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A tiny chime rang out into the evening to join the sound of rain tapping on concrete and brick as the door to a pub opened. Out stepped a fellow with long black hair and no umbrella to speak of. He had sharp red eyes and his hair was being matted against his flushed face. A sigh rolled off his mouth as he dug his hands into his coat and started walking. The rain hadn’t been there before his arrival but it was made more irritating by the fact that it combined with the cold to create a cocktail that tried to sober him up as fast as possible. Even after an evening of drinking, Alan just couldn’t wipe away the day’s events. Being fired from his job would have been upsetting enough but being let go without warning or ability to collect his final paycheck had done a further number on his mood. No rights for workers and everything for the employer he supposed. That’s what he got for working for a fat company. Thought he had job security but it turned out they were just using his hard work. Everything would be okay though, he had his savings, he had a few friends here and there that acted as a good support network but still, he’d have to find a job soon enough or that little safety net he’d built would come burning down. It wasn’t as if that net were big either. His friends all had their own troubles and his savings were shallow enough from various medical expenses over the year. Damn, if he was thinking about this then he really hadn’t gotten drunk enough but when he looked out toward the rainy expanse, he realized that he couldn’t quite recall where his home was. Maybe he was drunk enough or something else. With a shrug, he started walking to wander wherever his legs took him.

The streets were laid bricks and old cobbled stones that remained whole against the sharp rain. Black metal lamps curved over the sidewalks with buzzing lanterns illuminating his path. Alan was thankful for the light and all but he really wanted his mind back enough to remember where he was going and he’d also like the capacity to care again. There was no sense of panic or fear inside of him right now just a sort of numbness that seemed kind of indifferent toward everything. The buildings nearby had shuttered openings with closed signs. A few of those shutters were pushed up with neon displays that flickered and welcomed anyone who was hungry at this hour. Places that sold noodles, burgers and other things that made his stomach turn at the thought of eating on a drunk stomach.

In spite of the rain and the buzz in his cheeks telling him that he was still drunk, the evening was kind of nice. There was someone at a little shop chopping up meat under a canopy who waved a bloody cleaver at them with a big toothy smile. He returned the wave with a little curve of his own lips and even gave a thumbs up. Hard workers were always good folk. Maybe he should stop by that butcher to see if a job was open later but right now he wasn’t sure a drunk hand could handle a blade well enough to impress let alone trust his own mouth and so, he kept on walking while the city rolled around him. There were other people that waved him on, good people that had their own things to do during this hell of an hour. That kindness eventually started to fester though. Here these people were working hard as they could or doing whatever it was that they needed to do to keep on moving and he was drunk, drunk and doing absolutely nothing important with his life.

He stood at a crosswalk with a deep frown until he felt a nudge at his side. It was a tiny old lady with sharp glasses and a small smile. She held up a rosy colored umbrella, “Here. Take it. My homes at the bakery here. Now, don’t ya go freezing to death okay? Cold night and even drunk I’m sure you can feel it, right?”

Alan’s hand touched the umbrella and he muttered, “Uh...Thanks, but uh, don’t know if I can return this. Don’t even know if I can repay ya since I’m not sure really where I am.”

The old woman nudged it into his hand and poked his chest with the tip before chuckling, “Easy then. Wait out the rain somewhere close or at least until you’re sober and in the end, if you go home with this, then at least I’ve helped someone down on their luck.” With her other hand she pointed toward the distance, “If you want a place to stay for a bit, the hill over there has a shrine. It is a place that we all respect and I’m sure it’ll treat you nicely if you treat it nicely. Better than a gutter, right?”

In response, Alan took hold of the umbrella and brought it up to let it open while his eyes were rooted on the tree-dotted hill in the distance, “Huh, guess wood is better than concrete. Thanks, granny.”

When he turned she was already walking toward the little bakery on the corner, one wrinkled hand held up to give him a backward wave. Shrugging, he started on his merry drunk way across the street where he found cut stone stairs heading up the hill. He grunted as he started the ascent, careful as his drunk self could manage not to slip. Up and up he went while wondering where he was. Part of him was not drunk enough to slur his words and another part of him was still there to remind him that he wasn’t feeling great, so why then could he not remember where he was? This part of the city was most likely known to him as he’d been here all his life but whenever he tried to recall the memories were blank as if he didn’t want to think about anything in the past. In fact, attempting to think too much just made his head feel like hot white noise was being pushed into his ears. He’d rather it stop but it never did, did it? It always came back with or without the alcohol.

Eventually, he made it to the top of the steps and found that he was huffing. Either it was the alcohol, or he was just out of shape. Probably both. Alan didn’t spare a glance back. He just started walking down a path with little marker stones set here and there to show where he should be going along with little lanterns on the ground that lit the way. There were wires in the trees that somehow didn’t disturb the nature but rather created some sort of strange amalgam of machine and tree. He kept on walking while looking around, impressed that so much life could remain so strong knee deep in concrete hell.

Alan soon reached the end of the path and found himself staring at the shrine itself. It looked like a small home raised on a wooden foundation with paper panel doors. He moved up the steps and heard the sound of water hitting the roof rather than his borrowed umbrella and he closed it before setting it against the door. Slowly, he turned around and sat down with a grunt, eyes looking toward a scene of city lights down below the hill flickering through the trees and yet, despite being able to see all of that life, all he could hear was his own heartbeat mixing with the sound of the rain dancing all around.

Sitting down brought his body to rest. The white noise in his head kept on playing and seemed to grow louder when his butt was planted on the floor. He could go inside and see what the shrine was like but that not only seemed disrespectful, it seemed like work. Right now, he didn’t want to get up, didn’t want to think, didn’t even want to be here but here he was. With a sigh he laid back on the hardwood, figuring that he might as well try and get to sleep. As he shut his eyes, he swore he heard the door nearby sliding open.

When he didn’t rouse at the sound, he heard steps on the wood joining the noise of the rain. Again he didn’t open his eyes but he felt something sharp prodding at his cheek. With a grunt, he opened a single eye to see a vulpine face looking down at him. Alan blinked. What looked like a fox with white fur and red markings around its eyes stood there with a big smile. His eyes turned just enough to spot that the sharp object poking his cheek was a single claw from the fox’s paw. What a weird hallucination. It got just a bit weirder when he sat up and saw that the fox was standing upright and wearing a split skirt.

She was short enough that he could reach over and pat her head easily with a tilted head, “Cutest lil’ hallucination ever. Gotta say, usually I see these without the alcohol but I don’t think I mind so much.”

A strong grip at his wrist argued against his hallucination theory while the words came from the fox with a chuckle, “While I’m glad that you think I’m cute, I don’t necessarily think that you should be petting me as if I were a common animal. Now, if you’d like to come in from the cold then I would happily offer you that warmth perhaps with a cup of tea and a bit of conversation. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Alan tilted his head from side to side before nodding, “Yeah, that sounds pretty good. I still think yer somethin’ of my mind’s troubled self but whatever, it’s probably better inside anyway.”

The fox shook her head with a small sigh and turned tail to start walking inside. Alan got up from where he had been lying and followed after her his eyes turning the fact that she had a good set of hips for her size and the fact that the split skirt didn’t really do anything to cover her up. His eyes instead moved toward the inside of the shrine where he found that his thought that it looked like a small home was right. At the front, he took off his shoes to be respectful and stepped deeper into a living space the felt warm. The door closed behind him without his touch or anyone else’s but that didn’t matter. There was genuine warmth within the building and it was something that felt surprisingly nice considering he had been so numb outside. They soon entered a living room with a table and small cushions set around it. His host sat at one of the cushions and he did the same. There were lanterns on the walls that gave the room a warm light and whatever was heating the home was still making it nice and toasty.

Both of her paws were folded in her lap, her eyes shut and a small smile on her face as the silence cut between them. He wondered if he should say something but it just kind of felt awkward at the moment. When he thought about thanking her, a few wisps of blue fire came in from another room with a teapot, cups and other little things perfect for the occasion. He blinked as a cup was set in front of him and a spoon was dropped into his hand. Alan gave a little nod of thanks to the tiny blazing ball and it seemed to flicker in approval before bounding off. When he looked, the fox was already mixing sugar and honey into her own cup and Alan decided to do the same.

“So…” He began as he took hold of the cup to bring it up to his mouth, “What exactly are you if not a hallucination?”

The fox took a sip from her cup before setting it down gingerly with a sigh, “I’m the goddess of this shrine. Simple as that.”

With an elbow on the table, Alan leaned forward to get a better look at the tiny fox. Still small with the most royal feature being those violet eyes and red markings around her eyes. With a shrug, he brought his own cup to his mouth to take a drink of the warm tea, grateful for the heat. When the cup was back on the table he muttered, “Figured a goddess would be more imposin’ or something. You’re kinda tiny huh?”

“I will forgive those words of yours simply because I know humans cannot hold their alcohol.” Another sip was taken but this time she set the cup down a bit more firmly, “Now, if I may ask, what is a drunk human doing on my doorstep. Have you no home? Are you a pathetic stray?”

Alan considered that for a bit before nodding, “Yeah, I’d say I’m a stray. I got a home but I forgot where it was. Heads pretty fuzzy, can’t remember much tonight and I don’t think its the alcohol either. I can say everything just fine, no slurring or anything. Guessing the rain sobered me up or I never drank enough to begin with. Still, I feel numb. Don’t even wanna think about what tomorrow might bring either.”

The fox frowned at that, “My, quite the sad stray. Life isn’t going so well?”

Alan chuckled, “Life? I don’t even think I’m livin’ right now. Day to day working under some giant’s fist waiting for them to slap me out of the door and move on to the next giant. Been thinking about working at a smaller place but even then, those giants come crashing down on those people too.”

“Ah, a lack of agency. My my my, humans in that city of yours certainly have troubled lives. You know, if you offer tribute then I could always make your life one that you’re actually living rather than passing time with.” She said with a small smile.

With a raised brow, Alan sighed and shook his head, “Hallucinations are wild. A goddess offering me a boon if I offer her some sort of offering. I got nothin’ for yah except my company and well, my hands here.”

The fox chuckled, “Come on now...You can do better than that. What about your company would be an offering? And what of your hands? Don’t tell me you’re the sort to grope random women?”

Alan snorted, “Hah, guess that’s true. Listen, on a night like this any sort of company is nice. Just talkin’ while the rain is comin’ down, sharing a drink and as for my hands? Well, if cute women are willing then these hands are touchin’.” He then blinked and put a hand over his face while muttering, “Sorry if that’s a bit disrespectful, lady.”

Laughter touched the room and the fox’s voice came with a near purr, “It has been so long since a human has been brash with me! The people who live just down the hill are so respectful they would never assume that their company is worth anything and to think, flirting? If you really want to keep me company for the evening as your tribute then we’ll need something to keep the evening going and our lips loose.” She brought a paw up before snapping her digits. Little wisps of fire came in with a ceramic bottle of sorts and new cups. They set those down and took away the empty tea cups and pot and as the wisps left the room the fox muttered, “And as for groping me, we’ll see about that.”

Alan blinked and lifted his head to watch the fox take hold of the ceramic bottle to pour something clear into each cup. He took hold of his when offered and suddenly found himself embarrassed, “Well, shoot...Didn’t think I’d be doing this tonight or uh, drinking more but I guess I should know your name right?”

The fox gingerly set her cup against his and said with a smile, “I like to have people call me Vi. In this day and age, long names and titles feel a bit out of touch.”

“Vi huh?” Alan muttered, “Well, good to meet you. Name’s Alan.”

He tapped his cup against the goddess’ cup and brought it back to take a drink. The liquid was burning hot and not just because it was alcohol. It was spiced until the drink was actual fire against his tongue but the flavor was sweet and tangy kissing one another in his mouth. He gulped that first pull down his throat as best as he could manage before setting down the cup and huffing out hot air. It actually came out as a fine mist from his mouth and when he looked at Vi she was blowing out a cloud just above herself, already her cheeks taking on a tint of red beneath the snow-white fur.

When she saw that he was staring, Vi grinned, “Dragon’s breath. A strong drink I make up here myself with the help of my servants. It is a spirit made for the palette of the divine. Don’t push yourself too much if you can help it.”

Alan looked down at the cup before looking at her again, “I mean, it burns like it was made for demons instead of the divine but it tastes sweet like nectar too? I dig it and you said you made it yourself? Guess goddesses have to be talented or something.”

Vi raised a brow, “For demons? I should have you whipped for that little comment.”

He ignored that for a second to take another sip of the drink, the fire on his tongue refreshed by the drink before he set his cup down and blew out a bit more mist, “Hah! Okay, I’m sorry but I mean, if you want to move to the groping already I understand, though, take it easy on me. I’m not used to the rough stuff.”

For a second, he wondered if he had been stricken with sudden stupidity or if it was genuinely the drink in his hands being something that strong but as he was about to apologize, her words came with the soft sound of her laughter, “I’ll have to remember that you bruise easily.”

He blinked and looked to see that her eyes were narrowed and she was reclining while taking a deep pull of her drink. The cup came down and she poured herself some more while the mist flowed from her lips with a kiss to the air. Nervous as ever, he drank down his own cup while ignoring the burn before extending his emptied vessel to the goddess to have another fill. It didn’t take long for his nerves to start loosening as the cups kept on being emptied. The numbness that had been leftover from the cold of the rain and the bitterness of his day faded away for a warmth that rooted itself in his gut and chest. Those nerves were loosened enough that his lips flowed freely about his life and in turn, Vi shared some bits about her own life. She never provided anything too personal but Alan was more than happy to let out his life’s story while occasionally thanking her for letting him stay for a while.

“Bah, your boss sounds like a fool. Working you ragged and expecting you to come in sick. Hanging your job over your head until eventually you get fed up and slip once or twice.” She took a deep pull of what was left in her cup while drawing one leg up, skirt parting to show her thighs while she set the cup down and huffed, “Karma will get him don’t you worry. If you wish it of me, I’ll drag him to the dirt too!”

He wasn’t sure if that was a drunken boast or if she was being genuine with him but either way, he started to chuckle, “Hah! Thanks. I’ll keep it in mind. Maybe make that decision in the morning when the dragon’s breath is out of my system.”

Vi giggled, “Reasonable! Most humans aren’t so thoughtful, especially while drunk. Listen to me now, I’ll tell you this. Humans are creatures full of vice. It makes watching them fun. I bet even you are a pile of irredeemable sin, huh? I mean, I already know that you lust just the same as any other but tell me, do you lust while devoted to one?”

Alan felt his cheeks burn more than the alcohol in his system but he only responded with a snort, “I’m by myself right now. Last relationship didn’t go so well but eh, what can you do? I always look for somethin’ open because I just want to be able to love my friends too y’know? One on one deals have never been for me and someone trying to force that on me when I tell them that I’m not into it is just fucked.” He then snickered, “Not that an old timer like you would understand, right? You’re all traditions and what not; must be!”

“Hah!” Sputtered the fox as she slapped a paw on the table and leaned forward, “If you think that old fashioned means one on one then you’re sorely mistaken! I’ll have you know that the oldest of old traditions saw all creatures grinding together for the divine blessing of fertility! Wives and husbands shared without qualms and it was only after a while that things devolved into this foolishness of one per one!”

The human blinked and muttered, “And how about yourself. Did you participate in any of those fertility rituals?”

Vi slapped the table again, “Of course I did! Men and women fawned over me, begging for my favor and my body. They would do anything just to have a taste and yet it somehow became that touching the goddess was an affront to nature and that all should respect her!” She drank deeply of her cup before slamming it down, “Yes! Respect me but I would love to be ravaged right about now.”

Their eyes met for a choice few seconds. Alan sipped on his cup quietly while staring into her violet eyes. Before he could make the first move or ask if she wanted him to try anything, she moved around the table and sat hers rear on his leg, tail around his waist while she took hold of his cup to set it down for him. She grabbed his cheeks firmly and brought them down so their lips could meet in the middle. The kiss was just as hot as the drink still resting at his gut and soon enough his own hands came up to grab her cheeks in kind, the fur soft against his digits as he parted his lips with hers to let their tongues meet. When their mouths pulled away, the mist from the drink flowed between them and it felt like the fire in his gut was starting to roll around until it stopped at his groin. She was short but had a nice set of hips and curves with just the right amount of pudge. Even if this still was some sort of weird hallucination, he was damn sure that he was going to enjoy this.

Seeing his resolve, the fox slipped away from his lap to watch as he got up and started to strip. First came the coat and then the vest and shirt underneath. Almost as soon as he had done this, she was at his side with her digits grabbing his hips to trail up to bare skin where she stroked the surface which sent a shudder through his body. He tried to get ready on his own but her claws came back down to loop through his trousers and tug them down firmly along with his boxers. Alan nearly fell over as he moved to step out of his pants and sit back on the cushion. Vi watched him with sharp eyes, a small smirk dotting her features as she hooked a digit through her own skirt to tug it down over her thighs to let it drop to the floor. She stepped out of it and approached with both paws coming out to grab onto his cock that hadn’t quite caught up to the situation.

Just a simple touch and his cock was already twitching toward the attention, growing bit by bit while she passed her digits up and down his length. She leaned down to kiss the tip a few times to help the process along. When he was fully erect he reached down to try and get a good feel over her body but blinked as she swatted his hands away and moved up to sit on his lap. Her plump rear was squished against the base of his cock with her warm slit sliding against it as she moved her body.

“U-uh, no foreplay then?” He asked with a small smile.

The fox’s tail curled around his balls, squeezing tighter than he might have expected while she brought up a claw to press against his chest, “If you think that I need something like that, then you’re sorely mistaken. I’m a goddess and what I want is to be filled. Feel free to grab and touch all you want but only if it is served to stuff me, got it?”

Was it the alcohol making her so aggressive or was it simply the way she was? Not waiting for his response, the tiny fox brought hips up all the way while she reached down to grip his cock and take the tip to push it up between her wet folds and into her cunt. She let out a hiss of breath that flowed against his chest, the heat gripping at his shaft causing him to shudder while his hands came down to grab her rear. The fox dipped her hips down all the way until a loud clap echoed out into the room.

Alan winced and looked down to see that a wild grin was locked on her face. The tightness around his cock seemed to squeeze just a bit more the longer they remained connected and as he was about to ask if she was okay for him to move, she started to roll her hips, bringing them up and down. Both of his hands grabbed onto her plump rear to hold on to something while she rode him like a wild beast. Vi bounced on his lap while her claws dug into his sides and her mouth moved to plant firm bites along his chest and shoulder. Every place her fangs pressed against sent cold shivers out from the spot. The sharpness was a concern at the back of his mind but she never dug her claws or fangs in deep enough to break the skin, only to press and tease him with little sparks of pain that moved along the pleasure rolling in his cock. Whenever he tried to move his hips, it was nothing compared to the power of her body moving on his. It felt like the entire cosmos was bearing down on him despite the fact that she was so much smaller, his mind growing heavier by the second and his body growing hotter and hotter with each movement of her hips.

It got to the point where he was feeling every little bit of his body crying out with some sort of sensation. His hands were shaking with a mixture of cold and feverish heat curling through the digits and his heart was racing as he tried to collect himself. Maybe he could do a better job if he hadn’t been struck so suddenly by her lust and when he looked down she was giggling. She was actually laughing at him. When he tried to look away she grabbed his cheeks and stopped her motions long enough to tug Alan down for a kiss. It was a soft peck and her thumbs circled his cheeks while she pulled away slowly.

“Calm down.” She purred, “The alcohol is something strong and you’re probably still not all that right from it, so take it easy and let me handle everything. I want to rough you up, want to ride you until the sun comes up but it looks like you can only handle so much right now. I have to remind myself to take it easy on you mortals.”

Alan muttered, “Ugh...I feel like a wreck and a disappointment.”

She gave a firm squeeze to his cheeks and nuzzled his nose, “That’s the alcohol speaking, and possibly your brain being a bit silly. Now, relax. Don’t let the heat overtake you and focus on something else.”

With a sigh, Alan shut his eyes and tried to block out the heat burning in his entire body. His hands felt over her rear again, digits sliding up to her hips to feel over the soft fur while her hips started to rock back and forth gently. The fire that had been choking his mind and body slowly gave way to a gentle warmth as the rocking kept at a steady pace. She no longer bit or clawed but instead wrapped her arms around his sides for a gentle embrace. Alan leaned back while his own hips moved now, confidence given as a pleasured pressure began to build in his body.

Now their body’s began to move toward a collective quickening, breaths coming out with little sighs and hums of pleasure that combined into something truly divine. His own hips were moving in earnest while the fog in his head seemed to clear away, his grip tightening on her body to bring that softness closer and closer while his orgasm started to edge just that closer. When he tried to whine that he was about to blow, her lips met his while his eyes were closed and a seal was formed to keep any complaint or worry from escaping or even happening in the first place. A few more thrusts and he could feel her insides tightening on his cock, a gushing warmth growing as his own climax began to twitch out from the tip of his shaft. The fox moaned against his mouth, their body’s trembling together as pleasure spilled between them.

Even with how gentle that had been, even with how soft she had gone, his eyes remained shut as his body drooped backward. Sleep took him, a drunk slumber that was met with pleasant dreams of soft clouds. The morning, was much less pleasant.

Alan’s eyes cracked open and he found himself in a room covered by blankets with his head set on a pillow but whenever he moved, he felt like his face was about to pop. He winced and sat up slowly, groaning as he did so, “Ohh...I feel awful.” He muttered.

“And you should.” Said a voice from the other side of the room.

He looked to see Vi entering with a cup in paw. She stepped to the bed and offered the cup to which he looked at with a bit of suspicion. He took it up and sniffed it, making sure that it wasn’t any more alcohol before taking a drink. Cold water hit him like the sweet nectar of life. He drank it down in one go before sighing, “Ugh...What happened last night? I remember sex but I also remember being a mess.”

Vi snickered, “You were as serviceable as a toy at the very least but the squeezing and whimpering were kind of cute so I’ll forgive you.”

Alan touched his forehead and closed his eyes, recalling the previous night in its entirety before blowing out a breath, “Huh, looks like I wasn’t hallucinating. Awesome. Can I crash here for a bit?”

Vi blinked, “Excuse me?”

He chuckled with a little wince from the headache he was still nursing, “You said I’d earn your favor if I offered something. I offered my company, didn’t I? And you accepted.”

The fox’s eyes narrowed but she smiled and raised her chin, “Fine. I’ll grant you your boon. You can stay until you feel well and are welcome to come back for a visit. Perhaps, with less alcohol.” She then crossed her arms and the smirk grew to a grin, “And I’d expect you to come back because who knows if this seed of yours will stick.”

Alan coughed, “Excuse me?”

“Deities and mortals rearing children was a normal occurrence. Don’t think just because of this appearance of mine that I can’t get pregnant! My! You were so eager to cling.” She teased.

The human sighed before lying back on the bed, “Okay...I can deal with that, I think. I uh, damn, I gotta get a good job now more than ever though.”

Vi blinked, “What? Why?”

Alan turned to her and frowned, “What do you mean why? I gotta take care of you and the kid if you get knocked up right? I can’t just flake out.”

The fox laughed and sat at the edge of the bed, “Alan sweetie, I’m a goddess...I don’t need anything in life except for maybe one or two things and as a lonely existence you gave me one offering that would earn you anything you desire.”

Alan tilted his head, “A baby?”

Vi snorted and leaned in to give his cheek a kiss, “Company.”

The human smiled at that, “Oh! Well, glad I could be of service. Say, think I could move in sometime?”

Vi gave his cheek a little pinch, “Forward, aren’t you? If you want to live here you’ll have to work as my priest.”

“Eh, I can deal with that. What do I gotta do? Tell people you’ll kill them if you don’t get your offerings?” He said with a chuckle.

The fox pinched his cheek just a bit harder before sighing, “Something like that. Now...Rest.”

Alan nodded, feeling something else besides the headache creeping inside of his head. Maybe a cold, maybe something else since he had been out in that cold rain with an umbrella. Who knows, he might’ve been worse if it hadn’t been for that old granny and this so-called goddess and if he was still hallucinating, well, he hoped that it would never end.