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Old Shrine New Lives

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“Come on Kirisha! Just a couple more flights of stairs to go and we’ll be there!” yips an anthropomorphic lithe red furred fox with a creamy white belly. His amber eyes look down at his companion, a green scaled, black striped anthropomorphic raptor.

The raptor pants, dressed in fall clothing, shivers a bit when a cool wind blows through the air, making the trees rattle, several leaves falling to the ground, “We’ve climbed half the mountain already…” she remarks with a heavy pant, grabbing an old wooden railing that breaks a part in her claws. She looks at her claw rubbing it against a nearby tree, “Kogey I know you are excited because it is a fox shrine, but does it really have to be so out of the way?”

“The steps are to keep your head down and show respect to the spirits and the Gods,” he explains as the eager fox bounces on his feet, “Just a bit more, come on! It's not every day you get to visit an abandoned shrine!”

She huffs, “You know if they didn’t make it so high up in the middle of nowhere, maybe it wouldn’t have been abandoned,” she remarks, feeling a cold shiver run down her spine that makes her jump. She looks around as she gets this strange sensation of being watched but she quickly shrugs it, looking up at the long way she still has to go, “A couple more flights my sickle claw. We’re just halfway there,” She sighs, “And if it's about keeping your head down, why aren’t you?” she mutters, resuming her trek up.

The red fox moves up with steps with inhuman speed, his tail fluffing and swishing behind him as he grows ever more excited, the quickened heartbeat was not entirely due to the exertion he’s putting himself through to reach the top. When he reaches the peak, he’s greeted by a shrine that clearly has seen better days.

The stone fox statues are overgrown with vines, with two of them knocked over and broken. Foliage covers the path and the door to the shrine is completely missing. Only flecks of paint remain on the wood structure giving vague hints of the bright red color that adorned it in its heyday.

Kogey yips excitedly, “Amazing, I wonder what curiosities are inside,” he mutters, rushing forward jumping over some ropes that are only held in place by the plants that have grown over them. His nostrils flare, taking in the musty moldy aroma within with a hint of something else, something vaguely familiar, nice, sweet but it's so faint he just can’t quite put his finger on it.

The fox scrambles to pull out a flashlight from his small rucksack, clicking it on he is brought to a world forgotten by his own. The floorboards creak under his weight as he slowly makes his way deeper into the shrine. Iconography of foxes adorn the walls, the protection from the elements allows him to see the foxes dancing and moving through the painted forests.

“What was that?” he yips, looking back at the painting, his heart racing, “I just swore that it moved…” she shakes his head, shrugging it off, looking around till he finds a wooden statue with old, faded talismans all over it with a porcelain white fox mask with red stripes across the front that oddly looks untouched by the progress of time.

“Now that’s interesting,” he says, moving in closer, the statue places the mask at about his height. He stares into the smiling porcelain, “This would look great in my living room,” reaching out to touch it, but the wood under his foot gives way and he stumbles forward, grabbing onto the statue, tearing the chords that kept the paper talismans in place. He pants heavily, pulling his foot slowly out of the hole, “That was close… I wonder if that was the spirits telling me I shouldn’t take the mask…” he mutters, thinking about it for a genuine minute before waving the idea off, “nah.”

He takes the mask right off the statue, finding it to be surprisingly light, “This is such a good score,” he sings. The fox’s voice is delicate, yet strong, hints of his vocal experience shining through in his excitement. He flips the mask around blowing off some dust from it, “I wonder how it looks on me,” he mutters, tail swishing with excitement as he places the mask on his face, peering through the small slits that severely limit his view, “Fits me well.”

“The fox looks does suit you well… but then again you are a fox,” giggles an ethereal voice that seems to come from everywhere yet nowhere at once.

Kogey jumps, the mask slipping from his face as he fumbles with it before it hits the ground shattering into several pieces, “Shit damn, fuck. Who's there?! You know what you made me break?!”

A chuckle rings out through the shrine, “Of course I do. The last lock on my prison.”

The light on Kogey’s flashlight flickers, the wooden statue begins to sweat what at first glance appears to be blood making the fox take a step back, the wood under his feet breaks again causing him to stumble back and land with a thud, “O-ow…” The flashlight rolls away illuminating the statue for brief moments as it becomes clear as the liquid drips and coalesces into a single pool that thickens and swirls together, growing larger, expanding out to the size of the statue itself.

“How fortuitous that a red fox is one to free me. I should reward you, yes reward,” says the mysterious voice with another chuckle, the flashlight light lands onto the creature helping Kogey get a clearer view. It wasn’t blood he was seeing but shiny bright red skin, white belly, black tipped ears and tail, that squeaked as it all solidified into a sleek feral rubber fox with fierce amber eyes that seemed to pierce into Kogey’s soul. “Afterall…” he says, padding closer the anthro fox trying to grasp just what is happening, leaving him unable to process what to do next, “I should thank you properly for freeing me.”

Each step the feral fox took left a paw print of rubber that slowly faded into a white mist, “W-who, what are you?”

The fox’s smooth skin seemed to constantly flow around the shape he keeps. He approaches with a sense of pride and arrogance that simply screams, “I’m important and I know it.” He grins, “I’m the god of all foxes. So, one could say I am your god, but when you are destined never to be caught and you are? Well then,” he chuckles, “Best to leave that name behind and come up with a new one. Make a new legacy and I think I know what I am going to do.”

“What’s that?”

“You’ll see, but I know you’ll love it,” he yips as he climbs onto Kogey’s legs. Each step is warm, piercing through the fox’s fur and clothing like it wasn’t even there. The heat spreads across each point of contact. The sleek fox melts over the other, his head flowing up like waves in an ocean, staring straight into his eyes, “Relax, and trust me. You’ll see that I am right.”

The anthro fox moans, pleasure begins to spread across him, his clothes disintegrating as the liquid covers and coats his body. A twinge of arousal bursts between his legs, his red cock slowly slinking out of his sheath starting to stiffen, “A-ah…” he softly yips.

“What a lovely voice you have there. I’ll be sure to use it in our plans,” he says, keeping his gaze locked on the fox, luring him deeper into a trance state. His liquid form now coating every inch of his fellow’s fox’s body except his head.

Kogey is unsure how to feel about it. A strange fox creature overtaking him, a lovely fox creature overtaking him. He stares into those lovely… wonderful… jewels. He huffs taking deep breaths, that smell he couldn’t put his finger on he knows perfectly well now. Latex. He bucks into the warm gripping latex as it slides across every inch of his body, slipping into his rear, massaging his tail, sinking deep into his body, “I….” he yips, bucking into the fox, another soft toned moan.

The fox god grins, “You enjoy this more than you let on. Perhaps it was fate that someone like you was to free me.”

“Y-yeah…” he huffs, his mind sinking as much as his body. Arousal burns hotter, cock throbs as latex slips in deeper, massaging his insides, filling his rear. He huffs, squeaks, moans as warmth builds within his loins, teased and caressed by the fox god’s essence, “I’m getting pleased by a god… I am so lucky. I need to thank him… I need to…”

“That’s a good… whatever your name is. Submit to me. Accept my gifts, accept me and become my loyal guardian,” he yips moving in to kiss his servant.

With a moan he leans into the kiss, wrapping around his tongue around the fox god. Never before has a kiss meant so much to him and felt so good. His rear pumped with the god’s essence, taken nice and hard. His hands sliding across the wooden floor, as his body is smoothed, perfected, his member ready to blow, “Master…” is the only thought in his head.

The fox deity kisses grows so deep that he covers Kogey’s head, wrapping around his servant, covering the last vestiges of the fox’s old life, covering it in a sleek rubber that solidifies his new life. He bucks up, climaxing hard unleashing a heavy creamy load of sleek latex that coats the floor and with it, was any will of resistance. He is flooded with his Master’s gifts, milking and squeezing the latex that is pumped into him, howling out in delight before collapsing to the ground, the fox deity flowing off of him, taking back his feral shape, “Good, very good, you came out wonderful if I do say so myself, which I do,” he says with a grin, his ear twitching, turning toward the shrine’s entrance, “Ah, your friend, Kirisha was it? She is a bit late to the party, but who is going to tell her that I don’t accept vixens into my worship and service… oh I hope you don’t mind I looked into that head of yours, Kogey.”

Kogey huffs, his body aching in delight cock still throbbing, arousal at the forefront of his mind, right behind his god, his Master, “Not at all Master,” he says, sitting up, his tail swishing eagerly. The places he touches become renewed, the white cream latex on the floor has spread out to restore and replenish the wood. His sleek body appears to be solid, but the reborn fox feels he can goop at any time. He kneels before his Master, “Please Master. She’s my friend, allow her to be in your service.”

The fox grins, walking around his newest servant, “I never said I wasn’t, just that I don’t allow vixens in my circle of worship.” He snickers as he watches the realization hit the fox.

“R-right, yes. Of course, Master, thank you for the opportunity, I’m sure she’ll love her new body as I do mine,” he says, gently stroking his aching length.

“I’m sure he will. How about you have the honors. As the fox of rebirth, it is one of your many duties serving me.”

“Thank you, Master, I will do just that. Am I free to go about her rebirth as I see fit?’

“Go right ahead, but I might join in on the fun. These raptors were not around here before. It’ll be fun to convert their essence.”

“I’m sure she’ll be honored by your presence Master.”

He snickers, “I’m sure she will be,” he says, melting through the floorboards, leaving the sleek red rubber fox alone for the moment.

Kirisha meanwhile reaches the top of the stairs with a heavy pant, “Kogey… must be happy. I heard him howl, I wonder what he found.” She sits at the top, taking the moment to catch her breath, “My ancestors should be ashamed of me… but then we never climbed mountains,” she chuckles, taking in the overgrown shrine, with its one damaged fox statue amongst many, though one looks rather new, pristine even, “Did he take a moment to clean one of the statues off?” she wonders, standing back up.

“No wonder he’s so happy. A shrine to fox worship. He must be tickled pink… er well he’s red anyway,” she says, waving off her bad usage of a turn of phrase, venturing toward the front of the shrine, “Kogey? Where are you?”

“I’m in here. And you won’t believe what I found,” he says.

Kirisha feels a tingle rush through her, something about Kogey’s voice sounds so nice, angelic, soothing? He has a great voice, his singing is what brought them together as friends, but right now? There’s something else about it that just calms her. She wants to listen to him speak more, to get closer, “Where are you? You forgot to tell me where it is in here.”

“In the shrine. It’s in far better condition than you could imagine.”

“Oh, right, yeah, I should have guessed,” she chuckles, feeling a little silly about that. She steps up to the door, sliding it open, greeted with a blast from the past. Pristine wood floors, candles lighting the room from the ceiling. Colorful depiction of red and brown foxes at play through the forest.

She drops her bag in complete shock, dazzled by what’s in here, “This shrine is abandoned… you showed me pictures of it from the internet. How could….” she trails off as she catches a red rubber fox standing there. She’s unsure how she could have missed him, with his throbbing red length, dripping with rubbery pre-cum that drips from the tip, hitting the ground with a hint of steam? Mist? It’s hard to tell, “Kogey?”

“Yes Kirisha. It is me, and I’ve been reborn by the great fox deity. Isn’t it wonderful?” he says, giving a little spin that is almost a dance, his cock throbbing, bouncing in the air.

“W-what happened to you?” she asks, feeling that she should be afraid, but right now she simply stands there, not attracted to what she’s seeing but not repulsed either. What concerns her most is just how relaxed she is.

“A gift from my Master, my God,” he says, moving closer, his cock bouncing with each step, hsi thighs squeaking together as he leaves a trail of red latex that slowly mists away, “And I’m here to share that gift with you.”

“Fox god? Deity? Master? Kogey what is wrong with you? How did you get all shiny?” she asks, wanting to run. Wanting to flee. She knows she should. It’s the logical thing to do, but something about that voice keeps her feet planted where she is.

“Nothing is wrong with me Kirisha,” he says, moving closer, running a hand across her clothes, not so much tearing them off of her, but melting them apart, revealing her green scales, “But there are some things wrong with you.”

Kirisha stiffens, watching her friend with these powers she can’t explain, “Something wrong with me? No, no, nothing is wrong with me,” she thinks, staring into the rubber Kogey’s eyes, “No, Kogey. There is nothing wrong with me. It’s you. Whoever or whatever this God is. This is not who you are.”

He chuckles, moving closer, the tip of his cock presses up against Kirisha’s sex, his pre-cum spurts onto it, coating it in a white cream liquid that quickly begins to darken into a brilliant crimson that sinks into her scales, making it shine and smooth over.

She pulls away, “Kogey, you know I am not into guys… and even so I don’t think of you that way… and even that this is not the place… why am I even explaining this to you!” she exclaims!

“Come on Kirisha, relax, let me help you see a brand-new world, a brand new you. Be reborn in our Master’s image and be in service to him,” he says, gripping Kirisha’s breasts, giving those scaly orbs a tender squeeze, spreading the latex across them, while also using them as a grip to push himself closer, pressing his length into her sex, sinking in nice and slow.

She moans, pleasure surging through her, but she shakes and tries to pull away, “Kogey stop this! I’m not straight!” she growls, pushing against her fox friend yet her claws simply sink in and move through him, coating her claws in the rubbery substance that slides across her arms, softening her claws into paws.

Kogey smirks, “Neither am I Kirisha, neither am I,” he responds, pushing his cock deep into Kirisha’s vent, filling her with rubber pre-cum. He begins to pound into her hot vent, balls slapping against her sex as he instinctively knows what to do.

No matter what she does, the fox is able to pound into her. It feels good, great even, but this is not what she wants. Her friend’s voice keeps her from panicking, wanting to just run away, but it does nothing to ease what she doesn’t want on an instinctive level. Yet her body clenches down hard on the dick. With each smack of the rubbery balls against her crotch she feels a growing sensation, a surge of pleasure as a pair of matching white rubber balls take shape. Soon enough they are bouncing and smacking against Kogey’s own.

The feeling of two rubber pair of orbs bouncing against each other feels different. Different than when her breasts press up against her lover. Her body responds positively to it, but as those balls grow, her breasts shrink. White rubber encasing them completely, which then sharply turns into the brilliant red. Her friend now holds her by the sides, pounding her faster, harder, his member twitching, throbbing, growing close.

“You know what they say when balls touch Kirisha,” yips Kogey as he unleashes a load of his white creamy essence right into her, flooding her folds with his rubber and with each pump Kirisha’s vent grows tighter, and tighter, till the point he is forced right out, the rubber shooting and coating her crotch.

The raptor understands what’s happening. She pants, looking down, at her smooth white rubber chest, at her friend’s dick pounding into her sex, that steadily shifts and turns. Her groin burning with a red-hot warmth as there’s a pressure, a push. Her pleasure aching, throbbing, twitching as a red rubber fox dick springs forth from her sex, a sheath forming from the excess rubber that is shot over her crotch. The new member twitches and throbs hard, grinding against Kogey’s length, eager to feel it’s like kind.

“Kogey you can stop this, just resist whatever is happening to you,” she says as the fox presses in closer, kissing the raptor on the lips, silencing her as his hands tightly grip her scaly butt, spreading the rubber across, as it wraps around her tail expanding it out into a lovely red and black tipped fox tail. She tries to pull away, but she’s lifted up and her legs wrap around Kogey’s body on an instinctive level to not fall over.

He kisses Kirisha again on the lips, spreading the rubber across her muzzle, “I was about to say the opposite to you. Don’t try to stop this, don’t resist. You’ll love the new you,” he sings staring into Kirisha’s yellow eyes.

“No, no…” she shudders, feeling Kogey’s length slip between her butt cheeks, pressing against her rear entrance. Hew new cock is eager, rubbing along the fox’s belly, squeaking loudly as the rubber spreads across her legs, the green scales fading into a brilliant red, white and black rubber. Her iconic sickle melting away, becoming dainty foxy feet.

She grunts as the cock tip presses into her, spreading her rear, coating it in what seems to be a never-ending supply of pre-cum. She feels pressure build within her loins, her cock tip twitching as pre-cm beads at the tip. She looks down when she breaks the kiss, “Kogey… please,” she pleads with him, her tail fluffing out.

“Are you going to say stop my sweet, lovely fox?” he asks, kissing the raptor again, spreading the rubber across what remains of her scales, slipping in nice and deep into her rear, feeling how eager the body squeezes and milks his squeaky length.

The last bits of Kirisha’s scales fade away, replaced by the rubber fox. A perfect clone of the fox before her. Her ears twitch… ears, she actually has ears. She leans into the kiss for just a moment before managing to pull away, “No, it's to please stop,” she moans in a lovely feminine but clearly male voice. The fox’s dick pushing deep into her rear, as she could not deny how good it feels as she’s taken nice and hard.

“Accept the Master’s gift Kirisha, accept who you are now,” Kogey says, groaning happily as he presses himself up against his lover enjoying the bliss of his partner’ dock squeezes between their bellies leaving a clear trail of pre-cum, “You are clearly enjoying it. Just be the new you.”

The new fox yips out, “My body wants I do not,” she cries out.

“Perhaps I could be of aid with that my dear servant,” chuckles the fox God.

Kirisha’s eyes widen, drawn to the voice, seeing the sleek feral rubber fox jump up onto Kogey’s shoulder, coiling himself around his neck like a scarf, but his presentation is clear that the fox is there as a position of power and relaxation because he can, rather as a piece of adornment, “Y-you’re…”

“Your new Master, your God. You’ve done well Kogey, his body is perfect. But his inside must now match the outside, and I think I know exactly how to do that.”

“Please sto….” pleads Kirisha but her words are cut off when the fox deity flows through the air, in pure liquid form, slipping right into Kirisha’s mouth, flooding inside of her.

The deity moves through the former raptor’s body, going straight to the source of who she is, beginning to sink his essence into the very soul and mind of her, beginning his manipulations with grace and ease.

Kirisha moans, her body clenching down onto Kogey’s dick. She feels in real time her thoughts change. The pleasure of the thrusts into her body feels better than before, and better still when the next one comes. Her mind accepts the homo-erotic nature of being a rubber fox within mere moments.

She… he grips onto Kogey’s body, eagerly accepting his dick as his sense of his own sexuality shifts. The lesbian desires fading away, turned to complete disinterest in the female form, only with sleek feminine males just like himself. His homosexual nature grows stronger with each thrust.

Fear turns into love, lust, devotion for the fox before him and the fox within him. His understanding of this gift grows, seeing the world through this new lens. His Master, his God is giving him gifts to be shared and spread, and he’ll be with his lover, his mate, his partner all the while. It is enough to make him melt.

He whimpers in delight as there is no resistance to the God’s manipulations of his mind. How could there ever have been. He is a mere mortal and he’s a God. The fact he’s being elevated to a new state of being and made to better serve his greatness. He feels a debt being placed upon him that could never be repaid, but the joy of repaying it from now till the end of days, excites him to no end.

“That’s it my servant, let me rewrite your mind. To be my perfect servant. How does the name Kip work for you?”

Kip couldn’t respond, but his God could read his answer, that it was a wonderful idea. The raptor became no more than a faded memory. A time before bliss. A time before partnering with his lover, to serve his God. It is such a wonderful moment that he could no longer contain himself. Ney, he never wanted to contain himself, as the lust overtook him. He howls, unleashing his first gay load, shooting out his essence, as it sprays between him and his lover’s chest.

Kogey felt the connection and bond grow with his lover, accepting the changes that his God is doing to Kip and himself, making this their new reality, their new selves. He unleashes his load into the fox’s cute rubber ass, solidifying their bond with one another. He pumps his partner over and over, while he enjoys the flow of his lever’s seed between them.

“How wonderful. When two lovers bond together in such a beautiful way,” says the fox deity, forming out of the cum that flows out of Kip. He swirls and forms like a scarf around Kip’s shoulders, “And you, with your sweet sultry voice, will be able to enlighten others of what it means to be a fox serving me.”

Kip shudders, loving the warmth of his Master, accepting everything he says as the truth, knowing his gifts and the purpose for it. He softly yips, “Yes Master, I thank you for this power, I won’t squander it.”

He chuckles, “I know you won’t,” he licks across the fox’s ear, enjoying the feel of how he shudders underneath him, “You’re both a lovely air of foxes ready to make more in worship to me, how delightful. One to lure them, enthralling their bodies, and the other their souls. Two perfect foxes in service and guardianship to me. Never again will I be…” he trails off, “Forget that. Forget anything that doesn’t help in service of me,” he says, his words sinking into his two servants.

Kip shudders, as irrelevant information fades, leaving an understanding of who he was, and his relations, the world as it is now. Everything that he finds that would be relevant to his Master remains. The rest whisked away, leaving the perfect gay fox in service of his lover and God.

Kogey gives one last thrust into his lover, slowly pulling out, his cock throbbing, aching, wanting to convert more, take more, draw more into the worship of his God. His knowledge, connections, alluring voice, he is perfect for what master wants. The pair of fox sirens, ready to expand their numbers. He slowly puts down Kip, the two perfectly identical. Nice rubbery fox demi-gods, their cocks kissing one another as they soon do the same for another.

The fox God grins, “Good, good. See how much better it is Kip? I knew you’d understand once I got under your skin,” he says, leaping off him, walking around the renewed shrine, “Kip, be sure to garden the area around here to be worthy of me,” he says, pointing to himself.

The new fox breaks the kiss with his lover, tail swishing happily, “With pleasure Master. I am only your humble servant,” he says with a bow, his cock throbbing with eagerness.

“Yes, yes, I know,” he says slyly, looking over to Kogey, “And you, finish repairing my shrine. I want it to look its best for the visitors we’ll be drawing in and all the new worshipers we’ll be making.”

“With pleasure Master!” he yips.

The pair get to work, but the God follows Kip outside, admiring his work. The glistening shiny rubber body as the mystical new fox controls the wilderness to best suit his Master’s need. The vines pull away from the statues, though the two broken statues are already returned to their former glory, pristine without needing anyone to lay a finger on them.

The fox God’s tail swishes as he moves about the area, looking down from the mountaintop seeing the city far out in the distance, “So many new people, so many heathens that will soon be bowing down and worshiping me,” he mutters as a big grin forms on his face, the image of hundreds, no thousands of rubber foxes all in their homoerotic service to him. The idea of which made him tingle with delight and grow hard, “I can hardly wait.”