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A Kitsune's Fair Share By Draconicon

Her three tails skimmed the lower branches of the trees as she crouched by the dirt road. Among the old footprints, the kitsune made out the tracks of two outriders. Their scent was fresh, barely half an hour old.

Sakura smiled. Anyone with outriders was someone with money and supplies, both badly needed.

The kitsune turned to the east, gauging the distance between the turn in the road and Heian-kyo in the distance. The riders wouldn't have reached the city yet, and as she hadn't scented the travelers as of yet, she had time to make a move.

"Okaasan, I'm bored."

Her smile tightened, her center tail twitching as she looked over her shoulder.

"Hideo-kun. Go away and play."

"I'm bored. I want something."

Like his father, he most certainly was not. She stood up as she turned around, looking down at her son.

He took a step back, but the young kit's face continued to convey his casual disdain. He barely came to her waist - though his flicking ears might come a few centimeters above - yet he lounged about all day as though she was a servant.

It was his five tails, she felt. He saw the difference between their tail number and nothing else. With five, she knew he considered himself in charge, despite the fact that she brought in all the food, all the money. He did nothing, and in her eyes, he was nearly nothing. What hopes she had for a son who would replace his father had been dying for years, and lately the grave seemed to be dug faster than ever.

"Okaasan, I -"

Her left tail pressed against his lips. Nibbling teeth - not even proper fangs as of yet - pressed through her fur as he tried to keep talking. She loomed over him, crossing her arms under her red-furred breasts.

"Go back into the woods and play. Or we'll have nothing, and I will have to eat you instead."

The first time she'd said that phrase, she'd used it as a joke. As she pulled her tail back, Sakura realized she was seriously considering it.

Perhaps he saw it in her eyes, because her boy turned and left. His tails bobbed over his little rump, and as his little sac appeared between his legs, her smile returned briefly. He was growing up, physically if not mentally.

It was a short-lived thought as it brought another to mind. Experimentally, she lowered a hand between her legs, brushing her fingers against her lower lips before sniffing them. The pads along her fingers were damp, and a familiar scent rose from them.

"Heat...The caravan will have three things for me, then."

Sakura turned to the woods again. She doubted her son had gone far, but she didn't have time to chase him back home. There was no telling how far off the caravan was, and she still needed to transform and find a proper ambush point.

As she walked along the road, her tails lit up. Heatless fire ran from the base to the tips, throwing a scarlet light upon the trees and earth. She dragged the tips of her tails along her face and down her body as she focused her mind on a different shape.

The power of a kitsune lay in illusion and transformation more than anything else, and Sakura was a master at it. Her slender muzzle shrank into her face, replaced by a short nose and soft lips. Long ears pulled into the sides of her head, the tips remaining ever so slightly pointed, an affectation she found attracted more than a few men.

She dropped onto her heels as her magic ran up her body, black slippers covering her new feet before the earth could foul them. Scarlet light turned to scarlet robes, strategically ripped along the legs to allow a casual indecency. Fur - her lovely, lovely fur - fell to the ground in clumps. She sighed, shaking her head as smooth, pale skin was revealed in its place.

Holding up her hands, she watched as her new skin tone appeared, feeling like a ghost as her hands turned pale. Her claws shrunk back, losing their dark color and becoming a soft pink. Much like other places, she thought. She flexed her new digits - so much more slender than normal - as the soft sleeves of her new dress flowed down her arms.

For a moment, she considered adding more to her hips or chest, but decided against it. If anything, she needed to shrink them, and she did, pushing in the massive globes on her chest. The latest tastes of human males seemed to favor those with smaller assets, and she had seen several brides that were almost childlike in appearance. It would be better for her chances, she thought, to appear as close to that as she could.

Before shrinking away her tails, she examined the tears she'd left in the dress. Nothing truly indecent was exposed, but with the amount of leg and curvature she had on display, it would be a rare man that could resist her.

The transformation had taken barely a handful of seconds. As she walked along the road, she entertained thoughts of what she'd find. More, she fantasized of what she would do with the things that she'd take from the caravan. The money, the food, the wine; all of it would go to a good cause. Herself.

And Hideo-kun, as well, she supposed. She would not tempt luck by starving him, not when it was already so against her. And while it was unlikely he would ever change, her hopes still burned in her mind.

Or perhaps between my legs, she thought, feeling herself clench. There better be at least one man looking for a woman, or I may have to exert myself.

In barely more than twenty minutes, she picked up the scent of oils and sweat mingling together in delectable foulness. Only humans created such a strange mix, and then only the richest. She truly had gotten lucky. With the scent nearby, she'd soon be found.

A little magic transformed a pebble into a roadside boulder, and she leaned on it, wiggling back and forth until she felt sufficiently draped over it. The rock poked her in several uncomfortable places, but it couldn't be helped. She didn't have the power to reshape the boulder like she did herself. That power was reserved for kitsunes with more tails than her.

Like Hideo.

Much as she disliked the thought, he had a great deal of potential. While he could never be as strong as his father, he could easily grow stronger than her if he ever applied himself. If he ever stopped obeying her orders, then it meant that a rebellion against her authority wouldn't be far behind. She needed to keep an eye on him.

Her hand slid beneath her dress as she considered her son, and she momentarily considered giving herself a pleasant distraction. The scent of humans on the wind dissuaded her. It was one thing to look assaulted, but another to look as if she had enjoyed it. She needed pity and desire, not disgust and annoyance.

Speeding up her breathing until she was panting, Sakura closed her eyes to slits. She knew from practice how to appear helpless, as it had been a favorite trick of hers before Hideo's birth. Now, it was one of the few that worked without a partner.

She'd been panting for 5 minutes before banners crested the nearby hill. They swayed on the backs of samurai and from the banner bearer at the lord's side. She ignored the banner, as the lord's identity was immaterial. What mattered were the number of men at his side.

She deemed it workable. Of the twenty armed men she could see, she doubted more than two would 'attend' to her, and the others would be searching for threats from without, not within. As soon as she was done with her own needs, she could grab what she required and leave without being seen.

Suppressing a smile, she closed her eyes and went limp against the rock. The sounds of hoof beats and speech grew louder by the minute, until -

"Lady? Lady, do you live?"

Sakura let out a groan, slowly lifting herself from the rock. She felt her dress slide along her left breast, nearly falling past her nipple. As the non-samurai glanced down, she hid a smirk.

"I - pardon, my lord. I did not mean to shame myself by showing such things."

"The shame will pass. Who did this to you?"

"A bandit, sirs. A bandit that fled as he heard you approach."

The guards behind the speaker started talking amongst themselves. As expected, they turned their weapons to the woods, and - happily - away from the caravan. A forest like this was the perfect spot for an ambush, if one had the numbers. After a long journey like this, people would be tired and not at their best.

After a whispered conference with one of his soldiers, the lord looked at her.

"You will join us for the remainder of our journey. There is room in one of the norimonos for you." He nodded to one of his men. "Show her to it."

"You offer me much honor, great one."

"I would be remiss not to."

The caravan started again as she was led towards the end of it. Past the samurai in the front were several large litters, carried by peasants and bearing several people behind thick curtains. Sakura paused as she stepped into one, turning to the soldier.

"Please. I cannot bear the thought of being alone. Sit with me."

"My duty is to protect the lord."

"Please, it would do no harm to sit with me for a few minutes. After what happened, I-I cannot think of being alone."

"...As you wish."

The soldier closed the curtains behind him as he sat beside her. Light was sparse, and the curtains held in a great deal of heat. In barely a minute she began to sweat, and she wiped her forehead slowly.

Having a young man at her side made her hot in a different way, as well. It was irksome at first, considering she still needed to plan out her theft and escape, but she couldn't deny she liked having a male at her side again. True, he was human and thus technically below her, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. She could use him and then throw him away, and unlike a kitsune, he wouldn't leave her pregnant and raising another child.

She looked him over in the dark. He had a strong body, and his scent was not mixed with the same oils and perfumes as most others. Better still, he was foolish enough to believe her story. A gullible lover was always preferable.

"Sir."

"Yes?"

"I...I am sorry, but..."

"What is it?"

"I...I can't take being in these clothes anymore."

"What?!"

"They're ripped, ruined. The bandit did...so many terrible things to me. He...he..."

"He what?"

She could barely keep a straight face. He actually believed she was this frantic young maiden. It was almost too fun to play with these humans.

Grabbing his hand, she dragged it through one of the rips in her dress. She heard his gasp as she forced one of his fingers inside of her, pushing it well past where her barrier would have been.

"He...He stole this...from me..."

"How...how could anyone do that...to someone like you?"

Oh, he was trying to hold back, but she could see his excitement. This human is getting more appealing by the second, she thought as she saw the stretching in his clothes. She bit back a chuckle, weakly pushing at his finger as he forced it further in.

Yes, yes, that's it, boy. Get it in good and deep for me, Sakura thought.

"You feel so..."

"Don't look at me!"

"Violated..."

She turned away as he pushed his finger in deeper. Whatever compassion he had seemed to disappear. She wasn't surprised. Humans never saw beyond the ends of their noses when it came to getting something they wanted, and what he wanted right now was her.

The norimono shifted as he pinned her down. Sakura faked a whimper, squirming beneath him as he cupped his hand against her crotch, forcing her legs apart. Her heat was strong enough that she didn't have to fake her moans as her body pushed up against him.

"You have already lost your honor...It won't matter if you lose a little more."

How sweet, you're trying to comfort me, Sakura thought with a silent laugh. Don't take too long, boy. Your words aren't what I want right now.

Still, she shuddered as he pulled his fingers out of her. She needed this more than she thought, considering the way her pussy squeezed futilely on empty air. Leaning back, she watched as the young soldier fumbled with his clothes, pulling the knotted strings apart before pulling his pants down.

What lay beneath wasn't as impressive as a kitsune, but it was definitely a prime example of human masculinity. It lacked a proper sheath, of course, and the length was strangely multi-colored between the shaft and head, but she was used to the differences by now. She barely waited for him to pull her hand to his cock, before grabbing it willingly. The way that it throbbed beneath her fingers both aroused and disappointed her. She loved the feeling, but she knew it meant he was already close.

Chancing her magic, she shifted her weight to allow one tail to slide out. It flowed around his arm as he rubbed her pussy again and drew a single line around the base of his cock.

"What -"

"Please..."

He looked back at her, and she threw herself into the act. She took all the real pleasure, all the imagined grief of a woman raped, and spread it over her face. Her mouth opened in a soft 'o' as she cooed from three of his fingers sliding into her heated slit.

"Please...be gentle..."

"...I make no promises."

He fell on her, his cock sliding in deep, and she let out a muffled squeal. Despite being shaped all wrong for a kitsune, just having another male inside her felt wonderful. She had neglected herself for too long, and she didn't plan on making that mistake again.

She rocked against him, unable to stop even as her eagerness almost gave her away. She swore it was only the soldier's own need that kept him from noticing hers, and she did everything she could to encourage that. She rolled her hips back to meet him, swallowing his shaft into her as deep as it would go. There were parts untouched, sparking memories of what she had once had, but she pushed them away. Those memories were for later, not now.

He yanked her arms above her head, holding her down as he 'forced' himself upon her. She squirmed, but only to keep him interested. Their litter shook, and she felt his balls pulling up as he neared his climax. She grinned, closing her eyes in anticipation.

And then he pulled out. Groaning in frustration, she opened her eyes again.

"Why..."

"Shh!"

He put a finger on her lips, the digit stained with her juices. Momentary anger faded in the heat of her lust, and she sucked on it. The soldier blushed - something even she could barely see in the darkness - before pulling it back.

"Why did you stop?"

"I heard something. Please, wait here."

"But -"

"I will return shortly."

Sakura struggled to keep from grabbing him with her tails. The only thing that kept him from becoming her personal toy that moment was her greater need for the supplies. They would feed her and her son for weeks, if not months. She could find more humans to use if she needed, but she wouldn't find a jackpot like this again anytime soon.

Leaning over, she held the curtain open for the soldier before leaning out as well. She looked up and down the caravan, trying to search for some sign of what the human had heard, but nothing seemed out of place.

It was probably nothing, she thought. After all, what could a human hear that a kitsune couldn't?

"Oneesan, please stay in the litter."

She turned to the peasant speaking to her. His eyes were downcast, which she appreciated, but...

She looked down, realizing that he was staring between her legs. A breeze from behind blew the dress to the side, exposing her sex to the lower men. Sakura didn't care; if the peasant wanted to stare, let him. It was all he would get of her, unlike the soldier. Taking a human for a lover was one thing, but taking a peasant was something else.

She turned around -

"Creature to the left!"

Sakura's ears pricked up at the call. She immediately turned around, her eyes scanning the tree line.

Her little boy stood at the side of the road, naked as he had always been. His teeth were bared at a soldier on the ground, and his tails weaved back and forth behind him. The other men were gathering weapons and hurrying to support their fellows.

It took her a moment to realize that the injured soldier was the one she'd been teasing. The realization turned her frustration with Hideo-kun to rage.

"Little idiot."

Gritting her teeth, Sakura darted back into the litter and removed her disguise. The dress and pale skin fell away, red and white fur taking its place as her tails expanded around her. Her magic glowed along her tails as they surrounded her like a cocoon, forcing her into a new shape.

Pebbly green skin replaced her sleek red fur, covering her like a wave of swamp slime. Thick muscles grew beneath the green flesh, bulking her up, and the norimono swayed beneath her as the peasants were obviously caught by surprise.

She forced the changes on, growling to herself for needing to take this brutish body. With the way that her son had leaped into the situation, there was no time for subtlety.

Her head bumped the top of the litter, nearly breaking through as new horns burst out of her head. Thick fingers and broad feet pushed against the sides and floor, her new claws nearly shredding the cloth. Like her limbs, her body as a whole thickened with muscle and paunch, and as she flexed her arms, she felt the strength of the muscles within.

As her tails retreated, she hastily examined her work. The flesh was the right color, and the horns felt like the right shape. The number of eyes...yes, that was good too. Her gender was more or less indistinguishable in this form, but she was pretty sure that she had remained female.

Now for the finishing touch.

"Oni!"

She shouted the dreaded word at the top of her lungs, only to shriek as if in pain. The peasants halted, and she let loose.

Ripping the norimono apart, she fell to the ground with a thud. A cloud of dust rose around her, and the peasants scattered away. The soldiers around the lord turned her way, only to freeze in place.

Sakura didn't waste her time with them. Shoving two soldiers out of the way - something quite easy with her new body - she ran down the line of supply horses. She ripped the saddlebags from them one by one, gradually making her way closer to Hideo and the soldiers threatening him.

Unfortunately, not all of the soldiers were running away. Several kept pace with her on the outer edges of the caravan. Sakura growled, punching one of the horses at her side. The oni's body had the strength to send it far further than she ever could as a kitsune, and it knocked one soldier down and pinned him to the ground. Looking to the other side, she saw the other one freeze, his hands shaking around his spear.

He wouldn't be bothering her.

She body-slammed her way through to her son, kicking one of the soldiers threatening the little idiot. He went flying like a child's ball, and the others pulled back.

She ignored them and their spears, focusing her attention on the little kit. She wrapped her hand around his waist and lifted him up with a glare. For once, he pulled back from her rage. His usual cockiness and laziness was gone, replaced by fear. Fear of her.

Sakura found that she liked that.

The point of a spear jarred her out of her happy place, and she roared as she turned on the humans. One held a spear dotted with her blood, and the others looked ready to claim the same prize. Even the lord had joined his soldiers, brandishing a katana in a formal pose.

"Monsters that prey on men will not live long."

He was correct, though not because he was willing to fight. She had a pretty good chance of winning in this body, though not perfect. But so many human deaths would send ripples through the ranks of kitsune society, and that was a problem she didn't need.

So she turned and ran.

Even in this body she could move faster than the humans could. She leaped over logs and around trees, soon disappearing in the darkness. Clasping Hideo to her chest - more to silence the brat than to comfort him - she ran for her life. She didn't stop until she could hear nothing but the sounds of the forest.

Releasing her magic, she allowed the green, ogre-ish form to slip away. She sighed in relief as her fur grew back, her tails swaying as they were let free. Stroking her ears as they grew back to their proper length and points, she took pleasure in her being in her own skin again.

"Okaasan..."

Sakura looked down. Yes. Her son. She pulled him away from her chest - her breasts thudding together as he was removed from between them - and shook her head.

"Get out of my sight."

"But I want -"

Growling, she grabbed his tail. With a wrenching tug, she lifted him off the ground and kept pulling until his wide eyes were level with hers.

"Get out of my sight. Hide. Swim. Do something. But stay out of my sight if you don't want me to break you for what you've done."

He nodded, and she lowered him to the ground. As soon as his feet touched earth he was off, and she took some sadistic pleasure in seeing that it was the fastest he'd moved in his life.

Taking a few deep breaths, she pulled the saddlebags off of her shoulders. Even as a three tailed kitsune, strength did not come so naturally to this form as it had in the oni one.

After taking inventory of the contents, she snarled. Enough for a month, normally, but now far less. The humans would report seeing an oni and a kitsune, and even her magic couldn't keep away the patrols that would come to investigate. They would have to find a new place to live, and that would eat through the takings quickly.

She consoled herself with the fact that at least she'd gotten some revenge on the humans. The lord would carry the shame of a woman killed in his protection, and the soldier that had 'used' her would carry his shame until the day he died.

Still, this was hardly ideal. A caravan that size should have yielded three months of supplies, easily. If she'd had even an hour more to work, they would have been set for the rest of the season. Thanks to the little idiot, they'd be lucky not to be starving in a few weeks.

To top it all off, neither she nor the soldier had finished. Sakura sighed, squatting back as her hand slid between her thighs. Her sex dripped, her fingers soon drenched and dripping to the ground below. Her heat continued unabated, and it continued clawing at the edge of her thoughts. Even as she planned how to keep the two of them alive, she was distracted by how good it had felt in the norimono, and yet how much she still needed.

It was times like this that she missed Katsu most. Ten years ago, she'd had a partner both competent and powerful, fulfilling any role in her plans and then satisfying her in bed. Her seven-tailed mate had been a male she'd been proud to have, and she had owned him, heart and soul. That alone would have been intoxicating enough, but the way that he had in bed...

She leaned against the tree as her fingers stroked over her sex. It wouldn't be ignored any longer, and it was a distraction she could ill-afford now. Better a little indulgence now than a breakdown later.

Her fingers filled her even less than the human cock, but it was enough for the moment. Sakura sighed, her head leaning back as she used three fingers to spread herself open. They plunged deep, soaked in seconds before she pulled them back. She was gushing, soaking her hand and the ground below, but she didn't care. She needed more. She forced them in again, and again, her hips rocking forward to meet her hand.

In seconds she was riding her fingers like stunted cocks. With her breasts bouncing up and down, slapping against her chest loudly, and her pussy giving way before a fourth finger, she could imagine things were different. She could pretend that she was younger, back in her teens when she'd first had Katsu, when she was still in charge of her own life.

As she clenched down on her fingers, her mind slipped back, and - freed by the pleasure - she let the memories come.

#

Katsu. His name meant so many things. Katsu, the seven tailed kitsune. Katsu, the great bandit. Katsu, the talented lover.

Katsu, the father of the child in her belly.

Sakura still couldn't believe that had happened, and she stroked her belly gently as her golden husband lay beside her. There were no outward signs of the kit growing in her yet, but it wouldn't be long. Her fourteen year old body would soon balloon as the child formed within her.

I will be ugly, she thought. Even with the many transformations available to kitsunes, pregnancy would be difficult to hide. That was if she could transform at all, as carrying a child made it much more difficult, and dangerous. Too great a transformation would risk killing the child, and as much as she didn't want him, Katsu did. And, strangely, she felt like she could indulge him in this.

She turned her head to him again. Katsu smiled and pressed his hand against her belly.

"He'll be a good legacy for our name, Sakura."

"If he is a he. It might be a female."

"And if it is, we'll raise her to be as good as her mother at everything."

His hand slid down, and her pussy twitched as he touched her. His seed still oozed from an earlier session, and as he slid two fingers inside of her, she knew that he wanted another. Her tails spread with her legs as she presented herself to him.

"Are you planning on giving our child a twin?"

"Mmm, I wouldn't mind trying."

"Then get in me, Katsu. I still need you."

He never needed to be told anything twice, let alone that. He rolled on top of her, his length sliding into her and forcing her open. His size was nearly too much for her, and she couldn't imagine an adult kitsune handling it any better. Her toes curled as he pushed in deep, her other hole puckering as his leftover seed dribbled over it.

He grabbed her thighs, holding her still as his growing knot slid inside. Even barely there, it still tugged at her going in and going out. It made her shudder, knowing how sore he'd leave her. Yet she wanted him to take her as hard as he could, no matter how much walking would hurt in the morning.

He hilted in her again, and she felt his sac rubbing against her. All that seed inside, just waiting to be spilled. Sakura grinned as she reached around and grabbed it. He gasped, and she smirked.

"Don't hold back, Katsu. I can take it."

"Mm, aren't you worried I'll hurt our son?"

"You should be worried that I'll knock you down and ride you to death."

They laughed, but he took her seriously. As he took her harder, faster, she let go of his balls and wrapped her arms around him properly. Their sleeping mat slid across the ground, forced along with every thrust. Her breasts, still in the process of growing, bounced and jiggled as he stole the breath from her body.

It was exactly what she wanted.

Soon she felt his knot growing bigger, slowing him down as it popped in and out of her until it got too big. Even after several years, she could not believe how big it got. She trembled, her body dreading and needing that knot. That feeling of being stretched to her limits was like nothing else in the world.

She reached up, her hands stroking his cheeks. She stared into his eyes as his knot pressed against her. Slick and wet, she still had to push back to make it fit, her eyes slowly closing as his thickness slowly slid in. It forced her so wide, her pussy pushed almost beyond what it could take. It was -

"Ah...ach..."

That...that wasn't right. Sakura looked up, her eyes going wide. Sticking out from Katsu's chest was a knife. Katsu stared at it for a second before slumping forward, his body twitching in death. He continued unloading inside of her, spurting hard as he breathed his last.

From the shadows, a masked human stood up. In their hand, another knife gleamed in the moonlight.

Sakura whipped her head to the side, narrowly avoiding the thrown knife. She heard it stab through her pillow as she moved, rolling Katsu's body along out of necessity and protection. Rolling him onto his back, she lashed out with her tails.

The first blow knocked the knife out of the human's hand. The next blow sent him flying through the window.

Panting in rage, she turned back to her mate. Ripping the knife from his chest, she pressed her hands to the wound, but the blood had already stopped flowing. She looked to his face, hoping to see some sign of life, but his eyes were glazed and unseeing.

He was gone.

It had been years since she'd cried, but losing him was more than she could take. Lacking anything else to punish, she hit him, punching his chest as she wept.

"Why...why now?! How did...why did you let your guard down?!"

She collapsed on his chest, feeling his blood soaking into her fur and not caring. She kept hitting him, punching him as her tears soaked into his neck, her body aching for all the wrong reasons as she remained locked with him.

Even when he went soft and she could move, she didn't. With his body heat fading, she lay on him, her claws digging into his chest as she choked on her grief.

It took the return of the human to bring her out of it.

#

Sakura opened her eyes, the smoky memory fading away as she looked to the sky. That day had been ten, almost eleven years ago now. The small hostel that had been their love nest had burned to the ground that night, and the human burned with it. She'd never figured out who it was. First the search was stalled by her pregnancy, and now, by caring for its result.

She turned her head, ears twitching in response to far-away sounds. Hideo had reached the river, then. Doubtlessly he was just waiting for her to bring him his share of the loot, just like always.

Just the thought of him having anything from the takings had her grinding her teeth. He'd gone too far, nearly gotten them killed, and he would still expect something for nothing. When she was his age, she'd worked just as hard as her mate, and had been worth an equal share. She'd nearly ruined him with her coddling. Now it was time for him to work, and work hard.

With her juices still running down her legs, she had the perfect idea for his first task. She knew that he wasn't going to like it.

And, at this point, she didn't care.

#

Hideo grumbled as he floated several pebbles off of the ground. Despite his attempts to amuse himself by transforming them, he couldn't help but feel his boredom get worse.

He looked over his shoulder, but there was still no sign of his mother. She was probably keeping all the good stuff to herself. Again. Probably she'd stolen something womanly and was playing with it while keeping all the good things from him.

As the rocks spun around, he realized one of them looked like her. He thought about throwing it against one of the trees, but decided not to. His mother might hear it, and he didn't want to see her angry again.

Shudders ran down his spine as he thought about her baring her teeth at him. When she'd told him to leave, it had been too easy to imagine them around his throat. He reached up, rubbing the imaginary tooth marks before shaking his head.

"Okaasan is stupid. I'm a five-tailed kitsune, so she should do what I say."

Pulling his tails around him, he stroked his fingers over the orange-furred lengths. They were brighter than his mother's, and filled with more magic. By kitsune tradition he should have been calling the shots. Snorting, he thought about commanding her to give him everything this time instead of the scraps she usually doled out. He liked the idea.

Though, those teeth...

He tried not to think of them as he stood up. The rocks fell to the ground as he dusted himself off. Most of the dirt clung to him, though, particularly on his rump and his sac. He sighed. It looked like he'd need a bath. Much as he was tempted to use more magic, he doubted his mother would like that.

Turning left, he made his way to the river that cut through the woods. It didn't take long to reach its slowest part, and he paused at the treeline. Double checking that there were no threats around, Hideo slowly walked down to the bank before sliding into the water. It was freezing, but he forced himself in up to his neck.

Thankfully his magic heated the water around him. The spell to heat up large bodies of water would have been better, but his mother hadn't taught him that yet. She'd said he 'wasn't ready' for it, even though he had more tails than her.

"I bet I could make food, too, if she'd just teach me."

But she wouldn't. Oh, he had the power for it; all five tails could do something that simple. But his mother had to know the spell. She just couldn't use it, and since she couldn't, she wouldn't let him have it either.

He sighed. Every time he started feeling happy, his mother had to steal it away. Not enough food? She made him starve on scraps instead of letting him use magic. They just got some loot? She took the best and left him trinkets. He wanted to have fun? She told him to do things to 'help out'. Since when did a three-tails tell a five-tails what to do?

He twisted around, laying on his back in the water as he made a decision. This time, he would tell her what to do. No matter how angry she got, he'd make her do what he wanted. After all, it wasn't like she could deny her only child what he wanted, if he really pressed her.

She constantly bored him with her mentions of his father, but he had figured out she hoped to see the old man in him. Considering he was her last link to the dead bandit, he had leverage over her...he hoped.

The naked kit turned his head at the sound of approaching footsteps. Red shimmers flashed between the trees, approaching quickly.

She's already done? That was fast.

Better fast than slow, though. He smiled as he swam towards the shore. Reaching the riverbank as she stepped out of the trees, he was ready to demand his share. However, seeing her with her arms crossed under her breasts and her eyes narrowed made him pause. A little warning bell went off in his head, and he slowed.

"Okaasan -"

"Shut up, gaki."

His eyes widened at the insult. This was a day of firsts, from being chased off to being called a brat by her. This was very new...and very wrong. But he had to try his plan.

"But Okaasan -"

He hit the ground hard, gasping for breath after she pulled her tail back. Coughing in the mud, he was too shocked to move as she rolled him onto his back and squatted over him. His coughs turned to gags as she grabbed his throat, and he grabbed her wrists desperately. She squeezed tighter as he struggled for air.

"I said. Shut up."

His tails flopped about, three pinned by hers and two useless as his chest burned. He tried to beg, but her fingers dug too far into his neck for that. She slammed him down against the mud, pulling him back up again as she glared.

"You've been nothing but a parasite for ten years. I have fed you, washed you, and kept you safe from everything. I never asked you to do anything except to do what I say and stay alive.

"For ten years, I've tolerated your arrogance. I have dealt with your bungling and your clumsy interference while I've kept us safe. And until today, I thought I could rely on you to put this stupidity behind you."

Everything was fading as his heart raced. His body tingled and burned, and light crackled at the edges of his vision. His tails went slack as she pulled him up, holding him nose to nose with her.

"Today, I finally saw the true you. A useless, pathetic piece of fur that would put tanukis to shame, let alone me and Katsu. You think you're entitled to everything, just like them. For everything you've done, I could kill you right now, and nobody would care."

He knew she wasn't bluffing. The look in her eyes, the tightness of her fingers was too real, too harsh to be anything else. His eyes started rolling back in his head as his body trembled on the edge.

"But maybe you have another use, and maybe it will redeem you."

He coughed and gasped as her fingers loosened. His vision slowly cleared as life came back to him, fear filling him as much as air. However, he slowly became aware of something else. Looking down, he saw a puddle on his stomach, a puddle that continued to grow as his mother dripped on him. He'd seen it before, but never this close, and he'd never been exposed to this level of stench from her either.

It felt disgusting, slimy as it soaked into his stomach, yet his sheath seemed fuller than ever before. It felt swollen, painful, and he groaned.

He went silent quickly, however, as she leaned forward. Her breasts swung over his face, and one nipple bumped his lips as she loomed over him.

"From now on, gaki, you will work for your food and your share of the treasure. And if you can't do it right, then you've proven you're not worth keeping alive."

"But, but Okaasan -"

One breast, then the other interrupted him, slapping his face from side to side as his mother shifted above him. He stared at her in shock.

"No arguments. This is the new way. And we will start -" He blinked as she grabbed him by his sac. "Now."

Hideo stared in fascination and revulsion as his mother ground against his sheath, each rub sending a strange new feeling through him. They were similar to what he'd felt when he was choked, but better. Much, much better, though they scared him as much as they enticed him.

"This doesn't...doesn't feel right. P-please stop, Okaasan! Stop!"

Despite his desperate begging, she continued. She ground and rubbed against him, at times even forcing the tip of his sheath inside of her. It didn't take long for his body to respond. For the first time, his shaft pushed out of his sheath, and it looked much bigger than he expected.

"Pitiful thing. Almost useless. I hope you can squirt by now, or I will have to take steps."

With that, he finally realized what they were doing. Memories of animals mating overwhelmed him as his mother grabbed his penis. She squeezed him hard, almost pulling it out of his sheath as she stroked it. Pain and strange pleasure kept him pinned even more than her tails, and he whimpered.

"What...what are you doing, Okaasan?"

"I'm taking the only thing that you have to give. You best hope that you are worth it."

From chest to waist, he was soaked with her juices. Every time he breathed, he was assaulted with the stench of a female in heat. It felt like he was filled with fire, with the hottest flames clenched between his mother's fingers. Hideo moaned, arching his back without knowing why, only knowing that his body told him to.

His shaft slid inside her, and his eyes went wide at the hot, wet feeling that engulfed the end of his penis. He stared at the point where they were joined together, shaking his head in disbelief as he slowly looked up to his mother's face.

Her look of satisfaction was terrifying. He'd never seen his mother actually do anything during her heats, but if she looked like this with whoever she snuck off with, he pitied the other males. Hideo shuddered and tried to pull back.

However, the tip was barely out of her before she grabbed him by the balls. She tugged upwards, dragging his cock back in. Despite the wrenching pain, he didn't go soft, and he was pulled screaming back into her slit.

"Don't you dare try to get away, gaki. You are nothing but a toy right now."

Even then, his mother's face didn't change. With her lips turned up in a near-giddy grin, she somehow managed to say something so terrible. Hideo flattened himself against the ground, his breath coming in shaky pants as he tried to figure out how he could get away. If that was even possible.

He watched as his mother swiveled her hips around his shaft. Her juices rolled down his penis every time she lifted up, his crotch soaked in them. He would breathe and get another sharp reminder of her heat, the scent making him twitch inside her, and he groaned at the strange, warm feelings that grew from it.

Yet, even his limited knowledge told him this was wrong. Families did not mate together. Mothers did not mate sons, daughters did not mate fathers. It was laid down like law in kitsune tradition, yet his mother was completely ignoring it.

At the same time, it felt so good as she started to slide faster along his shaft. Another shiver went down his spine as a breeze slipped between them, sending a chill through his wet fur and penis. It made her sudden descent feel even better, leaving him moaning at the sudden feeling of being inside her again.

"At least you don't finish immediately. You have that in your favor, gaki."

Finish? What did...

He shook his head, gasping for breath as he tried to think of something to slow her down. He couldn't stop her, but this was going too fast for him to take. His claws dug into the ground as he tried to hold back, but all it did was push his hips up. He moaned again as he looked up at her smirking face.

"Look at you. Little gaki, little Hideo-kun. Finally learning your place. Under my command. Under my firm...hand."

The way she suddenly squeezed around him made him hiss in pleasurable pain. Her juices ran over and around his sac, the slick liquid even running over his hole. That feeling sent a cold chill down him, his mind thinking of other couplings he'd seen, and he winced.

The thought was forgotten as his mother grabbed him by the shoulders, her breasts bouncing in front of his face as she used him. Tight and wet, she squeezed down on him with every downward thrust, his ears full of the sounds of her splashing juices, and...and his?

He could smell something new, coming from him instead of her. He'd never smelled anything like it before, but it was definitely him, and it was almost like the juices coming from her. It even made her slicker, and he realized that he'd stopped just lying there. To his shame, he thrust up every time she dropped down, meeting her halfway every time.

"That's it. Give it to me. Give it to me, gaki, the only worthwhile thing you have."

The traditional part of him fought against it, but his body had been pushed too far. Hideo shivered, his entire body feeling prickly and hot as his penis twitched inside of his mother. With every twitch, he felt something spurting out, and it coated him, squelchy and thick. His mother sat down hard on him grabbed her belly. He watched in shock as it expanded beneath her fingers by a few inches, pushing outwards until it was noticeably larger than it had been before.

It didn't stop there, either. So much squirted out that it started pushing back out of her. It was slowed by a weird bulge at the base of his shaft, but still soaked his belly. The smell of the white goo nearly made him go soft, but his mother squeezed down and stopped that in its tracks, and he screamed. Pain overwhelmed pleasure as she ground against his oversensitive shaft.

"Okaasan, stop! It hurts, stop! STOP!"

"Oh, does my little Hideo-kun not like my pussy now?"

He rapidly shook his head.

"Well, I have something else you can do."

She pulled off of him, waddling over him. A squirt of his goo splashed against his chest before she settled over his face. As he looked up, another spurt of white dripped out and landed in his eye. The salty, vile stuff burned, and he screamed as he tried to cover his eyes.

His mother squatted down, pinning him down with her knees on his arms. Her legs were spread so wide that the white stuff kept on dripping over his face, their mixed juices smearing his fur.

"If you don't want me to ride you, gaki, you'll start licking me."

"Licking - why would anyone lick there?!"

"Because they are told to. You're lucky that I'm giving you a choice. Choose; your tongue in me, or your cock?"

Much as the vileness above deterred him, Hideo was too afraid of the pain that came with the other option. Wincing both at the impending taste and the pain in his eye, he slowly stuck out his tongue.

His mouth was instantly filled with a salty, bitter taste, and he wanted nothing more than to spit it out. He lapped some of the white stuff out and forced himself to swallow it, gagging on it before it went down. Whimpering, he stuck out his tongue again and dragged it over and into his mother again.

It took him four mouthfuls to start getting used to the taste, at least enough to keep from gagging. However, he knew it would never be pleasant. Only the background taste of his mother's juices kept him from going soft. He growled to himself, but stopped when she slapped him.

"Be quiet, and keep licking."

He grumbled as he dug his tongue into his mother's moist hole. Thankfully, the vile taste was being overwhelmed by the taste of her slit. She was grinding against him now, almost pushing his nose and mouth inside of her. Hideo flinched and held his breath when she did that, fearing he might be forced inside of her in a different way.

As she moaned, he looked past her stomach to see her fondling her breasts. She squeezed them repeatedly, sometimes dragging her fingers forward to pinch her nipples. He half expected to see milk squirt out, but the only fluids he got to see was the stuff coming from between her legs, and he was getting more than enough of that.

Suddenly his breath was cut off as she shoved his muzzle inside her. Hideo squirmed, but she had him pinned too well. As she rode his muzzle like she'd ridden his cock, he was forced to breathe her most potent scent yet. Forced directly into his head, he felt his shaft throb, twitching immediately from the smell. His eyes rolled back in his head, the young kitsune feeling the air in his lungs fading just like before.

"Mmm...that's it, Hideo-kun...help me...almost..."

She suddenly arched her back, shoving his muzzle in as far as it would go. She squirted, blinding him as it splattered in his open eyes, and he screamed inside her. His jaws could barely open, but he screamed. His mouth opened and shut as she clenched and relaxed, clenched and relaxed through her orgasm.

The combination of her powerful heat scent, the lack of air, and something dark in him pushed him over the edge. As his vision faded, his penis twitched, and he felt it spurting again. He couldn't move, couldn't thrust, but it sprayed enough to cover him and his mother with another load.

The last thing he saw was her surprised face.

#

Sakura gasped as she slid off of Hideo-kun's face. Even with the cooling cum on her back, she felt more satisfied than she had in months, and it was all due to the near-worthless husk that lay before her.

Even with two orgasms, she felt tempted to keep using him. Surprisingly, he had done very well, better than many humans she'd abducted. She rubbed her stomach, still amazed at how much she'd swollen up. He had his father's balls, at least, even if there was nothing else about Katsu in him. Nothing between human legs had ever filled her like that. It was a pity that his knot was so small, but she supposed he would grow into that.

After another moment's consideration, she pushed her temptations to the side. His body was soaked in pussy juice, and even she had to fan the air to deal with the rankness of it. They'd both need a bath later, but there would be time for that in a minute. For now, she just wanted to look at him.

As his mother, she had been surprised to realize she hated Hideo-kun. As she'd wrapped her hands around his throat, all the rage that she'd suppressed at his attitude and the constant reminder of how he fell short of his father had almost consumed her. Even when she viewed him as a tool, it had taken everything she had to keep from breaking him.

She wondered why she was so different from other kitsune mothers. Admittedly, they didn't have the same sentimentality that humans had, but most of them had been able to be with their children without engaging in constant shouting matches, and without having to prove their strength. Certainly none of them had ever gotten fed up enough to hate-fuck their child. She was pretty sure she would have heard about that.

Maybe she wasn't over Katsu after all. She sighed. He really had been the best subordinate and best mate she could have asked for, and it had all been taken from her. She couldn't replace him, but maybe her son could help her make do.

Stroking a hand over his stomach, she felt his load oozing out of her, rolling down her leg and onto the forest floor. Chuckling, she stroked his belly, her hand moving down to his sheath for a moment before she licked her fingers clean.

"You're lucky, my little boy. From now on, you'll be getting what most males can only dream of. All you have to do to earn your food is to keep me happy.

"And if you don't like that? Well, you'll just have to be useful in other ways. Because the free ride is over."

Grabbing him in her tails, she stood up and walked to the stream. She waded into it, letting the current carry away the cum on her back, before dropping Hideo into the rushing water. In seconds he broke the surface, gasping frantically.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Okaasan!"

"Yes?"

"Why did you do that?"

"Because you're filthy now, and I want a clean little toy when we have our second round of fun."

"S-second round?"

"Oh yes. I plan to have at least five before the sun sets."

His shriek of fear made her smile. This was going to work out just fine.

The End