ears. The gasp she made worth the extra effort all on its own as pressed his nose into her ear-tufts, let his lips spill over the thickest part and tug it, simultaneously giving it a low, deep lick that slopped out sticky saliva into the fur. "You're tensing too tightly" He affected his voice with a whisper, though he was careful to let his voice carry to the others. This was a whole performance all on its own "Try unclenching yourself. Just let me in, and I'll take it all from there"

She was trembling a little harder as he pulled his muzzle back, wearing a nasty sort of grin as he felt the muscles within her butt shudder and pulse, clenching in even harder, then relaxing, then repeating the process. He took advantage of it too his fullest, ignoring her little grunts and mousey squeaks as he worked his way inside, barely even needing to push- Just relying on the natural swell of his shaft to fill in gaps she left for him like some inside-out constrictor, the hardened length overpowering her muscles, giving her less and less room for them to work, until he was able to drag his hips forward with ease, using his grip on her hips to pull her back the last couple inches, his bunched up sheath flushed with her fur. He grinned at everyone's wondrous expression, even the Grovyle looking intently on, Elis's maw gaped open as she panted out into the air, straining over the sheer size of his penis inside of her. But she was still gripping him so tightly, and while he would normally be perfectly content on getting off just like this- They had an audience.

"There we go. Now hold still for just a minute, this'll take a second" Yarran spoke with a casual hum, like there was nothing more plain in the world, and forced his body to relax. Stroking over the small of her back at a leisurely place, drawing his left claw from her spine to her tail, lifting it up over his chest in low grooming motions, forcing his breathing down, his circulation to even. Some blood even began to drain from his cock as direct stimulation and arousal subsided despite the way her body trembled and ground over his cock- But that was fine. That was what he wanted. It had taken years to master his body like this, to develop this technique almost like a fighting style, just for this little bit of mischief that he'd be able to perform.

Pressure welling in his gut, a different kind of need for relief pressing through him, and with a heaving groan and a delightful yelp coming from Elis's lips, he released a hot jet of liquid straight into her bowels, splashing through her insides and rushing through places he hoped a shrine maiden's diet and a fire-type's body kept perfectly clean- Which seemed to be right. His cock was lodged tightly enough that nothing seemed to happen for several seconds as pressure built, then he could feel the liquid wave squirting along her passage, little pressurized bubbling jets trickling out from several angles, washing across her back thighs and rolling down his balls. A few of the onlookers gasped, the Eevee stepping forward with a squint and even he looked startled, mouth open and tail wagging, barking out "He's peeing in her!", the words bringing a few more gasps.

Yarran cackled again, and Elis whimpered softly, wearing an almost guilty look with her shoulders hunching up and ears pulling flat- He gave no time for any of them to linger, the relief that swept through him incomplete as he started to thrust, still spraying out a trickle of urine as his cock rebounded, blood rushing through almost as fast as the stream. Squelching wet coming with the motion, gushes of that yellow liquid, slopping along with a splash as he pulled out far enough that the edges of his knot squeezed through her rim, then thrust back in with a wet pop, the orbs still just barely defined at the base of his dick. In and out he moved, making her shudder each time his hips came slamming down in, making several of the onlookers shudder, more than one taper clear and visible, the scent of their arousal fueling Yarran's instinctual desire to breed.

He did not let himself tie with her for several reasons- Namely that he'd need a quick escape if things went sour. Cum slopped out with urine as he released hot jets through her tight, messy hole, not caring when or how he released them. Her fur was matted along the back of her legs, along her belly and inner thighs were it drippled and soaked in, and he did not mind one bit. He was surprised by how still Elis was- She seemed to be taking his order of 'Bend over, be still, and be quite' very seriously, jaw clenched and trembling as she forced herself to stare straight ahead, tail bobbing and wavering every few seconds. He was not so silent, giving little snarls and grunts as he took his pleasure, mouth hanging open and tongue lolling free, leaking saliva across her back. This was fun, and he wasn't sure if he was enjoying her or the other's watching him more. The eldest of the lads was already stroking himself full-mast, while the eevee danced on his paws, half-squatting like he wanted to hump the grass and half lifting himself up so his half-masted cock wouldn't drag across the blades. His smaller jaw was quivering, eyes almost bulging as he stared forward, pre welling from that reddish tip, cock swelling to an almost purple color with its desire and exposure to air.

Yarran wasn't finished yet by far, but he knew the little eevee was going to explode if he didn't get the chance, and as fun as that might be in its own way, with the move he demonstrated before, the poor lad deserved more. He pulled free of Elis's butt with a slurping pop, so sudden that everyone jolted, including himself. The shock of going from such damp, tender innards to the cool of fresh mountain air enough to make anyone tremble, but the Zoroark forced himself to ignore it while he patted Elis's rump, leaning in to whisper "Stay just like that" into her ear, and then went and scooped up the Eevee with both paws, one under either armpit, envious and shocked looks abound as he carried the flailing lad over and perched him over Elis's butt! Cupping his hips while guiding the smaller lad's cock down- Past her leaking butthole, and slid him into her crotch. The eevee's paws clenched into Elis's backside, his hinds kicking frantically through the air, or caught on her calves for a few thrusts as he worked himself rapidly through. Yarran grinned viciously, little jets of his seed striking over the braixen's foot as they squirted from his hanging cock.

It wasn't long before wet squelches came from between eevee and fox. The lad didn't know how to hold himself back, and with Yarran's hand propping him up, there was no trouble keeping his knot lodged up inside of her. His seed flowing through her heated canal, wicked thoughts of Elis coming with egg dancing through the dark-types head even before the Grovyle croaked out how he wanted to be next. Elis was staring back at everything that was happening, her tail angled off to the side, expression like she was watching something shocking that had nothing to do with herself. Her muzzle was open though, the fur along her cheeks rose, and her tongue lolled as she gave subtle pants- She was enjoying it as much as anyone else.

"I'm sure that our star performer won't be done until everyone is satisfied, right girl?" Yarran slid his paw from the Eeevee's rump, letting him sag until the knot started to tug at her quivering lips, making the flesh and fur bulge out, and his paws wrapped around the base of her tail to grip extra hard, thighs clenching in until it was sure he wouldn't slip away. Face all scrunched up- He was surely releasing wave after wave of seed into that fertile belly. Stepping along Elis's side, petting along her belly and towards her ribs, he wrapped his claws around the scruff of her neck before she could answer, though her tail wagged with agreement. The girl grunting as he clenched those claws in, the expression of the onlookers growing more intense, and he blotted out the vision of the children with an illusion caused by a claw snap before the lecherous activity truly began, much to their disappointed whines. Mating was one thing in pokemon life, even if it was with a butt. Degeneracy entirely something else, though he didn't seem to care either that some smaller heads were poking in through the illusion to retain their view. He'd already moved on to something else.

His shaft swirled against Elis's whiskers as the Grovyle fought with the knotted eevee for space behind the Fox's rear. Grinding into her fur, making her wince as the upturned taper spit more seed that flowed over to dribble over her face. Grinding up and down until the fur became somewhat saturated with seed, he waited until he was certain she was just about to speak to quickly angle his cocktip down and choke off her words, his taper splitting through her jaws and driving down into her throat with one quick motion, not giving her any time to adjust anything but those wide eyes as he buried himself downwards, knot grinding into the cleft of her lips. He cradled her face with his one paw, cupping at her chin, and stroking her ears in the same motions, her eyes worried and a little bit frightening, but her tongue worked carelessly along the broad curves of his cock, wiping it clean and swallowing every drop of seed that leaked free. "A good girl always cleans up the mess she helps make..." He murmured, staring down into her eyes before glancing up to see how the other two were coming along. A few of the other lads had gathered up a few feet behind them, but by the open mouthed stare on the Grovyle's face, and the way the Eevee's hips pumped, they'd either gotten to sharing the same hole, or the grovyle had slipped into the fox's rear- Her tail was too thick for him to make it out for sure. Either way, they seemed to be doing well, though Elis was wavering from the intensity of it all, starting to swallow more heavily as he dropped his cock down her throat. She was such a good girl... He really might have to take her with him.

But he had to see what was beyond that second gate. He could spend hours with that muzzle, but he had to see before the grandfather returned. He sighed regretfully as he pulled away, Elis coughing some as he pulled back out, gagging and letting strands of his cum leak out as she threw a paw to her throat. He stroked her gently, whispering a murmur of an apology as he touched his muzzle down to one of her ears "Sorry. Make sure to drink some water, OK? It'll feel a lot better" He whispered softly, then raised his voice "Alright lads! Make sure to share. Everyone should get their turn. Only use the muzzle if you've already had a turn at the tail, or you're willing to go last. If you want to go again, make sure everyone else has had a chance." He nodded down to Elis, who looked up to him with big eyes, and he scitched her chin, adoring the way her eyes crinkled up "Don't worry. You'll be alright, these boys seem like a gentle lot to me. Oh, someone bring her some water too. As much as she needs!" ...He snickered to himself as he walked away, the spell of their silence broken, as they started to babble and argue about who would be next, the girl's form swarmed with fuzzy bodies, her yelps sounding more startled than upset.