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The cycle goes in tens.

It is said that three hundred years ago, the maiden Cilia was born. Daughter of a farmer, she was virtuous and kind, but most importantly, ever reverent to the wills of the gods. Always the first to church, always the last to leave, and always seemingly wiser than any priest or pastor, no matter how much older they may be.

But one year, the the crops of the land did not grow like they should. Though planted in spring and fostered throughout summer, when autumn came and it was time to harvest, the plants remained still and dead. Fruits were blasted, vegetables were decaying, and even the land beneath their feet seemed to crack like desert plains. The people mourned and begged their gods to be freed of this pain, but nothing seemed to happen. More plants died, nature seemed to kill over completely, and soon, winter arrived with no reprieve in sight.

While not poor, the town was far from rich enough that it could easily afford crops being sent from distant lands, especially in the blistering cold of winter. But times change, and the next year came. Spring brought rain, and with rain one plants their crops, praying for a good harvest come autumn.

Only for the same thing to happen: the plants did no grow, the livestock did not breed, food became scarce, and the people began losing hope. Had they done something to gain the ire of their gods? Were they somehow full-hardy and foolish? Why live here if the land remains as barren as a desert?

But Cilia did not agree. The gods had not abandoned them, no, they were testing them. Perhaps those who left for better lands were the failures, but she would not be one of them. Whatever challenge the gods set upon them, the maiden would meet and best.

So by the time the first day of autumn began, Cilia set from her home. In one day, she traveled to each shrine within their home, praying to them, and giving them the offerings they deserved. Gold for Olympia, pearls for Oceanus, and aromatic spices for Jukain; each shrine was gifted these things and prayed too, one after the other after the other. It is said that – in one day – the journey took her ten hours to complete.

Ten days later, life came to the land.

Upon hearing what Cilia had done, the people of her home – the people of Sphange – praised the ground beneath her like she was an angel come to earth. Naturally, she was quick to deny them, saying it was not her but the gods who brought life back to the land. But that did not stop the story of her quest from spreading, and as days turned to months, turned to years, the legend of Cilia became that; a legend. A legend that persists to this day.

Every ten years, a maiden among the people of Sphange is chosen to go on a ten hour quest throughout the village. This maiden must go to the shrines surrounding their humble town, pray to them, and deliver upon them the offerings right for their gods. Olympia in the heart of the town, Oceanus by the river, and Jukain near the mountains. And only once this quest is complete, will the harvest in ten days be a bountiful one.

Thus is the purpose of the harvest festival of Sphange: to promote a bountiful and healthy harvest come the start of autumn. And today begins the next harvest festival in ten years.

As said before, the cycle goes in tens...

“Miiirraaaaannndaaaaaaaa!!!"

“Haaaah... what do you want, Cilia...?"

Here, there, everywhere, placed aside, one by one by one, were books. From this side of the hall to the other, that's all you'd see! Books! Some were complete fictional tales, and others were historical accounts, but most would be of the religious type. It was that kind of town after all, little Sphange was. The type of place that has a totem or statue in honor of some god, no matter what corner you cross. On this street you might see Karton, on that street you may see Lumina, on some distant roads, you may even find Dimentia, but everywhere you'd see their gods.

So why would the town library be any different?

It may not be the biggest, but it certainly was humble. And she? She was the woman who overlooked this place. And in a place that barely holds more than one hundred people, a place where everyone knows everyone's name, she somehow found a way to... slip through the cracks.

Huh...

Miranda Tate. You'd hear her name, and you'd know who she was, but... it would take you a couple of moments to actually think about her, actually imagine her. She was the type of person who you always see, who was ever a fixture in the community, but you just can't really think about too much. Why is that? Well, the reason's pretty simple

Miranda was a vixen... and a rather plain, if not frumpy looking one at that. Her fur brown, her hair black, and this often times morose and dull look in her small eyes. She always looked annoyed, always looked bothered by the people around them, no matter what was going on. Maybe that's why she was so hard to remember; not because people disliked her, but because people were sure she disliked them.

She was taller than most other girls her age, her black hair was slick and slim, meticulously groomed with blunt bangs that hung over her eyes like a veil, and her face was rather slender with a pointed nose. Her clothes meanwhile were just as frumpy and drab as the rest of her. Always wearing a blouse with a high collar, a skirt that drops down to her ankles, and a cloak that hangs on her shoulders. Actually, heh, that cloak is probably what most people remember most about her! In Sphange, ask the children someday about the 'ghost of the library', and they'll always start chanting the same thing--

Miranda! Miranda! Miranda!

But today there were no chanting children, nor was the library occupied by anyone else. It was just Miranda, placing a book upon its shelf, while her brown eyes glanced over her shoulder towards... her.

The real reason why people fail to remember Miranda so much.

There were two Tate daughters, not one... though most everyone in town only seems to remember one. And, honestly, how could you not remember her? How could you not remember the bouncy, energetic blonde with short hair and alluring blue eyes? How could you not remember the one with the shimmering red fur and dainty, lithe figure? How could you not remember the one who's voice is as silky as the robes of a god? And with a name like hers – one based upon the very maiden of legend – how could you possibly forget her? The only other Cilia who may just go down in history?

Cilia Tate was the one everyone remembers, and for good reason. She was cocky, vibrant, almost uppity to an annoying degree, but with the skill and grace to back that cockiness up. Ever willing to prove herself, there weren't many people in Sphange as energetic nor as forward thinking as she was. Everything she did, she seemed to perform with the greatest of skill. It was as if failure wasn't possible for her!

Once again, I ask: how could you not remember Cilia Tate?

But for Miranda, Cilia wasn't the maiden reborn to prove her superiority over the countryside masses, no. To Miranda, Cilia was her overbearing, super controlling, overly praised, and spoiled little sister. And it was that same spoiled nature of hers that led the blonde vixen to ask her--

“Won't you go to that old temple for me!?"

Miranda rolled her eyes.

“If you're here just to annoy me, Cilia, go somewhere else," the vixen replied as she continued stowing away her books, “I'd rather like it if my alone time wasn't bothered by the likes of you."

“Tsk, you should thank me for visiting you!" Cilia replied whilst crossing her arms, “You're always here, alone with these books. Books that you've probably already read a hundred times now! Me visiting you should be the highlight of your day! Nay, your week!"

“We ate dinner together yesterday," Miranda replied as she shot her sister an annoyed glare, “Stop acting so high and mighty, Cilia. It may work on the others, but it doesn't work on me..." her gaze went back to the books, “Besides, you seemed so thankful last week when you were chosen to perform the ritual."

“And I am thankful!" Cilia replied as she placed a hand upon her perky chest, “To carry on such a tradition of our people, the first time in ten years no less, it is truly an honor, and I am thankful to carry such a task on my shoulders!"

“Then why are you asking me to cheat for you?" Miranda asked, causing her sister to start fuming.

“I am not asking you to cheat for me!" she snapped, before taking in a deep breath, “Ahem! As you know, dearest sister, there are four temples. One for Olympia, one for Oceanus, one for Jukain--"

“I know that," Miranda said through gritted teeth, “Stop inflating your ego!"

“How-Ever! There is also the fourth!" Cilia continued, ignoring her older sibling, “The temple for that... hnngh... for that god they worship in Dudral! Dytee is her name, correct? Nnghh! It has been decided that I will also go and pray there!"

“What? Why?" Miranda asked as she cocked her head, “That's not a part of our pantheon."

“Don't you think I know that?" Cilia replied through gritted teeth, “Haaah... there are rumors about that temple, Mira. Rumors you are no doubt aware of. Rumors about the strange happenings that occur around that cursed shrine. Hghghg! About how the maidens who go there by happenstance... they come back weird," she shook her head, “Well... I have been challenged to go and pray there before the festival begins. I will visit it upon returning from Jukain's temples."

“You were... challenged?" Miranda repeated in a confused manner, “What? By whom?" she then stopped, groaned, and rolled her eyes, “Hgghh... don't tell me you fell for one of Tula's games."

“I'LL NEVER EVEN ALLOW HER THE CHANCE TO BEST ME!" the blonde snapped, causing her sister's ears to flatten.

“Shhhhh! Quiet! You're still in the library!" Miranda snarled through gritted teeth, before taking in a deep breath to calm herself, “Now then... haaaah... you're asking me to go to the temple that the people of Dudral erected because... you're afraid of it?"

“Tthh! Must you say such things about your sister?" Cilia replied as she crossed her arms defensively, “Fear is a terrible thing, and I – Cilia Romanova Tate – will not allow it to ever consume me! But... I am also a smart young woman, one who'd never go to such a far off place at night, and certainly would never pray to some Dudral god for a good harvest! No! Never!"

“But I would?" Miranda said as she pointed at herself.

“Weeeeell... yes?"

“No..."

“Ah! C-come on, Mira! I'd do anything for you!"

“No you wouldn't... all the times in the past I asked for help with the library, and you always went on about how busy you are," the dull vixen replied, much to her sister's chagrin.

“Well... I am busy! B-besides, this is more important than some silly old books!" Cilia said whilst slamming her foot down, “Mira... haah... I don't even want to look at that old shrine, let alone go in there and pray within it! So I ask of thee, my older sister..." she placed her hands together and bowed her head, “Could you please do it for me!"

“I don't even get this challenge; how would they know you prayed within it?" Miranda asked as she shrugged her shoulders.

“Ah-ha! I was supposed to bring back one of the tapestry bits from its windows as proof," Cilia answered, “If you could tear off a bit of its curtains, something that's clearly Dudral, that'll show Tula! Just give it to me while I return to the city from Jukain's shrine, and that stupid bird wouldn't know the difference! I bet she wouldn't even dare to tweet-tweet at me! Kufu!"

“Haaaaaahh..."

Miranda rolled her eyes as her arms slumped forward, annoyed that she was being wrangled into some stupid bet her sister took on. Even with Cilia being the supposed 'perfect' girl, she still needed her older sister to help bail her out of problems. How utterly annoying and bothersome...

“Using me to cheat... how terrible of you," Miranda muttered as she shook her head.

“Kgh! I-I am not cheating!" Cilia exclaimed, “I'm merely using the tool at my disposal to complete a task! Like any sane creature would! Tch! Besides! To go to such a dingy, dirty, dusty place... I refuse to think about it. But you..." she smiled at her sister, “You're used to dingy, dirty, dusty places, aren't you? You work here all day!"

“It's not wise to insult those whose help you need, Cilia..." Miranda growled through gritted teeth.

“Kufu! Apologies, dearest sister! But you cannot deny that the library is far from the most glamorous place one can spend their time!"

“I prefer these books," Miranda muttered as she tugged her loak upon her shoulders, “But... haah... fine, Cilia. I will go to the Fourth Temple for you, and collect a piece of the tapestry..."

“Eeeeeeeh! Thank you, dearest sister! I will make this up to you, I promise!"

“You most certainly will," Miranda replied, “Next time you visit High Bishop, buy me a pie. You know the type that I like."

“Kufu! Anything for you, dearest sister."

…

In Sphange, the Harvest Festival was serious business! Some would even argue it was more important than end of the year celebrations! When you walk out upon its dusty streets and roads, you'd see a variety of banners and tapestries hung about in reverence to the holiday that was about to begin. The statues of their gods were adorned with robes, various stands were placed about making it similar to a market place in larger cities, and the town's center had a grand pedestal placed from which the mayor would give his opening speech.

And that's not getting into how stuffy the streets were...

At any moment, the roads were filled with others bumping against one another and talking. Sphange was usually a small, out of the way town, but with this being a major holiday for those born here, you'd have entire families gathering together. Relatives who lived in distant places – be they sons and daughters, brothers and sisters, even cousins – all returned to Sphange in order to spend time with their loved ones, and enjoy the festivities themselves. And in the middle of it all, bumping from one person to the other whilst clutching her book close to chest, was Miranda.

Her cloak fluttered upon her form, while her sullen eyes leered into the distance. The sun was starting to set now, meaning the festivities were soon to begin. It is said that the maiden of legend – the original Cilia – spent ten hours going from one shrine to the other, praying to each one and giving them offerings in order to return life to the barren land. Nowadays, the traveling can be done in little under two hours. So what do the people do during the rest of the ten hours?

They party. They party, party, party, party, party. From 7 PM to 5 AM, they indulge in all sorts of vices. Dancing, eating, drinking, and who knows what else happens behind closed doors!

Miranda's first Harvest Festival occurred when she was eight. Even at that age, she knew it was bothersome and loud. The next happened when she was eighteen, and yup, time didn't change; she still found it to be incredibly annoying. And now as the age of twenty-eight, she still found the notion of the Harvest Festival to be loud and brash, with an added layer of being slightly disrespectful. Even if you don't believe in the myth of the maiden who brought life back to the land, it still feels wrong to change what was once a woman's plea to the gods for a bountiful harvest, into a reason to get blackout drunk, among other things!

And Miranda? Well, she always felt like one of those 'other things'. Never popular enough to be in the spotlight, never even thought of to usher in the night's festivities. Always looked over as the lesser Tate, even if she was the eldest. Even if the frumpy vixen had at one point in time thought about performing the rite, she knew those dreams were dashed the moment Cilia grew up to be such a perfect young woman. She even shared her name with the maiden of legend, as if foretold that she'd one day fulfill the same role.

And that day has finally come. As the sun began to set over simple Sphange, the people all gathered within the town's square. Giddy bolts of excitement traveled through the people, young and old, save for Miranda. Having finally made her way through the droves of people, she managed to make it to her parents and brother, who all quietly said hello. She merely nodded back, knowing that they probably wouldn't want her to speak, less they ruin Cilia's moment.

Speaking of which...

“AND SO THE TIME HAS COME!!!" announced the town's mayor, an old looking boar with hair so gray it was silver.

He was in his seventies, meaning he's not only performed this gesture many times in life, but he's seen it be performed just as many. His voice boomed, the crowds grew silent, and all of life seemed to swell at this moment.

“THE LIVESTOCK ARE DYING! THE LAND BARES NO FRUIT, NO VEGETABLES! AND EVEN THE SKIES SEEM TO SILENTLY WEAP UPON OUR DYING LAND! HOWEVER!"

And just as practiced, the crowds opened up, revealing a simply dressed young woman among them. Of course, it was Cilia, adorned in a plain brown and white sundress that wouldn't look out of place on your local milk maiden. Coupled with the basket in her hand, bonnet on her head, and scarf around her neck, and you have a woman who looked just as common in Sphange as anyone else.

But this is Cilia we're talking about, so of course she managed to exude this light and glory to her that was unrivaled. There was nothing 'plain' about her! From her vivacious and piercing blue eyes, to her vibrant red fur and superior face, Cilia somehow managed to make the plain clothes she wore look as elegant as a ball gown! Even her movements were refined! Did the Cilia of legend walk like a princess? The Cilia of now certainly did!

“Fair Maiden Cilia," said the town mayor, “Will you undergo this journey to appease our gods?" then from his pedestal, he revealed three elegant sacks. In one was gold, the other pearls, and the last fragrances.

“Of course, mayor," said Cilia as she performed a bow, “It will be my honor to please our gods."

“Then go forth to the temples of Olympia, Oceanus, and Jukain! Please, ask of them to return our bountiful land!"

Holding out her basket, Cilia was gifted the offerings needed, then she pulled it back. And as an uproar of applause began sounding off from the people of Sphange, Cilia began making way for the first temple; that being Olympia's, which was near by. But as she walked and the crowds began dispersing, she made sure to look at her family who were so overjoyed to see her... save for Miranda for obvious reasons.

The two shared a knowing glance, nodded in unison, and then Cilia continued walking forward towards Olympia's shrine. But as the people themselves continued showering her with praise that no doubt went straight to her big head, Miranda pulled back.

“Huh? Mira? Are you going somewhere?" asked her mother as she turned away.

“I have... to return to my library," she answered, garnering a sideways glance from her father.

“Hggh... you don't want to see your sister perform the rite?" he asked, causing her to look back.

“That's not why I'm leaving," she retorted, “I was just interrupted earlier today due to all the festivities, and I'd like to arrange my books properly."

“Heh! That's just Mira's way of saying she doesn't want to be bothered!" her brother replied in a sarcastic manner.

“I won't be there all night," she replied, “I'll be back soon, don't worry," she then pointed at one of the stands, “Be sure to leave some of the kebab bites for me, Dad."

“Wh-what!? I won't be eating that much!" the portly fox cried in a defensive manner.

But of course, Miranda said nothing as she started walking off, waving farewell to her family for the time being. She had her own little quest, one she'd need to start on now if she was to make it on time. Cilia needed a piece of tapestry from that abandoned forth temple, and Miranda was going to get it.

But...

This would be the last time anyone ever saw her in the same way again.

…

Sphange's history was an interesting one. Like many villages on the outskirts of any major kingdom, it was one of many to be occupied by the Dudral Empire some two hundred years ago. It was brief, but they were here nonetheless, and in that time they erected a temple of their own. The Dudral gods were alien to most, since the empire – now a kingdom – was so distant. Who did they worship? What forms did their gods take, if any? What even were their practices?

Though it had been decades since the kingdom was seen as the tyrannical, power-hungry empire it once was, these questions still permeate the minds of many who have never been to Dudral. And yet, the signs of their conquests still permeate the land around them. Here and there, you can find the scars of great battles waged in these lands, even over a hundred years after these battles were fought. History books are also filled to the brim with the actions performed by the Dudral Empire, most being in a rather unflattering light. But sometimes... sometimes...

Sometimes you'd get something like this; an entire building erected by the Dudral Empire, left to rot to time and erosion.

The Fourth Temple. That's the name it had gotten throughout the years. The Fourth Temple. It didn't have a name, didn't have a title, didn't have anything. It was just that; the Fourth Temple. The people of Sphange – like most in their kingdom – worshiped a wide variety of gods, not just the three of Olympia, Oceanus, and Jukain. But even with their polytheistic religion, they allowed this temple to fall to the wayside. Once the people of Dudral left, so too did any knowledge on the Fourth Temple. Who it was erected to worship and what purpose it had, huh, even that was lost to time.

In the modern day, it had gained the reputation of it being cursed or haunted... that the spirits of Dudral's old warriors still haunt the place. Whether or not this was true, it was still enough to deter people from coming to the Fourth Temple, less they be spirited away.

But there were more sinister rumors about this temple, one that went beyond mere ghosts and spirits. It was said that during the Harvest Festival, any maiden who came to this temple to pray... would come back different. What that 'different' meant, no one was sure, and with the Harvest Festival only occurring every ten years, it wasn't documented well either. Still, these rumors combined were more than enough to make sure that no one visits the temple at all, for fear of what may happen to them.

And here a certain frumpy vixen walked, book in hand, cloak wavering in the autumn winds, her expression gloomy, and her eyes morose. By now, the stars were in the sky, the red glow of the sun was just vanishing over the horizon, and one could hear music playing from Sphange's center. But out here on these dusty paths, she was alone.

Miranda clutched her tome close to chest, her eyes staring upon her surroundings. The walkway here was cracked and split, with various vines growing through it. There were signs of a wall here, a bench there, but they too were broke and shattered by time and age. Most impressing, there were some pedestals and columns, though most were shattered and broken, and the idols they once housed were either stolen or outright destroyed.

Who were the gods of Dudral? That thought ruminated through Miranda's head, again and again and again. But she continued on her path, climbing the ruin-laden hill as her eyes leered towards the distance. And there it was, half covered in grass and vines, but still obviously showing its wooden architecture.

The Fourth Temple.

Its design was unlike anything in Sphange, which further added to its mysterious, otherworldly allure. It was boxy, with a pointed roof, as oppose to some domed structure like what Miranda was used to. And what of the stone-covered field around it? Or the metal lanterns which were either gone or now bent out of shape? The windows which were shattered entirely? Or statues which depicted some sort of fox god.

A fox god with multiple tails... a kitsune? Hmm...

Dytee was the name of the god who was worshiped here, and that's all anyone knows of the Fourth Temple. They don't know who Dytee was, what they presided over, they didn't even know Dytee's gender. About the only thing they could assume about Dytee was their species, and that was human.

Because everyone from Dudral is human.

Coming to the front steps of the Fourth Temple, Miranda took in a deep breath. Everything here felt strange and warped... bizarre and uncanny. She felt less like she was standing before a temple, and more like she was standing in front a void. Why did it make her blood freeze up?

“Haaah..."

But Miranda pushed on, coming to the front doors of he Fourth Temple where she pushed it open with an audible--

EEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRNNNNNGGGGG...!

The sound rattled through her ears and bones, making her shake in place. Such a putrid noise; this temple hadn't seen life in it for centuries. It seemed as if even animals and bugs refused to enter into this building!

And even on the inside, the temple continued to confound and confuse. Miranda was expecting a shrine, but it looked more like a church. Pews laid inside, busted and broken and turned aside, there were books and paper on the floor in a maddening mess, so much grass had grown through the cracks in the floor, and there were a few shattered idols laying here and there. But the area in front of the pulpit was oddly undisturbed, being free of clutter and trash.

This place probably played host to many a vagrant in the years since its abandonment. That would explain why it was so messy, and why things appeared to be stolen from here. Miranda was honestly shocked that it was still standing in the first place! The people of Dudral could make such sturdy buildings.

But...

What was this?

Resting upon the pulpit of the church, on the pedestal from which a pastor would give their sermon... there laid a mask. Silver in color with a reflective surface, it had the markings of a face upon its surface. Eyes that were slit, eyebrows that were crescent, lips that were curved, and... whiskers? Yes, the carvings of whiskers were adorned upon its cheeks. And even on its head, there were triangular shaped ears.

These masks... they were the masks of a fox. And going by its silver hue and red highlights that were all unmarred and untouched, this mask seemed to have been placed here recently. But... what was it doing here? What purpose did it have? And...

And...

And...

Why did Miranda feel so...

Hazy...?

Ba-Dump!

…

“Nnhh..."

“Bark..."

“Nnnhhg..."

“Bark... bark... bark..."

“Nnn... nnhhh...?"

“What a pretty lady, bark."

“Hhnn...?"

“This year's offering is gorgeous, bark!"

“We should accept it! Right away, bark!"

“Huughh...!? Hhghggh!?"

“Hah! She's waking up, bark!"

Wh-what? What? What!? Wh-what is going on!? Wh-what is going on!? Her body... couldn't move? She was paralyzed?

Miranda's eyes opened, staring up to the ceiling of the temple. Her body was still, incapable of all save for random twitches and slight movements. Aside from that, she couldn't move; it was like her spine was made of jelly! She could look around and work her head, but that's all.

And what she saw was so bizarre...

The candles of the shrine, once bent out and ruined, were now dancing with amber flames which illuminated the church. She cocked her head as best she could to gaze upon them, but with how still her body was, she could barely move more than an inch. But the sound of movements, the shuffling of feet, they attracted her eyes yet again. She wasn't alone, she wasn't... alone.

Miranda gazed down.

Masks. So many masks. They surrounded her in a group, huddled like children who've discovered something unique. These figures in cloaks. They were long and black, covering them from neck to toe. And their faces? Their faces were blocked by masks. Silver masks with red definitions on them. The masks of a fox, a kitsune.

“What... the...?" Miranda muttered, confused as she stared upon these strange creatures.

With these masks and their endless smiles, it made it impossible for the vixen to discern who or what these beings were. The answer came when they dropped their cloaks from their bodies, revealing nude, naked flesh. They wore not stitch of clothing beneath their robes, and were completely hairless as well. Miranda's eyes started widening in shear shock.

They were human.

“What is... what is going... what is going on?" she asked, her body shaking in fear as these strange masked beings continued surrounding her.

They were numerous, and seemed to keep growing in number. These men, these young men... boys she'd say, for they were at least younger than her! They bore their completely naked flesh before her without a hint of shame, from their fit chests down to their slender legs and thighs. It took everything in Miranda's power to not gaze down at their penises... penises that were ever growing.

Human though they may look, their actions and mannerism were utterly bizarre. With the masks that covered their faces, these boys rose their hands, even curled them like paws, all whilst continuing to--

“Bark! Bark!"

“Bark...! Bark...!"

“Bark bark! Bark bark!"

And then they grabbed her! Some gripped upon her wrists and hands, prying them apart, while others reached for the cloak on her neck and shoulders.

“N-no! G-get off!" Miranda shouted, but with her body paralyzed like it was, her fighting amounted to nothing more than a weak struggle.

“Her clothing is simple, bark," one said.

“Let's get it off of her, bark!" another one answered.

Ignoring her pleas, these masked men began removing her clothing, inch by inch. Her cloak was pulled off her shoulders and tossed aside, and then their hands rushed upon the blouse she wore. Still struggling, Miranda attempted to fight these masked men off, but that's all they were; idle attempts. Her body was still weak, and they were too numerous. Try, try, try with all her might, but she couldn't free herself of them, no matter how much she tried.

One by one the buttons of her blouse were removed, causing Miranda's sullen eyes to widen a bit. Looser and looser the garment grew... and then completely torn open! Revealed before their masked faces was her bra; simple and brown, yet cradled close to her chest. Her open blouse also revealed her figure, particularly her bountiful chest, which heaved up and down with these ragged, growing breathes.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

One of the masked men reached forward, grabbing upon her breasts with his hands; one in each palm. And then he squeeeezed, causing Miranda's back to arch as she bit into her bottom lip.

Oh no! No no! No no no no no! This wasn't happening, was it!? N-no! It can't be! A-anything but--

“Her clothes are boring, but her body is erotic, bark!" said the one who groped her chest.

“Take off her skirt next, bark!"

“N-no! L-let go! P-please! Hah!" Miranda cried, but to no avail.

They didn't respond, didn't react; they just continued on like she was some sort of mannequin.

The one atop her released her breasts to pull down towards her skirt. She had some strength in her legs, enough to slightly buck, but not enough to kick or move. At most she could only nudge them, which the masked boy atop her didn't respond to. He continued on, fiddling with the buttons of her skirt, while the boys holding upon her hands released her... but there was not much Miranda could do.

Their hands. Their slender, soft, human hands, they began groping and touching her. Too many hands to count, all coming from various directions. Groaning, she felt some touch and grab her breasts, others groped and kneaded her shoulders, and more stroked and massaged her stomach. She was food to quell their hunger, and they feasted and feasted and feasted.

“She's getting hotter, bark," said one of the boys.

“Do you like being undressed, bark?"

“N-no! Stop! Let go, please!" Miranda begged, “I-I'm sorry! I-I'll leave!"

But they didn't stop, didn't even slow down! Their groping hands, constantly gripping and kneading at flesh and fur. The tight grips to her breasts were most relentless, squeezing through her bra to abuse her sensitive chest. She cried out, but her voice was so weak that it was drowned out in the temple around them.

And then...

One of the boys positioned himself above her, causing Miranda to tense up. Even through his emotionless mask, she could feel his piercing gaze. Pulling back his hand, he grabbed the tip of his mask and slowly began pulling it up, causing the vixen to flinch.

But he stopped.

His mask was just at his nose, obscuring his face still, save for his mouth. His mouth which came forward... closer... drifting. Miranda's eyes opened up more.

“MMMFFF!?"

His mouth pressed to her mouth, steeling her into a kiss that was as sudden as it was strong. His tongue was slender and untouchable, slapping and brushing along Miranda's tongue as she tried to fight back. But it was a losing battle, ending with her groaning against him and gagging. He pushed her down, kissing her against the floor with his slimy, powerful, wild and ruthless tongue... and all Miranda could do was submit.

What was wrong with her body? Why was she so weak? So loose? Enough to twitch, and absolutely nothing else! What have they done to her!?

And then he pulled back, his lips leaving hers with an audible--

“Pop! Haaah... she tastes great, bark."

“I'll have taste too, bark!"

“What...? Haahh-hhhaaah! N-no, I-- Mmmff!?"

The lips of another met hers, once again capturing her mouth and causing her to grunt. Eyes closing, Miranda laid there, allowing him to do as he pleased to her mouth and tongue; kissing and licking and exploring every inch of her maw. But he was not the only who hungered for her body.

The hands which groped and kneaded at her form, were soon replaced with lips and tongues. Shivering, Miranda felt these masked boys kiss and lick and lap at her flesh, regardless of the fur in the way. They licked her breasts, kissed her stomach, nibbled on her neck, sending these bolts of shear, raw pleasure which made her eyes widen!

No! She can't be getting aroused by this! No, this had to be a lie! She was not like this! She should have greater control over her body!

She should have...

They pleasured her body, treating it like their own personal play thing, and that this heat coursing through her form. She tried fighting them off – could even feel her energy returning – but it was never too much, never strong enough. They were too numerous and she was too weak.

Haah...

Miranda felt her skirt being dragged down her body, revealing her legs, panties, and the garter strap she always wore. Those boys began kneading and groping her legs no that they were revealed, some even going as far to kiss her thighs and suck her toes. Suck her toes? What the hell were they doing to her?

“Such erotic garter straps. Why did you put them on, bark?"

“Do you have a boyfriend, bark?"

“Do you have a husband, bark?"

“Do you have a lover, bark?"

“N-no! Stop! Please! I beg of you, let g-go!" Miranda cried back.

Their relentless assault of hands and voices continued beating the vixen into the floor. Their mouths licking and kissing, their hands groping and squeezing, all of it reduced her to nothing more than clay. She just wasn't strong enough to fight, to run off, to even scream!

To scream.

Miranda's eyes drifted towards the windows of the temple. She could see the glow of the town in the distance, could hear the music playing. She was so close, so very close...

But no one knew she was here...

“Her body is thick, bark!"

“And she has such small eyes, bark!"

“And she tastes amazing, bark!"

“She's a perfect offering, bark!"

'Offering'? That's the second time they've called her their 'offering'. What did they mean by that? Were they spirits? Deities? No, she was thinking too much about this! They were just horrible, horrible people!

They had to be...

“Sniff sniff... Ah! Her legs, bark!"

“Yes, spread her legs, bark!"

“No! No! Anything but--" Grab! “Ahh!"

Forcibly, Miranda's legs were opened, her eyes once again widening as they exposed her pelvis to them all. Any attempts to close her thighs were moot, due to their superior numbers. How many boys were here, and why were they all holding open her leg, and why were they all looking at her crotch!? She'd never felt so embarrassed, so humiliated in her life!

And they dove in....

“NO! STOP! AAAHHH!"

All at once, she felt two, no three of their heads, kissing and licking and slobbering upon her opened thighs. They sent bolts ruminating through her body, and caused her womanhood to dampen further. Yes, further! Their touches had made her moist, but these were outright making her pussy drench! They kissed her, nibbled upon her, breathed on her, all through her panties, which was getting wet to the point that they were shear.

“I beg of you! Please! Stooooooop!" Miranda cried, her voice reaching a higher pitch than ever before...

But it fell on deaf ears.

“Why stop, bark?"

“You're enjoying it, bark bark!"

“You smell sweet, bark!"

“You taste sweeter, bark bark!"

“No I don't, I-- Guhhh!"

They maneuvered her body, controlling and forcing Miranda to sit up. One of these masked boys pressed his chest up to her back, his hands sliding under her arms to grab a hold of her chest. With one breast in each hand, he groped and kneaded her pliable chest, squeezing and lifting her tits, and then letting them drop. The vixen tried pushing back, but more of those boys grabbed her arms, forcing her in place as they touched her.

Their hands... why did they move with such skill? Such speed? Such deftness? Biting into her bottom lip, Miranda could barely stop the moans from leaving her lips. Her nostrils just kept flaring, panting for air, while he yes screwed shut. She could feel tears swelling up, nd her mind flshed with thoughts.

The Harvest Festival and Cilia's bet; how did it all end up like this? Being groped and molested by these masked humans; what had she done to deserve this? It was all so... senseless_!_

“Nngghh! N-no! What is thaaaaat!?"

She could feel it rubbing against her back. The boy who held her and groped her breasts, his hard, throbbing penis was rubbing against her, smearing his pre upon her back. Miranda fidgeted in place, shook her head, babbled 'no', but the masked boy started kissing and licking upon her cheek. Tensing up, she shook her head and looked aside, once again relenting to their grasping hands.

Perhaps that's all she could do; relent and submit. The sooner they got their pleasure, the sooner this nightmare would be over.

That's what she told herself anyway, in some attempt to make her feel better. It worked at first... but then she felt the boy who groped hr chest suddenly release her. At first it made her feel good, hopefully that he was stopping, if only for a moment. But her fears returned the moment she felt his hands slide upon the clips of her bra, releasing them--

“Aahhhaaah! N-no!"

And revealing her breasts to them all.

Miranda attempted to raise her arms and defend her modesty, but those boys continued holding her arms open. At most, all she could do was clinch them close and look down, while they all gazed upon her chest together.

“Woooooowwww... bark!" they said in unison.

“Such large breasts, bark!"

“Such perky nipples, bark!"

“You have an erotic body, bark!"

“No! No I don't! D-don't say such things!" Miranda cried.

“Her panties, bark!"

“Remove her panties, bark!"

“N-no! Anything but that! Ahh!"

But they continued on, still ignoring her pleas they gripped the strands of her bra. Gazing down, she watched her undergarment slide down her thick thighs and legs, revealing her womanhood to them all.

Miranda's tall and voluptuous figure was displayed to them all. Large breasts, pink nipples, smooth brown fur, wide hips, and black hair spread out around her head. The vixen could do little but gaze at these boys as they marveled at her nude form, barking and chortling like feral animals in the distance. Freed for the moment, she could count at least nine boys, but she wasn't completely sure. Were their more in the woodwork somewhere? Had she counted one extra? Why was this even happening?

“I'm sorry...!" Miranda groaned as her teeth gritted against one another, “I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry!"

“Sorry, bark?"

“Sorry for what, bark?"

“You've been a great offering, bark!"

“Compliant women, bark..."

“Are the best women, bark!"

She couldn't see their faces through their masks, but she could feel them grinning at her, like a group of sinister jesters. And when she thought things couldn't possibly get any worse, they opened their legs, flaunting it towards her.

Their penises. So long. So hard. So thick. Each one was a different shape, a different size, but all of them were daunting. Their rounded heads, their bulbous glands, the dribbles of precum which oozed from the tip. And they were... coming closer... and closer... and closer...

And clooooossseeerrrrr...

They were chanting something as they approached her, whispering it lowly beneath their masks. Again and again and again.

“Compliant women, bark..."

“Are the best women, bark!"

“Compliant women, bark..."

“Are the best women, bark!"

“Compliant women, bark..."

“Are the best women, bark!"

“Compliant women, bark..."

“Are the best women, bark!"

“Compliant women, bark..."

“Are the best women, bark!"

Miranda wilted.

“No, please I'm... I'm sorry, I..."

They grabbed her, forcing Miranda upon her fours. Her body was still brittle, but some strength allowed her to remain on her hands and knees. Gain she felt them assault her with their hands, touching and groping and kneading her body, while she looked towards the windows. Still she could see the lights from Sphange, glowing and glittering, along with the music that played. The music... she heard the Swell of Drums.

She always loved the Swell of Drums. Hhhh...

“Ahhh~!"

Two boys latched their mouths upon her breasts, licking and sucking upon her nipples like babies to their mother. They lacked finesse and held only hunger, as they bit into her nipples, sucked on them, pulled on them. Groaning, her back arched and her nails scratched into the floor. In front of her, two more boys stood tall, their hard and musky cocks pointed towards her face. Closing her eyes, she winced and teared up, but they pushed forward, and pressed the heads of their dicks up to her cheeks.

Around and around they rubbed her face, feeling the pouches of her cheeks, the plumpness of her lips, the slits of her nostrils; everything. And in turn, she felt them; the texture of their cocks, the odors from it, even the taste when it stained her mouth.

Boys at the back mirrored them at the front. Their lengths rubbed upon her ass, checking the round, plumpness of her shape, and the juiciness of her form. And – once again – Miranda could feel them! Why were their penises so hot! It burned on her ass like rods of fire, and stained her with their precum.

“Look! Her pussy is wet, bark!"

“She's enjoying herself, bark!"

“Go ahead; beg for it, bark!"

Miranda flinched at their statement, a swelling of shame fueling through her form. They were right; she was moist between her legs, though she couldn't understand why. This was unwanted, unwarranted, but her body reacted as if she was being graced by the fingers of a paramour. She hated this putrid, painful feeling; it made her feeling... lesser.

“Say, 'ah', bark!"

And then her eyes locked forward, meeting the throbbing cock head of one of the boys. It was pointed towards her face, the scent of it wafting off his length to tickle her nose. Leering at his penis, Miranda shivered in place, then looked back up as her frown grew longer. The masked boy cocked hs head.

“Complaint women, bark."

“Are best women, bark!"

“Remember, bark!"

“She's a beastkin, bark!"

“She probably doesn't know better, bark!"

“Ooooooh! You're right, bark!"

“She doesn't know better, bark!"

“Then we'll teach her, bark!"

Reaching down, the boy at the front grabbed Miranda by her jaw, forcing her mouth open with his thumb in her maw. Her eyes widened and she shivered, then looked up to meet his masked face. The endless smile of the kitsune; it would forever be burned into her skull.

“Say 'ah', bark..."

Miranda swallowed her spit.

“Aaaaahh..." Slide! “MMMFFF!"

Right inside; his cock slid right inside her moist mouth. Grunting, she felt her jaw widen out further as the surprisingly thick length of his penis forced open her maw. It hurt; she'd never experienced something like this before! His smelly length, pushing along her teeth and tongue, while her lips struggled to close in on themselves; how could any woman do such a thing like this?

“GLGK!?"

And now she was gagging! This boy above her was forceful with his penis, sliding it in out of her mouth like his own personal toy. Pushing, pulling, pushing, pulling, pushing, pulling; all at this steady pace.

The burning heat of his length, the size of it, the taste! This fucking taste! Bitter and salty and disgusting! And dribbling this precum which oozed and slithered and slimed upon her tongue. She could feel his length throbbing, growing ever more energetic, ever stronger, to the point that her eyes grew wide.

Miranda was no fool; she knew what this meant!

“HRRRMMGGPH!?"

But her mind was suddenly stolen from the penis in her mouth, and instead down towards her own womanhood.

The boys at the back, they were plucking at her pussy! Their fingers swiveled and danced along her moist cunt and even her anus, teasing and toying with her body unlike she's ever done with herself! With her mind mouth full, all she could do was think 'NO!', even shake a little, but the boys continued on.

And soon...

Sliiiiiiideeeeee...!

“MMMGGGGHPHH!!!"

She felt a finger slid into her pussy, pushing in, pulling out, pushing in, pulling out; all at a slow, erotic pace. His middle digit stroked along her vaginal walls, having such skill, such finesse, that was so at odds on a man as young as himself. Struggle, struggle with all her might, Miranda could not stop her body from reacting. Her knees buckled, her legs twitched, her pussy gripped at his finger, and more of her nectar began oozing from her.

And then another finger...

It joined in with the first; sliding into her cunt where it moved at an alternating pace and speed. Miranda's eyes widened and her back arched, while two fingers from two different boys began squirming inside of her cunt. One would move up, the other down, one would push in, the other pull out, but both would abuse and use her to their own tastes and desires.

And then another finger, and another finger! Four fingers slid into her cunt, prying apart her walls while they filled the air with barks and chortles. The more they toyed with her, the hotter her body became! And the hotter her body became, the more moans were forced from her lips. She trie swallowing them down, tried stopping them, tried stifling down, but they grew stronger and more involuntary. So...

“Mmmff! Mmmm!!! Mffff!"

“Such sweet noises, bark."

“Grab me here, bark!"

“Yes! Grab me too, bark!"

The boy in front of her began reclining, sitting back with her jaw still attached to his length. Just allowing herself to move with the heat of it all, Miranda's head gently bobbed up and down upon his length, and her tongue started sliding around it. It graced the veins, trained the glands, licked the slit; the longer this went on, the better she got at her fellatio.

But two her sides, those two boys who once sucked on her tits. They grabbed her wrists, forcing her hands over to grab upon their throbbing penises. Fingers curling around them, Miranda hesitated at first, and then began to softly stroke her fingers and palms along their lengths. Opening her eyes, she looked first to the one above her, then over to the one's who she stroked off, her expression demure and submissive.

Just... let it happen... just... accept it... that's what she kept telling herself.

Her hands grew faster, her tongue grew stronger, and Miranda's eyes closed shut. Gently sucking on the length in her mouth, she felt its taste fuel through and completely over whelm her maw. The once putrid flavor started to change, becoming something... stronger? The once salty and bitter twang now tasted heavenly on her mouth, which itself made her more courageous. Even the way his length throbbed in her maw helped relax Miranda, who was getting more and more used to the feeling of having a cock in her mouth.

It was no longer as putrid, no longer as sinister. But this swelling in her chest would not die down, this realization that she was indulging in something as horrible as this. They were toying and treating her body like an object, but some part of her was actually liking it? Knowing this made Miranda convulse, her humiliation and frustration drawing tears from her eyes. But nothing was as terrible ass--

PUUUSH!

“NNGHGHH!?"

That finger. Whose finger it was, she didn't know, but one finger just jammed straight into her cunt. It hurt her. It pained her. But for some reason, it made her--

“HNNNNNNGGGHHHH!!!"

Miranda's body shuddered and her legs quaked, all while from her pussy poured out this loud trickling noise. It flooded down her thighs and stained the hands of those who toyed with her, causing the vixen to buckle in defeat.

She came. She came all around their hands. They were raping her, and yet she came.

The cock in her mouth popped out, allowing Miranda to gasp and pant for breath, while her eyes once again looked to the distance. She could still see the glittering lights of Sphange, could still hear the thumping music.

But no one could see or hear her. No one but...

Their hands grabbed her...

“No... please... I..." Miranda groaned, but as usual, they ignored her please.

She was pulled up and forced to sit on her butt, while the masked boys gathered around her. Their thick, throbbing penises all pointed towards her face, with Mirdan looking up at them in a lost and demure manner. Why was this happening to her? Had she done something to deserve this? Even if she had, this was just... too cruel.

“Your body is erotic, bark!"

“Your breasts are so big, bark!"

“Your ass is just as big, bark!"

“You're the best offering ever, bark!"

And then they raised their hands, hooking them like paws as they continued surrounding her.

“We're gonna play with you all night, bark!" they said in perfect unison.

She was surrounded by human flesh on all sides, making her flinch and bend her head down. Eyes closing shut, more tears swelled from within, as Miranda knew this wouldn't be the end.

Their penises. Their hard, long, thick penises. Once again, she felt their dicks rub and smear and drag upon her face and features. She felt it on her lips, her cheeks, her nose, some tangled them in her hair to stroke it along her scalp, and below, she feel felt their dicks slap and rub along her tits.

Reaching up, Miranda gripped some of their hips, holding them close so that she could brace herself against them. All the while, her nose was dominated and overwhelmed by the odor of their bodies. The heat, the sweat, the precum, the musk; completely overpowering her form.

“Now show what we taught you, bark!"

“Say 'aah'! Bark!"

Miranda gritted her teeth... then closed her eyes... and she--

“Aaaaahh..." Sliiip! “Mmmfff!"

Another cock slide into her mouth, this one being longer but not as wide as the previous one. Its taste was no less powerful, funneling through her mouth and straight to her brain. Again they controlled her body, forcing Miranda to grab the cocks of others, where she stroked them off with greater fervor than she'd done previously.

But behind, she felt the hands of another trail down her spine... before grabbing upon her tail and forcing it up. A yip escaped Miranda and her eyes closed, but even that was cut off when she felt their hands grope and knead her ass.

This body of hers... she was ever self-conscious about it. Cilia was perfect in every way. Lithe and sprightly, her younger sister had the body and the grace of a dancer. From her perky chest to her lovely blonde locks, to her powerful blue eyes; there's a reason why she was the eye of all.

But Miranda... frumpy, boring Miranda. She always felt her chest was too big, her butt too large, and her thighs too thick. Some would say her tall and voluptuous form was just that; perfectly voluptuous, and just as much the envy of others as Cilia's sprightly form. Miranda would disagree; she always felt fat.

But these masks... they felt differently. She kept hearing them bark praises at her, about how erotic her body was, how gorgeous she was, how amazing her breasts were, and how fat her ass was. A certain part of Miranda always wanted to hear a lover sprout praises about her body, to shower her with their love and adoration. But for it to be coming from these masked boys, it just felt...

Wrong, and vile...! She hated it! But a certain part of her liked it! A certain part of her liked the praising words, liked the fact that they thought she was gorgeous and erotic! To feel their trained hands knead her hips and ass, groping her body like freshly made dough; it was enough to make her tail spring up voluntarily! She couldn't believe it! She hated how they toyed with her! But for as humiliating as it was, Miranda couldn't stop her body from indulging in it.

Their hands... their curling, groping hands. She felt a hand slip between the cracks of her ass, teasing along her slit, and then up to her anus. The vixen's eyes widened out, followed by a--

“YEEEEEEEPPP!!!"

A spit-covered finger slid inside of her ass. It pushed in, pulled out, pushed in, pulled out, finding much resistance on her end. Her ass was pulled up, allowing the boy below greater access to her anus, which he pried apart with his trained fingers... only to be jointed by another hand. Someone else started poking and prying as her ass, their spit-covered digits penetrating her ass at alternating speeds and power. Miranda tried to speak, but her voice was constantly cut short by her own gasps as she struggled to keep up with them.

They were getting her anus ready! The way their fingers moved and pushed and penetrated her ass, told Miranda this! Ready for what though? She... wait... oh... oh no! Oh no! They weren't going to... they couldn't possibly! To put their cocks into somewhere like that! It's... it's dirty! It's--

“She's ready, bark!"

“She's so wet, bark!"

“She's been practically begging for this since the beginning, bark!"

“Let's give it to her, bark!"

“No, not yet, bark!"

“Not yet? Why not yet, bark?"

“She must ask for it, bark!"

“She must beg for it, bark!"

“She must want it, bark!"

“Yes! Yes! She must ask or it, bark bark!"

“She must beg for it, bark bark bark!"

“She must want it, bark bark bark bark!"

“Beg for it, bark!"

“Ask for it, bark!"

“Beg for it, bark!"

“Ask for it, bark!"

“Beg for it, bark!"

“Ask for it, bark!"

“Beg for it, bark!"

“Ask for it, bark!"

“Beg for it, bark!"

“Ask for it, bark!"

“Beg for it, bark!"

“Ask for it, bark!"

“NO! STOP! I CAN'T! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!"

Their voices, droning on and on and on like specters in the distance! They rang into her ears controlled her body, maneuvered her body, played with it as they saw fit. Their groping hands, their pushing penises, their wavering voices; all of it reduced Miranda to nothing but flesh! They squeezed and groped her arms and shoulders, her breasts and stomach, her ass and legs; nothing was sparred their relentless assault!

And she just couldn't take it anymore. The humiliation, the frustration, the fear, the sadness, so much sadness as tears rolled down her face. She tried to be strong... but this was Miranda; she was never that strong. Maybe if she was Cilia she would have been strong, or their mother, or some other female. But she was never that strong.

She was never that strong.

“I-! I can't take it anymore! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!" Miranda shouted, causing their hands to stop, “I BEG YOU! GIVE ME COCK, PLEASE! MAKE ME FEEL GOOD WITH COCK! SPRAY MY SOAKING WET PUSSY WITH CUM!"

Saying that, it felt like a weight had been pulled off of her shoulders. Miranda felt both strong and weak. Both liberated yet constrained. Both powerful yet defenseless. And it felt... good.

But...

The boys... they all stopped and stared down upon her. Even though she couldn't see it, she could feel their smiles pressing against the opposing sides of their fox masks.

“Not yet, bark."

“Beastkin go 'bark', right? Bark!"

“Do it! Do it! Say 'bark', bark!"

“We want to hear you 'bark'! Bark!"

“Say 'bark'! Bark!"

“Bark! Bark!"

The humiliation... it would never stop.

“Haah... hhgh... hahahah... b... b..." Miranda's head dropped, “Bark..."

And all around her...

“Bark! Bark!"

“Bark bark bark!!!"

“Bark! Bark! Bark!"

They began barking too. Barking and laughing and chortling; filling the air and Miranda with the realization that she just... gave up. It made her flinch, followed by a long swallow of understanding... and then her eyes opened and... she smiled.

Even if this was wrong and frustrating and humiliating... why did she enjoy it? Come tomorrow morning, if there is a tomorrow, how would she feel knowing she not only submitted, but she indulged in her submission?

Tomorrow morning... tomorrow morning...

Hands. Hands curled around her hips and bottom, pulling Miranda up and over. Looking ahead, her eyes met the cold, emotionless smile of the kitsune mask before her, her face twitching and shivering, though her smile remained. This boy, he positioned her above him, forcing her to straddle his hips while his cock slid up along her moist cunt. The fat head of his human penis, rubbed against the slender folds of her cunt, making her shiver. With as much strength as she could manage, she placed her hands on his shoulders, bracing herself against him. Her large chest pressed to his flat one, while his strong hands kept her lifted.

And his penis.

His hard, throbbing penis...

It rubbed and ground against her moist mound, before pressing up against her. Biting into her bottom lip, Miranda shook her head 'no'; one last bit of defiance before--

“GAAH-HAAAAH~~!"

His cock slipped right in!

It barged through her vaginal walls, forcing Miranda up and over where she collapsed over upon the boy who penetrated her. Pinned beneath her voluptuous body, he was surrounded by her tits, while she continued howling to the room around them. His cock... why was his cock so big and fat and strong? It pressed and plucked and punched all the buttons in her moist cunt, sending a thrilling wave of pleasure straight to her head. And that wave of pleasure, it made Miranda's back arch... before she fell forward, panting and gasping, while a tear streaked down her eyes.

It's one thing to be raped, but why did they have to be so damn good at it!?

“You're body is erotic, bark," said the boy who's length was in her snatch, “You're so tight, bark!"

“D-doon't... haahahah~! Don't say such... nnghh!" Grab! “Aahha-haaaha~!?"

Looking over her shoulder, Miranda's eyes grew wide as another had grabbed her posterior. His fingers sank into her pliable posterior, squeezing and groping and kneading at her flesh, before giving a swat of her hand that caused her ass to jiggle.

But then his hands wrapped around her stomach and chest, hugging her close. His broad chest rested against her back, while his throbbing penis began pressing against her anus. This was the moment; all that fingering led up to this. She's never experienced something so dirty, so lewd as to stick anything up her ass, let alone his penis!

But here it was coming, pressing and pressing and pressing! She could hear him barking, hear him chuckling, feel his hot breathes through his mask as it tickled her neck and cheek. And then he pulled back, an he puuuuush really hard into her ass!

The sensation of a cock in her ass! It burned! It stretched! It ached! Ooooooooh, did it ache! Something so large was sliding in her ass, and all Miranda could do was sit there and take it! He teeth clinched tight, her eyes screwed shut, her nostrils flaired as growls left her, and before long--

Pat...

It felt like forever, but the pushing was over. Somehow, she took every inch of his cock in her ass, connecting the two.

It felt sooooooooooo weird! Like a knot ws in her stomach! She had a cock in her pussy, a cock in her ass, and all these cocks pointing towards her face and body in a giant circle. In fact, one of these masked boy's stepped forward, his penis aimed towards her mouth. Again? Even like this? Again?

Yes, again...

“Saaayyy 'aaaaaahhhh'! Bark!"

“Aaaaaaahhh!" Slip! “Mmmffff!"

It slid right in; this thick cock of powerful size and shape. And then she felt others grab her wrists again, drawing her hands over towards their throbbing penis. Instinctively, Miranda wrapped her hands around their turgid members, and began stroking them off. Her jerking motions and speeds had growing stronger and, rubbing her thumbs along their glands and slits, while her palms pleasured the rest.

That's all Miranda had become; a sexual smorgasbord for their erotic hunger. Her pussy and ass filled with dick, she felt them thrust at alternating speeds and powers, fucking her deep and strong and just as fast or as slow as they pleased. The on in her mouth did likewise, gently sliding his length along her teeth, and tongue, widening out her jaw as she sucked on him. The boys in her hands, moaning and mewling as she jerked them off towards her, and the rest... hah... the rest.

She felt hands on her back, hands on her breasts, hands on her head, hands on her ass. Squeezing and kneading and groping her as they saw fit. The others must have been jerking themselves off at their own pace; Miranda couldn't tell you. Her eyes were closed, and her mind was fading away with every thrust, every pound, every lick, every slurp, every stroke, every... every...

Every everything.

Miranda's mind had become nothing but mush, incapable of focusing on anything but the overwhelming pleasure she felt from these mysterious masked men. The thrusts in her pussy and ass, the one in her mouth, the ones in her hands, the other hands that constantly groped and kneaded at flesh and fur; manipulating, toying and controlling to whatever whims they had, and almost none of her own.

If only there were someone from the outside looking in at the shrine at this moment. To see this voluptuous vixen be reduced to nothing more than a sex toy for human's in masks. Outside of her family, would anyone even care? To know that Miranda Tate – the one often times forgotten – would have this fate befall her, would nyone actually shed a tear like she was right now?

Would they?

Huh...

She no longer did, could no longer care. For caring would make her realize how horrible this all was. And while a part of her – her true self – continued screaming to not fall in, to escape this sinister pit of madness, the other part, the naturally weak and submissive part, just told her to keep going. Keep falling, just let it go. For in defeat, she could find some solace.

Whatever that may be...

“You're the best offering ever, bark!"

“I'm gonna cum, bark!"

“Me too, bark!"

“I'm cumming too, bark!"

“Let's all cum together, bark!"

“Are you ready, offering, bark?"

“You'll cum too, right? Bark!"

“Yes, cum! Cum! Bark!"

Their voices and their bodies... they were like a drug to Miranda. Their chanting to cum, to climax, to orgasm; it all filled her mind and played on an infinite loop. Cum they told her! Cum! Cum and cum and cum and cum and cum! Such a lewd and dirty command; they treated her like some filthy whore. But as she beat their dicks with her hands, sucked on one in her mouth, and milked too with her pussy and ass, Miranda felt that surge roaring through her body.

To cum. To climax. To orgasm!

Her eyes opened, staring ahead to the pelvis of not only the boy who was balls deep into her mouth, but also the ones who 's lengths she grasped. Their masked face continued to cover their expressions, if any. All she saw was the endless, smiling visage of a faux fox. But...

What did she look like to them?

Her long black hair was no longer obscuring her face, and her usually morose expression had been replaced with regretful tears and puffed cheeks. But her body continued cascading, rushing and roaring as the bomb within her womb was finally starting to wind down. The boom was coming, the explosion they wanted, and she honestly needed. Pulling up, Miranda was forced in to sit up on the cock in her pussy, watching as their bodies convulsed, their moans grew louder, her body grew hotter, and all at once--

“MMMFFF!"

“HAAHH!"

“AAAAHHH!"

“GAAAHHH!"

“HAAAAAHH!"

Cum.

That's it.

Cum.

It exploded in her. It exploded on her. It was.... cum...

She'd never felt a rush of it surging into her pussy like it, and certainly never felt it staining and filling her ass. Hot and gooey and virile, their loads filled her tight pussy and ass completely, staining pink with nothing but white.

In her mouth, seed and cum and spunk came roaring, completely overwhelming her jaw with semen. It soaked down her gums, covered her tongue, and absolutely overwhelmed her teeth. But he wasn't pleased with just staining his mouth, just like the others weren't pleased with just staining her pussy and ass.

They pulled out, and joining in with the others, they all came upon her face and bodies. These boys, or masked men, or spirits, or humans, or kitsunes or whatever the hell they were! They all showered her with semen! It stained and soaked into her face and hair and fur, even her breasts and stomach! From her ass up to her ears, slathering and completely covering her once brown fur white with spunk and semen. It was all so hot! So steamy! So white! So damn white!

And the taste!

“Gggkrkrgkglhh!?"

Miranda groaned, gargling cum in her mouth as her entire body grew limp. Falling face first into the floor as semen flowed from her mouth and even out of her nose, her pussy quaked and twitched. For the second time that night, the vixen endured her own climax as her folds twitched and pulsated. And from them trickled this thick stream of clear juices; squirting hard upon the floor for all of them to see.

It felt like forever... but it wasn't...

As cum oozed down her face, she stared over to her right, the humiliation of the situation once again befalling her. To be fucked and toyed with so mercilessly, and yet to orgasm from it. Miranda felt like a truly wretched creature.

But at least it was over now. At least it was over. At least now she could be free of this sensual, erotic hell she had been trapped in.

But...

Miranda rolled over upon her back, coughing a few times as thick cum oozed down her throat. Her brown eyes looked over however...

The penises of those around her... they were still so damn hard.

“That was great, bark!"

“Yes! This years offering is amazing, bark!"

“She's good enough to keep going, bark!"

“The harvest festival is ten hours long, bark!"

“And we've only wasted a few, bark!"

“We still have so many more hours to go, bark!"

“Let's not waste them, bark!"

“Let's keep going and going and going, bark!"

“We only get ten years, bark!"

“Let's make this count, bark!"

“Prepare yourself... Miranda... bark..."

All in unison, their eyes befell Miranda beneath them. The morose and nude vixen, oozing with spunk and sperm, shivering a she knew what was to come. And yet... she accepted it, and even nodded.

And then she smiled.

“Bark... bark..."

Thank goodness... this night wasn't gong to end soon...

…

“MIRRRAAAANNNDAAAAA!!!"

“MIRAAAA! MIRRRAAA! WHERE ARE YOU!!!"

“MIIRRAAANDAAAAAA!!!"

When Cilia walked past the Fourth Temple last night, she did not see Miranda. She lingered out there on the silent night roads for a half an hour, before continuing on with her quest. Frustrated, the blonde vixen thought her sister had skipped out on helping her with her bet, but that did not mean she was allowed to miss her own duties as acting maiden.

So Cilia returned to Sphange after completing her quest, and the Harvest Festival continued on as usual. Much to her chagrin, Tula mocked her for her supposed cowardice of not going to the Fourth Temple, and all Cilia could do was stew in anger.

And that anger exploded into rage when she met up with her family. Her brother and parents told her that Miranda retreated off to her library, something Cilia believed. That backstabbing older sister of hers! Going to her library when she asked for her help! When she got her hands on her, she was going to ring her frumpy neck dry!

But...

The library was silent, and the doors were locked; no one was there. Perhaps then Miranda went home, turning in early for the night, despite her claims that she would return? Fine, so be it! If her sister wanted to leave, then let her! Cilia was just going to enjoy the Harvest Festival! It does occur once ever ten years!

So she did! Cilia, her brother, their parents and everyone else of Sphange young and old, all enjoyed themselves. They ate, they danced, some got drunk, but when the bell tolled at 5 AM, everyone knew it was time to turn in. This years harvest would be a bountiful one, they knew it. And though Cilia was still annoyed by her sister's betrayal, she and the rest of her family had a lovely time that night.

They went home.

They went to sleep.

They awoke the next noon, much like everyone did.

But something was wrong.

Miranda wasn't home...

It was her brother – Samson – who first noticed this. At first, Cilia tried to play it off, tried ignoring it. If her sister wasn't home, then oh well; maybe she passed out at her library reading one of her endlessly boring books.

But that was impossible.

Miranda's satchel – the one she always carried on her person when she went to the library – was on her bed. If it was on her bed, then that means she wasn't at the library. And if she wasn't at the library and wasn't home... then...

Oh no...

“MIRRRAAANNDAAAA! WHERE ARE YOOOOUUU!?"

The calls of the Tate family echoed along the hilly mountainside, spread out as they searched for their missing member. Mr. and Mrs. Tate were together, Samson was a little off to the left, while Cilia stood on the steps towards the Fourth Temple.

Her ears were twitching with fear, while her mind danced with thoughts about the supposed rumors of the Fourth Temple, and how maidens who end up there come back... different. No, it had to be a lie, it had to be sinister joke, it just had to be a myth! Because if it was real, if she subjugated her sister to something so horrible for something as stupid as a bet...

Cilia would never forgive herself...

“MIRRAAANNDAAAAA! MIRAAA- huh...!?"

As Cilia walked up the ruinous stairs beneath her feet, she saw a man in the distance.

Human.

Bald head.

Bearded chin.

Wearing a fine gray suit.

A cane in one hand.

A stopwatch in the other.

Circular-rimmed glasses on his face.

He stood alone some distance way, checking his stopwatch idly. But something about him felt... off. He seemingly wavered in existence, less like a living creature, and more like a mirage. Cilia even brought her hands up to her eyes, rubbing them a few times to help focus her gaze. But when her hands dropped...

The man was gone.

Replacing him was--

“Oh no..."

The Fourth Temple stood derelict before her, no longer blocked from view.

“HEY! EVERYONE! I... I THINK I'VE FOUND MIRANDA!" Cilia shouted towards her family, before turning to face the doors of the Fourth Temple, “Please... gods... anything but..."

Cilia kept telling herself that the rumors were just that; rumors. Silly little stories adults tell to children so that they won't play around at the abandoned and decaying Fourth Temple. But as she ran up to the doors of the shrine, she found that it was just slightly agape. Someone had been here...

“Gods no..."

Cilia's hand pressed up against the door, pushing with all of her strength. A wicked EEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRNNNNNGGGGG!!! noise echoed out, but then the aged and weak hinges grew loose, cracked, snapped, and--

GGGGRRRRRRRRNNNNGGGHH!!!

THUUUUUUUUNNNNDDDD!!!

The sound of the door falling and slamming against the floor, rattled Cilia down to her bones. Her hair and fur all stood on end, while she stood there momentarily. Her heart was racing; she was too afraid to take another step. But her sister! Above all, she needed to find her sister!

So she stepped in...

“Gods! Gnnngh!? Th-that smell!?"

And immediately she stopped.

Hands rushing to her nose, Cilia nearly doubled over while her eyes grew wide. This horrendous, putrid, disgusting smell roared into her nose! It was frothy and hot like sweat in a barn... and cum. But not just a little bit of cum, not even a lot of cum... but an exorbitant amount of semen. It stained Cilia's nose and made her gag; it was almost impossible to breathe under these conditions.

What the hell was going on here!?

Hell...?

Hell...

“Gllk... glgll... glllk... ghhnnn... hnnn..."

“What... what's that...? M... Mira...?"

There was someone else in here.

Pulling her head up, Cilia gazed into the direction where the noise came from, her eyes falling on the center of this foreboding sanctuary. And there in the center, illuminated by sunlight through the windows and cracks in the ceiling was a body. A voluptuous form of a nude vixen, her once brown fur completely covered in semen. It oozed and drenched down her body like the webs of a spider, and pooled around her naked form. She laid in the middle of it all, completely immobile, save for a few random twitches, and the sound of her breathing.

“Miran... da...?" Cilia whispered lowly.

“Glkg... glll... gllkknnh... gkkk... hnnnn... b..."

“Miranda...!?" and then she rushed forward her, “Oh gods! Miranda! Gods! I... hahahh!?"

Without a care for herself, Cilia grabbed her sister by the shoulders, leaning her up so that she could get a better view of her. Drawing her hands over, she tried cleaning Miranda's face of cum, but there was so much and it was so thick, that she just kept scraping and scraping and scraping! Eventually she was able to reveal those thin, brown eyes she'd recognize from anywhere.

They looked so lost.

“Miranda please," Cilia whispered, “What happened!? Y-you're okay, r-right!? Nnnghh! P-please! Say something!"

Her mouth opened.

“Bark... bark..."

The cycle goes in tens.

Every ten years, a maiden among the people of Sphange is chosen to go on a ten hour quest throughout the village. This maiden must go to the shrines surrounding their humble town, pray to them, and deliver upon them the offerings right for their gods. Olympia in the heart of the town, Oceanus by the river, and Jukain near the mountains. And only once this quest is complete, will the harvest in ten days be a bountiful one.

But...

As of late, a new cycle is being born within Sphange: a new myth, a new rumor, one that gains traction alongside its beloved legend.

Every ten years, for reasons no one can explain, a human-beastkin hybrid is randomly born to one of the village's women. And the women who birth these hybrids...

They never act the same ever again...