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RIXANA's Sponsored Expedition

Part 1

Sponsored by Vanrixie

by Draconicon

Getting out of bed after spending a night with Luciana was always an experience. If it wasn't the gangling arms and legs that were always in the way - something that was part and parcel with going to bed with a maned wolf but five times worse with one of Luciana's height - then it was the slime pool that came from being fucked by a hyper-productive horse cock through the night, or the sticky spots that had dried into something almost like glue. And that was if they had just had a normal night, rather than anything experimental.

Thankfully, they had limited to mostly normal stuff the night before, though Vicki was fairly sure that at some point or another an aphrodisiac had been used on her. There was no other clear reason why her pussy would feel as if it had been stretched by the full width of the other woman's foot-paw.

"You're looking like a frosted donut from this end," Luciana said from the bed, the seven-foot-ten maned wolf chuckling. "I wish you'd let me use your pussy sometimes."

"I'm saving that for when I actually want to breed," Vicki admitted, shaking her head as she wrung out one tail after another. "Besides, with how much you put out, I'm surprised that you don't have a few dozen litters of your own running around."

"Birth control, dear."

"I'm surprised that there's any that keep up with you."

"Heh, you'd be surprised."

Probably, considering the various ways that Luciana's company researched gender shifting technology, transformation in general, and the various types of fertility between species. She imagined that there were quite a few things that they had discovered over time, sometimes by accident, and sometimes by genuine scientific pursuit.

Of course, it was the accidental stuff - particularly the accidental magical stuff - that was the reason that she was here at all. For all that Vicki was very well aware of the earnings that were available to capable prostitutes - and how many times she had availed herself of that route in the past when the mortage on the family house was coming due - she had an actual contract with the RIXANA company, and with Luciana in particular. She finished dragging her fingers through her ninth tail, shaking her head as she reached for her undergarments.

"So, what did you call me down here for? Not just to christen the bedroom of your new New Orleans office, I'm sure."

"Of course not," the maned wolf said, sitting up and crossing her legs, though not before lifting up those leathery balls and plopping them over one thigh. "I thought it was time that you start earning your keep, and for me to start paying off my deal at the same time."

Vicki paused, blinking. She slowly turned back to her employer.

"...You mean...now?"

"Why not, Ms. Thibodeaux?" Luciana chuckled. "After all, you are supposed to be finding useful magical items for me and my company, and ensuring that they don't get used in an unsuitable way. And don't you want to go back to work?"

"..."

"Speechless?"

"A little. I knew that you were serious about a lot of things, but considering that we've done a lot of fucking and not much of anything else -"

"I get distracted," Luciana said, dismissing it with a wave of her hand. "But better late than never, right?"

Very right, as a matter of fact. Vicki hadn't expected something like this, or she would have brought a full list of potential expeditions that she wanted to have financed. Instead, she was left wracking her brains, trying to remember some of the reports that she'd managed to collect of different potential magical items that were in any way feasible. Going after a magical rumor and coming back with nothing but the report of the item never existing in the first place would be a hell of a way to start off this new relationship.

"Well?" Luciana teased.

What did she have? There were rumors of a new voodoo shaman with body-controlling powers down in the Caribbean, but that was more rumor than fact, and she was half-sure that was mostly down to actual magic rather than a magical item. She'd heard of some wind-blowers being found in the Midwest, but that wouldn't be very useful to RIXANA except perhaps as renewable power for some of their labs, and they already had a great deal of nuclear power, so again, not the most useful thing to bring back.

She went through her mental list, scratching off item after item within the continental United States until she reached one that she was fairly certain about. The kitsune sat down, nodding to herself.

"Florida," she said. "There's been an idol report off of Florida."

"Oh? Which one?"

"Shark stuff. You know how there's the whole thing of the mother shark that leaves a great deal of eggs and moves on?"

"Yeah, rough stuff."

"Well, this takes that and turns that around. Supposedly, the idol - the Mahta Fin - was created by a sea spirit that craved its own children, and who took a generation of sharks under its protection. There's not much about the idol that's widely known," she admitted, "but what I've been able to put together suggests that it not only goes down the hyper-fertility route, but it also brings out a bond."

"A bond, hmm?"

"Well...more that it forces one, or is reported to," Vicki said. "Those that are impregnated while in the presence and under the effects of the Mahta Fin are not only given greater maternal instincts, but are bonded with their progeny. Legend says that the mothers under the effects of the Mahta Fin knew the location of their children, as well as their state of health and more, from anywhere across the globe, and maintained that bond to their dying day."

There was no immediate response from the other woman, and Vicki was glad of that. There were sinister ways that the idol could be used. In the current climate, there were reasons why the Fin should be found and contained. Too many people were trying to force motherhood on others, and while the idea of a loving, caring mother was a beautiful one, having it in the hands of some of the assholes in the world these days was more than a little terrifying. To have a child could be precious; to have it forced to be precious on account of someone else's preferences...that was something else.

Luciana eventually nodded, reaching around the other side of the bed. Vicki blinked as she heard rustling papers, only for the maned wolf to sit up with a manila folder in hand.

"This should be what you need."

"What - you - when did you have that ready?"

"You think that you're the only one with an ear to the ground for magic artifacts?" Luciana chuckled. "I didn't know which you'd pick, but I had my intel people put together all the files we had before calling you down here. I figured you'd like to know what you were getting into."

"Then -"

"It's not definitive, but there's a cult off the coast of Florida. They managed to grab a large ferry and repurpose it to a cult compound for themselves. They're not entirely closed off to non-members, but they are more isolated than most people. And there's reports that their leader has a magical item that keeps the cult working together. Might be that Mahta Fin that you're talking about."

"...That just sped my research up by at least three months," Vicki said, shaking her head with a small smile. "I didn't realize that you'd be bringing more than money to the table."

"Vicki, just because I enjoy all the horny stuff doesn't mean that I'm not a businesswoman. I know how to run things, and I'm not an idiot; you've seen that. I mean, I basically proved that by being willing to hire you as a consultant in the first place."

"...True."

"Now, are you going to start assuming bad things about me, or are you going to let me help?"

"Considering that I'm taking this file - thank you, again - I think that answers your question right there."

"Actually, you can answer it a bit more."

"How so?"

The maned wolf extended her leg, her toes pointed and her lips pulled up in a teasing smirk. Her toes pressed against Vicki's stomach, not just grinding down on the cum-bulge that was still there but slowly working their way up to her low-hanging, over-swollen breasts to pinch a nipple between a couple of digits.

"You can say thank you by kissing each of my toes before you go."

"And I thought I was the one with a foot fetish."

"Paw fetish, in my case," Luciana corrected, "but it still works out."

"Heh, anything else?"

"See Aylissa before you go. She's got a few things that might make your job easier. Now...get kissing."

#

After giving the boss her best, Vicki dressed herself and left the office-bedroom that Luciana had taken for her main place of work. The otherwise normal halls of the RIXANA branch office were nothing like the big, underground testing facility that she had visited for her first interview. Nothing of that sort was being done here; she imagined that this place was going to be more suited to interviews, giving assignments to field agents, and - due to the location being so near her own home - being the main point of contact between the company and herself. That way, nobody had to come to the curse-filled manor that she called home, and she didn't have to take the long train trip back up to the main company.

As a result, she hadn't expected there to be much more than filing rooms, a couple of computer server chambers, and the obligatory meeting room for any clients or agents coming to make requests for RIXANA. Aylissa's lab, however, proved her wrong.

The nine-tailed kitsune paused, blinking as she looked around the room. There were a few dozen containers - plastic and transparent - bolted to the wall all around the room, each one marked with glyphs around the metal bindings on the corners and meeting points of the containers. She recognized most of them as runes that she used herself back at her own mansion, but some of them were different. Proprietary to the company, she imagined, things that they had managed to repurpose from other artifacts to keep the ones that they had from getting out of control.

"There you are," Aylissa said.

The red-furred fox poked her head out from under one of the workbenches, crawling the rest of the way out only to catch one of her six tails on a mechanical arm that hovered around the edge of it. The four-foot-eight fox paused, reached over her shoulder, and spent the next fifteen seconds untangling the not-quite-natural limb from the assistive machinery, all while Vicki bit her lips to keep from giggling.

"I was wondering when you were going to show up."

"You know, you're a lot more talkative when Luciana and Janise aren't around."

"They're loud. And pushy."

"And you're not?"

"Only when I know someone's going to listen."

She chuckled. They hadn't talked much while in the big group, but after the house tour - and after dealing with the variety of curses that Aylissa's curiosity had unleashed during said tour - she and the vixen had gotten to talking with each other. While there wasn't quite the level of corporate frustration that one would have expected after such a sitcom-level experience, there was a mutual, low-key, eye-rolling tolerance for the other members of the company. Vicki wanted a little more focus and seriousness from the horny head of the company, while Aylissa often wanted to have a little more focus on the research end of things, testing more esoteric uses of the items that they found rather than Luciana's more strict focus.

It didn't mean that they were constant allies, but they were regular buddies for coffee and other drinks. More to the point, they were regularly united against the other two when the stupider ideas were floated for RIXANA's future.

"So, Luciana said you might have a few things for me?" Vicki said, pulling her new clothes a little tighter. "I'm heading to the Florida cult, if that helps."

"Oh, them." Aylissa shook her head. "That's going to be interesting."

"Breeding, and maternity."

"Mmm-hmm. So, you'll want some serious birth control down there, some mental blockers, something to keep stimulation at bay...some self-defense..."

Feeling like she was talking to a perverted Q from a James Bond flick, Vicki leaned against the wall as the vixen started rummaging through her materials. She shook her head, not quite tuning the other woman out, but rather, focusing on herself, thinking about what sort of cover story she would spin when she got down to the cult.

A glance at the reflective wall - the only thing in the building that looked out of place, considering that she was staring into a metallic mirror of sorts - showed her a kitsune that looked all-business. She had a tight gray blouse with a white undershirt that, thankfully, had taken the runes of shrinking that she'd put on it without difficulty. The tight top restrained her breasts, bringing them from the massive near-udders that they were naturally to something closer to a high-C-cup. Still quite evident, but no longer something that would send her to the ground with a good shove. The gray pants that went with them, as well as the high heels that she'd picked out, gave her the look of either a high-ranking executive or a reporter that liked the power-suit look.

Reporter would probably be better, she decided. At least that way, she would have a reason to be asking questions, and as long as she phrased them properly, she wouldn't look suspicious. At least, not right away.

Vicki didn't have any issue lying to cultists or those overcome with the power of ancient magic. Once someone was taken in by that, they were no longer quite the same. A 'person', in her mind, was defined by how they were without the influence of otherworldly things. Once one was controlled or compelled by something else, the rules for how you treated a 'person' were replaced by how you dealt with something infinitely more powerful than you were, and those rules were very similar to the rules of asymmetrical warfare. Anything that let you survive was allowed.

Well, within limits. There were things that were genuinely unacceptable, and there were some magical creatures that had their own rules that she abided by, and -

"Okay, off with your pants."

Vicki blinked. The red-furred fox had apparently gathered all the gear she needed and -

She blinked again. The gear seemed to consist of a rather large egg-shaped plug, a couple of vials, and a buzzing container of black dots that looked rather angry to her eyes.

"...What are those?"

"Birth control," Aylissa said, hefting the egg. "Basic thing; pulls all the virile material injected into the body to the egg rather than allowing it through to yours. Plus, in your ass, rather than your pussy, so it can't fully develop, either."

"...And the other things?"

"Lubricant." That was the black vial. "Pleasure filtration." That was the purple vial. "And a self-defense network." The buzzing container. "Any other questions?"

"...Mostly a great deal of curiosity about the details of those things, at this point."

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes."

"...Do you have an hour?"

"I think I have a day," Vicki admitted.

The smile that split the vixen's face told her that she might have just opened Pandora's Box. She braced herself as Aylissa devolved into the most scientific, technically-laden speech about the magi-tech tools she'd assembled that Vicki had ever heard.

And it...was...glorious.

Oh, it was still more than slightly exhausting to listen to, there was no denying that. Aylissa clearly didn't have the chance to go into depth and detail with her devices and ideas very often, and she clearly relished the opportunity now, but unlike most of the people that Vicki worked with, the vixen clearly knew what she was talking about. For all that she drowned the topic with extraneous bits and pieces that the kitsune didn't entirely understand, there was so much there that she could pick out the stuff she needed.

For example, the birth-control egg was based off an Egg of Perpetual Gravidity, an artifact of an ancient dragon that had never entirely been able to go from heat to pregnancy. They had found it, modernized it, and created a copycat artifact that essentially had a magnetic pull for any sort of seed that might lead to pregnancy. It didn't drain the seed itself from whatever hole it had been injected into, but merely pulled that specific essence that would kickstart pregnancy to the egg itself, the artifact too hungry for the chance to grow to allow its host to be impregnated first.

Of course, it would lead to being in a semi-heat the entire time that it was in her, but that was something that Vicki was used to.

The other things were a little less advanced, but no less helpful. The black 'lubricant', as Aylissa had described it so succinctly, was a half-living creature that was poured into a hole and proceeded to coat it with a slippery slime, keeping it from ever getting to the point of being damaged from rough use. She made sure that it could be removed later, and Aylissa said yes, though with the way she hedged that confirmation, Vicki was all but sure that the removal would cost her in some way.

Perhaps she'd keep it. There were other things that it would be useful for.

The second vial - the one that the vixen had mentioned would provide 'Pleasure Filtration' - was more of a long-lasting drug. RIXANA had produced it to allow some of the test subjects to be safer while dealing with the more intense stimulation demanded in the testing labs, and to keep from breaking the newbies on their first few outings. Depending on the dose, it delivered a quasi-numbing sensation to the tissue that it was applied to, allowing one to have a percentage of the pleasure and other stimulation cut out.

"I'm recommending a minimum 25% dose," Aylissa said. "Considering what we've heard of the orgies down there, you'll need stamina."

"I have stamina."

"You'll want more."

"...Point taken. And...that?" Vicki asked, pointing to the jar.

"That's the defense system. A series of bio-nanites that embed to the flesh, feeding off of bioelectricity to deliver a stunning shock if triggered."

"And you'll be applying that..."

"That would be your choice. I'd recommend hands or feet."

Vicki looked at her fingers. The idea of having nanites burrowing through her fingers wasn't a brilliant one, but nor was the thought of them being buried in her feet.

At least...not on a conscious level.

The kitsune rubbed a hand across her face, already feeling some of the more randy ideas popping up from the basement of her brain. Of all the things that would sound particularly kinky, she hadn't expected one of them to be electric nanites in her feet. Foot 'torture,' marking, and more...

"Feet?" Aylissa asked.

"Mm-hmm."

"Noted. If you'd get on the table?"

Vicki nodded, slowly pulling off her shoes, socks, pants, and underwear. Bottomless, the kitsune lifted all nine tails, leaning against the edge of the worktable. She took a few deep breaths before hoisting herself up and onto the table, getting on all fours with her rump pushed back and toward the other woman.

"You look good from this angle."

"I know. Thanks."

The other vixen's gentle fingers started working around her ass, slowly nudging it open with one digit, then two. A little lube followed, and a third finger slid in. There was no tension, no heat, not even a hint of friction as Aylissa worked her hand in further, faster, deeper. Vicki lowered her head, already feeling her sex heating up, her pussy starting to drip from the rapid anal fingering.

"Mrs. Salith did a bit of work on this."

"I know."

"She made you look -"

"Like a frosted donut," Vicki said. "I know."

"Glazed, now."

"Uh-huh. Can you hurry this up?"

"I thought you liked anal?"

"I do. That's the problem."

"Heh. Hold on. Just going to make sure that we have plenty of juice for this."

Vicki nodded, keeping her head down as she waited. The fingers slid free of her pucker, leaving her feeling wet back there from the lube pushing free of her stretched ring. The soft sucking, glorping sound of the lube dribbling free of her gaping hole only served to remind her of how much she had taken the night before and how much more there was waiting for her later. It had been rather nice, though, and -

"Mmmph!"

The kitsune arched her back, curling her toes as a tube was rammed right up her asshole. It started oozing lube almost right off the bat, an enema of it jetting past her pucker and going right into her guts. Vicki huffed, shivering from the chill that replaced the warmth of Luciana's seed deep inside of her.

"A little warning..."

"Just making sure that you'll stay slick the whole time. Not to mention the bacteria we're adding. No need to worry about bowel movements while you're on the go."

"Lovely..."

"Just don't let someone put anything else up there. The egg gets a little...territorial."

"Noted."

She huffed through the slow inflation of the lubricant deep in her guts. It wasn't quite so plentiful as the thick load of seed that the maned wolf had left in her, but it wasn't so light that she could just discount it, either. There was a lot of the slippery slime, and she could feel her inner walls slightly pushed apart from the sheer pressure of all that mess. Vicki imagined walking with that flood inside of her, and the thought was enough to keep her nice and wet from the possibility.

Finally, the ooze came to an end. Before it could slide out with the removal of the tube, the other vixen pressed the egg artifact right to her pucker. Vicki hissed softly as the scale-textured 'toy' slid into her depths, her toes curling right up to the point where it stopped moving, settling with its weight deep inside of her. So deep, she realized, that it would take a fisting to get it back out. Aylissa pulled her hand back, and the soft slurp of her fingers leaving sent a shiver down the kitsune's spine.

"That...that went deep."

"Mm-hmm. Ready for the rest?"

"Give me a second."

"It's not too much?"

"It is. Don't want to cum on your - nnngh!"

"Fluids aren't a problem."

Apparently not, because Aylissa was jamming both of the glass vials up her pussy at the same time, tilting them so that the slick oozes were flowing into her simultaneously. The tingling sensation of the oozes integrating with the inner walls of her pussy was almost enough to send her over the edge before the dose of the medication started kicking in. The 'pleasure filtration' drug, as its name implied, was already taking some of the higher levels of stimulation out of the equation.

"Ah...ah..."

"This may be effective as chastity," Aylissa said. "I didn't think about that."

"Mmmph...might have...might have wanted to," Vicki said.

"Well, on with the last bit. You sure you're -"

"Go for it."

After all, how much worse could it be?

#

"Mmph...ah...ah..."

Vicki hissed to herself as she kept shifting from foot to foot as the hired motorboat took her from the docks out to the open waters off the coast of Florida. Even with the best softening pads that she could find, the vibrations of the boat still tickled her feet, but that was better than what it had been when the nanites had been first applied. The mix of pleasure and pain as they shocked their way in, integrating with flesh and nerves, had been ridiculously intense, and the sensitivity had echoed through her legs with every step for nearly a day afterward.

It was forty-eight hours since then, twenty-four hours since getting off the plane at Miami airport, and now, she was on a boat heading out to the Followers of the Sea Flow, as they called themselves. The boat pilot, a young male dolphin that had been adamant about not going that far out to sea until she started waving the RIXANA money in his face, and even then, he refused to guarantee that he'd be back for her if she took too long, or if the group looked like they were getting too active. He was legitimately terrified of them, but Vicki felt little compunction about that.

After all, he was being paid. A lot.

The motorboat's engine cut out as the commandeered ferry that served as the cult's headquarters came in sight, the dolphin coasting the smaller craft up to the much larger one. Vicki shook her head as she looked it over, the vehicle looking like someone had taken the old river steamboat aesthetics and applied it to a car-carrying ferry. It looked to be just over half a kilometer long and half that in width, with six decks running up and down the vessel, and one buried beneath the waterline.

Despite the quiet approach, the kitsune could tell that they'd already been spotted. The lights on the upper deck danced over the waters, and she could see a few partiers in the cult already waving their arms. Someone was calling to someone else below-decks, and she knew that she'd need her story straight by the time they reached the boarding ladder.

"They're going to make you one of them," the pilot said, the dolphin's shoulders hunched up. "You're not going to get away from them."

"Oh, they'll try. Won't be the first."

The boat drifted midway up the port side, and Vicki rested her hand on the ladder. She was back in the power suit for this, her high heels still humming until she rested them on the ladder. The bigger boat's engines were clearly off, and it was a blessed change to the constant tickling feeling that she'd had to suffer through for the hour-long ride to the ferry.

"I'm getting out of here," the pilot warned. "If you're smart, you'll give up and come with me."

"Just hand me my bag."

For a split second, the dolphin looked as if he might not even do that, and she was ready to lash out with her tails to snare him and pull him back. Yet, he saw sense eventually, and reached down, pulling her bag off her seat and passing it to her. She twisted it between her tails and nodded, dragging herself back to the ladder. She barely made it three rungs up before he gunned the engine and turned tail, shooting across the waves back towards the far-distant shore.

Shaking her head, the kitsune continued her climb. She was halfway up before the first heads started poking their way over the side. Orcas, sharks, dolphins, and more aquatic species looked down at her, including a tentacle-headed octopus woman that had tendrils coming out of her back and sides. Vicki nodded at them as she made her way up, waving with one hand before getting back to climbing safely.

"Who called the Followers?" one of the orcas called down.

"A reporter. Name's Vicki; I had a couple of questions, if you don't mind."

"Nobody called us about this."

"I couldn't find your phone number. Do you mind if I come aboard? Just for the night?"

"Someone find Eva; ask the Mother what she says," one of the orcas said. "And you. Vicki, you said?"

"Yep," she said, three feet down from the top.

"...Come aboard, but stay by the railing."

"Fine with me."

Vicki grunted as she hauled herself over the railing and onto the main deck. The first thing she noticed was something that she had become increasingly used to with the various cults across the world, and that was the general state of nudity among the cultists. They wore nothing but body-writing, but theirs was, at least, written in a hand that was more legible than most, and less crass, as well. The orca that had allowed her on had an obvious pregnancy bulge to her stomach, and her breasts were dripping with thick white streams of milk. One breast was labeled 'Milk Bag', the other 'Mother's Love', and her stomach had a great circle over her pregnancy swell, labeled 'Greatest Gift.'

"...Quite open, aren't you?" Vicki asked, looking around. "I don't suppose that the rest of you would mind answering questions?"

It was nothing more than a question designed to keep them thinking about her cover story. The moment that her feet had touched the deck, she'd felt the presence of something magical. She didn't know what kind it was, yet, but there was something very powerful on the boat. The cult wasn't following some lunatic, or if they were, then the lunatic had some supernatural backing.

Looks like Luciana's intel was right on the money...

She kept her tails from flicking overmuch, knowing that the other women - and herms, now that she got a second look - were already nervous about someone new boarding the ship. Instead, she put on a smile, leaning back.

"I'm glad that there's a bunch of women like you that are taking a stand like this."

There, that was good. They paused in their chatter with each other, cocking their heads to the side. Vicki nodded.

"Seriously. You're out here in the middle of nowhere, taking care of each other, and clearly surviving and thriving. I don't know what you're actually trying to prove, but you obviously have the skills to do more than most people on land do. And to go through the effort of having children, too? That's something you deserve credit for. Most of the land-bound wouldn't be that brave."

"You do not know what we stand for, and yet you come here?"

The new voice came from a deck above. Vicki tilted her head back and found herself staring at a woman that embodied the phrase 'in charge.'

Leaning over the railing was a thresher shark, the anthro fish's lean body coming to a sharp angle with a tail longer than she was tall with a whip-like hook at the end. Her coloration, a deep blue with a purple tone along her sides and back, made her look like a shadow in the night, and her teeth, long, sharp, and plentiful, were white daggers that reflected the deck lights as she looked down.

And, of course, one couldn't miss the ivory-pierced nipples or the double-dicks poking around the railing bar she leaned against.

"I'm Eva Fatima, Mother of the Ocean. What brings you here, Ms. Vicki?"

The End

Summary: Vicki is told that she's finally getting the chance to get her sponsored expedition, and goes through the prep for it.

Tags: F/H, F/tF, Anal, Fingering, Paw, Maned Wolf, Vixen, Kitsune, Vicki, Wet, Toys, Lube, Foot Fetish, Series, Creampie, Lube, Butt Plug, Magic,