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I blink awake to the sounds of music and talking from below me. Quickly rousing myself, I peep through several thin slits carved into the mortar between bricks, able to look into the office beyond. I'm inside a little tunnel, a remnant of the castle's older history. It belongs currently to a certain Count Ferrick, unsurprisingly an owner of upwards of thirty prolific iron mines, but it's at least a thousand years old and there's been so many renovations in that time it's full of spots to hide.

This chamber was closed off, but I carefully chiseled away old mortar and deconstructed a small part of a wall in an old storage room adjacent to the tunnel, giving me easy access. After scoping out the area disguised as a servant I may or may not have tied up and gagged in his own bedroom, I had planned to just break into the office through the wall, given the door is made of heavy oak and steel, but instead I found this place.

It's just as well, giving me time to see where Ferrick might put his vault key. I already managed to get my fingers inside his quarters, but aside from jewelry, fine silver cups, booze, and a thousand other things I would filch in a heartbeat on any other job, there was no key. Unfortunately for me, Ferrick styles himself a self-taught mage and his vault door is magically sealed as such, and neither I nor Naeoth can pick a runic slab of stone.

But with Ferrick busy hosting a party, ball, whatever is going on down there, I can begin work chipping away the bricks to his office. It takes the better part of a few hours to get the old stone freed in such a way I can stack them back up with no one the wiser without closer inspection, and I let myself into the stately room. There's a gorgeous red trimmed rug depicting a forest scene along the floor, a fireplace built into the wall with an armchair nearby.

The desk is large and made of hardwood, neatly organized with papers stacked on top alongside an assortment of writing materials. Shining, exotic blades and a few paintings of more landscapes adorn the walls. There are a few bookshelves for scrolls and ledgers, but it looks to be an area dedicated to managing Ferrick's affairs rather than relaxation or reading.

I immediately set to work rifling through his desk, careful to touch nothing I don't have to lest I not set it back in the proper place afterwards. Ink and more papers, along with a signet ring and a bag of silver coins probably meant to pay couriers, are among the things inside but nothing is magically charged enough to be what I'm looking for.

I check the items on the desk to make sure I've missed nothing, maneuvering around it to the other side so I don't tip anything over by reaching for another item. With my back facing the door, I hear a light click and the entryway swings open on superbly quiet hinges as a young man enters the room, his nose quickly going red as he sees me. I sleep naked and didn't bother to reclothe, thinking I was unable to be found here anyways, and we share a glance before he quickly steps inside and shuts the door.

"Gliff, I know you like doing risqué things... but this is my father's office!" He cries in a low voice.

I bleached my fur to a gold tone like the servant and we share a similar body type, so it's no surprise he mistook me for Gliff, but I didn't expect to be so lucky today to find out Ferrick's son has a relationship with one of the help. Taking the situation in stride, I shrug and grin, beckoning with a finger to come closer as I hop up on the desk and casually push aside everything on top.

With luscious chestnut fur and bright hazel eyes, his visage is distinctly vulpine with a long muzzle and a thin body draped in a surprisingly minimalistic shirt and trousers for the son of a wealthy merchant. The party is in full swing below us, even the orchestra's string instruments reaching our ears from here.

"No, nonono! This is cute and funny, but my father will throw you out on your face into the mud!" He gasps, quickly striding up and pulling me up into a standing position. "Uh, er..."

He trails off before finding a cloak set on a chair nearby and quickly draping it over me, ushering me out of the room before he stops and remembers what he actually came for as he pauses to pull a book off a shelf. Opening it, he then looks to me, closes it, and stuffs it into his pants. Pushing open the door, he double checks the hallways before pulling me out, locking the door, and I am led by my hand to his quarters where he locks the door.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he drops into a chair and takes a moment to put his face into his hands. "Please... don't ever do that again."

I know nothing of Gliff or his personality, so I don't open my mouth and instead strut forward to sit down in his lap, straddling him against the chair.

"S-still?" He stammers, chuckling a little as he places two hands on my sides. "What's gotten into you, you crazy cat? I don't think there's ever been a moment where I wasn't the one getting bent over."

Gliff's the dominant one, then. Makes enough sense now that I think about it. Running his fingers up my belly fluff, he freezes as his hands rest upon my chest. Blinking, he looks me in the eyes as alarm is written across his face.

"You're not Gliff..." He breathes.

"No," I admit, putting a claw to his throat. "But I have him tucked away right now. I take it you'd like him back and for this whole thing to not be discovered, yes?"

"That is... preferable," He says, taking measured, slow breaths to control his racing heart.

"Excellent. I need the key to the vault below the castle. Where is it?"

"If it's gold you're looking for, our funds are in the banks almost exclusively. And there's nothing down there you can just up and fence, you know."

"I still want inside, nonetheless. Are you going to help me, or will I have to dispose of Gliff, eh?"

"You won't get away with that!"

"Oh, I know that expressly. I'd just do it out of spite."

Having calmed down, he looks at me with more resolve than I expected of a noble fop and shakes his head. "I can't let you have what's in the vault. Not on my life or my lover's."

Great. I just had to come across the one selfless aristocrat in this bloody kingdom, it seems.

"Well, that certainly brings us to an impasse," I remark.

"Not really," He growls, narrowing his eyes.

Hiedkin, get away from him! I hear Naeoth in the back of my mind.

I jump out of the chair as a jolt goes through my tail, and I stumble as the feeling goes out of my tail. I can't move it and I look over my shoulder to see it turning to stone, racing up the fur and flesh.

Break it before it reaches your back!

There's only one thing that can mean and I spin, ramming my weight into the wall and smashing the stony appendage to dust. Pain rips through my spine as I gasp, hitting the floor while warm blood runs down my back from the wound. The pain is incredible, a raw piercing sensation at the base of where my tail used to be along with a sense of phantom pain. Running to the door, the young man flings it open and yells "Guards!".

"Clever boy," I grunt, trying to stand but doubling over as the pain increases a hundredfold with movement.

"I'd be a fool not to pick a thing or two up from my father," He frowns, two large wolven guards in ornate leather jerkins quickly barging through the door with maces and shields in hand.

"We're here, Gideor!" One says.

"I just wish you didn't make this necessary..." I cringe as goo flows up my throat.

"Make wha-AH-"

I spit out a large glob that goes sliding across the floor and quickly worms its way up and around the young noble's leg before delving into the back of his pants and straight into the tailhole beyond. His fluster returns with a vengeance as his legs give out under him, more goo dripping from my jaws. One guard drops their weapon to catch him as the other comes swinging down on me, only for his arm to be stopped by the sudden appearance of an appendage with three flaps along it.

Clamping onto his weapon arm, it yanks him to the left and right as slime rapidly pours from its unfolded mouth, flowing into his armor where he suddenly grasps his crotch. His pants tent visibly as it consolidates, the panicking man pulling them down to reveal his urethra behind distended as the dark grey fluid forces itself inside, his already big orbs swelling with the invading substance.

"F-fuck," He yelps, his partner looking up and backing away only for the door behind him to be swung shut, blocking his path.

As he reaches for the handle, it's too late as more slime quickly travels along the floor and leaps into his mouth before he can yell out a warning, muffling his cries as it slides down his throat and pulls him to the floor where more can tear away his armor. The first guard, who's fluffy balls are the size of small melons by now, simply sits down in a pleasure daze, huffing as his gear is pulled off by the sentient slime of Naeoth.

He turns his head to see his fellow's tailring being spread invitingly and happily pounces onto him with a bark, a hardened red shaft with a thick knot readily plunging inside him. The new appendage is then freed and I take a moment to feel the base of my tailbone, finding it sprouted where my tail once was.

"Nnn-nmm-hmm!" The second guard cries around the slime plugging his mouth as his partner begins to plow him without restrain, balls slapping together as the slime takes advantage of dominated guard's now undefended dick sliding against the floor, flowing inside that new hole as well. "Nnnn-ngh!"

"W-what did you do to my tail?" I mumble aloud.

He petrified it. I replaced it, for now. Naeoth answers, the new appendage folding its mouth closed and reaching down now that the immediate danger is indisposed, gently stroking down my back.

I'm not in the mood to argue, the pain now entirely gone, though it is a bit unsettling to have no control over its movement yet feel everything it does.

Focus. You see the poor, needy toy over there? Wrap him around your finger. That will make this far easier, I suspect.

Shaking my head and collecting the wits therein, I spot Gideor sitting against the wall, clothless and writhing as the goo pinning him there is slowly and heavily pumping in and out of his rump.

"Nnnmm~" He hums through the tendril of slime wrapped around his muzzle.

His tail lashes around as he tries and fails to push the slime deeper and farther while the aphrodisiac that is Naeoth rages through his blood. Finding myself suddenly worn out from the sudden splurge of goo from eating my reserves but otherwise fine, I crawl over to Gideor and nuzzle up against him. By now he's just a puppy and hugs himself to me as his restraints relent, chittering against my chest and whining needily.

Helpfully, the new tail wraps around his waist and lifts him up so I might properly deposit the horny fox into my lap where my quickly hardening shaft rubs against his cheeks. He squirms in my grasps and hops a little, drawing a suppressed gasp from my lungs as he slams himself down to the hilt on my barbed penis. With a happy purr, he switches to sitting on his knees and begins pistoning his hips against mine. It would appear Gliff has his hand a lot fuller than the average lover as Gideor quickly picks up the pace, his tailhole clamping down live a vice and making a tight, sucking grip while continuing to smash my dick against his prostate again and again like a docked ship in a raging storm.

"H-ho fuck," I stammer, unused to this much stimulation at once and my tail, thankfully, forcing him to slow down.

Who's dominating who, I wonder... Naeoth chuckles.

Not even a meter away, the two rutting guards cry out in a shared climax as the mounted one feels a large knot barging past his tailring where it firmly grinds across his pleasure button, unnatural amounts of cum surging along the red rocket and blasting rope after rope deep into their bowels and causing their abdomen to begin swelling outward. Letting out a rolling growl of relief, the topping one bites down on his lover's shoulder and hugs himself tightly to their back, reflexively humping into them and emptying his well stuffed balls into their belly as they too unleash several large turrents of goo-tinged wolf seed across the lovely rug padding the floor.

A thick, prehensile tendril with a distinctly sapphire color emerges from the new flowering mouth of my tail and pushes against an impatient Gideor's lips, and like a puppy given a new toy, he eagerly begins lapping and slurping along the sensitive flesh. I shudder as I feel every bit of that tongue slide across the slick rod, and I know without a doubt there is nothing but a sinful application of the organ as it slides into the noble's mouth and lets out a thick gush of precum. Almost out of lustful instinct, I begin forcefully thrusting into Gideor's tight ass from below as the tail pumps inside his mouth.

His attention now firmly captured, he's far easier to manage and bounces wonderfully in my lap. Precum bubbles along his vulpine dick's tip as he begins to whine and cry louder around the thick meat in his mouth, forcing the tail to begin pushing into his throat to keep him quiet. With a last half dozen hard thrusts that audibly slap our fluffy balls together, I bury myself inside him as far as I can while the tail bulges his throat outward.

My vision shutters and static rages through my skull as strange, mind melting pleasure rages through my tail and dick at the same time, dumping shots of cum into the submissive fox as his own dick erupts, painting me, him, and the wall with white strings as his prostate is milked for every drop while I grind against his pleasure point with my barbs. Pulling out, the tail allows him to breathe, and he gasps for breath, relaxing in the soft, fluffy coils of the appendage as it lowers him to my chest and piles on top like a blanket.

"Wwhaat just... happened?" He mumbles. "I feel so foggy."

I can tell he's trying to get a grip and remember the situation, but his intellect is not able to push past Naeoth's sway.

"Hey," I say softly, rubbing his cheek. "I need a key to the vault down below. Where is one?"

"A key to the vault? It's nothing but dusty weapons down there..." He scoffs, "Why would you possibly want archaic tchotchkes like that?"

"One of them isn't. Or maybe it is. I'm not sure, to be honest. But I need it. Where can I find a key?" I repeat.

"Ehh. Dad keeps one, but it's so easy to dupe the stupid thing if you know how. Here, let me show you!"

Getting up, he's incredibly unsteady on his feet at first and I have to help him get his clothes back on. Or I try to, before the guard pops his knot free of his partner whose gut is now severely swollen and sends cum gushing across the carpet. The previously dominant one is rolled over and finds a dick bigger than his own being crammed inside his tailhole in merciless revenge as the newfound top grunts and huffs, rutting the smaller man in his lap where he has no control of the demolishing of his hole.

The show gets Gideor acting up again despite the fact he literally just came, and I hold him in my arms while the tail goes to work with its own uncanny lust and sinks deep inside the foxy boy. Easily twice my penis size, it goes much faster this time as it is able to contort and ram straight against his prostate like a hammer on an anvil, making him twitch and jolt in my arms as he's roughly fucked to a weak climax and back to focus.

This time, I say to hell with it and throw a robe around the both of us before leaving the room, lest my own quickly weaking resolve get caught up in the antics of Gideor and the two breeding wolves. Shaking my head to at least somewhat clear it, I take a long side route and Naeoth is able to locate the guards with unnoticeable rivulets of slime, allowing me to steer around them and get to the vault doors.

Thankfully, Ferrick trusts in his own contraption enough to have not posted guards.

"Alright, can you open it for me?" I ask Gideor from where he's nuzzled into my neck.

"Y-yeah..." He replies dopily, nudely stepping out of the confines of the robe and putting a hand to the wall.

It glows underneath his fingertips and then winks out suddenly. He frowns and tries again, and then a third time before sighing under his breath.

"I can't focus," He huffs, motioning to his rock-hard shaft.

Was this much really necessary? I question Naeoth.

My part was to get you inside. The agreement was you would do the rest.

So... no.

Okay, yes_, my control has tarnished during my confinement. Now can we please find a solution?_

You can't undo this?

_ Given an hour or so, yes, but we don't have that kind of time security._

_ _"Alright," I sigh, hugging Gideor from behind and pushing him against the wall. "I'll just force you to focus, then."

Sinking my shaft inside his now much more loose rear, I begin gently thrusting into him as my tail flower, seemingly catching onto my plan, wraps its mouth around his own neglected breeding tool and firmly sucks along it, causing amber drops of syrup to begin dropping down and across his balls. A dick and a hole in one convenient package... that's certainly going to make the nights less lonely.

He melts in my grasp and allows me to firmly press him flat against the door as I bring him close to the edge.

"You're not cumming until that door opens, mister. Get to work," I order.

"W-what? How?" He cries. "You're inside me! I can't focus like this..."

Oh, not a bad idea. Let me help.

_ _The petals of the flower begin to glow blue as I suddenly feel the sensations of the flesh inside the flower.

Now, lock him up, kitty.

_ _I catch his meaning, and that seems to be good enough direction for the flower to wrap its petals firmly around his shaft in tight confines where I feel him suddenly get plugged up by a long tendril. The raw sensation is there, but none of the pleasure, and in this state, he would probably bust a nut before being allowed to climax.

"Figure it out for me, Gideor. You already know how to do it," I direct him as I continue humping into the whimpering fox.

To his credit, he gets to work, the magic fluttering and stuttering under his fingers as he makes a lame effort to do as I ask, prompting me to begin fucking him harder. He purrs and stops trying, thinking I just gave up, only to begin tensing up beneath my fingers as his orgasm is stopped dead in its tracks and his balls begin to futilely strain to empty the load that keeps refilling itself in his drugged state, leaving his poor orbs to continue swelling under such heavy stimulation.

"F-fuck!" He shudders, realizing the true extent of my threat and getting to work in earnest.

The magic fails and fails again but he keeps throwing himself at the problem as I let out a pleasured purr, humping into him through another breathtaking high as I cum inside him again, the sudden injection of warmth in his belly spurring him on even harder as I feel his heart hammering.

Finally, with a relieved cry from the fox, the door let's out a groan and the seamless surface splits into two parts that slide aside. Preparing for him to pass out, I hook my arms under his armpits as the tail allows him to pop off. I'm startled at first by the warmth gushing into the tail's mouth and it gulps it down, traveling down its length where Gideor's cream is deposited in my stomach in no small amount as he empties the entire contents of his pent-up testicles.

I count myself lucky he's not a wolf and gently lower him to the ground, the flower relinquishing his softening dick with a loud, sucking pop. I'm not sure what I expected, but beyond is a small chamber with several shelves overloaded with various gadgets, crystals, weapons, and other stuff I don't recognize, as well more hanging on the wall.

What am I looking for? I ask Naeoth.

A small box with runes; it'll be about the size of both your fists. He replies quickly.

"Small box with runes, small box with runes," I repeat under my breath in a mantra as I rapidly scan the contents of the room, the tail dripping amber fluid across the floor as I do.

What's up with the tail drooling? I say while searching a shelf.

A little venom of your own to spice up the night after we part ways.

Oh, good. You'll continue to be a pain in my ass even after I get you out of me, is what you're saying.

Yes, indeed!

"Ah!" I hum triumphantly, snatching up a little box that seemingly becomes fluid horizontally in my hands as thousands of moving parts begin to move when my skin creates friction on them.

Yes, good! Very good! Now go! There was an alarm seal on the door!

"A fucking what now?" I blurt out loud.

The boy tripped it as well. I suspect the party is drowning it out for the most part from alerting Ferrick, but you best be on your way.

And you didn't think to tell me this? I hiss as I quickly pass by Gideor and then turn around and cover him with the robe as an afterthought.

"You'll find Gliff in his bedroom tied up," I tell the fox, his tired eyes quickly alighting as the prospect. "You're his problem now. Buh-bye!"

With that, I take off at a run, knowing of an escape route through the cellars.

To be honest, Naeoth continues our previous exchange, I didn't notice until now. I, uh, may have been disposed at the moment the door was open.

_ You damn voyeur!_ I scoff in good humor.

All is forgiven now than I am certain of success.

Take it as a compliment. You two brought a centuries old being literally created for pleasure to need a moment to himself.

_ "Heh," I chuckle. _Sure. I'll take that as a win in my books.

Bursting out of the cellar door above, I run headlong across the yard and disappear into the surrounding woods in a flash.