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Jezebel waited out front of the mage’s tower with an indignant huff, pelted by the heaven rain which soaked through the ‘modest’ dress that had cost her boyfriend Coonix a month of his pay as an apprentice.

Although calling the mustelid quad-breed an apprentice would be generous. Oh, how she wished she knew how terrible the mongrel’s fortunes were before she seduced him—believing him to have a bright future as one of Archmage Amoren’s acolytes!

But instead of a rising star in the magical world, the only thing she got for her trouble was a glorified janitor! Every night the man returned to her home tired, sore, and complaining of doing simple housework for the five-tailed kitsune instead of learning magic!

Worst of all, the quarter-quoll was spineless!

No matter how hard he worked, or how much the fox slighted the mustelid by treating him like a domestic servant instead of an apprentice, Coonix never spoke up about it!

Every time she tried to push him to speak up for himself, to ask his ‘Master’ to train him, he backed down.

He didn’t even do the typical, ‘Yes dear, I’ll try dear, I didn’t have the time today dear,’ routine; he just deflected instead of even the most token of commitment!

After months of this, Jezebel had had enough.

She hadn’t seduced a damn house servant; she had seduced a mage, and by the Gods, she was going to get one!

Fortunately, she knew where one was... The best one, in fact, renowned throughout the Kingdoms and even the Realms, who could provide the pretty, turquoise-eyed red panda lass with the luxury she deserved—her boyfriend’s very own Master!

He was already a looker who the other girls in town gossiped about constantly. Truly, he was the best of both worlds~

Thus why she was here now, knocking on the door to his tower, waiting to be invited in as decorum demanded when a fair lady was stuck out in the rain... just as she had planned!

Much like she planned to be caught in the dress Coonix had worked so hard to buy her~ The damp cloth stuck to her curvaceous figure in all the right ways, leaving almost nothing about her demure, wide-hipped figure to the imagination, exposing even the buds of her nipples upon her chest.

And oh, how ‘sweetly’ and ‘bashfully’ she wrapped her long, banded tail around her body, trying and ‘serendipitously failing’ to maintain some measure of propriety despite her ‘unfortunately’ drenched state!

She hadn’t quite expected to be caught out in the rain for as long as she had, but, well... That won’t matter soon. She’d have someone big, strong, and powerful to help warm her up in but a moment—a true man, unlike her wastrel of a boyfriend!

That didn’t stop her knocking from getting more insistent the longer she was left in the downpour, however...

Eventually, nearly ten-minutes since she first started knocking, the door to the vulpine’s sanctum finally opened.

Jezebel’s heart fluttered as she saw her target, the tall, handsome, five-tailed fox with glowing, sapphire-blue eyes and a thick head of leaf-green hair that faded to ‌black at the ends. But as equally alluring as his appearance was his power. His arcane might was such that even a magically inept lass like herself could taste the arcane power radiating off ‌him!

This was the type of man ‌she deserved!

Despite the late hour, the fox still wore the finery and regalia of his station, making the difference between him and his dry clothes versus her in her drenched dress, and more importantly him and her boyfriend’s simple apprentice frock, even more apparent.

It wasn’t the first time she had ever seen the Archmage—she had the pleasure of passing him a few times since she lived in the town next to his tower—not enough to be familiar with the fox, but enough to know what he looked like.

She was not ashamed to admit to her friends that she frequently thought about the kitsune instead of Coonix whenever the mongrel was pleasuring her.

“Jezebel,” the fox rumbled, recognizing her immediately—much to the red panda’s delight.

He made no move to invite her in, however.

“Did Coonix send you? I don’t understand why he couldn’t just wait until the morning if he needed something.”

“Yes, well, you see...” the red panda spoke with a sweet smile despite the indignant fury she felt from being left in the drenching rain. “He didn’t. I came because I wanted to‌ discuss his work for you...”

The fox stood there unmoving, his stoic expression and unflinching blue eyes making it hard to read his intentions.

Jezebel’s long, now rain-matted, tail twitched in annoyance at the fox’s long pause.

“It couldn’t have waited, either?” Amoren finally spoke half-a-minute later, his expressionless glance flicking past her to look at the heavy rain pounding the woman’s ears to a drooped posture against her scalp.

“Alas, I got caught in the rain on my way to see you~” Jezebel lied, putting on a poor, oh so pitiable, whimper to exaggerate her utterly soaked state.

The fox’s eyes returned to staring at her, never once sliding off ‌her face to admire the figure she coyly presented. “You only live a few minutes away. You could have left and come back another night.”

Jezebel’s lips twitched—oh how she regretted not doing that now! She could have gone home in the time she spent just waiting out front the damn fox’s door!

“W-well, I’m here now~” the lass answered with ‌a smile, more forced than her last. “I don’t suppose I could come in to get out of the rain and have that talk with you now~?”

The kitsune’s head tilted to the side, leaving her waiting for another moment. Before, with a sigh, he finally stepped away from the door and invited her in with a sweep of his robust arm. “Fair enough. Come on in. You can warm yourself by the fireplace.”

Jezebel practically hopped in, finally glad to be free of the damned rain!

The entrance floor of the fox’s tower was much like Coonix had described. At the moment, it was an unfurnished chamber, possessing only an unlit fireplace that graced one end of its wall, as well as a set of stairs that spiraled up around the wide tower’s walls to the next floor.

But with a wave of the fox’s hand, that all changed.

The fireplace sprang to life, burning and smoldering as if it had been burning all day and would continue to burn all night. Furniture appeared: a large lounge chair for the vulpine to sprawl upon like some grand throne as well as a simple wooden seat for the red panda, seated closer to the fire. He even deigned to throw in a coat rack, seated in front of the crackling flame for her dress, complete with a simple, dry frock she could wear in the wet garment’s place.

Jezebel sighed wistfully. This was real magic, not the simple cantrips that Coonix knew to make some chores around the house slightly easier. This was a man who could ensure the rise or fall of a kingdom with but the wave of his hand!

This was the man she deserved!

“You can dry your clothes by the fire while we talk,” the fox spoke from his chair. “So, what is it you want to discuss about my apprentice?”

Jezebel sighed; it felt like it was one step forward, two steps back with this fox...

She’d have to change her strategy. If playing the role of the meek, powerless doe caught out in the rain wasn’t enticing the fox... she’d just have to go for the direct approach!

“Well, you see, Master Amoren~” the red panda sighed regretfully yet eagerly, wasting no time as her dainty fingers wrapped around the trim of her dress and peeled the soaked fabric from her body... exposing every inch of soaked fur underneath—including her set of nubile pussy lips and her buxom breasts crowned by puffy nipples.

She had forgone her underwear while coming here today as part of her preparations to seduce the fox, of course~

“Your work keeps Coonix ever so busy... So busy, in fact, that he’s not had the time to take care of me. Even when he comes home, he’s so exhausted that I’ve been left wanting~” the naked woman whimpered sweetly, still feigning a hint of naivety even as she sauntered over to the Archmage’s side completely nude.

“So... I figured... If he doesn’t have time for me...” her sultry words tickled against Amoren’s ear as she rested her damp chest against one of his shoulders—pressing her breasts to his chest, whilst her bare loins all but ground against the man’s hip. “Perhaps... since you’re the one keeping him so ragged, you could be the one to satisfy me in his place~?

“It's only fitting, no...? This way both he and I can service all of your needs~”

Plan B for Jezebel was rather similar to Plan A, really. They both lead to the same outcome: her on her back and that stud of a mage fucking her silly! No matter how intelligent the fox was, he was still a man. As soon as she got his blood pumping, he’d only be thinking with his dick!

“Oh? the fox’s head tilted to look towards hers as best he could with their close position, his blue eyes smoldering with some strange notion. “And what about your boyfriend? Coonix would be devastated if he found out, after all... It would be quite... troublesome... if I had to find a new apprentice to take his place.”

“Pfft~ Fuck him,” Jezebel rolled her eyes, not bothering to hide the contempt she felt from the question.

She pressed closer to Amoren. Her heavy breasts rolled against the fox’s broad chest, her hips hopping up onto the side of his seat to bring her fertile sex within easy reach of his hand. Dainty fingers swept down, stroking over the vulpine’s muscled body, wandering over his abdomen and groin to trace over ‌the impressive, womb-fluttering impression his endowment made within his clothes.

“He’s such an eager, weak-willed bitch to please both of us,” she spat with a condescending roll of her eyes, and a hint of envy with the ‘us’ part of that statement. “Why, I bet I could get him eating your cum out of my cunt, and have him thank you for putting your baby in my womb instead of his own mongrel seed!”

She threw in that enticing, back-handed offer into her disparaging barb, not missing any chance she could take to ensnare her future lover~

“Besides~” she threw in, withdrawing back into her poor, pitiable tone, as her hand slipped beneath the fox’s pants to squeeze over a sheath so large her palm fingers struggled to wrap around it. “He’s not the man I thought he was when I first got with him. I want a man, a real man... Strong, noble, handsome... Just like yourself~”

“Is that so?” Amoren replied with a weary sigh.

At first, Jezebel thought her charms were having no effect upon the strong-willed fox. But with her hand squeezing his fuzzy pouch, she could feel his arousal plump out beneath her kneading grip, while her ears caught the twisting, coy tone of the fox’s words.

“Of course~” the red panda murmured, leaning forward to place a dainty, and oh so chaste, smooch upon his cheek despite the salacious behavior of her hand.

“Well, then...” the fox’s blue eyes twinkled with a hint of malevolent desire, his words purring with devious intent. “If you’re going to kiss my ass that hard, you may as well do it properly.”

Jezebel’s ears twitched.

Properly? Did that mean he was going to jump straight to doing her—

That was about as far as her thoughts went, before the fox’s fingers snapped, and the red panda-ess found her mind going completely blank—leaving her turquoise eyes staring listlessly towards his bright, captivating blue eyes as she hung off of his shoulder.

“There, that’s better... Nothing good seems to come from that tongue of yours, so let's change that~” the five-tailed fox smirked towards the spell-enthralled lass, oh so helpless against his magic.

The hand that had snapped the spell into existence pointed towards his feet as he barked an order. “Kneel.”

The plotting red panda dutifully obeyed as if she were an animated doll. She slid off ‌the fox’s rugged body, settling onto her knees before the seated fox. Her slack-jawed lips hung open just a hair, letting the tip of her tongue peek through as it lay sluggishly in place.

“Hmmm~ If I sent you home like this, Coonix might just dedicate himself to working twice as hard in thanks~” Amoren chuckled as he looked over the listless lass.

“But... I think we can make a few... improvements... yet before he sets eyes on you~” he smirked before dismissing his garb with another snap of his fingers.

The five-tailed kitsune’s ostentatious magus robes disappeared, leaving his athletic form fully exposed to the mind-blanked red panda.

Despite the faint shimmer of his blue magic in her eyes, Jezebel’s pupils couldn’t help but focus ever so slightly upon the fox’s hefty balls, as well as his juicy, budding prick that promised to make her womb sing in delight.

“You’ll get to have your fill of my dick shortly enough, lass... But for now...” the fox leaned back further against his armchair, adjusting his posture so that his rump sat along the edge of the seat.

His tails, too, lifted and flicked aside, whilst one of his hands reached down to wrangle his heady, melon-sized nuts up and away from his taint—exposing the pair of chiseled glutes for rump cheeks he possessed.

“I told you we’d make you kiss ass properly, so get to it~” the fox commanded with a snarled and a crooked, toothy smile.

The red panda obeyed as dutifully as before, pressing her face flush to the man’s ass without a moment’s delay. A second later, the vulpine released his virile cum tanks, letting them fall down to smother the enthralled lass’ face with their warmth and musk.

But she paid the virile fonts she had once sought no mind. Instead, she obediently followed her orders, nestling her nose between the cleft of the fox’s rump, nudging it dutifully against the snug sphincter hidden between.

Then, with a glossy look and blue-shimmer to her eyes, the oh so proud and self-centered bitch puckered her lips up and placed a devoted smooch onto the man’s ring~

The touch of her lips to the taut pucker sent an electrifying jolt of magic coursing through her, making her prostrated body shiver with strange arousal and delight.

Alas, there wasn’t anyone home within the red panda’s skull at the moment to appreciate it, but the sweep of magic still had an effect. Her turquoise eyes dulled as something vitally important behind them was robbed—something that the superficial spell controlling her actions and thoughts couldn’t achieve.

Her body, meanwhile, changed in more overt ways. Her long, banded tail became ever so slightly poofier, and her swollen cunt-lips ever so slightly more prominent—glistening with an earnest arousal that wasn’t there before.

“I didn’t say stop now, did I~?” Amoren’s voice rumbled out again as he leisurely sat within his seat, enjoying the warmth of the fireplace whilst the entranced woman’s lips remained planted against his ass. “And no tongue? Don’t tell me that’s how you kiss Coonix at home~”

The lass shivered for a moment as her mind protested against the fox’s magic. But the resistance only held for a second before she delivered another tender, full-hearted smooch. The act once again completed the magical circuit—sending another shiver-inducing bolt of change coursing through her.

Her resistance weakened in its wake, causing her tongue to press forward... bashfully and naively to start—as if it was her first proper kiss—before greeting the fox’s pucker with passionate subservience.

But as soon as that nimble muscle pressed forward and was clutched by the muscle entrance in turn, the shiver of strange delight would become a coursing river—crashing into her body and making her glossy eyes roll into the back of her head.

Jezebel’s spell-bound eagerness grew by the second. Steadily, lap by lap, kiss by kiss against the man’s pucker, she forgot the pride that had gotten her into this mess—forget why she was even struggling against the mind controlling magic burning between her ears—focusing solely upon ‌pleasuring the man in exchange for the depraved delight it brought her.

All the while completely blind to what each act of subservience, what each smooch, what each worshipping lather with her spit and tongue, wrought.

All she knew in her current state of mind was that she felt better, felt more eager, with every act of magically coerced indulgence and surrender.

One of her hands left upon the floor briefly lifted from the floor, lured by a reflexive desire to plunder her swelling lips to ride the delight she found, only for her hand to stop barely an inch from the surface before returning—guided by the fox’s magic to continue her one-sided, lavishing worship with no thought at all to her own.

This wasn’t about her pleasure, after all; it was completely about him.

That didn’t stop her curvy thighs from grinding together as she knelt, pressing them against her swelling folds as best she could while her wide waist rolled forward—all but humping and grinding her own leg as sweet, suckling notes wrung out from her full-hearted worship and lavish of the man’s back door.

All the while, her body continued to change with[a] each lap and each slurp. The fur pattern on her long tail twisted, the once distinctive banded pattern of a wah gave way to a long white stripe which ran the fluffy limb’s length—along both its top and underneath—while the rest of the brown-furred limb burnt into a black which contrasted sharply against the streak. At the same time, its shape flattened, puffing out into a long, wide scarf rather than the extra-long brush she spent so much time caring for as her pride and joy.

The white stripe upon her tail didn’t stop there, however. The streak crept up from her wide waistline, like a paintbrush drawn along her spine, leading the way for an advancing wave of black fur which slowly erased her russet, autumn hues for the chromatic blacks and whites.

Beneath the white line’s advance, her body changed in far more pronounced ways than her fur. Her hips shrank, thinning into a lithe, rather than curvaceous, build, joined by the rest of her body as her muscles thickened and toned, taking the place of the soft fat which padded her being before.

The invisible, fur-bleaching, transformation-sparking brush swept up between her shoulder plates, leaving them as lithe as they had been before, then up over an ever so slightly thinner neck. Until, finally, the streak of white ended in a cowlick upon her scalp, smothered beneath heavy, musky vulpine balls.

Jezebel’s new tail was far more adept at hoisting itself up than her last—draped against her slender backside as if to show off her own, ever more snug ring as her buttocks toned and hardened from its former soft and plush appearance—as well as her juicy pussy lips, now throbbing with a strange need.

Unseen with her reverent position, however, was how her eyes became duller and ever more unfocused. Her mind’s resistance against the magic keeping it prisoner was now but a token protest as the ever smoother wrinkles of her brain left her utterly unable to focus upon anything that wasn’t the lurid pleasure that came from worshipping the man above her.

Spreading up from her thinner, lither waist, the rest of her posture tightened. Her bust changed, demolishing the upper half of her hourglass figure much like the lower curves had been. Her breasts shrunk, like they were clay being kneaded down by a trained potter’s hands, leaving behind a thin, flat, and somewhat athletic chest—much more fitting for the boyish frame ‘she’ now sported.

But, by far the most pronounced change was happening between ‘her’ spindly thighs.

By now, her labia had swollen a good couple of inches from her loins, puffing out into a swollen, engorged hood joined with her sprouting, thickening clitoris.

Yet more changes were wrought deeper inside her depths. Her aroma shifted, losing its telltale waft of fertility with each unfeminine quiver rocking through the engorged glands, arriving with a small, glistening shower of fluids scattered from her changing sex. Instead, her scent became more pungent, the start of a beckoning promise that was the opposite of its previous pheromonal advertisement.

Especially as a desperate quiver rocked beneath the white fur of her new taint, the perineum clenching with every rocking convulsion through her oversized pussy lips, while the lubricating essence gushing from the hooded folds grew thicker...

“You were always a clever lass, Jezebel,” the fox chuckled from his seat with a pleased, self-satisfied murmur in the back of his throat. “But the only thing you used those smarts of yours for was those schemes~”

Amoren’s lips then twisted into a toothy growl, helpfully grinding his rump down upon her lips wetly making out with his entrance. “So we might as well take all that intelligence, and trade it for something far more useful~”

The former red panda, now almost fully transformed into a lithe skunk, twitched her ears at her Master’s words. But even without the remaining magic curtailing her neurons and keeping them in proper order, her diminished mind seemed incapable of processing his words to realize the danger pronounced within them.

The warm, gentle, teasing tone behind the fox’s speech, however, made the budding mustelid’s narrow waist squirm with desire, encouraging ‘her’ to push her nose and lips deeper into the winking ring, and her waist to roll forward with grinding need—drenching her inner thighs with the strangely fecund essence escaping her lips.

There was no resistance left in her anymore.

Even if she were made cognizant of the trade, she’d only think it was a good one. After all, her sex was getting larger... stronger... She could feel it grow more vigorous with every throb, with every IQ point she fed it through the fox’s magic, with every flick of her tongue...

Until, with a less than feminine gasp, the skunk whimpered as a pair of spheres plopped out from what was left of her pussy with a wet squelch—as if she was birthing her own virility into being~

The fuzzy spheres, covered in a fine layer of white fuzz which quickly developed into a proper pelt, swung hung heavily from the skunk’s crotch, twitching with newfound pleasure. Shortly thereafter, the remaining traces of her original feminine sex were robbed from her, as her rimming maw swelled her labia so thick that it pressed together into a faux trunk with her glistening clit.

Then, a few pussy-bulging throbs and crotch-swaying thrusts later, there wasn’t anything faux about her... or rather, his masculinity anymore~

The sensitive lips conjoined, sculpting together into a proud tower swaying from the skunk twink’s hips with every rocking roll of his hips. What had once been the nub of his clitoris plumped into a proud, bulbous crown, standing at the head of his ever more vigorous shaft—glistening with fecundity which trickled down the long, growing cock with an ever-increasing flow.

But the fox’s magic still had so much more to give than just exchanging his former fertility for his newfound virility. After all, the skunk still had so much more intelligence to lose during his increasingly vapid and increasingly desperate back-door make-out session—and so many more inches of gay skunk dick he could grow with its loss!

Both of his hands, stronger than the dainty, feminine grip he sported before, clutched to the fox’s muscled thighs, bracing himself so his snout could press flush to the kitsune’s hypnotizing ring—offering it everything he had between his ears just so he could feel better, feel his libido be stoked higher as his cock swelled and balls grew, content to spend days on end doing nothing more than satisfying his queer new desires!

Until, with a groan of delight, the empty-headed skunk with a fat trunk of cock only a few inches shorter than the mage fox’s own prestigious column of masculinity shuddered. His balls flexed, clenching to a release sparked only by the pleasure that came with his transformation, or at least now that his vacant, empty-headed skull had made him that easy to please~

Long streaks of virile skunk seed splattered out onto the floor of the mage’s tower, dedicating his new sex to the vulpine’s service with a hands-free climax wrought purely by his newfound love for the kitsune’s body! Turquoise eyes, as dull as wrought iron, stared forward, even as the fox’s hips rolled back—dragging his rear from the skunk’s lips with a wet plop~!

Jezebel—or rather, Jessy—stayed kneeling right where he was like an obedient toy.

His head looked forward with a slack jaw. Not a single thought existed within his skull as his tongue lolled from spit-dripping lips, hanging open with a vapid ‘duuuuuuuuuh’ which rolled from his throat.

“Tut, tut... Silly skunk~” Amoren chuckled, letting his thirteen-inch slab of knotted fox dick drape over his newest, utterly gay toy’s face. “Now that you've cum, you’re going to be stuck like this~ After all, you put all those silly, complex thoughts and wrinkled neurons into your dick’s heft, then practically came them all away~

“Not that you mind, do you?” the mage teased with a grin, rolling his hips back to line the tower of man meat to the skunk’s lips.

Sure enough, that throbbing spire seemed to be the only thing that could rouse his skunk twink’s empty cranium to action. His dumb, dull eyes focusing upon the crimson spire with a shameless pant, whilst his spent shaft gave a vigorous twitch at the prospect of getting his hands and lips upon his fox Master’s dick.

“Heh, if anything, looks like you’re all too eager to be broken in~ Well, we’ve got nothing better to do until Coonix comes by for his morning shift~”

[a]Might be a bit repetitive with the 'lap by lap, kiss by kiss' line at the end of the last page? Will leave it up to you. ;3