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RIXANA's Sponsored Expedition

Part 2

Sponsored by Vanrixie

By Draconicon

"What brings you here, Ms. Vicki?"

Still on a first-name basis, then, which wasn't a bad thing. The kitsune smiled, the expression something automatic rather than genuine as she rapidly ran through her options.

Tell the truth?

Continue the lie?

Dart up for an artifact that she didn't see?

The option of continuing the lie was the only one that was immediately viable. A confession would lead to a forced conversion, she was sure, and cults didn't take kindly to outsiders just sneaking in the way that she was doing. More to the point, trying to steal an artifact was all but doomed to failure, not least because her ride had already disappeared. She doubted that there'd be an easy way off the boat, particularly not with so many aquatic species that would likely be more than a little pissed at the betrayal by a fellow woman.

So, continuing the lie it was.

"Pardon, Ms. Fatima," she said, bobbing her head. "I'm a reporter from the shore. I heard a lot of stories about what you and the Followers of the Sea Flow are up to, but I wanted to see it for myself."

"...Mmmm, you're lying."

Oh, shit.

She didn't let the slight fear-spike show on her face as the shark leaped down from the upper level. Eva Fatima - it didn't seem right to think of her with just one name, oddly enough - landed on her feet, her long-tipped tail swaying slowly as she stood up straight once more.

It was quite the sight to look at her. She was obviously a thresher shark, one of those that had a tail that was more of a whip than just another limb. It could break the railing, perhaps even the wall behind the other woman if she so chose. The lean muscles running along her arms turned thicker around the shoulders, and they seemed to need that to support the other woman's surprisingly large breasts, big enough that they would have been intimidating were it not for the way that her top hid her own size.

The double-dicks were the other eye-catcher, of course, as the shark walked towards her. They wobbled side to side, the twin pair up and hard, though not yet leaking. She imagined that they were always up and hard; a breeding cult seemed incomplete without someone being ready for that at all times.

The shark stopped in front of her, gray, nearly purple skin shining in the moonlight as she loomed high over the kitsune.

"You're lying."

"I don't think I am," Vicki said.

"You're lying about that being the only reason you're here."

"O-oh?"

"I can smell it on you."

Smell. Oh.

Right.

That.

"I can smell your need to breed, little vixen...you are here to experience motherhood, too."

"...I can't say that I haven't been curious."

Another lie, but that one was one that she was more used to telling. The sheer number of perverted cults across the planet were all convinced that every woman would love to be their personal slut, and it was just the need to try it out that convinced them to come around and be used.

She was fine with letting them believe that. As long as it made her job easier, they could think that she was just a slut in denial as much as they wanted. Sometimes it was even true, though she'd yet to find a cult that could actually cement that slutty need in place. The kitsune let herself blush, rubbing the back of her head as the 'Mother of the Sea' loomed over her, one hand coming up to cup the vixen's chin.

"You want to know what it means to be a mother."

"It's...not exactly a good time for that."

"But that does not still your womb, does it?"

There was a shift in the magic on the ferry as it stopped being just a strange tingle in the air and became a greater force concentrated around her body. It wasn't just between her legs, but up inside of her, almost like it was trying to light a fire in her womb. The sensation was not unfamiliar; there were a great many fertility idols that she'd handled, and she knew how it felt to go into heat.

For the first time, she was grateful for the egg in her ass. The copy of an enchanted item had already proved its worth by having her partially in heat to begin with, and the sudden leap forward with the other magic around her wasn't so hard to adjust to as a result. That, and the expression of satisfaction on Eva Fatima's face, told her that this was selling the lie that little bit more, and she'd take anything to make her story more convincing.

"You want this...and you came here so we could give it to you," the thresher shark said.

"..."

"Say yes, Ms. Vicki."

"...I may have."

"Ah, ah."

The shark pushed her back, and Vicki bit back a hiss as her tail-base tapped against the railing. The other woman's breasts were all but pulling her face between them, and she couldn't push back without being the attacker rather than just a visitor. Eva Fatima tilted her head up, making her meet the other woman's eyes.

"Say yes, Ms. Vicki. We know that it's the truth."

"...I...I am here...for that."

"Such a good girl. You know your purpose."

"But -"

"But?" The cult leader chuckled. "No, no, we don't focus on 'butts' here in the cult. That dirty little habit of the mainland is completely anathema to us. Oral is barely allowed in furtherance of exciting the partner to be ready for seeding. To waste it in another hole, to force one to wait for a different breeder, is heresy..."

"It's not that kind of but."

"Mmm, aren't you eager, though? Don't you want to learn how it feels, to embrace motherhood?"

Oh, whatever Eva Fatima had been, she didn't know if it was still there. The fascination, the need, the intensity of the magic around her: it was all building up to a surprising heat. Even she was feeling it, and that said something. Her thighs pressed together, her sensitive soles already feeling the slow dripping down her legs where it wasn't caught by the fabric of her pants. A little puddle had already developed under both feet, and Vicki did her best not to think about it.

"I still...I am still a reporter. I still have a job."

"You could leave that job."

"Maybe, but not - mmph - not yet."

Eva Fatima's hands were all over her, feeling her, fondling her, one hand rubbing up against her breasts while the other was sliding along the crotch of her pants. No shame, not even a hint of modesty, and she felt like she was on some sort of breeding auction here. Someone, some lucky stud in the cult, was going to get the chance to fuck her, and -

No, no, hold back...hold back...

She was suddenly grateful for the desensitizer that Aylissa had pumped her full of before they'd left the office. If she was this sensitive, this heated just from a bit of the artifact and the other woman's touch, she didn't want to think about how it would have been if she hadn't been pre-treated before coming onboard. The possibilities there were downright dangerous.

She breathed in once more, shaking her head as she slid up, sitting up on the railing and pulling her legs closed. Eva Fatima looked more than slightly amused, leaning forward to look her in the eye.

"Why do you hold back, Ms. Vicki? Won't you let me show you why you belong here?"

"After some questions."

"Oh, you waited until you got here to ask questions?" She chuckled. "I don't think it matters that much."

"Does it matter as much what happened to an old woman named Eva, whose children disappeared?"

The smile on the shark's face dropped. Vicki bit off a smirk of her own.

Got her.

It had been the result of a great deal of rapid searches, questions sent to local papers and institutions to see if there was anything, anywhere, about the disappearances of those that went to join the Followers. Most of the cult converts shared a similar story, but surprisingly, there had been someone else that had a similar disappearing story.

Someone that had been down on the shore, the last that they were seen.

Someone that, reportedly, had been a mother.

Someone that, apparently, had been in touch with someone in the water.

The only deviation from it was the fact that the thresher shark in question had been an older woman, past the age of childbearing according to the reports, but that didn't mean that it was impossible. Magic items were very, very good at fucking with reality, and one that specialized in mothers could very easily restore someone of older age to a more breeding-suitable state.

And judging by the lost smile, Vicki had hit the story right on the head. She might not have been a journalist, but sometimes, archaeology and journalism worked hand in hand; they just touched on subjects that were in different chronological neighborhoods. She leaned in, whispering.

"I want to know what's going on...and I want to understand what's happened. Eva Fatima...let me ask some questions, and tell your story on land."

"..."

"And then, I'll join you."

"...You're more than I expected, Ms. Vicki."

The thresher shark turned away, and that massive tail came around. The sharp point at the tip stroked along Vicki's cheek, almost feeling like it could swish and whip around at any point and take her off the boat entirely. She didn't let her anxiousness show on her face; instead, she just gripped the railing a little tighter, leaning forward against it.

The rest of the cult didn't say anything as they waited for some sort of response from their leader. Vicki kept quiet; she had hit the buttons she needed to hit, and anything more would screw with the thresher shark's head. Perhaps it might make her afraid, perhaps it might make her worry that someone else was uncovering things about the cult that they shouldn't. Either way, she knew that if she made the situation any more 'wobbly,' she'd end up causing more suspicion rather than openings to work with.

Finally, Eva Fatima turned around.

"You will stay the night. Tomorrow, you will be bred -"

"Eva -"

"And afterward, you may ask your questions."

It was clearly a gamble on the part of the other woman. Push her, see if she was willing to take the risk. If Vicki ran, now, then it would be confirmation that she had other motivations than being part of the cult. If she stayed, then there was a greater than even chance - at least in the shark's eyes - that she would be converted during the breeding, and the questions would never have to be asked.

It was a smart move.

She wasn't going to be smart and take the offer, either.

"Deal."

"Mmm, I hoped you'd say that." Eva Fatima turned to the crowd. "Armida!"

The tattooed orca woman stepped forward, some milk dripping from her breasts.

"Ms. Vicki will stay with you tonight."

"Yes, Mother."

"You will make sure that she understands what she's getting into."

"Of course, Mother."

"And, Ms. Vicki?"

"Yes?" Vicki said, avoiding responding with an honorific intentionally.

"I hope you sleep well. Tomorrow's breeding will be a trial for you, but I promise, it will be worth it."

That was the problem. Vicki was sure it would be, but the question was, would it be worth it to her, or would it be worth it to Eva? Because it sure as hell wasn't going to be worth it for both of them.

And where was the Mahta Fin? It was here, on the boat, she was sure, but there was no sign of it on Eva.

Vicki let herself be led away. Perhaps she'd be able to get answers out of Armida after they'd settled in for the night.

#

The ferry was dark when she was moved to the orca's quarters near the bow of the ship. The lights were off along the railings, and the only illumination came from various candles that were spread throughout the ship. Vicki chalked that up to one more cultist stereotype as she was walked to the other woman's room, sidling first as the chubby, pregnant orca followed after her.

"So, what can you tell me about the Followers?" she asked. "I mean, I know that Eva Fatima said that she'd tell me tomorrow -"

"Mother. Call her 'Mother," Armida said.

"Sorry. I'm just...new."

"I know. But try."

She would have to try hard to get around that one. As the orca sat down on a pillow bed, Vicki tried rephrasing a few of the questions she had, something to ask about the orca in particular. It didn't take long to find a good one.

"What brought you here?" she asked.

"Me? Isn't it obvious?"

"Treat me like an idiot."

"You aren't making that hard," Armida said, smiling slightly.

"Well, if it helps you feel better."

"It does."

Vicki settled in, crossing her legs behind her and doing her best to ignore the wet spot in her panties. It had already spread across her sex and was most of the way back to her ass, and she knew that it framed her pussy better than she'd like. She probably fit the image of a barefoot and pregnant woman halfway, considering that she'd left her shoes at the door and was feeling all the better for it, but she did her best to keep projecting the image of a woman that knew what she was doing.

"I mean, you're clearly a strong woman. Proud, maternal."

The compliments left the already-smiling orca beaming, and the other woman waved her hand dismissively. Vicki continued.

"No, seriously, you look lovely. So, I don't know what they give you here. Maybe you can tell me; I want to make sure that I give a fair story when the time rolls around."

"...Is that the truth?"

"It's as true as I can say."

"Swear?"

"Of course."

"..." Armida shook her head, looking down and away. She looked more than a little embarrassed, shaking her head. Finally, she looked up again. "There is real power here, you know. Mother Fatima has magic."

"What makes you say that?"

"I wasn't fertile on land. She made me fertile here."

"What - you're certain?" Vicki asked, eyes widening slightly. "Completely infertile?"

"Completely. I went to four different doctors. Two of them said that we might as well remove my ovaries and uterus, because they weren't doing anything. Not even keeping my hormone balance right."

"..."

"But I came here...and it only took one night. Mother Fatima gave me a child, and now...now, I carry it with ease."

"Did you want a child? When you came here, I mean."

"I wanted to know what was wrong with me. I wanted...I wanted things to work." Armida shook her head. "I wanted my body to stop hating me. I wanted it to stop hurting. I didn't know if I wanted a child or not, but if I did, and it helped, I would take it."

"And now?" Vicki asked, already knowing the answer.

"Now, I would keep this little one, protect them from anyone and anything. They will never hurt, never worry. They will be mine. My little one, my beautiful creature. There will be nothing between me and them, and I will always know what they need."

"...How do you know that?"

"...I don't know," Armida confessed, shaking her head and shrugging her shoulders. "But it feels right. And it feels like I will be a good mother."

Doubtlessly, she would be a good caretaker, but a mother? That remained to be seen. Vicki bit back the responses that wanted to bubble up from the depths of her heart. After all, the knowledge of when to let go was just as important as the need to stay close to your child. A parent that never learned how to be distant could never really be the best that they could be. A child deserved a balanced upbringing, not a mother that would never let them go.

The problem of artifacts: sometimes, they were too pure.

"What about you?" Armida asked.

"Just what I told Mother Fatima," Vicki said, shaking her head. "I came here to see what was happening, and to give it a fair story."

"...And that's all?"

"...My wet pants don't really give me much credence there, do they?"

"Not at all." The orca matron chuckled, laying back with her own legs spread. The sight of her holes, both well-stretched though not fully gaped, was not exactly unappealing. "Why don't you get rid of them? Not much point in wearing clothes on the ship."

"If you insist."

"Oh...Oh! I can do that, can't I?"

"Heh...yes," Vicki said, nodding indulgently.

"Then get naked."

The kitsune shrugged, getting back to her feet. It didn't take long to get her blouse off, nor her pants, leaving her in a bra with a few little runes along the back that were, thankfully, out of sight. She stretched her arms overhead, feeling Armida's eyes flicking up and down her body, taking her in from head to toe, and she would be lying if she said that she didn't like the attention that she was getting.

Smirking, she turned in place, her hands at the back of her bra to cover the runes and slowly pull it apart. She could feel the magic that kept her breasts tamped down and shrunk fading, ready to snap -

Smack!

Armida's surprise spank made Vicki jump almost right out of her fur, and it was more than enough to make her lose her grip on her bra. It all but flung itself off as her breasts grew bigger, bigger, bigger, shooting back to full size almost immediately. As she came back down from the jump, their size threw her off, almost knocking her off her feet as they dragged her forward.

"Whoa, are you - oh. Oh, wow."

Vicki turned around, her breasts having gone from an apparent C-cup to far, far higher, past D, past E, to the point where they were hanging down a decent way towards her stomach and pushing forward like a pair of utterly perfect pillows. She wobbled from side to side as she got used to the sheer weight of them again, biting her lips to keep from tumbling over and giving in to the back strain developing along her spine.

"That always gets me," she muttered.

"How...where the hell were you hiding those?" Armida asked, her eyes wide.

"More magic than idols in the world, and kitsunes are good at finding them."

"...They're huge."

"Heh, well, that's why I wear the bra. Keeps me from tumbling over."

"...Take off the panties, too?"

There was a sense of wonder in the other woman's voice, and Vicki wondered if it was due to the sheer size, or if it was something else. Either way, she shrugged and continued stripping, pulling off her sodden panties and tossing them over to the other side of the room. She stood there, naked as could be, her juices rolling down her thighs and her pussy just a little inflamed from her constant heat and nudity, and Armida whistled.

It wasn't the wolf-whistle that she was used to, nor the flirting sort of thing that she got from a lot of benefactors, but rather, just a whistle of appreciation. It was one that said "I did not think you'd look that good, but you look amazing." It was lovely.

She smiled, rubbing her cheek as she took a step closer to the orca. The pregnant female spread her legs, making a space for the vixen, and Vicki took it. She didn't even mind when Armida reached between her legs, rubbing at her pussy. The thick, slippery fingers slid right in, and she groaned under her breath.

"Mmmph..."

"Holy Mother...You're so wet."

"Always been productive."

"Mother Fatima is going to slide right in tomorrow. She's going to fill you up again and again, easily."

"Mm...she'll try."

"Oh, she will. And I promise, you'll love it."

Vicki wanted to laugh it off, but after what she'd heard, she was a little more concerned about how her protections would hold up. The desensitizer should work to an extent, but the fertility stuff...

If Armida had been completely infertile before she'd been bred, that meant that the power of the Mahta Fin was greater than she'd anticipated. The legends had briefly touched on its fertility power, but they'd always been more interested in the way that it bonded mother and child more than what it did to turn one into a mother. She rather wished the legends had covered that little point, but much as she blamed the stories, it was really on her. She should have remembered that it was always potent, whether or not the stories talked about it.

"Armida?" she asked, biting off another moan as the orca's fingers slid a little deeper.

"Mmm?"

"Does the magic...mmph...does the magic come from a fin?"

"Oh, yes."

"Where is it?"

"Mother Fatima carries it for all the breedings. You'll see it tomorrow."

That was what she was afraid of. Groaning, she allowed herself to sink into Armida's arms, allowing the bigger woman to play with her as she would. She had a feeling that it would be the last 'easy' sex that she got for a little while.

#

Dawn came with a vengeance, and the Gulf sun warmed her fur as she stood naked on the deck with the rest of the cultists. They were all happily surrounding her, guiding her to the top deck of the stolen ferry. They had an altar up there, apparently, and she would get bred on that while the rest of them chanted and waited for her to be done.

That would be the point where she knew whether she would be broken, or whether she would just have a good time before getting her questions answered. More to the point, it would be her first time seeing the Mahta Fin up place, and it would tell her whether it was going to be something that she could just run off with, or if she would have to arrange a pick-up. She just hoped that she could outlast whatever magical effect that it would have on her.

She reached the top of the stairs, and there, resting against the far end of the deck, was the altar. It was not made of wood, but rather of stone, and sea-stone at that, dredged from beneath the waves and dragged onto the ship. Moss and algae ran off the sides of it, and small cuffs of sea ivory waited to pin those that were to be bred in place.

Vicki had to admit, it sent a thrill through her that had nothing to do with the magic in the air to see that. Didn't help her resist it, either.

Eva Fatima waited for her at the foot of the altar, and this time, the shark woman wore the Fin. It hung from her neck like a chest spike, dangling out from between her breasts like a mirror of the fin on her back. Rather than the gray-purple of her body, it was tinted a deep turquoise, as if made from the water around them rather than being stone or flesh.

More than that, it positively glowed with power, and Vicki knew that it was the real deal. That was where all the magic on the ferry was coming from, and that was the thing that was going to fuck her up if she let it.

She was walking forward before she could think about it, her body drawn along as if by a finger hooked to her pussy. Step by step, she approached the altar, and her juices flowed, leaving her thighs damp and the orange and cream fur along her legs matted down, completely pressed flat by how much the heat within wanted to be satiated.

By the time she reached the altar, she was panting, her nipples standing up hard and eager, and she was barely keeping herself from just spreading her legs right then and there. Eva Fatima looked her in the eye, tilting her head back with a measuring glance.

Don't figure it out...don't figure it out...

"This isn't your first time, is it, Ms. Vicki?" the shark asked.

"Not...my first..."

"You crave this...so you shall have it."

Vicki nodded.

"Lie down...show me your fertile depths..."

Vicki did as she was told without hesitation, her breath coming faster and faster as she laid back. Her tails fanned out around her, all nine creating a fan and bed of fur behind her back. The sheer need pulsing in her was barely under control, the egg in her ass keeping her from feeling it as badly as it might have been. Her sympathy for the other women burned hotter; if she was barely holding back with all her experience and the aid of the science-enchanted item in her ass, she didn't think that anyone else would have had a chance.

The thresher shark loomed over her, looking her in the eye. Muscular thighs pushed hers further apart, pushing her legs up and back so that her knees brushed against her breasts and her ankles rested at the sides of her head. Other cultists stepped forward, and the soft click, click, click, click of shackles being fixed to her ankles and her wrists sent shivers down her spine. A little spurt of her own juices hit the deck just past the edge of the altar.

"You're ready," the thresher shark said. "You will be bred."

"I will...be bred," Vicki said, feeling the words drawn from her.

"You will carry children."

"I will carry...children."

"They will be your world."

"They will be my world."

The Mahta Fin was powerful, beyond powerful, to make her say such things. She had always avoided the possibility of being impregnated by various tricks, from birth control to keeping to just oral and anal to drugging the virility factor of her partner, but this...this was something else. It came with a magical pressure all its own, one that bore down on the mind and created more than just a bond between mother and unborn child. It reached out and made one crave that feeling of motherhood, of breeding, of raising, of being nothing more than an expression of maternal force.

Her head rolled back against the altar as she felt the two tapered tips of the shark's cocks pressing against her. Not against her ass - for, as Eva Fatima had said, that hole was taboo to the Followers of the Sea Flow - but both against her pussy. They were dripping already, oozing with the seed that would kickstart her womb.

Please work, she begged the egg in her other hole. Please work. I don't really want to be pregnant...

Or...did she?

Vicki groaned as the tips were followed by the first half of each dick, giving her pussy a stretch that her ass could have easily taken, but her pussy was not quite so experienced. She gasped softly, hissing under her breath as her toes curled, and the shackles pulled tight against her limbs to keep her pinned in place.

"Your motherhood will be a gift. You crave it...you need it...the feeling of your belly swelling...your breasts dripping..."

She could feel the power of the Fin, at least, and knew that it was trying to convert her, to make her crave it. To some extent, it was working, as she was getting hotter, wetter. Her body was slowly sliding out of her own ability to control it, the sheer pleasure of the twin dicks and the idea of what they wanted to do to her taking her out of her own head. She hissed between clenched teeth even as the shark whispered to her again.

"You need this."

"I...need...this..."

"You need to be bred."

"I need...to be bred..."

"You need to care...for your child..."

"Care...for my...Child..."

"Take it...and receive the first of many blessings..."

She half-expected a blast of seed at that, but no. It was not time for that yet. Instead, the shark started speeding up, her thrusts getting more and more aggressive as she rutted Vicki right there on the altar. The cult all around them stared and watched in awe, some of the females fingering themselves to the side, while some of the herms were touching themselves, stroking cocks, teasing themselves to the pace that Mother Fatima set for them.

The twin cocks were new, a game-changer as they forced her pussy to spread wider for her. Each thrust reminded her how little she used it compared to her ass, and it was hitting her hard, harder than she expected, harder than she entirely knew how to deal with. In, out, in, out, each time making her drip a little more on the altar, each time feeling more of the slime that was not her own juices mixing with the rest.

Please work, she begged the egg. Please, fucking work.

And yet, as the shark leaned over her, as the bigger woman just grinned and rutted her, Vicki could feel her desires shifting. The magical pressure of the Mahta Fin was getting stronger and stronger, making her wetter and wetter...and needier, and needier.

"Mmph...nnngh!"

The End

Summary: Vicki ends up getting taken in by the cult, but she might be in for more of a ride than she expected.

Tags: F/H, F/F, Thresher Shark, Vixen, Kitsune, Vicki, Embarrassment, Nudity, Bondage, Vaginal, Magic, Mind Control, Corruption, Breeding, Double Dicks, Fertility, Series,