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The Fall of the Shrine and the Maiden

Part 1

For Damiekinz

By Draconicon

Miyu walked the enclosed grounds of the great shrine, her sandals tapping quietly on gravel, firm earth, and gathered stone by turns as she circled it. The wooden building and porch were inviting to all those that wished to journey through the woods around it, and as she circled it, she maintained its holy essence. The kitsune moved gracefully from one step to another, her walk almost a dance as she communed with the shrine and the land around it, in touch with everything that allowed itself to live in balance with the spirits.

Step.

She felt the four-tails and the three-tails in the water, bathing and doing the laundry of the small villages around the shrine. No more than forty people in each, and most of them one-tails, but all at peace. Happy, flowing down the river of life and finding their way and purpose as they were guided alone.

Step.

The two-tails that wandered through the forest, finding those animals that were nearing the end of their life and bringing that end to them. She felt their cunning, their stealth, and she felt the animals and their peace with what was coming. They believed that it was time, and so it was.

Step.

She sensed the rare five-tail that meditated at the far shrines connected to hers, and she touched on their minds, sharing time and sharing peace. They touched her back, giving strength and solidarity. They were connected in purpose, if not in comfort, and they were able to reinforce each other.

Step.

Something was wrong.

Step.

Something was very wrong.

Miyu stopped as she felt the disruption further down the road, lifting her head to stare at the wall around the shrine. She could not see past it, but something had intruded on the shrine's lands, and it did not belong. The nine-tailed kitsune turned herself to face the gate that barred her view of the land as a whole, and she rested her hands together, taking one deep breath after another as she waited.

She did not have to wait long.

The gates exploded inward, one falling flat, the other flying towards her and coming to a stop at her feet. Not once did Miyu move, her calm complete, her spirit centered. Her tails swayed at the tips, but otherwise moved as one thanks to their binding down at the base and center. Her garments, red from the waist down and white above, flowed with the gusts of wind that followed the falling doors.

She opened her eyes to see the intruders pouring through the new hole in the wall. They were vast and varied, ranging from tigers and pandas to long-clawed sloths, foreigners to her lands and dressed sloppily, but nonetheless for war. Ramshackle pieces of armor adorned them, never a complete set to be seen, and they carried weapons at their sides that were marked and pitted and dulled.

They were not a professional army, but they were dangerous, nonetheless.

They looked at her with a hunger that she had not seen in years, not since her ascension from one tail to two, but she remembered what it meant. They looked her up and down, their eyes going into the slight gap in her top to try and see her breasts before dipping down to the swell of her hips in the red. She refused to give them the dignity of a response, keeping her hands together at chest level.

"This is Miyu's shrine," she said, her voice clear and firm. "I did not invite you, but I will bid you welcome if you wish to meditate in the land of my shrine."

"I don't come to meditate. I come for prizes."

The new voice came from further back in the crowd. Miyu waited as the various bandits slowly moved out of the way, spreading and parting for someone further back. It would be the leader, she had no doubt of that, and when he finally showed himself, she saw how he led them.

It was a great eastern dragon, a Long that stood nearly two feet higher than any of his followers. With a great black swathe of belly scales and white that ran along either side of him, he was a figure that could have been seen at a distance, a banner that walked on two legs. His face was defined with a long mustache that ran back and past his muzzle and over his neck and a beard that ran halfway down his chest, braided and thick. His mane, black as his belly, was likewise braided and ran down his back.

He showed no shame, no embarrassment for invading a place where he was not invited. If anything, he walked onto her lands with a cockiness that said 'I already own this.' She did not rise to the bait; a shrine maiden was to preserve her land, protect it, but not fight for it in quite the same way as a warrior. They were there to ensure that peace remained, and no more.

The bandit leader stepped forward, flicking out the leather vest that did nothing to hide his chest, and rested his hands on his belt. The leather trousers he wore ran down to just above his ankles, likely looted from someone else to try and give him some sense of modesty. At least, in hiding his privates.

"I'm here for whatever you have, shrine maiden."

"There are no prizes here," Miyu said. "Our shrine was made of humble wood, and our plants are nothing but the most common of herbs. Food is the only prize that you might find here."

The bandits behind the dragon looked dismayed, angry, but his smirk never faded. He walked up to her - no, strutted - and laid his hand on her shoulder.

"I said 'prizes,' woman. Not loot. Not treasure. Prizes. And that means that I'll take whatever I can get."

"Perhaps you will educate me, then. What prize do you seek?"

"Whatever I can get. If not money, then food. If not food, then pleasure."

"..."

"On your knees, shrine maiden. Unless you want me to unleash my followers on everyone on your land."

"It is not my land."

"But it is your shrine, yes?" He chuckled. "And your shrine is your responsibility...and so are they."

"..."

"Kneel, woman."

She had little choice in the matter. He had the right of it; her responsibilities involved caring for the shrine and the land around it, and the people in the villages were part of that responsibility. She would see them safe, though she doubted they would ever know what she was doing for them.

As she lowered herself to her knees, the bandits hooted and laughed. She folded her ears back, tuning them out as she looked up at the Long. The leader of the bandits chuckled, the hand on his belt sliding forward to the front and slowly undoing it. All the while, Miyu braced herself for what she would have to do. The task had been on the minds of some of the other kitsunes at different times of the year, what they would do for their mates when the pleasure times came around. It was...not something that she was practiced at, but she knew the approximate theory.

Then, he undid his belt and lowered his pants, and Miyu's 'understanding' was blown away.

The Long had a shaft that, while only half-hard, ran down his leg and almost reached his knee. Her breath caught in her throat as it steadily rose higher and higher in front of her, eventually rising over her nose and bobbing up and down over her muzzle, looming in a way not unlike the predators of the forest. It was as if the shaft itself could sense her, and wanted her.

She couldn't catch her breath as she stared at it, and something in her mind, something that was long-buried and only stirred on the occasion she touched a mind that was far from her and in the midst of some private 'communion' with another, roared to life. It took in the scent of the shaft, the way that it bobbed and throbbed - and yes, even leaked - just for her. It looked at it and felt the warmth of a man over a woman, and it was bestial. Bestial and powerful and begging for something that was unholy and wrong.

The dragon chuckled at her, pushing his cock down and smearing his pre-cum across her face. She shivered at the heat that soaked through her fur and down to her skin.

"Well? Are you going to do your job, or aren't you?" he asked.

"...I...will do my job."

It was hard to think clearly with the humiliation and arousal alike pulsing through her. This was something that should be horrifying, something that should burn in her with anger and fear or something of the like. And it did, there was no doubt about that; she wanted him gone, out of her lands, and there was no part of her that would have preferred him coming than seeing him leave. That part of her, that sane part, was still there, and it relieved her to know that it hadn't been burnt out.

But at the same time, there was a part of her, a much less sane part, that was curious about what that thing would feel like...elsewhere.

Think not, she told herself. Do what he has asked, and then he will leave, and it need never be considered again.

The kitsune slowly took his cock in hand, gripping the base and pulling it down. The leaking tip was hard not to stare at, particularly as it kept dripping along her muzzle until she held it in front of her lips. Some part of her considered it almost snake-like, as dangerous as one with the perverted venom that it dripped.

Do it. Do it and get it over with.

She slowly pulled it into her mouth, taking it past her lips and over her tongue. The taste was...thick. Thick and salty, and she wasn't sure if she liked it. Certainly, it was not the taste to crave, and she closed her eyes to try not to think about what she was doing.

"Heh, fuck her up, Kyoshiro!" one of the bandits shouted.

"Show that slut where she belongs!"

"Give her the dick!"

"Make her moan!"

Was this what the bandit did everywhere? Did this Kyoshiro spend all his time humiliating others by forcing them down the way that he had done to her? What a horrible man. What a horrid -

"MMPH!"

He shoved her down, his cock going right down her throat in a matter of seconds as soon as his hand was on the back of her head. She wheezed, trying to pull back, but he was too strong and she had no leverage. The idea of biting him popped into her head, but she couldn't bring herself to do it; there was no way to be sure that he would take that well or that she could intimidate him away. He might take it badly and do worse things.

So, she took it. She forced herself to calm down and take it, feeling it throbbing in the back of her throat, oozing into her stomach. He gripped her ears and pulled, dragging her back up his shaft, feeling the way that the thick head pulled at the inside of her throat all the way back. Back. Back.

"ULK!"

And then back down again, jammed into the depths of her throat. Another ear pull, dragging back, and she caught her breath -

"ULK!"

And another, and another, finding a rhythm as he fucked her face. She kept her hands at her sides, making sure that she didn't try and push him away, letting him use her mouth and throat. The feeling of his cock was something that she quickly got used to; being a shrine maiden meant being in touch with the natural rhythm of the world, and while this was not comfortable, the humping of men was...natural enough.

In, out, in, out, each time feeling the thick head pushing into her throat, tasting the thick warmth of his pre-cum, knowing what he was doing to her. He was rutting her throat the way that another man might have fucked someone in between their legs. Her mouth was his plaything, her throat his rutting place. In, out, in, out, his balls bumping against her chin, his thrusts getting harder and harder.

She was not a person in his eyes, she knew. She was something to break, something to humiliate. Every time that he bottomed out, she could feel the urge to push him away, and she had to suppress that.

For the sake of the shrine, for the sake of the people on it, she would give him his satisfaction.

In, out, in, out, and slowly, she got used to it. The constant pulling, the swallowing, the gasping for breath when it was far enough out to allow it; she learned the rhythm and moved with it, starting to move when he pulled, giving him something that might get him off faster. Her heart pulsed and beat against her ribs, at times feeling like it might break her chest. In, out, in, out, his hips pouncing against her face, the smell of his sex getting stronger as he forced himself into her again, again, again -

And then he held her down.

"Mmmmmm, take it...take it all down your throat, shrine maiden..."

It was thicker and hotter than she expected, and there was no escape. The pulsing, the throbbing, the spitting of that cock down her throat was everything that she had seen in the minds of others, but so much more real, now. It stuck to the back of her throat, forcing her to swallow hard to keep things clear. The taste of it washed up from the back of her neck, making her aware of the sheer saltiness and thickness - and yet, somehow, a creaminess to it - that she hadn't expected. It was overwhelming, forcing her to just keep swallowing, just keep pushing it down just to keep from being completely overwhelmed.

He pulled out slowly, taking his time, and she knew that he was doing it to really make her feel just how big he was, and how much he had conquered her. The nine-tail kept her eyes to slits as his shaft reached her mouth, resting on her tongue. It drooled over her lips when he finally pulled it free, and he wiped it side to side, as if anointing them with something holy.

Her tail had fallen to the ground, and she shook her head as he finished. She resisted the urge to wipe her lips, knowing that it would soil her uniform.

"Are you finished?" she asked, aware just how quiet her voice had become. "Are you done with what you've come to claim?"

"Hardly."

"You have had my mouth. Is that not enough?"

"Heh, you have far more for me to take."

He grabbed her clothes with one hand and shoved her with the other. His claws were sharp and his arms strong, and she tumbled backwards, ripping through her own garments. For the first time, raw shock consumed her, and so did shame as she hit the ground.

Miyu covered herself, her cheeks on fire as she wrapped her arm around her chest and tried to cross her legs. Before she could manage it, Kyoshiro was upon her, pushing her legs apart. She was too surprised to stop him, and yet, had no reason to.

The shock on the Long's face as he saw the holy strip of paper between her legs was worth the indignation of being stripped, and she managed to smile as he stared at the white line that covered her sex. She spread her legs further for him, though she did not take her hands from her breasts as his bandits looked over his shoulders to see what had stopped him.

"You cannot take this," she said. "It is protected by the power of the shrine, and the purity of nature."

"...Well, that's a kick in the teeth," he muttered.

"You spoiled my garments for nothing."

"Well...I wouldn't say nothing."

"What -"

"You have another hole, don't you?"

Her eyes went wide as he grabbed her and flipped her over, pushing her down to all fours. Her eyes went wider still as he showed his strength, pushing all nine of her tails up with one hand and thumbing her rump open, forcing the cheeks apart. His breath puffed against her, and the heat against that hole left her truly shocked.

"Wait. Wait, you didn't - that isn't for -"

"It's for my pleasure, at least," Kyoshiro said. "And you'd be surprised how many women start screaming for more once they realize what they can get. Heh. You ain't had anyone in here yet, have you?"

Miyu's thoughts were scrambled, her ability to think completely shattered. The purity of one's sex had always been a cornerstone for the shrine maidens; they protected it vigorously, and the holy paper that she wore was common among them. To sacrifice pleasure for the sake of purity, both their own and the lands that they were tied to, was part of being a shrine maiden. To have someone tell her that there was a way around it -

He was behind her, now, and his cock throbbed between her cheeks. Miyu could see it in her mind's eye, her mouth hanging open as she gasped for breath. It was still unreal to her, impossible that someone would go so far as to try and do this. He thrust between her cheeks, the tip of his shaft hot and wet with his juices and her spit. It ground up, up, up, sliding past the paper and -

"Ah!"

She gasped as it tapped against her hole. It was...sensitive back there, far more sensitive than she realized it could be. Her entire body was warming up, heating up to a point that she had not felt since she was far less learned.

What...did he do something to me? she wondered. Did he poison me? Drug me? Change me somehow when he...he forced that thing down my throat?

For her body was aroused, and it burned for the chance to experience something. The same nearly-bestial instincts that had seized her at the sight of his cock were running through her again, begging for the chance to be filled with that thing and experience what it was like to be some broken beast, some bred woman. She shook her head, trying to think through it, trying to push -

But no. He did not let her crawl away. He grabbed her by the hip and tail, pulling her back, and the tip of his cock lodged right against her rim. Miyu gasped again, staring straight ahead, feeling her heart pound as if it was going to leap right out of her chest and fall on the ground in front of her.

"Ah, ah. You stay here, and I just take you. You try and run, and I let the boys go after all the other villagers. Remember?"

"..."

"Keep your tails up."

She lifted them as high as she could, feeling the air kiss her rump as much as his cock did. As he rolled his hips forward, sliding his cock between her cheeks again and again, it was impossible not to think about how wet she was getting back there. His pre-cum did something, but so did her own juices, staining but not removing the strip of paper between her legs.

Why did she like this? What was wrong with her? Why -

POP!

The next thrust took her breath away as he pushed his tip past her hole. Her eyes went wide and her mouth hung open as it went in, in, in...and the burning, the stretching, the strange feeling of being so full in a place that was normally so empty made her wheeze for more.

No, no, I shouldn't...I shouldn't...

And yet, she did. She was grateful that her chest was pinned to the ground so that nobody could see how hard her nipples were getting, that her back was to the bandits so they couldn't see whatever faces that she was making, but it felt good. Oh, there was some discomfort from how large he was, but the further he went, the more he spread his pre-cum around, and the better that it felt to have something in there. It was like a curse spreading through her body, a hunger that she had no words for, and it was getting stronger and stronger with each inch of his cock that slid inside of her.

Finally, his sac tapped against the paper that covered her sex, but she still could barely get her breath back. The wrongness of the whole situation refused to fade, and yet, that too fed the thing inside of her that wanted this. This wasn't what she was supposed to do, and it made it feel...hotter.

Her insides clenched, and Kyoshiro chuckled.

"There it is. That hidden need in every shrine maiden. That hunger that you just can't ignore?"

"Nnngh?!"

"Forbidden fruit. It was always out of your reach...and now...it's not your fault. You're being made to enjoy it...and you can't stop it."

Even as she tried to shake her head, he started pulling out, and the sheer intensity of something that big moving inside of her shook her to the core. She would have slumped face-down into the ground if she wasn't already pressed down that way, and her body went limp, relying on his hands to keep her up. The feeling of helplessness only grew the more that he pushed down on her, pulling out, then in, out, in, out, in.

The regular rhythm that he had established for her mouth came back for her other end, and this time, there was more than just the taboo of what she was doing to feed the beast inside. She could feel the hunger that came from being filled, spread, destroyed back there, and her breath came faster, faster, faster as he started thrusting harder, forcing her to push her ass back against him -

No, not even forcing. She was starting to do it on her own. The humiliation grew as she realized that it wasn't even his fault that she was starting to push back. It was her body, her wants, her needs that were finally waking up after so many years being completely chaste.

No, no, I can't...

But her body wanted it. The heat that each thrust brought with it - for no matter how much he leaked, he was still fucking her tightest hole - brought pleasure. Not just that, but a reminder that this was something that she 'shouldn't' do. Something that shrine maidens weren't meant for.

And yet, it felt...good. Amazing. Powerful.

In, out, in, out, each time feeling like he was somehow getting longer, reaching deeper into her. She could feel her needs climbing, and as he started to slow down, she started to push back, trying to get him in again. Each time that her hips slid back without him pulling, her cheeks burned with shame, but her body was rapidly moving out of her control. The pleasure that came from getting butt-fucked -

No shrine maiden says that. That isn't me. That isn't me.

And yet, she was thinking it. Butt-fucked. Ass-slut. Spread wide, showing off a star that was no longer tight, but a gaping hole that needed to be filled time and time again. The very image of her own rump held high, spread and showing off what Kyoshiro had done to her, was enough.

"NNNGH!"

She came right then and there. It was the first orgasm in years for her, the first time that she had gone over the edge and felt something like completion since she had become a shrine maiden. How many years? How many years?

"Look at that. And I thought that the one I took last year was sensitive. Were you that pent-up, shrine maiden?"

Miyu had no words for him, for her mind was elsewhere. Through her connection to the shrine she felt everyone else, and was briefly connected to the hearts and bodies of every kitsune, every part of the land around the shrine. She could feel them, and realized that they were being affected with what was happening to her.

Several pairs were shifting up, going from working together to fondling each other. One had stopped in their work in the river, reaching under their tails to probe at themselves in embarrassment and curiosity. Still others were feeling the heat of arousal and trying to ignore it, going about their daily duties.

And it spread further than that, touching the trees, the ground, the spirits themselves. The lust that came from her was just as much a part of the world as the balance that she had pushed through the shrine before. Her purity had maintained the balance, and the pleasure that she felt now was disturbing it.

She had to stop. She had to -

"NNGH!"

Kyoshiro rammed into her once more, and her breath was pushed right out of her lungs. He spanked her, slapping her ass, and she felt the jiggle in a way that she had never felt before. The sheer heft of him was like a beating every time that he rammed in, but it was a beating that made her more and more aware of her body, more and more conscious of every sensitive spot that it had.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Her asshole clung to his cock as he started pulling out to the tip, no longer just fucking her, but making her fuck him back. In, out, in, out, each time slamming in as far as he could, making her feel his scales slam against her rump, making her feel his cock driving her pucker in just to pull it out again. She felt like it had become another mouth, voraciously attached to his cock, sucking it in and following it out to get more.

She felt so loose. She felt so stained, so broken, so dirty.

And yet, that made her wetter, hotter, needier than ever. Her hands twitched, gripping at the ground in desperation for something to hold onto, and her mind wandered. She tried to focus through the rut, but every thrust made her think of how good it felt to have something in her ass. Balance was knocked off its pedestal in favor of something thick, hard, and hot back there, and she couldn't stop.

In minutes, he no longer needed to thrust. She pushed her ass back time and time again, ramming her pucker down his cock, feeling the stretch and then clenching tight around him, holding him inside of her. All the way down, all the way up, and all the way down again.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

He chuckled, squeezing her ass. She had always had a big ass, but the kitsune was more aware of it now than she had ever been in her past. Every time he groped it, every time that she slammed it down against his crotch, every time that it jiggled from its own size, she saw herself as the fat-ass that she had become. No matter how hard she had devoted herself to the principles of the shrine maiden, it had never lost that heft that it had always had.

Ripped clothes. Exposed rump. Her holiness being drained with every thrust of her hips. She could feel it happening, could feel the corruption going from her to the land around her. Miyu knew that she had to stop before it was too late, but her body was out of her control. It felt so good, felt so right to have something under her tails, something breaking her in and giving her what she couldn't give herself.

Her thoughts slipped, and they didn't come back until the heat of pleasure did.

Kyoshiro eventually moaned, cumming in her, and the heat of his seed was enough to give her something different. She arched her back, cumming with him, her juices spraying the holy paper between her legs. Nothing dripped through, but the corruption of it...

The land and the people on it warped still further. The beasts of the land were changing, and the trees, as well. She could feel some of the ancient ones starting to lift their roots, questing for places to put them. The water was no longer entirely pure, and the sweetness to the springs came with something more, something to heat the blood and warm the body. She groaned, shaking her head as the Long pulled back.

"It's started, hasn't it?" he asked.

"What...why...why..."

"I told you. I came for prizes. What greater prize than to twist the land itself, and break the holiest of things?"

"Ah...ah..."

He walked over her, stepping on her head. The pressure of his foot on her face sent a shiver through her, a reminder of how far she'd fallen. Worse, it felt...good. Good to be pinned in place under his heel as her ass dribbled his seed for his entire army to see.

"Men!"

She heard the bandits jump, armor rattling and weapons clicking. The Long ground his foot against her head.

"Break her in. Don't take that thing off her pussy, but her ass, her tits, her mouth, whatever you want. Use her. Show her where she belongs. When she's broken, we'll know, heh."

Her breath caught in her throat as the bandits rushed her. She was lifted off the ground, turned around, pulled into one of the pandas' laps. She felt a thick bear cock rubbing between her cheeks again, grinding against the slime oozing from her hole, while others grabbed at her ears and pulled her head back, making sure that she couldn't get away from a cock already pushing towards her lips. Still another grabbed her breasts, pushing them together and already humping away between them.

When she thought that it could get no more undignified, she felt others gathering close, grinding against her belly, and another grabbed her feet, pulling at her ankles until they could press their shafts to her soles. Her sandals were thrown away, and she doubted that she'd ever see them again.

Miyu moaned as the panda yanked her down, impaling her ass, and whatever thoughts of trying to save herself faded as her head was fully tilted back and her throat filled. The tiger fucking her face shoved deep, and from this angle, his balls were right over her nose instantly. It flooded her with the raw musk of a man on a mission to rut her, and the slime raining down on her from all sides was like rain falling into the well she was trapped in.

She sank, and as she sank, she fell into depravity. Every touch grew more pleasurable, every hand, every cock against her that much more wonderful. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets and she stopped thinking.

She only felt.

Only fucked.

Only moaned.

In, out, in, out.

The grinding, thrusting, moaning mess that surrounded her became her entire world, and through her, the bandits were fucking the very land itself. Her hope of protecting her people was shattered as each orgasm they inflicted on her spread through everything she was connected to. Her pleasure, her fall, dragged them all down with her.

And yet, that guilt, that shame, was only more pleasure for that dark part of her mind that was so eager for more. It seized on that, tormenting her as the bandits passed her around. The tiger down her throat was replaced with a long-clawed sloth. The panda under her was replaced with a snow leopard. Each new cock was another experience, and their pleasure, their wanton use of her, was soon all that she needed.

And more, all that she wanted.

The End

Summary: Miyu is a shrine maiden whose shrine has been invaded. Hoping to appease the bandits and keep them from going further, she allows them to use her. It might be a mistake.

Tags: M/F, Maledom, Breaking, Dub-Con, Eastern Dragon, Kitsune, 9-tailed Kitsune, Humiliation, Musk, Oral, Blowjob, Throatfucking, Bandits, Shrine Maiden, Corruption, Anal, Anal Slut, Miniseries, Orgasm, Cum, Creampie, Size Difference, Mass Corruption, Gangbang,