The Heirs of Ahri
In the thick wood of a secluded region of the world, a father and his two children played happily outside their small, humble hut. Theirs was a happy life, a small farm more than enough for their self-sustained living. Being tucked away from the main kingdom miles away, news never reached them quickly. So they were completely unaware of the stories making their rounds of the demon fox Ahri.
This demon was said to have once been a fox, before the powerful magics of the land were cast into chaos during a great war and the negative powers produced willed the poor creature into an existence as a demon. The fox lady was rumored to be the most beautiful creature laid eyes on by man.
Ahri had the appearance of an adult woman with fair, creamy skin and a pointed face with eyes that bore the seductive, large, gold slit pupils of a fox. Three whisker marks ran across each of her cheeks, a marking that spoke to her fox heritage. She had large, black fox ears that stuck out from the top of her head—naturally blending with her long, shiny, silky black hair that covered fully the sides of her head and fell lavishly down past her hips, tied into a ponytail near the end by a decorative, red hair-sleeve. Her hair had the texture of well-groomed animal fur, the two long tufts that fell down her cheeks and down past her chest brushed her skin with a soothing touch. She was often seen playfully rolling a finger in one of the many curls these lengths of hair possessed. Even more brilliant than her hair were the nine enormous, white-as-snow fox tails that sprouted out from just above her bottom. Aside from the more animal aspects to her appearance, she looked very much human and possessed otherworldly beauty. She was slender, but full and shapely at the same time. She had shapely breasts and a large, firm ass that hypnotically swayed with each step, beckoning any nearby men.
The captivating demon tended to prefer appearing to men dressed in revealing traditional attire. She wore up to her calves smooth, toeless white socks with red yarn binding them, both feet slipped into black moccasins. She wore red, shirtless sleeves—pointed with large openings near the shoulders—with swirling gold designs near the wrists. They appeared loose, the cloth waving elegantly whenever she swayed her arms, but clung tightly enough to her biceps as to not fall down. Her legs gave quite the show, barely covered from the front by her white skirt with gold trim Asian designs. The skirt hung lower on the back and sides, but opened up greatly in the front, teasing the delicate, flowery lips that lay between the enchantress’ legs. Ahri held one purpose in the eyes of the people who knew of her, that of a seductress that stole the hearts of men and fed on their souls. The very design of her outfit was meant to entice. Her red, chest-cut shirt—that clung to her body like a second skin—was fitted just above her nipples and held up her magnificent breasts, providing ample view of her cleavage. An oriental bell on a woven string dangled down from the center of her chest, its sound calling attention to her welcoming bosom. The large flesh-pillows were responsible for inviting many weary travelers to rest a head upon them, not knowing it would lead to their doom.
Ahri was no fools tale, she was real and a real threat. Her hunger was insatiable, though had died down somewhat with time. Many believed the increased hunts for her staved her off. Despite that, men were still falling prey to her charms. Cunning, like a true fox, she avoided capture and continued to feed. Her fugitive travels had brought her to the unsuspecting family within the woods. There Ahri stood, kneeling within some dark brush, staring at the happy family before her.
Despite the salivation in her mouth while looking at the strong, handsome father, she was not here to feed. She merely wished to observe. She looked on with an inquisitive look, a gleam in her eyes.
Ahri had indeed started off life as a fox, and through some unexplained magic that entered her through the corpses of a war torn battlefield she had stumbled upon, she had turned into the succubus she was now—the name Ahri imprinted on her brain. Despite having gained humanity, she was often inebriated by the energies that birthed her, and she went on to consume the life essence of the living. Her targets were mostly men, what they could give her physically as she sucked them dry the most stimulating. That said, she wasn’t opposed to feeding off women either. Regardless of whom she consumed, she felt it necessary as to strengthen herself and her magic.
It was instinct that drove her, given by the energies she contained within a floating, glowing, blue orb— her own essence materialized. It had appeared shortly after she had been reborn and she had no understanding of what it was other than she could feel herself in it. Whatever natural magics of the land changed her; it also bestowed upon her a link to the orb. It looked like a thin layered, glass ball and was warm to the touch. Inside, swirling patterns of whites, blues, and dark blues took on many shapeless forms—occasionally appearing in the shape of a fox head with a wispy tail for a body. Whenever Ahri tapped into this magic, blue radiation emitted from the outside of it.
Ahri’s orb hovered gently above one of her swaying tails while she gazed on happily at the sight of the father playing with his kin. The longer she had lived, the more a sense of morality developed within her. She began to change her targets over time. She now mostly went after the scum of society, the thieves and brutes. She also tried sucking small morsels of essence from her victims, but was tortured by unending hunger. It was rough; she enjoyed feeding and would often falter and feast on whomever she could. She tried her best though, and kept herself hidden while the world hunted her down, observing the joyful lives of folks from afar while wishing it for herself.
Due to this evolving morality, Ahri began to question the magic’s intentions for her or whether she was simply some aberrant extension of the magic itself. She began to justify her actions with the idea that the essence she was stealing would one day turn her human. As the years went on, she grew less convinced by her speculation. She was left to fantasize about having a carefree life of her own, where she could be free to live without judgment, hopefully with a family all her own.
“A fools dream…” the lonely fox lady whispered, weary of spying on those more fortunate than her.
She pondered over where to travel next. It had been a while since she’d been west. A vast sea lay there and she longed to feel the salty, brisk air of the ocean once more. Ahri always found herself fascinated by the litters of humans frolicking about the beach in more revealing wear, often giggling at the sight.
It was decided then. Ahri arose fast to her feet bearing a jubilant look. Both feet sunk into the moist dirt as she prepared to dash.
THOOM!
A loud whistle pierced Ahri’s ears and moments later her body was racked with pain. A prickling trail of discomfort ran from her shoulder out across her torso, sapping the strength from her body. She squinted at the pained shoulder to find a blood soaked arrow staring her dead in the face. She had been shot! But by who?
THOOM! THOOM!
A couple more arrows came raining down from the sky. She quickly mustered her strength and dodged. Having no time to figure how many enemies she faced or her chances, she opted to run and dashed, quick as a fox, away from the danger. Her movements were lighting fast, yet graceful, as she weaved effortlessly under branches and around messes of trees. Her nine tails huddled together into a single streamlined unit that further increased her speed, moving like a large fish swimming behind her through a thicket of flora. Soon she was free of the woods and sprinting on an open plain. She had covered a great distance. Surely she must have lost them by now—no mere human could keep up with her after all.
Her hopes were quickly dashed as a dark shadow cast over Ahri on the tall grass causing her to turn her gaze towards the sky and witness her end barreling towards her like a swarm of insects. Hundreds of arrows were on a direct course for her. She hadn’t the time to escape their radius, so her only option was to dodge. Dodge she did, for a time, impressively maneuvering through the deadly hail. It was too much for her to overcome though, a handful hitting their mark and bringing the fox demon to the ground.
Ahri groaned in anguish, tears welling in her eyes as the excruciating pain of her wounds tore through her soul. Her free spirit felt grounded knowing that this was likely her end. Why was she so hated, what was her purpose, why couldn’t she just live happy? All these questions ran through her head as the footsteps of her attackers padding the grassy fields drew close.
“We’ve finally got that wicked beast!” one of the archers celebrated.
“That cursed woman will do no more harm!” another barked.
“Let’s cut off her head!” a particularly violent sounding member suggested.
Ahri hugged her magical orb tight and let her emotions run free. All the sorrow and frustration she had felt over the hand she’d been dealt in life poured out. As she waited for her end, she focused hard on her wish to live peacefully as herself, and to have a family all her own.
She cracked a faint smile before a sword was plunged into her heart. Her death was near immediate, her tails falling atop her motionless body. Her blood spilled onto the magic orb still held tightly and was slowly soaked into it. In fact, very little blood pooled beneath Ahri’s body.
Not long after, the illuminating orb flickered out—the light leaving it along with the light in Ahri’s eyes. The nine tailed fox woman was no more.
***
A dim lit bedroom within a small suburban Midwest style home was drowning in the noise of carnic moans and slapping skin from two men screwing each other mad, their creamy skin coated with hours of sweat. The room flickered with a clash of two faint colors. A warm orange glow from the candles almost burned out on the dresser—a testament to how long the two’s fun had lasted—mingled with the faint blues emanating from a large, chipped, dusty old orb sitting on a nearby chair. The glow from the orb in particular was becoming brighter.
The one on top holding his sub’s legs into the air as he clapped viciously against his ass was Caz. He was rather slim in physique, yet toned. He was stronger than he looked, packing a wallop with his thrusts. So much sweat poured from his black, side-faded, spiked-top hair, down into his blue eyes that it was hard to resist the urge to itch them. His attractive blue pupils—which stood out well against his peach colored skin—peered into the eyes of the other man. Big brown pupils caught in waves of ecstasy stared lovingly back.
“Ahn! Ah! Oh you're as tight as ever my love!” Caz screamed out, more than pleased with what felt like the final rhapsody of the night. “My cock is so hungry for your ass Will!”
Will, the man below Caz—whose ass was being put through its paces—struggled to keep his eyes open, tears of joy streaming down his more effeminate face. He had very soft features for a man—his body a slim, androgynous, creamy treat. His thick, brown, shoulder length hair was wet from the hours of love making—it and his body creating a pool of perspiration on the bed. His long bangs bounced gracefully on top of his face, his gaze peeking through towards his lover.
“Y-yes! Yes mama!” yelled Will, picturing Caz as a mother as they often would during roleplay. The dynamic of their relationship was often that of a mother spoiling their child, and Caz would often talk with a softer tone of voice when fully enwrapped in the motherly role. Caz was an avid crossdresser as well, especially when alone with Will at home, so it certainly made the sexual experimentation easy.
“M-Mama! I can feel you! Ahn! Plunging deeper into my tight anal depths-ha! AHH!”
Will tried his best to keep enough composure to talk dirty, but was swiftly interrupted by a piercing plunger from his mama Caz, who had reached the recesses of his anal doorway.
“What’s the matter dear? Did I s-strike a weak point?” Caz cooed. “Hee hee, you’re such a sweet plaything my timid daughter. Euhn! Oh! T-Trying so hard to hang on.”
Both men tensed up as each reached a momentary stoppage before their ultimate climax. Like the brief moment before a roller coaster makes that first drop, both men squinted in anticipation of the enormous rush that was to follow. Caz was over the moon, his big load ready to be delivered to Will’s dock.
“Oh fuck! H-Here it comes! Scream for me Will! Scream your mama’s name!”
Caz’s furiously pumping dick was wrapped by a pulsing anal paradise. Will’s asshole clamped down as hard as it could in adoration over the beauty and dominance of his lover’s cock. Both men’s bond grew by the second, overflowing along with hot torrents of cum deep inside Will.
“C-Caz! Oh, Caz! Fill me oh! Uhhh! Oh please mama, mmm, d-don’t stop… give me all of it.”
Will relished in his sweetheart’s gift, his body squirming under the direction of Caz’s forceful, finishing-blow thrusts. His ass was stuffed like a cream puff. After Caz pulled out, he immediately went down to taste his mouth-watering creation.
As the two lovers teased each other a little longer, winding down their wild sexcapades, Will noticed the orb Caz had brought home with him today was glowing. He skittishly pointed it out to him, but the orb went dim the moment Caz turned his head towards it.
“I’m telling you, it was glowing!” Will insisted, looking a little frightened. He was a shy thing, easily scared.
Caz flicked on the light to the room and blew out the candles one by one, giggling during the last one. Will twiddled his fingers underneath the forest green comforter on their queen-sized bed. The blinds were then opened, the bright light sending Will retreating off the bed and onto the Bello rug carpet.
Still chuckling, Caz approached and hugged the confused Will and assured, “Look, it was probably just a trick of the light or something sweetie. Might be all in your head too? I’m certainly lightheaded after all that fun!”
“Y-Yeah… maybe you’re right.”
Caz clasped one of Will’s hands and guided it towards a comforting touch, his cock. Will quickly dipped down low, knowing what Caz wanted. Will cradled Caz’s virile dick, giving it a long lick on the tip while digging his nails into his balls. Will was soon pulled up by Caz and brought into an embrace again, both meeting in a long kiss, both of their lips dry from their long period of wailing—the sloppiness of the kiss quickly fixing that.
Will pulled back and purred appreciatively at his lover’s luscious caresses.
“You give me such comfort, my cherished soul of pure passion. Your Will will be okay now I think. My tumult is eased by your deliciously sculpted cock, Caz.”
“Ha ha, oh stop it Will dear! That poetic side of you always gets me going again. We should really be getting cleaned up. We were gonna have a fancy dinner tonight, remember? And we’ve only gotten through the main course. There is still desert.”
Will blushed as he pictured Caz wearing his revealing chef’s apron. Caz was so outwardly expressive of his soul, Will thought. He was truly blessed to have him, someone that could pull that same outward expression out of him. Will was so secretly perverse—often imagining Caz’s gorgeous cock during a deep squat in the squat rack at the gym. When alone with him, that side of his flourished as did his more flowery, poetic side. He never expected to find such a perfect soul mate. He used to be so distant from others, but Caz changed and inspired him.
Caz noticed his blushing man and smiled. Will was his treasure, someone that made his life shine brighter than it had any right to. To have someone that saw him as irreplaceable, as an image of perfection, there was no better feeling. To have that kind of impact on another and to feel such strong appreciation pouring back, it couldn’t be anything but true love. Both of them being movie and video game nuts of a similar ilk certainly helped too.
“So what sort of film shall we dive into after dinner Caz?” Will asked with a cheerful anxiousness “You’ve been raving about Isle of Dogs and it certainly looks like a retro-future treat! Bryan Cranston is such inspired casting, I—oh!”
Caz smacked Will on his butt before sending him off to the bathroom on the other end of the house to clean up. Caz got the shower in their bedroom bathroom.He quickly washed himself and got into a loose fitting t-shirt and some sporty, girly shorts—that accentuated his somewhat girly looking ass—and plopped onto the bed to relax and wait for Will to be done. He turned his head towards the orb Will had claimed to see glowing and placed a hand on it. It felt oddly warm, perhaps the heat leftover by one of the nearby candles.
It truly is a magnificent decoration. Caz thought as he stared into a foggy swirl that appeared inside the orb constantly. The man at the thrift store where he had bought it knew nothing about the item, but assumed it was one of those crystal balls one might use for fortune telling. Caz felt there was something more to it though. Some peculiarity had drawn him into purchasing it.
Every time he touched the orb it brought about a rise in his emotions, a pleasant feeling that was hard to keep hidden. Lately he had been petting it before making love to Will and it seemed to almost amplify his performance. He was certainly lasting longer than he ever had before. Tonight however, it was becoming very hard for Caz to hold his composure near the orb. Thoughts of Will spurred his arousal forward, until his spent cock became engorged with newfound life.
Will was everything to Caz and he would do anything to love and protect him. Caz found himself acting more and more like a mother to Will at home and at times wondered if he was letting it slip too much into everyday life. He enjoyed it immensely though, coddling Will. The orb and whatever spell it had put on him was making it even harder to not want to pounce on his lover at any given opportunity. His sex drive was going crazy.
Unable to hold back against the teasing warmth of the orb, Caz begun to slowly beat himself off. His free hand palmed the blue ball, and he felt a rush of prickling jolts travel up his arm and spread throughout his body, covering him with goosebumps. Caz held a firm image of Will in his head, Will embracing and placing a head on his chest. Caz was dressed in a maid outfit in his fantasy, having just served his tender lover a fine meal. Surely this was a vision of the wonderful night ahead. As the fantasy seemed to grow more into a reality, Caz felt another current of thick, white passion bubbling to the surface.
“Ah, oh my sweet Will.”
Caz’s cock exploded with even goopier cum in larger amounts than he had spilled during the prior hours of sex. He doused the orb with his seed. It looked drenched in pastry cream.
The shivering man was completely spent, his cock seemingly drained of everything it had. Caz collapsed onto his butt in a lightheaded state, not noticing the orb glowing intensely. The mess of cum he had spilled onto it was devoured, dissipating on the orbs surface and being sucked into the central, inner vortex before disappearing.
Caz felt an electric jolt throughout his body after a spark fired out from the orb. Now clean of his ejaculate, it began to radiate a bright blue border. This same border soon appeared around Caz as well. A permeating heat filled his body and his eyes reached a fugue state, daydreams of Will parading around in his head. His arousal only served to charge the orb, which had connected with him. The latent magics that had awakened were now pouring into his body.
Going limp, Caz collapsed onto his back on the bed. His face was stuck in a lovesick trance. He thirsted for Will, charmed by the visions of his lover. His dick sprung to life yet again, thanks to the orb no doubt. It had pushed Caz to the brink and was ready to implant all its energy into him. He knew this, the orb’s ‘thoughts’ reaching his own. He was unwilling to fight, more than happy to give himself up to this grandiose pleasure.
Breathing more heavily, Caz’s body began to tense up. Prickling effervescence traveling across his flesh like micro-sized footsteps brought him to a nervous sweat. The feeling was indeed pleasant, yet there was nervousness prevalent within him. Rightfully so, as despite the comforting connection to the energies being pumped into him, Caz was completely in the dark about any greater intentions held by it. He could feel his body shifting like wet clay, almost as if an invisible force was starting to work at it and reshape him. Into what is what concerned him, but the maddening bliss and teasing visions of Will made it hard for him to say no to whatever was in store.
All over, his body was being squeezed tight and then released. It happened in an unorthodox rhythm, his arms and legs bloating and deflating at different intervals compared to the rest of his body. During the swelling, his veins showed prominently and his muscles bulged to their limits. It was a chaotic sight of throbbing and pulsating muscle and fat, the sensations sending Caz fidgeting on the bed, toes curling, legs and arms restlessly shifting—his hands grabbing the sheets tight. With each series of expands-and-deflates he began to look smaller in size, his bodily mass depleting slowly but surely. Each exhale for him felt like sweet release, all the disappearing bulk feeling much like toxins being expunged.
During this withering process, Caz’s skin began to take on a much finer complexion. The longer, thicker hairs on his body began to recede, revealing a baby smooth surface beneath. His peachy skin became creamier and much glossier looking in appearance, the light reflecting off its surface. All blemishes were being shed like a husk, no moles, spots, scars or bumps in sight. Caz’s new skin created a svelte image in the areas where his bones pushed noticeably against his skin. The rough landscape from before had thawed into something stunningly beautiful.
Caz was soon taken off guard by a spike in the pleasure. It was almost scary how intense it became. The electric sensation channeled most powerfully at the head of his throbbing dick. It acted like a lightning rod catching bolts—his moans the lingering thunder that followed each strike. The pulsation of his body didn’t cease, but brought with them more changes. His bones began to thin down into smaller sizes as he continued to shrink, loudly creaking all the while. Bones popped into new positions and angles, his shoulders slimming down and falling into a slender slope. He felt his hips snap a bit wider, aided by a tight, pulling sensation around his waist. His bottom then tightened and pushed out more, and his feet minimized into more dainty shapes—crunching cartilage and slithering sinew making clear how extreme these changes were. He felt his ankles crack and pop out in a more pronounced manner, providing a more noticeable, pleasant hill above his smooth, gentle feet. Not a moment later, the nonexistent arches in Caz’s feet began to rise prominently, creating an even more curvedly smooth landscape.
Considering the extremes of this metamorphosis, it wasn’t as painful as it should have been, the excessive euphoria filling Caz numbing the pain. Some pain was felt, but if anything it only enhanced things. He was one who quite enjoyed pain with his pleasure, often asking Will to claw at his back and bite hard onto his body during sex. The changes were a perfect marriage of violence and sensuality.
He closed his eyes as the intensity cranked up, his moans becoming louder and fervent. His arms and legs rapidly decreased in size along with his feet and hands. Caz relished the thought that being smaller would make it so much easier to fit into women’s clothing. He truly believed what was happening to him was something for the better. It may have been the reverberating ecstasy quieting his doubts, but he honestly couldn’t think of any downsides. Suddenly, it was like a feral beast was unleashed within his body. It rampaged around inside him, causing him to grasp even tighter to the sheets and squirm even more chaotically upon the bed.
His body stopped shrinking, his height a whole foot-and-a-half shorter than before, but there was still much slimming down. The muscle and fat within Caz’s torso was rolling about like waves across his body. His gut jiggled like a gelatin with each current, before it settled into a state where it expanded and contracted like a slumbering beast. His looked like it would fill with air and then exhale, after each exhalation becoming flatter and more pronounced. The alterations happening to him so close to the base brought his cock dangerously close to erupting.
At the same time, Caz’s face was being compressed, a pair of unseen hands pushing on his bones, sculpting out a new, androgynous shape between the dissipating corpulence of his face. His features became far more rounded on the corners, his forehead and brow far less pronounced. His nose cracked and withered into a smaller, shorter, and narrower state.
The most extreme change came rolling slowly back and forth up his torso. All the excess, leftover mass from his now flattened stomach began pushing itself like a tide up into his chest, causing his bones to press harshly against the skin, almost as if his ribcage was going to burst. The more this collection of fat prodded his chest, the thinner his core began to look. It was being transferred, the plumpness filling his chest in the form of two orbs emerging from below his erect nipples. Both nipples looked a bit heftier as well, the areolas looking larger and rising more like a hill off the breast, tenting up against his shirt.
The sound of crunching bone filled the space as Caz’s spine shifted into a more dramatic arc and his sides caved in, creating a distinct hourglass shape. The femininity of his body was becoming more apparent, his girl shorts looking much more at home on him now. They fitted a bit looser on the thighs, but still hugged the shape of his hips and ass—the crack on his enlarging bottom eating the back of the shorts. It felt as if his butt was filling up, soft pillowy tissue—as soft as the pillow gently catching Caz’s head each time he thrashed backwards—swelling within the two cheeks. They felt just as bountiful in size as the two rising, weighty delights that hung beautifully off his chest that were shifting and expanding like balloons being filled with water. It wasn’t long before he had been gifted a pair of big, shapely breasts. They sagged to the sides slightly due to his position, creating a magnificent, sloping valley between the two mountains of warm flesh for his eyes to feast on while glancing down at them.
What the fuck is this? Caz questioned, gaining more clarity. Though he did still enjoy what was going on, the weight and sight of his new breasts snapped him back to his senses, his budding femininity stomping on his manhood. Sure, Caz often identified as very feminine, but this was still a shock. He was starting to question his own identity, as if some desires he never knew he had were emerging. I… I kind of love this but, there is something wrong about all this. This throbbing in my head… are these my own thoughts? Or is something else taking over!?
As if to quiet his doubts, thoughts of Will returned, but in greater force, toying with his sexual desires yet again. It worked, and soon Caz couldn’t help but feel it would be best for him, and good for Will, if he continued to change. Some foreign voice in the back of his mind was clamoring to have its hands on Will. It longed for him as strongly as Caz did. He couldn’t make out any hostility in this voice; it felt more like his own subconscious clawing its way to the surface. If anything, it was proof that he craved Will deep within his core; this was his love reaching new heights and awareness! Yes... whatever was happening to him would only magnify their love!
The orb glowed more splendidly, as did the blue border around Caz. This orb was driven by sexual desire and was compelled to harvest it. For what purpose was unknown, but it had given its task physical form many ages ago, as the nine-tailed fox Ahri. And now, it needed her again.
“Huh, auh! This is—uh, AAAHHH!!!” Caz unleashed a powerful, trailing moan—unable to deliver his final words of protest—as his mind was seized fully by the orb’s magic, his voice cascading up into a female tone that came out smooth as silk, oozing with warmness and sexuality. The orb forged a mission within his mind that became a deeply rooted primal instinct: Feed … feed off the life force of others. Feed… feed off their sex. These succubus needs were woven into the fabric of who he was, what he would become. There was something else there though, but for a moment. Visions of a lonely fox-woman roaming the lands worried Caz, but those worries died—he had Will after all and would never be alone.
The orb’s magic waned a bit, giving the newly reborn soul a moment to settle. With full acceptance of who he now was, Ahri anxiously awaited the magic tethered to his soul to finish him off, transform him into what he was meant to be. More than anything, he couldn’t wait forWill to gaze upon his refined body, soon to be better than ever! Ahri’s bosom ached to feel the head of his Will resting upon it—he brought his hands to rest on his breast as if he were holding his love’s head there. He could truly be a mother to Will now; yes… reality was being made right.
“Oh Will, my sweet thing,” Ahri softly spoke with an affectionate, motherly tone. “Mama is coming dear.”
And with that quiet, heartfelt declaration, she was ready. The changes then returned, fiercer than ever.
Ahri arched back and felt the full, oppressive force of the orb’s energy, and she passionately cried out, as every inch of her body was throttled by a fast-throbbing feeling of delectation. A channel of magical circuits was opening up inside her, pumping like blood through veins. The magic border around her began to reshape into blue, translucent flames crackling off the surface of her form. Her dick became swollen, looking almost infected. In Ahri’s head it may as well have been. She no longer needed her male seed and desperately wanted to rid herself of it.
As she squirmed, agitated on the bed, the floating orb became completely covered in blue flames, white at its center, whiter than the hottest fire. She made the mistake of looking directly at its brilliance and was swiftly blinded by it. She quickly shut her eyes before they were burned, the sclera feeling as if it was about to boil. As she recoiled, she couldn’t see the orb dissolve into a misty, undulating flame. The floating blue fire soon metamorphosed into a ghostly tendril, with an animal body forming at the head. It began to position itself a few inches above Ahri, four legs sprouting out from the wispy figure. Its shape became more defined as the feet placed themselves onto the bed, the body of the fire-figure looking ready to mount itself on top of her. The fox woman’s cock was stiff and pointed up at the lower abdomen of what finally took shape as some sort of fox spirit.
The burning in her eyes starting to subside, Ahri opened them and gazed towards her lower body, where she could feel a heat radiating above her cock. She was shocked to see an astral bodied fire-fox standing above her, hovering its vagina a few centimeters above her throbbing dick. The ghostly slit appeared to be leaking liquid fire that fell like molten lava dripping onto Ahri’s body, causing her to feel a pleasant burn upon its touch. As she stared into the fox’s eyes she understood its intentions. It was a warm stare that seemed to be offering Ahri a choice, though she knew there was none. There was no turning back now, she embraced fully her true nature. She gave the fox a confirming look, a smile curling on her face, knowing this was the final step in her transformation. The embers of the fox’s magic had awakened in her and now her gluttonous pride sought more.
Ahri ordered the magical beast, “Do it… make me your vessel!”
The fox spirit slammed itself onto Ahri’s dick. As the fox wriggled itself into position—its pussy struggled to cover the cock completely like a troublesome, tight fitting shoe—Ahri perked up, screaming in joy at the relief she felt. She had immediately started cumming. She was excited and ready to give up every last drop to the hungry fox. The spirit swiftly shoved Ahri back onto the bed flat with its front paws and silenced her gasps of jubilation by stuffing its flaming hot snout into the woman’s mouth. It wriggled its way deeper in much like Ahri’s cock had into its lower lips. Her maw was being pushed to its limits as the entirety of the snout made its way in, reaching the back of her throat.
Ahri had no idea how to react, but she took it, confident the fox knew what it was doing. But the pain and pleasure were fierce, her mind succumbing to chaos, blanking out in a cascading image of blue fire. Her entire body was now ablaze in blue flames, the fox spirit beginning to transfer itself into her body. More than that, as it began to pump it’s slit up and down its vessel’s dick, it extracted her cum. The excited woman was freely giving it up in ample amounts, firing off thick white streams like a fire hose. The white spillage swirled through the astral fox all the way up into its mouth that was shoved down Ahri’s gaping maw. As the cum made its journey there it was set ablaze in the same bright blue fire as everything else. The flaming cum collected as a large mass once it entered Ahri’s mouth and then vomited forth down her throat. It was an odd process, her own seed being used to plant the magics within her body’s circuitry. Ahri felt it with each drop, a new power growing within her that was completely her own.
The shiver of changes to come filled Ahri’s being yet again. The friction of her giver’s tightly clamped pussy causing all sensation—aside from the most intense pleasure at the tip of her dick—to go completely numb. The more she unloaded into the fox fucking her, the more her balls seemed to shrivel up. They were being emptied to complete uselessness, deflating like air out of a balloon. While milking her, the fox shoved itself down her throat as well, its body elongating in order to keep it’s lower body pounding away. Ahri choked on the warm mass invading her, eyes rolling into the back of her head as the magic within her intensified, overflowing like a dam that had burst. She dug into the sheets and mattress of her bed, her fingernails sharpening.
The fox in her was awakening.
Her budding, primal instincts were running wild. She let the last threads of her humanity be cut away, unleashing the magical beast within. As if to signify this, her nails became even longer and sharper like fine claws, stabbing holes into the mattress as she clung to it, body thrashing up and down to the motions of her spirit-fox lover. Her talons grew to nearly 2 inches, scraping away at the materials of the bed like butter. Her fingers elongated as well, stretching out with a more angular shape, the bones showing well against the skin. They poked at the bed like spider legs walking across the surface. Her spindly fingers nearly broke the threshold into monstrous, but looked close enough to pass as human.
The process continued, more and more the fox milked Ahri’s cock—now shrinking in its size—and more and more Ahri became more fox like in her appearance. The spirit now had half its body forced down her throat. Her curvaceous shape became even more defined, and her limbs more lean and lithe, her growing flexibility made apparent by the intense arch she made with her back.
Ahri’s ears then began to twitch and crack, grotesquely sliding up the side of her head. The sound of shape shifting cartilage rung out like music to her changing ears, her hearing becoming more acute the longer they became and the higher up onto her head they moved. During this migration, her black hair began to grow out, gaining a greasy, healthy shine to it as it did. It was very thick like fur, collecting in bundles of hair to form thicker curling shapes. The bangs fell to the tips of her border eyebrows, parting a bit in the middle. Her lashes became thicker as well, with the same coat of black as the beautiful hair that traveled like slow moving snakes across the bed, running in all directions like a collection of black streams. Their paths never seemed to end, reaching further and further down the bed, all the way to her butt where it finally stopped. It was an untamed mess of hair that fell every which way. Her eyebrows bolded and her lashes became thicker as well, both as black as everything else.
Her now triangular ears waded through the sea of hair to the very top right and left sides of her head. They seemed to almost collect hair along their journey, becoming more furry as they reached the top until the rested as a pair of clearly fuzzy fox ears. They were huge, sticking nearly a foot in height off her head. Grey tuffs poked out from the cavities of the ears and Ahri’s hearing sky rocketed to new forms of clarity. She could hear every shifting element of her body, bones moving, the sponginess of her dick fading as it now reached a limping, feeble state. She could even hear Will finishing up his shower on the other side of the house.
Ahri became captivated once again by the image of Will, though her sexual hunger for him felt far different than before. This feral magic within her was driving her mad. Yet, she felt no qualms about her feelings, this was just how she was now. She was more than any simple animal or human. She was an ancient, powerful magic given beautiful, physical form!
Three cuts appeared on each of Ahri’s cheeks running parallel to each other, appearing like whiskers. Blood trickled down from the fresh wounds. Some of the blood trickled into her open mouth and her potent taste buds frolicked at the taste of her electrifying blood that was charged by the pure energies that now ran through her bloodstream. The wounds on her cheeks quickly scarred, leaving the marks permanently on display, a testament to her new fox-lady status.
The spirit fox quickly shoved all but it’s body below the hips down Ahri’s throat. It was the most intense motion yet, forcing the fox woman’s body to recoil. Her dick unloaded the last remnants of male seed she had left, her penis a small nub at this point. A wet, slit began to peel open between Ahri’s legs as her balls flattened completely against her body, fading into nothingness. A great reshuffling of reproductive organs was taking place within the woman’s guts and she anticipated the end result. Her body was finally catching up to her motherly mind. She was a woman now, mother to the tasty Will, and what was a mother without her womb? She felt a cavernous space expand within her and felt as if a huge clogging of air was being pushed towards the open lips between her legs. A backdraft traveled towards the entrance and came shooting outward, Ahri moaning and drooling. The fresh lips of the woman’s new vagina quivered and leaked fresh fluids. A tidal wave of indescribable pleasure—indescribable as she had never felt anything like it before as a man—threw her body out of sorts more than even the painful transformation.
The spirit fox’s body was now ready to leap fully into Ahri, but before it’s departure it sent a parting gift towards Ahri’s tailbone. The fox’s own tail touched it, detached, and slithered its way into Ahri’s body just above her luscious, full, pear-shaped bottom. Not even a second later white, fuzzy nubs began to pierce through the skin, 9 in all, and grew at an alarming rate. They emerged from her body like the heads of a white hydra, firing off in all directions. The longer they grew, the more they puffed out and and the hair collected in thicker strands—the fur finding a shape and length to rival that of the finest fur coats. They were magnificent, nine massive tails that were close to Ahri’s own height, rising up like tendrils towards the ceiling, as if reaching for the heavens beyond it, wriggling excitedly in thanks to whatever god might exist there.
Thank you for this blessing, oh powerful magic. Ahri thought, unable to declare it in her own voice as the final piece of the fox spirit finished burrowing its way into her.
Tails fully grown, they came crashing down as one into a soft embrace of their new owner. They covered Ahri like a blanket as she let out a triumphant wail of pleasure, rocking from her first orgasm in her new body. The tails felt nice against her soaked flesh, the fur absorbing the sweat of her ordeal. They were like towels wiping down her body after a long workout. And as the exhaustion gave way to relief, the tails became her ferryman to a much needed sleep. But, just as her eyes were about to close the book on this wonderful moment, a smoldering explosion of magic went off inside her new womb.
“Gah! Oh fuck!” Ahri screamed in agonizing, bewildering ecstasy. It was like all the energy that had been planted within her, desperately needed a way out. Clarity of her situation came to her swiftly, signified by her pupils being stained a bright gold—a whirlpool of melted gold with the power to suck in the gaze of any nearby. Her first act as a mother was coming, she needed to give birth…
…to an orb of her own.
She always knew of childbirth being painful, and indeed it was. And yet, there was much pride in what was happening to her. She couldn’t help but feel overjoyed, and her body seemed to respond to that. Pain became pleasure and pleasure became pain. It was all a beautiful assault trembling outward from the abyss of her womb that was being filled by a large, growing marble. This marble, this orb contained everything she now was or ever would be, her soul born anew. It also held the seeds to something more, something lost to her that she never had the chance to experience. What this was yet she couldn’t quite comprehend.
Carried forth by piercing moans and flexing muscle, the magic orb incubated inside her womb, growing at an alarming rate. Her foxy honey trickled constantly out from her folds as part of the orb began to crown, already filling her up completely. And yet it grew larger, stretching her dangerously beyond her limits that her body needed to compensate somehow. She fiercely rubbed her pregnant belly as if she were polishing the head of a large penis, the feeling stimulating to her, while she felt a vibration rattling in her lower abdomen. It felt as if she was about to snap in two between her hips.
She hugged tight her belly as she felt the vibrations become an earthquake that destroyed the middle of her pelvis. Cracking bone and squelching sinew tickled Ahri’s sensitive ears like fine classical music, the intricacies bringing about different thoughts as to possibilities coming about from this next drastic change. Her hips were widening further, her ass perking up more, her lower body shifting to accommodating the ridiculously large orb she was birthing. Thankfully, it didn’t take long for her body to finish it’s adjustments—Ahri wanted this over with, the ordeal becoming too much for even her to bare. Even curvier than before and rocking a mole hill of a stomach, Ahri pushed; she pushed with all her might, tears of straining joy crawling down her face.
“Hggh, AAAAGGH!!!!”
The scream was deafening. It was so loud that Will heard it clear as day from the other side of the house as he was getting out of the shower. Unsurprisingly, his immediate worry went to Caz.
But Caz would have told him not to worry. No, what was happening to her was beautiful, was right, was meant to be! She had finally achieved motherhood and experienced first hand the most precious of moments. It was not a child she had bore in the traditional sense, yet, she could feel the inklings of such a connection to the orb now slippery with afterbirth that she caressed upon the wet bed.
Ahri’s keen ears picked up on the pitter patter of Will’s worried steps coming right for her. She knew he’d be understandably shocked, but she also knew he’d come around. The orb assured her of this, some resonate force craving Will himself. She couldn’t ignore it, it was almost like a motherly instinct. She considered Will her offspring. At least, that is what she desired, and it felt like orb desired it too.
This craving was represented by an excess buildup of energy that Ahri simply couldn’t hold onto. She was losing control fast of her powers. Her current body couldn’t handle the full breadth of them. Perhaps this is where Will came in. Yes, it all made sense now… Will would be perfect!
He was taking longer than expected though, and Ahri’s carnal desires were growing stronger by the second. It was becoming hard to hold back her urges, her hunger growing more bestial towards Will. She had to persist though!
“Caz!” Will called out in concern as he flung open the door. His gentle yet concerned voice enough to make Ahri shiver in a minor orgasm.
“H-H-Ohh! Will.”
Will, upon seeing the site of a rapturous, sweaty beauty in his bed where he expected Caz to be, had to take a moment to fully process things—wondering if he even could, were those fox tails?
“What!? Who-where is, where is Caz!? Caz!?” Will panicked, dizzy from the confusing sight and heart-quickening worry besetting him. His eyes shuffled about the room a bit before becoming fixed on those of the mysterious tailed woman before him. A decision he would regret as he was immediately paralyzed by her gaze.
Ahri had worked her magic to seize control of Will’s senses in equal hopes to calm him down and to make him easy prey for what came next. She wasn’t sure at this point what would win out, her hunger for a meal or her hunger for companionship. Either way, Will was her target and her magical allure, her weapon.
Ahri’s charm, activated by eye-contact through her piercing gaze, brought Will to a quick, cold sweat. His heart rate rose even higher, though no longer out of fear and concern over what happened to Caz, but out of nervous, schoolboy lust. He began to lose sight of why he had rushed to the room in the first place, his thoughts captivated by the ridiculous, sightly beauty posing in front of him as if for an erotic painting, beckoning him to the bed with her playful fingers. A giant orb slowly hovered around her and began hypnotically prancing from fox tail to fox tail—nine fuzzy, cozy, welcoming tails.
“Come to me Will my love.” Ahri seductively commanded. “Don’t you wish to feel what your beloved Caz has become?”
The utterance of Caz’s name snapped Will from his trance as he found himself halfway crawled onto the bed. He couldn’t believe he let this demon take hold of him. Caz was his true love, a love he would never allow to be called into question by such trickery. This tailed harlot, how dare she claim to be the one he loved!
Will, in a fit of rage, pinned down the woman onto the bed harshly by her shoulders and demanded that she tell him where Caz was. She looked shocked and she was, but not shocked by Will’s attack though, but by his breaking free of her magnetic charms. It felt like a dash to her pride. She couldn’t allow such an act of defiance.
“How cute.” Ahri said, with malice in her voice. Her aggravation was starting to take hold. Her glare immediately seized Will’s mind even fiercer than before, hypnotizing him yet again. As he succumbed to her charms, he muttered out Caz’s name, his confusion battling against lust. He was doing his best to fight the good fight, though unfortunately his body calmed down just enough to fall gently into his seductresses’ embrace. Her hands were mannered like that of a predator ready to strike.
And she did.
Ahri dragged her clawed, bony fingers down Will’s back. He began struggling against the fox woman’s embrace, only making the cuts run deeper, some of his flesh falling like ribbons. They were the finely sharpened nails of a hunter who had only one thing on her mind, one prey that she currently sought above all else, her loving man Will. Though he resisted her initial charms, there was no way for him to fight off the paralyzing effect the magic held over his body, his movements becoming feeble budges and kicks. The ancient energies at work were putting him into a lull, bringing his body to a state of relaxation so Ahri’s work could be done.
“Oh Will honey, please do not worry”, Ahri said with a giggle. “I know things are a bit… shocking for you right now. But it will come to pass. I’ll make things right, no, better than they were before!”
An insatiable expression crossed the fox girl’s face, her pupils flickering in-and-out of their pink-rimmed tint. Her hunger for her man, her rising lust, her sadistic fetishes running wild out of control unabated by any form of human restraint, all of this brought about an awakening. She really needed to release this magic as it was starting to completely consume all reason, her mind close to being driven by pure hunger. Not even Will would be safe if she didn’t hurry.
Ahri regained enough of her composure to hold back, but she knew she had some tough love to dish out. There was no way Will was getting off easy for defying her charms. It was insulting. She may be a monster, but she was also Will’s lover, how dare he resist her after she had finally been made whole. She had to make this quick, lest she lose Will to her own anger.
“It’s time Will.” Ahri spoke with a snarl, her nine tails puffing in intensity. Her fierce gaze brought Will’s resolve to it’s knees. “We can finally be what we’ve always wished to be.”
As soon as she finished, the quivering Will felt her nails puncture his back. Each lance-like digit pierced deep into his back below his shoulder blades, right into the soft muscle. Blood, which had already been trickling down from the cuts made before, began pooling out from Will’s back onto the bed. Will shrieked in pain, bringing a smile to the face of Ahri.
“You scream as beautifully as you moan my dear!”
Ahri then used her fangs to bite hard into the jugular of Will like a vampire. His screams deafened as he reached a numbing state of shock. Also, he could feel an intense energy rippling through his body from the puncture points like a raging tide. This energy was warm and flustering, killing the pain some, but not entirely—mixing together into a swirling rush of confusing euphoria. Where did the pain and pleasure begin? Will couldn’t tell. He was a slave to the magical energies being poured into him, his mind being wisped away to a foggy, dreamlike perception. Everything slowed down for him, his body feeling like it was levitating in mid-air and the only contact with the outside being the claws and fangs inside him.
As some of the overloading magic within Ahri began to transfer over to Will, it felt like a great relief. Slowly she began to calm down, a blush crossing her face as she felt more connected to Will than ever before. She was tuning into his life force through the transfer of her own into him. It was intoxicating being that close to someone’s soul. She pressed her body against Will’s while she continued to suckle on his neck and wriggle her fingers inside him. Her cushiony breasts and heavenly thighs pressed and rubbed against her shivering man.
Slowly, but surely Will felt Ahri’s body more clearly against his own. It felt much more loving now the way she embraced him, her position very similar to how Caz would sometimes lay on him while kissing his neck. That is right, this was Caz, his mind no longer questioning it. Will had been caught off guard and everything had escalated so quickly he had almost forgotten that this creature was now Caz. It was as if this sudden realization brought back a certain reassurance to his mind, which was swirling in a fit of confusing pleasure that only continued to grow. He was being eased into things. The longer Ahri, no Caz, embraced him, the more he could feel the loving mama and former man he knew calling out to him. It was as if their minds were melding together, their thoughts reaching out over a great chasm towards each other.
Will muttered Caz’s name, his screams and grunts turning into frustrated moans. Ahri’s thoughts were prodding his mind, promising him something more, a greater love than they ever had before. Caz always being the parental one to him, Will was more than happy to oblige and trust his mama’s judgment. Ahri had waited for this moment, for Will to accept his fate bestowed upon him by her. She let loose as much excess energy as she could, sending him over the edge, his dick hardening, nipples going erect, drool pouring out the sides of his mouth. Never before had he felt such pleasure. Never before had he felt so at one with his love.
“Uhn, C-Caz! It is you!” Will cried out, letting the sensations take him, submitting his mind to Ahri’s influence.
Suddenly, and very rapidly, Will’s body began to change. His already effeminate features began to become much more pronounced. Fingers were made more delicate, feet too, his lean, sensual limbs becoming smoother and more alluring in their shape. His shoulders then sloped downward, and his back arched into a finer lower curve. His pelvis cracked as his thickening hips widened to about shoulder length, creating a lovely gap between his now bloating thighs. His body shrunk a little in size and his core caved in greatly, almost elongating a bit, creating a foxy, feminine shape to his body, much to the delight of Ahri.
She felt Will’s legs become slightly fatter, her own thighs grinding slowly against the pulsating limbs. Despite gaining some extra girth, they still retained Will’s signature slim build. His butt swelled with fat as well, the mounds reaching close to the same size of Ahri’s own booty. She released one of her hands and gripped and groped at the growing padding of ass-flesh, satisfied by her daughter’s budding beauty—she always was a butt-lover.
Will squirmed in delight at her mama’s touch, feeling her fingers venture into her butt hole. She ventured deep with her digits, her claws stimulating the sensitive walls of his anal cavity. This brought out the best moans yet from Will according to Ahri, as she pulled her fangs out from her love’s neck. The last hand inside Will’s backside was released, Ahri having transferred all the energy she needed. Her intent was already made clear to Will through their mind meld from earlier. He was more than happy with her decision. It wouldn’t be long now before they could be the family they were always meant to be, mother and daughter.
As the glowing orb hovering above the tails of Ahri increased in intensity, the blood that had pooled onto the bed from Will’s wounds, staining the sheets and grinding bodies, began to pull back into the punctures in his back. His own eyes glowed with a pink illumination similar to that of Ahri’s, the same energy coursing through her veins being unleashed inside of him. Once all the blood reentered him, his wounds magically closed. With it came a euphoric rise in Will’s demeanor, joy spilling out from every thought, moan, and ejaculation from his excited cock, which was being rammed into hard and pressed tightly by Ahri’s knee and upper thigh.
“Now you understand Will my love! We were always meant to be a part of a whole, neither of us can exist without the other.” Ahri passionately declared. Will’s responding cries of joy showed no signs of protest. “I am your mother, and you sweetie, are my daughter. Let it out my love, let your magic run wild. Become my daughter!”
Through his fits of pleasure Will mustered the words, “Y-Yes, I will! I will mama!”
His joyful declaration reverberated like celebratory bells in Ahri’s ears. She hugged her daughter tight and feasted on her mouth with a deep kiss. Her hunger for what was to come brought a tidal wave of saliva spilling into his mouth. Ahri lapped at the underside of her love’s tongue, the taste of the intermixing fluids irresistible to her. The more Will erotically submitted to his new mother, the more his body changed into the daughter of their joint desires. They were mentally linked now by an ancient magical heritage that had poisoned their human souls. There was no going back, nor did they wish to. This was their fantasy become reality.
Will let his body mold itself into the proper image of Ahri’s daughter, an Ahri himself so to speak. A similar likeness built itself upon his face to that of his mother, just more youthful, rounded, and innocent looking. His chest, teased by the bosom of Ahri squashed against it, began to inflate with soft, fatty tissue, rushing to match the beautiful shape and structure of it’s mother tits. Both sets of erect nipples felt like lightning rods atop two fleshy hills jousting for position. Sexual sparks rippled through their bodies each time a breast forced an opposing one out of alignment, nipples flicking against each other. Bigger and bigger Will’s chest expanded, looking rather large compared to his slim stature. As if Ahri’s own breasts knew this, they squashed in a manner that halted the push of Will’s tits upon her’s. Their growth immediately ceased, a few sizes under the mom’s tits, perfect for a daughter not wishing to upstage her parent. Both pairs of breast though were unmistakably gorgeous and displayed like prime shaped objects of affection off each body.
Ahri would not let go of her kiss or embrace, not until the changes stopped. She could feel Will’s dick pulling inside him. She sent a hand down south to encourage its departure. The dick had become so small now that it was more efficient for Ahri to simply stimulate it between two of her fingers. She slid both fingers, one on each side, up and down the length of the pitiful cock, small remaining remnants of cum spilling out. Her claws tickled the smoothing space forming where Will’s balls had disappeared, sucked into his body to reform as a womb that every woman should have. As the head of the cock flattened against the now barren space, Will felt the slit like opening of his cock peel open wider and longer, slowly opening into a great, tightly closed pair of lips. Ahri’s hands wasted no time penetrating the newly emerging pussy. The fox demon’s sharp claws seemed to almost part the fleshy walls widening into a cavern within Will, as if creating the hole herself.
Crying out her mother’s name—the name Ahri now replacing that of Caz in her mind—Will let her body relax and fall prey to her mom’s touch. She worked Will beautifully, bringing her higher and higher towards the peak of ecstasy. As Will’s libido climbed this mountain, she could feel two lumps trying to force their way out of her lower back above her butt, as well as her ears tugging outward from her head at an upward angle. She knew that if she could reach the height of this wonderful moment, that she would be truly reborn as Ahri’s daughter, her body would match that of her mother.
Ahri knew exactly what Will was thinking and helped her along by forcing two of her nine tails up her daughter’s asshole. This made Will go wide-eyed with surprise, but more importantly extreme pleasure. Ahri always knew how to play with Will’s ass just right, and despite now having a pussy it made sense that it would be the quickest way to making her cum. The two heads of her mother’s tails thrust back and forth like a cock inside her, the fur brushing her walls in a bizarre, enticing manner. They tickled the sensitive walls of her anal cavity to perfection, bringing her closer and closer to climax.
Tears of joy trickled from Will’s sparkling, captivating eyes. Her body tensed and she could feel a pleasant warmth rolling like a wave across her entire being. It was like no other pleasure she had ever felt, and she drowned in it. Her mind went blank as her ears slid and violently perked upwards on her head and reformed into furry, fox-like ears that matched the raven black hair that had formed in the likeness of Ahri.
Will cried out for her mama like a newborn—much she was at this point—and mama Ahri answered by hugging her daughter tight, pressing her bosom to her trembling face. It calmed Will’s nerves, her mind finally settling into its role as new instincts and affection for Ahri took hold. Being so close to mama like this made her feel secure and safe, exactly what she needed right now as the pressure of two tails pushing from under the skin above her butt had her wincing in pain. Ahri assured her it would be alright, that she was almost done.
They began to emerge, swirling out of her body. She nearly bit her lip, but Ahri grabbed hold of her cheeks and held her stare close to her daughter’s face, gazing into her eyes. As the two fox tails began to fluff up and take form, Ahri stroked one of them and laid Will down gently onto the bed while holding her loving gaze. Will watched in anticipation as she saw her mama’s lips pursing and anxious to open—what heavenly words would breach that beautiful mouth.
“You are so beautiful my daughter… my eternal love… my Willa.”
Willa, she had been given her new name! Tears flooded her eyes and she smiled. It was the perfect name from a perfect mother. She wished to thank Ahri, but before she could muster the strength, the thirsty succubus positioned her offspring on her side and lifted and held one of her legs. Willa’s excited body seemed to know of what was coming before her mind even could, her surprise turning to shock as Ahri’s warm pussy pressed against her own.
The sudden grinding came fierce, causing both women to shudder as if exhaustion had hit them already. The magic energies flowing through their bodies mingled with each other through kissing pussy lips and seemed to heighten the feelings of pleasure. These bodies were definitely made for fucking and fuck they did, Willa sliding on the bed from the ferocious movements of Ahri slamming her pelvis into her. Their joint ecstasy built, their moans rising like the swell of an opera until both voices mixed into a perfect howl of shared love. These two beings were inseparable, their minds and hearts perfectly aligned as their bodies gave in to their seizure inducing consummation.
As their soaked slits continued to smooch, Ahri fell light as a feather on top of Willa, her daughter catching her in an embrace. Willa’s two tails coiled around some of Ahri’s as the two basked in their afterglow, the musky scent of their bodies the most beautiful scent imaginable for both—like the scent of a mate. Ahri’s nine tails closed around the two of them, creating a caved space. The heat still radiating from their bodies warmed up the space like a sauna and the two fell half asleep in each other’s arms.
They were two peas in a pod, two foxes in a den—Mother and daughter as they had always dreamed.
***
Another night, another filling outing for Ahri and Willa. Their bodies danced under the neon lights lining the back alleys of their city’s street of liquored up establishments. The bars made for easy prey for the two hungry succubus fox-women. To see the stumbling stupor-folk meander towards them while under their charms as they beckoned them into shaded one ways away from the public, why there was no greater feeling. They were wild, carnal, insatiable, driven by hunger. And Ahri and Willa were always near starvation when night came around.
So they danced, danced the dance of the hunt. It was a dance so invigorating for them they couldn’t help but scream out to the music of their slapping bodies and slick movements as they rode the cock of their victims or felt their penetrative stabs within every orifice. They were never far from each other, Ahri and Willa passionately touching each other during their feeding. That was the best part for them, feeling each other’s energies grow excited along with their bodies as they finished off their prey together as a family—Mother and Daughter so very much alike in looks and taste as Ahri would often say.
Ahri could feel her prey’s tongue wavering inside her pussy, its movements waning and his grip to her thighs lessening. She was locked in a kiss with Willa and groping at her tits as her daughter hopped up and down, riding a nice fat cock. It was softening though, the last bit of sperm leaving it’s home and spilling into Willa’s womb, feeding the mystical energies running rampant within her. Both had had their fill and relished in each other’s bodies as they felt the life force fading from their victim and adding to their own. It was intoxicating candy for the soul, an electric rush of static that prickled the skin and sent chills up the spine and caused the brain to throb.
Both women hugged each other and climaxed in unison as they often did. Theirs was a shared energy, the one that had birthed Willa and the same that had transformed Ahri. They lived by the same strange magic, a magic they still could not understand.
They both got dressed and hid their foxier attributes on their body through use of their magic—a neat trick they had developed—and were ready to leave for home, until Willa stared down at the lifeless corpse below their feet and asked, “Mama, what do you think will happen if people ever discover, well, what we are?” Ahri gave a perplexed look. “I always worry that—”
Her mother silenced her with a kiss.
“Do not worry my love, I doubt that ever happens. We deserve to live and love just as any other creature on this planet. I certainly don’t know if we hold a purpose in this world, but that doesn’t matter.”
Willa hugged Ahri tight with a smile as her mama continued.
“As long as we have each other, that's all that truly matters. We are each other’s reason for being. That will never change sweetie. Let’s just live and let the rest decide itself. Lets live and love.”
One might say they were cursed by the same strange magic that had birthed the first fox woman all those years ago. Alone, it may very well have been a cursed existence. But this Ahri wasn’t alone and could more freely be herself outside of her meals. She and her daughter had no misconceptions about who they were, sexual beasts who fed on humans, but also so much more. To live satisfactory lives like any other creature, that was all they wished.
No matter the uncertainty of their existence, no matter how inhuman they seemed now, they would always have each other and live for each other. The long ago dream for freedom and family the first Ahri held, was finally realized through her heirs. And a happy, well fed, family they were.
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