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“Ta - ke! Take’s back! Take? What’s wrong boy?”

Ammy stared at the oversized, stuffed Sparrow chirping at her, calling her him and blaming her for his dog’s disappearance. Tai was a big crybaby, and the wolf goddess stopped thinking or caring about him.

Much more important was the grey-furred husky standing in front of her, wearing a light-blue scarf with Princess Fuse’s symbols that obviously marked him as one of the eight Canine Warriors.

“White wolf,” the dog growled, like most people unable to see Amaterasu for what she really was. “What right do you have to bear the canine tracker? Fight me and prove that you are worthy!”

“You hear that, Ammy!? This must be one of the Canine Warriors!” Issun chirped, bouncing up and down on her head. The tiny, insectlike man was never quick on the uptake.

She crouched, growling back at the challenge. She’d already beaten three of these skilled, four-legged martial artists, and she saw no reason why Gi - now Take - would be any different. Issun wisely jumped up onto Tai’s shoulder and the overgrown chick ran to hide behind the bamboo as Ammy attacked.

Take was fast, but she was faster. She dodged left, then leapt into the air, landing on the other side of the canine warrior, only to swing her Divine Instrument to strike the husky three, four, five times. But like the other warriors, he could take a beating, dodging left before charging. She almost didn’t see it in time, his shoulder clipping her slightly as she spun away from him.

“Get him, Take!” Tai sputtered.

Issun grumbled on the bird’s shoulder. “Don’t take that from him, Ammy. Show that pup who’s boss!”

Just a stroke of luck that he even brushed against me, she thought, lifting her tail to interrupt his next lunge with a celestial slash of ink. No one could outrun her brush! Take leapt backwards, yelping, dancing further back with each blow from Ammy’s weapon.

“Awoooo!” Take howled, the Power Orb of duty that she’d come to collect glowing brightly and pushing her away. She jumped back, panting. These dogs were really taking the piss out of her - had she really fallen so far in power since her resurrection?

Narrowing her eyes, Ammy fired her magical rosary rapidly at the husky, but the constant barrage didn’t sway Take from charging yet again. At least the wolf was ready this time, leaping over him. She danced on her feet to face him again.

What!? She thought, as dirt and rocks hit her face. He hadn’t bothered to waste time turning around, instead digging with all four paws and kicking the dirt and mud right into her face. Ammy struggled to get a clear shot, never realizing that the clods of wet dirt were building up around her feet. By the time she noticed, all four paws were stuck in the dirt! Didn’t see that one coming, she cursed, trying to pull herself out of the surprise trap.

Take was a skilled combatant and he knew exactly how to take advantage of his special technique. Dashing toward the struggling wolf, he gave her a malicious, childish grin and lifted a leg.

Amaterasu, burning sun goddess and mother to all, dropped her jaw as this domestic dog dared. A yellow stream sprayed forth from his sheath, splattering along her white flanks before spilling down and drenching her long, white tail. Her celestial ink, as invisible to Take as her flames and divine instrument, nonetheless drained away in the warm, humiliating liquid, emptying Amaterasu of all of her brush skills! Now, she really was nothing more than a white wolf, albeit with a streak of yellow down her side.

Growling, she tried in vain to pull her paws from the mud trap. Without her Divine Instrument or her Celestial Brush, she was powerless! Take took her helplessness as a sign of defeat. “Hand back the Canine Tracker, wolf bitch!”

She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. She only needed to wait for her ink to refill and she would free herself with her magical brush, and she only needed two pawpads worth of seconds.

“Good boy, Take!” Tai cheered, also believing his monster-hunting dog had won the fight.

“Ammy - you better do something,” Issun chirped unhelpfully from the sidelines.

Take paced back and forth, waiting for an answer from the mute Goddess, but he cocked his head, realizing she had a trick up her sleeve. She saw him connect the dots, glancing back at her tail. He remembered the invisible strike that had launched from her tail swipe earlier. “Oh, no you don’t,” he growled, walking behind the trapped wolf.

He sat on her tail. He sat on her tail. She couldn’t make any brush marks with her wet tail pinned to the ground. “Now do you give up, white wolf? You are not worthy of the Canine Tracker!”

Now she was worried, and her glance over her shoulder at him, ears flat gave it away. She really had lost to this smirking pet husky! She could try to dig her way out of the earth, but he could stop her with teeth or claw before she could gain an inch. Some goddess she turned out to be - trapped and marked by a pup ten thousand years younger than she was. Now she would never break the shield that protected Orochi, and the world would plunge into eternal darkness!

Whining, she reached back for the Canine Tracker, and tossed it on the ground to her side, surrendering.

Issun yelped and chirped and yelled curses, but she had lost, fair and square.

“That’s better,” Take grinned. “But you owe me more than that for waking me from such a good nap. It’s hard to get away from Tai.”

The sparrow couldn’t understand his dog, of course, or he might have been offended.

The husky said, “I’m hungry. Give me food!”

Ammy sighed. Four of the eight Canine Warriors had already begged for meat, and she was clean out of the stuff. These dogs only thought of their bellies! She shook her head.

He was sniffing her inventory to see if she was lying, but no tempting smell of meat graced his nose. But he did find another tempting smell. Take had another hunger she could fulfill. Still sitting on her tail, now full of ink but unable to paint, Take couldn’t help but notice the wolf goddess was pink in addition to white. Licking his lips, he poked his nose beneath her tail, inhaling.

Ammy yipped, and tried to jump away, forgetting that her four feet were still cased in drying mud. Though she managed to pull her front paws free, finally, her jump was cut short when her back paws sank even further into the mud. She leapt forward as she had many times before, but instead of arcing gracefully through the air, she tucked her paws against her chest and then fell flat on her face in the loose dirt and mud.

This suited Take just fine, as Ammy’s rump was still held neatly in the air, her back legs locked. While she struggled to get her front footing, the nosy husky had pressed his cold, wet nose right up against the goddess’s sacred opening. Thankfully no one could see the wolf blush, trapped and covered in dirt and worse, while a mere dog too stupid to see her divinity started to lick her puffy, pink spade.

That said, Amaterasu could understand why someone watching her pitiful display wouldn’t notice her glorious regality.

Tai said, “Yeah! You get that mean wolf!” But when his dog started licking, the young Sparrow looked confused. “Take...what are you doing?”

Issun was even less helpful. “Um...Ammy!? If this is your plan, I’m not sure it’s working!”

It had been so long. Amaterasu had never consorted with mortals, of course, but she could vaguely remember her days in the celestial realm, running with the other constellations, playing with the other deities, and spending blissful nights with them as well. But a hundred years as Shiranui and then another time dead - she hadn’t felt the lick of another creature for generations. This rude dog had no inhibitions, lapping eagerly at her motherly mound, even going so far as to taunt, “You smell good, wolf bitch. If you can’t fill my belly, maybe I can fill yours…”

Ammy lifted her head and stared back at the husky, shaking her head vigorously back and forth. That was blasphemy! Not that he knew she was Amaterasu, mother to all. Only she (and Issun) would know such a mating was forbidden. To Take, she was just an uppity bitch who’d stolen the Canine Tracker.

Slurp, slurp, slurp. Take slid his large, wet tongue again and again into her divine depths, and despite her fear and protest, Ammy found herself groaning, too distracted to even climb back onto all fours. She rested her head in the dirt, panting and whimpering, memories flooding back of all the pleasures she’d experienced on the celestial plain. There, she’d always been in charge. Now, she was the weak one, unable to use her tail or free herself from the mud. As frustrating as it was to be so helpless, she found herself humping up and down on Take’s thick tongue.

Her tail was free! Suddenly, without warning, the husky stood, and her brush, recharged and full of ink, returned to her. This was her chance to escape! If she could just draw a single line, the fight would be back on. She’d surrendered, sure, but that was before Take had committed himself to lewd blasphemy. She arched her tail, placing back to place the brushstrokes.

But before she could finish, he was on her. The powerful husky grabbed onto her presented hips and shoved himself forward until his red tip nestled up against her sweet, wet tunnel, his hips pinning her tail to the side. With a yelp, Ammy tried to paint again, but with over half her tail pointing straight to the side, she couldn’t curl it around enough to target Take! She ran through her techniques in her head, but none of them could dislodge the husky if she couldn’t target him directly!

Tai was ignorant, but even he knew what was happening now. “Ta - ke!?” The boy covered his eyes with his wings, shocked, but he spread the feathers enough for one eye to peek through.

Issun rambled, “Come on Ammy, this isn’t the time for that! And besides, right in front of us?”

Ammy growled at Issun. Couldn’t he see that she didn’t really have a choice in the matter? She was tempted to draw a slash at her diminutive companion, since he was on her tail side.

But she had more important things to worry about. Take had wrapped his paws firmly around her hips, and his gray-furred balls were swinging up between her legs as he waggled his hips around, looking to end her dry spell whether she wanted it or not! Face first in the dirt, she could hardly stop him. She slowly got her feet beneath her, but she knew there wasn’t enough time. With her tail pinned to the side, it couldn’t help her as a brush or an obstacle.

Ultimately, she knew what she had to do, as undesirable as it was. Clenching her eyes shut, she prepared herself for the right moment, tensing all her muscles. She dug her front claws into the dirt and held her breath, waiting and waiting until -

When Take thrust, she put her plan into action, for what it was. Ammy dropped her jaw and howled, spreading her legs as far as she could to take the full brunt of the dog’s cock, easily plying her pussy apart. After all, if you can’t beat him - join him!

The young husky grunted as his dick sank into the wet bitch, her warm, fertile tunnel squeezing as tight as ever. The goddess had always matched her lovers, accommodating them just perfectly to their size, whether she was with the giant dragon, Yomigami, or the diminutive mouse Tachigami. This mortal dog was no different, her nice, firm spade fitting around him like a too-small glove. Take groaned, “I don’t know who you are or how you stole the Canine Tracker, but what luck you are in heat, white wolf!”

Luck had nothing to do with it. Among her other duties, the sun goddess was the symbol of fertility - she was always in heat. She couldn’t really correct Take though. Gods, it has been too long! she thought, gritting her teeth and starting to hump her hips. He was larger than her, and he really spread her wide. Whimpering, she could feel herself getting carried away, her hindquarters bouncing up and down on that fat cock even as the sheer humiliation of being claimed by a mortal in front of Issun burned in her cheeks. While her rump got down to business, she tucked her front paws over her eyes.

Issun smacked Tai when he noticed the sparrow peeking. “Hey! This isn’t for kids! Mind your own business!”

But the small poncle apparently thought the scene was his business, because he was hopping up and down, yelling at the sparrow while keeping his eyes on the two canines. As usual, his rage was ignored, Tai now watching openly with his beak gaping open. “But they’re...they’re…” Tai trailed off.

Take repositioned, leaning over her raised rump to get a more direct angle up and into her, humping faster and faster. His shaft slipped in and out of her, but he was already growing. She could feel the way his half-grown knot was squishing and tugging at her fat spade, and soon he’d be threatening to get stuck inside her. Despite her shame, Ammy pushed back against the handsome husky, her hips shuddering against his shaft. She grinded up and down, rubbing her divine source of pleasure against his slick, throbbing cock. Shame or not, Amaterasu uncovered her eyes, dug her front claws in the dirt, tossed her head back and howled, breaking the recurring bays only with frantic panting.

Gritting his teeth, Take was in danger of falling forward onto her back he was pumping so hard. “It’s been years since I’ve taken a mate,” he groaned. “Too long!”

Centuries for me, Ammy thought. This may be blasphemy, but it feels so good! But what did that word mean, anyway? Blasphemy against her? She was Amaterasu, the mother to all. She decided what was blasphemous. The way Take filled her, again and again, their loins squeezing and sliding, taking him in all the way to the hilt until her hindquarters were fully satisfied. This couldn’t be wrong.

“Ammy, if you’re planning to stop him, you’d, uh, better do it soon!”

Issun’s voice was close. Too close. Ammy glanced over her shoulder, ears cocked. He was behind her back foot, staring up at the sticky, wet union of dog and god. Flattening her ears, she snapped at him, and the poncle leapt backward, taking the hint only so far as he started watching from several feet back. He knew as well as she did that she couldn’t really stop him, much less Take.

But that was when she stopped caring what the bug-humanoid did. He was right, the time to resist was long past, and when she felt Take’s knot smacking against her tight pussy, she knew what was about to happen. She didn’t fight it, spreading her legs as far as the mud would allow and pushing back as hard as she could to meet the husky’s last, full thrust. His knot smashed into her trembling spade, pausing only a moment before barreling through, and her gaping spade tightened around his thick glandis, shaping itself to his twin bulges. The sheer force of his thrust tugged her hind paws right out of the mud, freeing her at the exact moment that he locked her down. She was shoved forward by the thrust, holding her paws out to keep from having her muzzle dragged through the mud. After a second, she managed to pick herself up, balancing shakily on four legs now, the husky neatly tied to her clenching, swollen spade.

She dropped her jaw, panting loudly. Sex was one thing, but this was sheer, unadulterated breeding. There was no hope that it wouldn’t take - she was a fertility goddess! This mundane, mortal pet was about to create the unheard of: half-mortal, half-divine, a litter of demigods. Or demidogs, in this case. But there was nothing Ammy could do except squeeze down as hard as she could around that blissful knot, buck her hips up and down, and drain that husky for everything he was worth. One ear up and the other drooping, the dazed wolf grunted and groaned and even drooled, all while Take howled and came.

His gray balls worked overtime, still buried deep inside her. He let loose again and again right up against her heavenly womb, warm, sticky strands of dog seed soaking her insides before seeping even deeper, burbling as the bubbling pool grew inside her celestial cavern. And the whole while, she was humping her hips every bit as fast as he had been, working that fat dog cock and milking his sizable husky balls. “Anf! Anf! Unf! Ooof!” she panted, before Take gathered up another bit of energy and started pounding her again in short, sharp thrusts that left Ammy quivering in ecstasy. They howled together this time, announcing their heated union to the world, and especially their growing audience.

Rabbits, tigers, and monkeys that she’d fed to increase her power had joined the circle around her, bowing in reverence as their goddess was bred. Issun, for once, was speechless, and Tai was flabbergasted. He’d never known his little Take was so important that the woodland creatures themselves would bow to him! But the boy really only had eyes for Take and Amaterasu, copulating noisily in the bamboo clearing. He too was panting, just from watching the two canines exerting against each other.

Amaterasu’s tongue dangled from the side of her mouth, waggling back and forth to cool the goddess off, even as Take grunted and strained and dumped his nuts in his lupine bitch. The big husky was filling her up, and soon her eyes popped wide open. The glaring sun beamed down on the fucking ferals, empowering the sun goddess. How had she forgotten? More memories jarred loose from the celestial plain - she could feel the puppies growing inside of her. Not metaphorically.

Literally.

As the warmth of the noon-day sun heated up the panting wolf’s fur, she felt Take’s seed quickening inside of her, claiming who knew how many eggs in her avatar’s body. While the husky still humped his last ropes of sticky cum into her, her heavenly womb was embedding those embryos in her uterus, and even now they were growing. Ears flat, Ammy ducked her head to look at her once-taut belly. It was growing, shifting, swelling with the husky’s pups, and if she didn’t do something soon, Take would still be knotted when they were ready to emerge into the daylight!

She yipped urgently, but Take was too busy to notice or care about the ballooning bitch beneath him. He was tied tight to her, pinning her tail to the side, drooling happily. All her whining and whimpering for help just egged the husky on. He didn’t even notice something was amiss until his tight grip around her waist started tightening. Finally, he glanced down to find his wolf bitch already months pregnant, in just minutes. Her wide, white belly swayed beneath her, bits of pink skin peeking through her short fur. More obvious were Ammy’s nipples, two rows of four pink nubs swelling out from one centimeter to ten centimeter long teats, ready to feed her still-growing litter of half-deities.

Startled, Take couldn’t deny that this white wolf was no normal bitch, and the cloud that fogged his eyes lifted. He saw her there, beneath him, wisps of wind in her fur, bright red celestial markings, glowing rosary and all. “Y-you are a god!” he gasped.

Issun bounced around, chirping, “Ya think!?”

None of this helped with Ammy’s growing problem, and she was starting to groan and squeal, her stomach twice as wide as just minutes before. She barked loudly at her oblivious mate, and finally, Take yipped and hopped off of her back, staring over his shoulder at Amaterasu, the mother of all.

Finally, she thought, her tail motive again. Gritting her teeth, she lifted her brush and drew a half-circle in the sky, panting in relief as the bright, white moon appeared, and the sun vanished. The puppies that had just been sired were squirming inside her. Just in time, she realized, as she was so big around she was ready to pop any minute!

Take cocked his head at her. “I didn’t know. I didn’t know!” He bowed as best he could, still knotted deep in her bulging pussy.

Sighing, she gave him a slow wag of her tail by way of forgiveness. He hadn’t known, and after all, she hadn’t realized just how much she fucking needed that. He curled up to stare up at her, still distraught, but Ammy leaned back and licked the side of his face. With that, the stuffed wolf fell to her side, her massive belly easily dragging Take onto his side as well. They lay there in the leaves, stretched out and panting, exhausted.

* * * * *

“Perfect,” the smooth, seductive voice of the Dark Lord of Ryoshima Coast exclaimed, looking at the scene from above through a pink fog across worlds. She and she alone knew what was needed to change her dire fate, defeated and humiliated by this upstart of a goddess. Her fox rods destroyed, she’d barely managed to flee to the north with a ninth of her power intact. But that ninth was enough. If she couldn’t rule the coast for the absolute ruler of all evil beings, she would take the steps necessary so that another “she” could.

She’d underestimated Amaterasu, but wouldn’t do so again. Using the last vestiges of her power, she scanned the past for those moments that would make the biggest difference in the outcome of her fight, and then she found it. Ever so slightly, she spent her energy sapping the wolf’s strength, grateful that it proved just enough. With the Dark Lord’s unknown and unwanted help, Take managed to trap Amaterasu in the mud, and Ninetails watched in delight as he humiliated and defiled the bright, white deity.

She only hoped the pregnancy didn’t sap too much of Ammy’s strength so that she lost to Orochi - what better revenge than to finally defeat the drained goddess in the very same Oni Island fortress where the demon fox had just been defeated? Everything had almost gone according to plan, so just a few, slight tweaks to the timeline would put Ninetails on top. If the goddess had arrived at Oni temple even a week later, the Dark Lord would have gathered enough power to win, but the damned wolf had seen through her disguise at Himiko’s temple, defeated Ninetails for the first time, and reclaimed the crystal ball.

With Amaterasu’s power sapped and spread among her unexpected offspring, Ninetails just had to change the past and give herself more time to grow in power. But what had led the wolf to suspect the “good priestess” Rao was really the Dark Lord herself? With the past already changed, Ninetails felt her essence fading, and soon she would be lost to time itself. Frantically, she scanned every moment after Amaterasu had so foolishly given her the Fox Rods to when she had wisely attacked at Himiko’s temple - and then the demon saw it!

Hubris. Ninetails gulped, seeing for the first time that Amaterasu had come through the very tunnel that Ninetails had set upon and killed the real Rao. In mockery of the valiant priestess’s efforts, the Dark Lord had propped up her body at the entrance to the tunnel, just a skeleton still adorned in her holy robes, thinking no one would jump down the well! With the last, flickering vestiges of her energy, the evil demon fox reached out to herself, just moments before the ambush, appearing in front of her chosen successor (another “herself”, of course).

Her past self stopped short upon seeing the scarred face of her true self dancing in lights in front of her. But the reunion would be short-lived. The fading kitsune had only one thing to say, as the swirling times took her away.

She told herself, “You can play with your food, but leave no evidence!”

* * * * *

What a strange vision, Ninetails thought. A message from herself? A weakened, pathetic version that the demonic fox never wanted to see again. But what did the warning mean? And what had brought this other version of herself so low?

Probably the water dragon, but if so, that warning was too late! She’d challenged the huge fish, but the massive guardian had managed to swallow her Fox Rods. The great beast was the only thing that could dissolve the barrier around her fortress on Oni Island. After slaying him, she’d planned to turn the full force of the Fox Rods on Queen Himiko and her crystal ball, the only way to find Oni Island. Then her reign would be unchallenged for eternity!

Now though, she’d need to use cleverness and subterfuge to slay Himiko and reclaim the crystal ball. And she knew just how to get close to the Queen - her favorite priestess, Rao. In fact, she was perched on a rooftop, following the very priestess in the dark, and had been just about to attack the buxom human woman when the mysterious message had come to her.

Unless...unless Rao was the food. Yes - that must be it. The warning was clear - continue with your plan, but don’t leave any evidence behind. Well, that was something the Dark Lord was quite capable of!

With a gleam in her teeth, the masked kitsune leapt down behind the surprised priestess. The woman turned to shriek at the dark silhouette facing her, but to her credit, she kept her head about her, running with purpose.

Zip!

Ninetails ducked to the left, barely evading one of the woman’s prayer slips - demonic power encased in holy bindings that could slay or weaken lesser demons. A large target, it took all of the Dark Lord’s agility to chase while dodging her slips, but the woman was trapped against a tall, rocky outcropping, holding her last, glowing prayer slip.

She threw.

This time, the Dark Lord took the strike full on the face, the magic deflected effortlessly off her white-and-red Oni mask. A powerful blow, but nothing for the kitsune, even after losing the power of the Fox Rods. She grinned, gloating at the desperate fear on the outmatched priestess’s face, only for the prayer slip to ricochet back and strike one of her nine tails.

In a poof, that tail was severed, and Ninetails had only eight, the spirit that inhabited that tail removed violently from the demon lord’s psyche - the gentle, old woman spirit. The expression on the Dark Lord’s mask warps, even more vicious than before, teeth gleaming. With four male spirits to three female ones, the fox felt itself change - larger, more masculine...in every way.

Dark Lord cackling, he stepped forward to end the pesky priestess.

And she disappeared.

He glanced left and right frantically. Was this teleportation? Illusion? He sniffed, lifted a paw, and touched the cold rock surface in front of him, only for the image to fade. A secret cave! There, he saw the pathetic priestess attempting to climb over and into a great well in the center of the cave. Too small a well for such a large demon. This must have been her plan all along.

But Ninetails was too fast for her, grabbing the back of her elaborate robes with his teeth and lifting the top-heavy woman into the air.

“No! Unhand me, demon!” she squealed and squirmed.

He tossed her casually to the back of the cave, stepping between her and the safety of the well. “You want me to eat your hands, first?” he laughed, no mirth on his mask.

Rao stood, trembling, trying to look proud and confident, as the powerful priestess she’d trained so hard to become. Her robes had been torn by the villain’s teeth, and her efforts to keep them over her would only slow her down. Stepping out of them, she emerged wearing nothing, kicking off even her shoes, though her old outfit revealed just about as much of her large mammories, Ninetails noted. The woman said, “You may defeat me, ‘Dark Lord’, but you’ll never get to Queen Himiko!”

Ninetails licked his lips, but chortled. “Oh, ho, ho. You underestimate me, priestess. I could beat you blindfolded with just my tails.”

Seeing her chance, the woman dared, “Prove it.”

Cocking his head, the kitsune said, “Fine - I will close my eyes and use only my tails - and if you make it into the well, then you are free to go.”

“Like I can trust you,” she claimed, though already she was plotting her path. The huge demon couldn’t follow her into the well tunnel if he tried.

“My word is my bond, little lady,” he grinned, and made a dramatic show of closing the eye-holes in his oni mask.

Rao wasted no time, running faster than before out of her high heels, with no robes to slow her down. The naked priestess dodged the random tail strikes as the demon fox dug all seven tails into the earth, each one popping up through the ground beneath her. She was sweating, barely dodging the first two. The path to the left of Ninetails and the path to the right each seemed treacherous, so the priestess instead ducked and slid beneath the massive fox’s body, two tails on each side finding no woman to capture. Steeling herself, Rao prayed her gambit would pay off - even as she ran beneath the giant beast, she sighted his drooping, vulpine balls. What she wouldn’t give for a prayer slip to change his gender the old-fashioned way.

Instead, she had to make do with a two-handed, upward strike right into Ninetail’s balls. So used to being female, Ninetails never realized this new vulnerability until the pain was already shooting through him, and trembling, the huge oni collapsed, writing in pain. Any good will the demon was pretending to show her would be gone now, but it didn’t matter - the well was just in front of her! With a leap into the air, she dived into the well to safety.

Growling, Ninetails turned, enraged, to the well, but not because his quarry had escaped. His balls hurt! No, the seventh and final tail had always emerged in the well, and the foolish priestess dived right into its coiled grasp. He lifted her out of the well and planted her face down over the edge of the well, able to stare into the abyss that might have saved her, her breasts squeezed up against the cold stone rim.

“Oh ho, ho, ho!” he laughed, climbing shakily to his feet. “Thank you, mortal, for reminding me just what these balls are for. Thanks to that mean little trick, I’ve decided to play with my food!” He remembered now the warning he’d received. But the message had been clear - play all you want, but leave no evidence. Grinning, he reached forward with a powerful paw, hiking the priestess’s rump and spreading her legs like she was in a breeding stand, her slender bottom no match for her massive teats. Two tails stayed within the well, taunting the woman to her face, even as she felt the demon lord position her for the unthinkable.

“No - demon, you don’t dare!” she whined. “Just kill me!”

But Ninetails wouldn’t be rushed. Crouching low, the massive feral fox brought his masked nose to her slender, naked rump, hot air buffeted her bottom. She kicked and squirmed, but his tail pinning her to the well was too strong, and she could do nothing as Ninetails took a first taste of his delicate, pink morsel.

She was salty, musky and sweet, a pleasure dancing along his curled up tongue. He probed the squealing priestess, immense wet tongue quickly coating her white rump in warmth. Only the barest tip of his tongue could really work his way into her petite pussy, but that much alone was enough to make the girl tremble and dig her nails into the stone beneath her. “No, please…” she begged. She had always known fighting demons would be dangerous, and that they had no mercy to speak of, yet here she was, futilely begging none-the-less.

Ninetails licked his lips, gazing down at her shiny bottom. But she was just a tenth of his size, and his growing excitement made clear that his cock would destroy this poor woman. That, of course, is why the absolute ruler of all evil beings had endowed all demons with the power to contort their foe. He would get it in, as lewd and distended as that would make the poor priestess’s body, and she would survive - at least until he willed it otherwise.

She didn’t know that, of course, and just because she’d live didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt. He hopped up, planting a front foot on the edge of the well to either side of the trapped woman, and she stared over her shoulder at what had just been a sheath earlier. Now, his full, vulpine cock was out, three times as wide as Rao’s slicked up entrance. She widened her eyes and said, “Y-you can’t!”

But he could.

She wailed as his tip inched forward, wedging into her tiny, human slit. But as he pushed forward, she spread around him, and then he humped again. Each little push was met with a loud, wet squelch, but her hips complied, until she was bulging in all directions and shrieking. But it wasn’t only pain - Ninetails could tell that his massive cock was overwhelming the holy figure. Rao looked over her shoulder as the Dark Lord of Ryoshima Coast stuffed himself inside her, her hips wide around the tree-trunk of a shaft. He bulged in her, the clear outline of his dick poking through her soft, pink, human belly. A priestess, she’d never known the touch of a male, her purity her essence. Now, she was being forcibly defiled by this masked kitsune, sliding his slicked cock back and forth her drool-soaked cunt. “N-nooo! Please!” she begged futilely.

All but one of his eight tails was up now, flagged as he gripped his concubine around the waist, the last tail still blocking the well. His claws digged into her fat thighs, pulling her back onto his cock until the bulge of his tip was poking through her skin just between her voluminous breasts. Her slender waist barely obscured the shape of his enormous cock, and that was before, he hilted himself wetly inside her. Biting his lip, the massive kitsune hammered her, staying balls deep as he let his knot grow inside her.

It was all too much for the poor priestess. From virgin to plaything, not only was she being raped by a demon (one of her greatest fears), but by one so clearly animal in form. She felt like she was being torn apart from the inside, yet, her body remained intact, stretching as needed for the horny oni. Rao panted beneath the beige-furred fox, her gaping pussy squeezing down around him. Groaning, she reached down, hands amazed at how her belly warped and contoured to his dick. She slid her hands down his length, her smooth skin still drenched in drool until she reached between her legs, accidentally rubbing against the little nub at the top of her distended pussy. Oh! The pain faded, even if only temporarily, and she rubbed herself again, swirling the saliva over her clit. The terror that had overwhelmed her gave way to squeaks of pleasure, and in that moment, she clung to the barest of reliefs.

“Oh, ho, ho, you like that?” the demon taunted, his balls smacking her hips with each feral thrust. This pathetic mortal was proving an adequate cocksleeve! Leaning down, he leered with his masked face just inches from the moaning woman, adding, “Maybe you’ve been praying to the wrong gods…”

She might have glared at him, but that didn’t stop her from sliding both her hands to her trembling slit, bucking her hips and humping her fingers, and, by extension, the thick fox cock within her. She knew that her fate was fully in Ninetails’ paws, and she had every reason to believe this would be her last day on earth. She might at least orgasm once! To be brought so low, humping like a bitch in heat for the powerful demonic evil, certain that he wouldn’t have the mercy to spare her. Since he already had utter and complete control over her, Rao simply gave up, moaning and grunting and rocking back and forth, her large breasts squeezed up against the well.

And he was growing inside her. Awestruck, the woman reached down to cup her bulging pussy, stretching out now around the massive bulge at the base of the kitsune’s cock. As if she wasn’t already just a sheath for him, her poor body matched him for shape and size, quivering around his knot just waiting for him to finish with her. She rubbed herself furiously now, squealing without even a stern look at the demon’s gloating face, now warping into the teeth-gritted expression of sheer, dirty bliss. Rao could feel the large, white orbs clenched against her butt, readying themselves. “D-do it and be done with me!” she begged.

With a lick to the side of her face, Ninetails did just that, sinking one last time into her, his tip pushed all the way to her distended sternum, and let his balls loose. Bubbling, black cum erupted inside her tiny, untried womb, pushed beyond all reasonable limits. Rao shuddered and came, never feeling more used and dirty than in that moment, humping like a satisfied sex toy for the huge fox. She wailed and moaned, her voice joining his masculine grunts as he filled her up like an oversized bamboo fountain. She could hardly believe how her entire body swelled with the seemingly endless dark cum, her body bloating from the breasts down until she looked absolutely underendowed in the chest region. Her belly swelled so low it almost touched the ground, and the Dark Lord showed no signs of slowing, tails flagging as he came. Her eyes rolled back in her head, overwhelmed and still cumming buckets around the enormous demonic cock that had become her whole world.

Then, with a growl, he said, “I’ve had better,” and hopped off of her, turning around in proper vulpine fashion, his swollen knot sealing every last drop of corrupting demon seed inside her lewdly bulging belly.

It would have taken hours for him to shrink enough to leave that tiny human cunt, but it was only minutes of Rao mindlessly masturbating before Ninetails recovered his lost tail. With all nine tails, he became she again, her cock quickly shrinking out of the fat and happy priestess as it reformed beneath her tails as a glistening pink spade.

Collapsing in the dirt next to the well, Rao panted, “Please, let me worship you, dark one!” she whined, still rubbing her pussy, even as her bloated belly deflated like a balloon, black, bubbling cum spilling out over the ground. She seemed lost, fully corrupted. The pleasure had overwhelmed the bonecrunching pain, and the demon’s thick cum seemed to have entered every pore, corrupting her very brain. It wasn’t mercy she sought now, but permission - to praise the power and whim of the Dark Lord herself.

Leave no evidence. Her first impulse was to destroy and desecrate this priestess, leaving her a pile of bones in her robes, a mockery of her fall from “purity”. But that warning from herself rang in her head, and she decided that if there was anyone she could trust, it was herself. Looming over the disgusting, deflating cumdumpster, she cocked her head and gave a toothy grin. “I know just how you can prove your devotion!”

She opened her maw wide, the inky blackness of her throat far darker than the ichor spilling from between Rao’s legs.

Maybe Rao’s offer of supplication was a last ditch effort to save her life, or maybe she truly was in awe of the Dark Lord’s might - and his cock. Neither mattered now. She knew exactly where she was ending up, whether she wanted to or not. Standing on shaky legs, the battered buxom babe tried to hobble over to the well, knowing it was fruitless. A tail sweeped her up, lifting her five feet off the ground. She yelped as Ninetails pulled her level with the laughing mask. Firmly, the tail squeezed around her midsection, turning her bloated belly back to its normal size with a steady gush of ichor spilling out between her legs.

“No pleading?” the fox asked quizzically.

“Would it matter if I did?” she asked.

Fair enough. Lifting the woman above her gaping maw, the kitsune pulled Rao’s legs inside, large vulpine tongue like a water slide. The demon was positively drooling as the struggling woman reached out with both hands, and instinctive, useless effort to keep herself out of the enormous predator. Ninetails let her entertain some false hope, the woman’s hands holding on to the snout of the mask so that only her lower half was trapped in the moist confines of the demon’s muzzle.

Eight of nine tails wagged as she realized how to make Rao meet her end. Curling her tongue up and between the priestess’s legs, the oni engulfed her ragged, gaping cunt. Small dribbles of demon seed spilled down Ninetail’s tongue, but what she really wanted were the cute moans and shudders from the smooth, pink morsel. “Ahh! Hey!” she yelped, digging her fingers into the smooth, white mask. “What - unnnngh!”

Ninetails could only manage to fill that abused pussy with the very tip of her very large tongue, but that was more than enough, swirling around her snack’s burning clit until she was actually humping against the demon’s eager tongue! “St-stop!” the doomed woman gasped, forgetting the uselessness of pleading with an oni. “No - th-that’s…” she groaned.

And then it happened, just like Ninetails had predicted. Without even thinking about it, the broken babe let go of the mask to slam both her hands to her crotch, humping and rubbing herself even as she sank quickly into the fox’s maw. The fox had to stop tilting her head so far back or it would all be over too quickly. Now, her tongue was a water bed for the slick, wet woman to masturbate furiously, slathering thick rivulets of drool all over her breasts and pussy, rocking her hips up and down. Could she hear the heavy gulp as the kitsune swallowed some spit and pulled the priestess downward? Could she feel herself sinking until her feet touched the opening of the demon’s throat? Did the growing darkness around her make her heart flutter?

No, there was just pleasure. The pleasant snack was a slave to her own earthly pleasures even as she slid ever closer to her new home in the spirit realm. A few more heavy swallows, and Rao’s feet were encased in esophagus, her busy fingers still working her own pussy instead of reaching out for the edge of Ninetail’s throat. Her large boobs did halt her progress there, half buried in pulsating demon gullet, and it was dangling there over the red slide of doom that she finally came, a flood of human juices spilling down into kitsune belly. Why, it was even Rao’s own neediness in orgasm that sealed her final fate, desperately stroking her own breasts (always her pride and joy), compressing them just enough that she slipped inside the fox’s throat entirely.

One last gulp, and the fox closed her mouth on the priestess forever, pulling her straight into her stomach. The woman barely made a bulge in the giant demon, but she could feel the human moving around in there. A certainly unpleasant fate, but at least she’d made the most of it! Grinning, Ninetails opened her mouth and let out a big buuuurp! and said, “Ahhh!”

Sated, the demon rolled onto her back, patting her squirming belly. Even without the fox rods, the Dark Lord of Ryoshima Coast was the most powerful being in the world. Who could possibly challenge someone such as her? With Rao down, the trickster could assume the woman’s form, get close to Queen Himiko, destroy the crystal ball, and ensure her rule forever! The sheer joy led her free paw down between her legs. While Rao was churned into fox food, Ninetails thoroughly enjoyed a relaxing private moment before curling up and falling asleep.

In the morning, there was no sign of her meal struggling. With a yawn, the contented demon casually burned all of Rao’s clothes and crushed her prayer beads, but there was still a bit more evidence to dispose of. She knew it broke the rules, but she’d fully digested the frail woman into sludge. There’d be nothing to identify Rao, just a pile of misplaced fertilizer. But where to leave her - ?

Oh.

With a grin, the demon lord straddled the well and squatted.