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Fox's Tail

By Mistresschange

*Ding-ding* the small bell above the curtain covered windowed door rang out as David entered the shop. The door closed behind him with a clatter, causing the same bell to ring out again. He stood there looking around the dusty old shop he now found himself in. The place looked like it had been built in the early 1900s. The wallpaper was faded but still intact and the wooden floors looked worn from generations of footsteps. The smoked windows at the front barely let any light in from outside and the only other light source came from an old dim incandescent bulb that hung from a wire in the middle of the ceiling. The whole place smelt musty and notes of dust hung in the air, kicked up from the momentary wind let in by the open door.

David could have sworn there used to be a coffee shop here yesterday, he walked past it every day on his way to work. His curiosity had been roused by the fact that a modern coffee shop could just up and be replaced in a day and by a store that looked older than the town itself. Hence, he entered to check it out.

There were no one else in the shop as far as he could tell; in fact it was deserted. No one greeted him when he entered either, which he found particularly strange. While there were no people anywhere to be found, the shop was far from empty. An amazing collection of every sort of antique and bauble cluttered the spaces near the walls and piled in the center of the shop. A ring of free space allowed customers to navigate the piles. It looked more like a dusty attic than a storefront.

"Hello? Anyone here?" David asked the empty store. No reply. He shrugged and decided to browse; he was here, might as well have a look. Traveling around the empty spaces between everything, his gaze passed the unorganized piles of this and that. Everything in the shop was layered with a coat of dust and cobwebs that probably shouldn't have been there considering how short a time the store had seemed to exist. Very strange indeed.

He shuffled his way back to the front desk adjacent to the entrance. It was the only thing in the store clear of dust. The old-timey register, however, sat covered in cobwebs. David was just about to leave when the dim bulb hanging from the ceiling flickered, causing him to turn his head instinctually.

What he saw next piqued his interest. The wooden display placed on a table in the center of the room especially caught his eye. It was placed right under the light and between the two wooden beams supporting the ceiling. It was four feet long, two feet high, and two feet deep. It had four different rows, one descending after the other so the objects displayed could all be seen equally. Its sides were decorated with oil painted tarot imagery, faded from both time itself and a film of dust.

The objects displayed were vertically long, slim paper slips, all propped up at attention along each of the rows. David took a few steps toward the display to get a better look. They were all different colors and all of them had two words inscribed on the front near the top in golden ink. David squinted at each package, trying to read them in the dim light. It seemed like the first word on each envelope was that of an animal. The second word was that of a certain part of that animal's body. He began mumbling them out loud to himself.

Wolf's fang, lion's mane, cheetah's spots, rabbit's foot, mink's fur. Every single package was like that. David picked up the grey one that said: wolfs fang. There was something inside the envelope; it was rigid and budged ever so slightly in the middle along the length. He opened the triangular fold that kept the top closed and squeezed the sides to create a larger opening. Peering inside, he saw several grey sticks made of some rough-looking material. A scent of chocolaty smores hit his nose and he reeled back a bit.

"Ooh, incense." He said to himself, pleasantly surprised. The others must be packets of incense too. David closed the pack of wolfs fang and put it back where he found it. His curiosity growing, David picked up another that read: boars tusk and put the envelope to his nose, inhaling. It smelt like cedar and berries. "Hmm" David hummed to himself in enjoyment.

David began going through the various packets, picking one up after the other, giving them a sniff. He picked up an orange one that read: foxes tail. Bringing it to his nose he took a whiff.

"Mmmm" he hummed once again. The scent was a wonderful blend of pumpkin and cinnamon. It reminded him of fall, his favorite season. He had plenty of incense at home, they made his section of the house always smell great. But he had never smelled anything like this before. He considered buying it.

"Finding everything alright deary?" A raspy voice spoke behind him, startling him. David let out a small shout in surprise and spun around, almost falling over. Now, behind the counter was a hooded figure, cloaked in the shadows untouched by the megar light bulb. David calmed rather quickly, feeling a little embarrassed, figuring it was just the store owner.

"Oh sorry, I didn't know you were there." The figure titled its hooded head in response. David wasn't able to see the person's face, she had to be female evident by the breasts tenting her shawl but any other features weren't visible. David broke the awkward silence. "Uh, so, what happened to the 'Cup-o-Coff' that was here? I swear it was here yesterday, I walk past it every day. Do you know if it closed? Cause I've heard nothing around town." The figure replied to him in her raspy voice. It sounded as if she was purring while she talked.

"Not closed, changed." She replied simply. "Made new, as you will be."

David raised an eyebrow. "Uh...ok." He was unsure what she meant by that or how to respond. "Well, I think I'd like to buy these." He lifted the orange envelope. "How much?"

The figure crossed her arms below her breasts. "For you? Free of charge." She replied, deadpan. David looked at her suspiciously.

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Of course." She paused before continuing. Her tone more toying with him now as if she enjoyed giving her merchandise away for free. "For this time it's free. I'm sure you'll be back for more." She gave David a raspy chuckle and leaned down on the desk with her folded arms. David still had trouble seeing her face. He chuckled back nervously.

"Ok then, well thanks." He thanked her with some confusion. "I'm sure I'll be back. It smells pretty good."He reached back to scratch his neck nervously. There was another awkward silence. "Alright I have to get home, have a good day!" he turned for the door looking back only for a moment. He thought he saw her face for a moment in the dim light. It looked...like it was pressing out from her head, with a big flat nose and...whiskers? Like a cat?

David stopped and looked back to the desk, but the woman was nowhere to be seen. She just disappeared, much like the coffee shop. "Hmmm." He hummed to himself. He stopped again at the feeling of something touching his pant legs. He looked down to see three cats circling him, rubbing up against him.

"hey there kitties." He said friendly. He bent down to pet them and they responded to him affectionately, stroking up against his hands. David forgot all about the woman at the counter. After petting them for a little while he stood up straight again. "Alright kitties, I gotta go." Stepping carefully over the cats he headed for the door, opening it with a *ding-ding*. Once outside David headed home, the door clasping shut behind him.

That night David did what he always did on a Friday night: sit in his room and play video games on his computer by his lonesome while drinking beers. His father would be upstairs watching movies by himself. His girlfriend was working tonight and would be back in the morning so he had nothing else to do till bed. David was twenty-five and he and his dad both shared the home while he saved up for his own place; typical of people David's age. The way the housing market was these days made it very hard to own a home early in life.

It was getting late and David was already past his limit of drinks. He drunkenly closed the game he was playing and got up from his chair, nearly tumbling over. He noticed the orange envelope of incense he grabbed earlier that day. The thought of having a nice scent fill the air of his room while he lay on his bed watching movies till he passed out sounded very enticing to him. He pulled one of the rough orange sticks from the envelope and stuck it into his trusty wooded burner, lighting it with a match.

After blowing the initial flame out, the end embered and started smoking. David wafted his hand through the smoke, enjoying the smell. It made him feel even better in his inebriated state, making him feel warm. Clicking through a streaming service on his computer he picked some old favorite of his and jumped onto his bed. The drunken boy only lasted about twenty minutes before passing out in his sweatpants and t-shirt. Unbeknownst to him, the smoke coming from the stick had intensified and the slim stream had turned into a steady plume. David's room began filling with orange-tinged white smoke; not that he would notice in his state of unconsciousness. The smoke was practically bursting out; yet the incense was burning down at a snail's pace, almost like it wasn't burning at all.

An hour had passed and David's room was now nothing but a cloud of pumpkin spice scented smoke. If he was awake he wouldn't have been able to see two feet in front of his face and while he was still asleep on the bed, he definitely wasn't the same David he was an hour ago, in fact, he wasn't a 'he' at all anymore!

The room itself could no longer contain all the smoke and the seemingly endless incense had been burning as strong as ever. It was no surprise that the lovely smelling fog had begun pushing its way through the cracks in David's doorframe and up through the air duct above his bed.

The smoky tendrils made their way through the living room vent, right next to where David's dad, Jeremy, was watching the end of his movie. The fifty-five-year-old man was tired and hoping to get a good night's sleep after the action flick was done, looking forward to sleeping in the next morning.

The smoke from downstairs began to force itself up through the living room vent now. If Jeremy turned his head to the right, away from his movie, he would see the orangeish white mist gushing forth.

He sniffed the air, noticing a scent that wasn't there before. It smelled like a blend of pumpkin and cinnamon, kind of like the cookies his girlfriend made around Halloween. David must be using some of that scent stuff again, he thought to himself. David did tend to forget to close the vent to his room from time to time. He took another sniff.

"Mmmm." He hummed to himself. That smelt rather good, he'd have to ask David for some of that for upstairs tomorrow. He was starting to feel pleasantly warm all of the sudden, like a blanket had been placed over him. He lifted his head and sniffed the air some more, completely distracted from his movie. He shifted from the couch and looked around, still sniffing the spicy air.

It was now that Jeremy noticed the swirling cloud forming near the vent to his right. He stood up from his seat and took a couple of steps toward the mist, stopping next to it. He watched as the smoke billowed out of the duct. "Jesus, how much of that stuff is he using?"

Just then, a jet of smoke surged up nearly engulfing the man. He inhaled sharply, bringing on a coughing fit from the copious amounts of smoke. When he was done coughing up the sweet-smelling fog he felt a bit disoriented. He held onto the side of the couch to catch his bearings. As much as he liked the smell, this was getting ridiculous.

He made his way across the living room, intending to head downstairs to tell David to cut it out, but stopped halfway across the room. A sudden strange feeling came over him. The warmth he felt earlier was back in force and it was causing him to sweat. He huffed at a new sensation stirring in his loins. Looking down he saw and felt a tent in his pajama pants. That's when a crushing wave of arousal hit him. He gasped and in his light-headed state, instinctively reaching down to stroke the outline of the erect cock in his pants.

The fog of smoke had crept further around the room now, obscuring the floor. Jeremy took in another breath, reveling in the wondrous sweet scent. He reached into his pants and past his briefs to take hold of his rock hard cock, slowly stroking it. Chastising David could wait. He had something more important to take care of.

Without taking his hand off his dick, Jeremy took some steps back to the couch and let himself fall back onto it. He pulled his pants down with one hand and kicked them off. He stroked himself faster and stuck a finger in his mouth, sucking it, taking in another beautiful breath of haze.

His head was spinning and he felt so incredibly aroused. It was like he was drunk or stoned, or maybe both? Jeremy just kept on stroking his cock, feeling a tingling all over his body. Patches of his skin started sprouting coarse orange hairs; he watched them as they spread slowly in all directions over himself. He could feel the bones in his face push forward slowly too, creaking as his mouth and nose began their forward growth.

The waistband of his white cotton briefs was tucked down under his balls so he could get unrestrained access to his throbbing cock. He had never felt this horny before in his life. He stroked furiously while he sucked two fingers with his elongated face. He could feel the fat of his beer belly reform, melting from its place and resting in his hips, ass, thighs, and chest; his chest already beginning its own changes.

He looked down to see he had breasts now. Only B cups but breasts none the less. He knew now that the smoke was changing him but he no longer cared, rather, he made a point to take in another deep breath, loving its scent and loving these new changes.

His hands left his cock and mouth so he could pull his t-shirt over his head, throwing it on to the floor, unsettling the orangeish fog in plumes as it hit the floor. His hand went right back to his cock, while the other went to his new tits, kneading and pinching the sensitive nipples while watching a coat of white fur spread up his torso.

He moaned at the new sensation; however, his voice no longer held the deep baritone of a man. A new higher, softer, feminine voice escaped his lips, and he liked it. He moaned some more, turning himself on even further with his own voice. His nose had turned black and had pushed out with his forming muzzle. He felt his ears creep up the side of his fur-covered head, through the new long black luscious hair that now hung down to his shoulder blades.

The next to shift was his bones. Hips popping as they widened, frame creaking and snapping as it shortened and slimmed, giving him a new curvy, womanly shape his girlfriend would have killed for. It was his body though, and he loved his new body. He took another deep breath; his new fox nose could smell his own arousal mixing with the scent of the smoke. He was on the verge of losing it completely.

He felt a pressure in his briefs, just above his ass. He shifted to one side just in time for a big bushy fox tail to explode out from under him. He gave a girly giggle at the new appendage and swished it back and forth across the couch. Of course he would have a tail; he was a fox, no...She was a vixen. She fully accepted her new changes, only looking forward to the transformations ahead.

Her hands and feet had reshaped, now covered in a black glove patterned fur and had blackened canine nails like a fox had. Her hands and fingers had become daintier which made her average-sized cock feel a lot bigger to her. She let out another giggle at the thought of her womanly hands wrapping around the huge cock of a fox guy. She licked her lips at the image, her long, slim vulpine tongue running over her pointed muzzle and sharp predator teeth. "Mmmm." She hummed.

Her whole body was covered in fur now and anyone would have to admit, she looked ravishing for a fox lady. Her now bigger, double D tits jiggled as she jacked herself off. She felt her balls begin to tighten, and rather than the pain she should have rightly felt, a surge of pleasurable sensations filled her groin as her testes were slowly pulled inside her. Her male parts were finally about to match her new body.

She couldn't help but moan as her scrotal skin followed suit, stretching and changing within her, becoming her new female reproductive organs. A mass inside her shifted and she could tell instinctively that her balls were shrinking, becoming ovaries. Her womb took shape as well while the new entrance between her legs widened vertically, forming her new pussy lips.

Jeremy was so pleased with herself. She was practically drooling while she furiously stroked her cock, which to her surprise hadn't shrunk as she expected it to. Her free hand slid down to her new nether lips, feeling the flush and sensitive flesh, coaxing a whorish moan from her lips. She was so close to cumming now, sliding her furry fingers through her wet slit, adding to the mounting pleasure. Her moans intensified. Minutes ago she was a middle-aged man, and now, she was a voluptuous fox lady with a 5-inch cock. She wouldn't have it any other way.

A pressure built in her groin area and her legs tensed. With a blissful cry to the heavens, she came unlike she had ever before. Hot white ropes of jizz flew from her lady dick, landing on her tits and stomach.

With every spurt of cum leaving her body, her cock got a little smaller, shrinking down into the top of her pussy folds. She looked down again, mid-climax to watch it as it shrank, twitch by twitch. She reveled in the feeling of losing the last of her manhood, finally becoming what she now desired to be, female.

As her rapturous orgasm abided, the last of her cock disappeared. It shriveled down to a sensitive nub, settling in the hood at the top of her pussy that was once her foreskin, becoming her new clit. She panted while her fingers felt her new equipment, letting out a gasp whenever they hit her little bean. She was more than satisfied with herself, for she had fully achieved womanhood.

With a sigh of relief, she pushed her new foxy form from the couch, standing up straight. The white briefs she had been wearing dropped from her hips and she stepped out of them. Two orange fingers scooped up one of the bigger spots of cum on her tit fur and brought it to her mouth, sucking it off and savoring the flavor.

A thought spurred into her mind as she suckled her own cum. If the smoke could turn her into this, then her son should most likely be feeling the same effects right? She took another deep breath of smoke. Such a delightful smell. She started toward the stairs. She wished to meet her new daughter.

David woke with a gasp. He coughed a few times, the sweet-spicy smoke immediately overwhelming him. The screen of his computer was still on, however, there was so much smoke in his room now it was unwatchable, blurring the picture but still lighting up the darkness. The light from the screen reacted with the smoke that choked the air, making the room seem more illuminated than it was.

David sat up and rubbed his eyes, his head was swimming and he felt groggy. He thought it must be all the beer still in his system, maybe he was still drunk? He turned his head to check the time from his digital clock, but with all the smoke it was impossible. The display was far too distorted to read, a little more than an orange glow.

"Whoa, how much does that thing burn?" he asked himself, astonished. "Shit. Dads gonna kill me." He scooted to the side of his bed, pausing when he felt a strange heaviness on his chest. He looked down to see by the blurred light of the computer screen, that his chest was sticking out a few inches. He reached up to feel his shirt, gasping when he felt his hand touching the new growth beneath.

"What?" He asked in bewilderment, startled by the discovery. He spread his hands over the mounds in his shirt, elating another gasp caused by the new sensations he felt. "Tits? I have tits? How?" he gasped again. His voice was different. It was nothing like his normal voice, it was soft and feminine.

With panic setting in, he turned to the light of the screen and noticed something in his field of vision. It moved whenever he moved. He reached up from his new breasts to his face, where he made the next discovery. His hand felt not the face of a human, but the face of some animal! His nose and mouth extended from his face in a pointed snout, it was covered in fur too, just like his whole face!

He stood up in shock, his sweatpants and boxers dropping from his hips to the floor. He could feel his new bushy tail spring up from behind him. "What going on? What's happened to me?" he was full-on panicking now. His hands wandered over his new body, tugging at the new shoulder-length brown locks of hair and feeling the fur that now covered his skin. All this touching was weirdly turning him on, although he couldn't feel himself getting hard. He felt a new feeling altogether.

"Oh no, if I've got tits, than...what if I have..." he slid his hands down to his crotch, wincing in anxious anticipation. "No!" he yelped, feeling no trace of a penis. He let out a gasp as his hands ran over his new slit. His fears were affirmed, she was now female.

Her new ears twitched, she could hear her dad walking across the living room above him. By experience, she could tell he was headed for the stairs. The footfalls on the stairs held this to be true. Was he coming down here? He must have smelt the smoke! "Shit! He can't see me liked this!" She looked around the room in a panic, looking for anything to hide in or to put on to hide her form. She quickly realized she couldn't make out anything in the room. "Oh god, oh god, oh god." She frantically whispered to herself. She stopped dead in her tracks and her ears twitched and turned, able to hear her dad's footsteps end before the door. Too late.

The doorknob turned before the door swung open slowly, pushed by the person behind it. David tried to cover her new lady parts with her tail while one of her furry hands covered her nipples and the other kept her mouth shut. She stared wide-eyed at where the now open door was. The lights were flicked on, making her squint her vulpine eyes. She could see the bulk of the rooms smoke billowing out into the next room, revealing a silhouetted figure standing there.

"Dad?" David asked, her new feminine voice catching in her throat. The smoke was clearing fast into the other room and she could now make out more of the voluptuous silhouette leaning on the doorframe seductively.

"I guess it's 'Mom' now, sweetie." Answered a sultry and sexy feminine voice from the silhouette. David relaxed her body in response.

"Wait, Dad? Is that you? Did you change too?" David honestly wouldn't be surprised if she had, considering how crazy all this was already. She wasn't even sure if she was still asleep and this was all a dream.

"As I said, it's 'Mom' now, but you can call me Jessica if you'd like hun, no need for formality anymore. Have you picked a name yet?"

David shook her head in disbelief. "What? No! What's happening to us? 'How' is this happening? What's going on?!" She was beyond confused.

The smoke had mostly cleared out into the other room and 'Jessica' was standing there, just as her silhouette had, leaning on the doorframe.

"Well if I had to take a guess." She gestured to her upper chest with her free hand. "I'd say it's that delectable new incense you've got there, darling." She licked her lips with her long slim tongue.

David couldn't believe this, she had to be dreaming. Her dad and herself had turned into some sort of fox ladies and now her new mother was sweet-talking with her as if all this was completely normal.

"You don't see a problem with this?!" David was freaking out, looking Jessica and herself over frantically, gesturing to their bodies. Jessica watched with a sly look on her face, slinking from the door into the room.

"You need to calm down honey. Just take a deep breath and everything will be fine." Her voice was so sweet and sexy to David, it was just so suggestive. David decided to follow her advice and took in a long deep breath of the smoky atmosphere. The spicy-sweet smell had been attacking her nose since she awoke, but she had been in no state to actually enjoy it. But she did now. The scent was so cozy and warm; it was starting making her feel that way too. A tingling sensation washed over her body and she took another breath.

"That's it, sweetie, feel it wash over you. It's so wonderful, isn't it?" she took another step toward her daughter who nodded in response with closed eyes. With another deep breath, she felt completely tranquil, her new identity coming to fruition. She thought about the previous question asked by her mother. Her new name? Maybe...Danielle? Diana? Donna? She mulled over names that would complement her former name.

"Devra." She said aloud. "My new name is Devra." She spoke proudly. She opened her eyes at her mother who was smiling lovingly back at her.

"That's a beautiful name Devra. I'm glad you're finally settling into your new self." She moved a little closer, biting her lower lip.

"Me too, I guess I just had to relax a little." She giggled as a cute smile spread across her foxy face. She only now noticed the tingling in her nether region; she assumed she must be pretty moist down there, her head swimming with arousing thoughts most pleasant. She slowly moved toward her mother. "Thanks for helping me calm down mom."

The two were so close now they were almost touching, almost. Their body language screamed arousal.

"No problem sweetie, and please, call me Jessica. It will be a lot less weird when I do this." Without warning, Jessica pulled Devra into her by the waist with one arm and with her free hand, plunged her middle and index fingers into Devra's slick, soaking wet pussy.

Devra gasped sharply before letting the breath of smoky air out in the form of a deep and lusty moan. She hadn't been prepared for such an intense feeling so suddenly. Jessica on the other hand was impressed by how wet the younger vixen was. Her fingers slid in and out with ease. Devra squirmed and mewed as the older vixen finger fucked her. Devra had no idea this was what girls felt, and only from two fingers. It felt incredible and she wanted more!

"You like this, don't you Devra?" Jessica asked slyly.

"Y-yes." Devra meekly stuttered out in response.

"You want another one in there babe?"

"Mmhm." Devra whimpered, her head craned back while she nibbled her lip.

"Yeah? Beg for it then." She demanded, her voice becoming stern.

"Please...p-please give me more." She managed to stammer out.

"Please give me more...who?" Jessica was starting to slip into a more dominant role. Devra was letting herself slip into a more submissive role, both of them awakening to new places in their new developing relationship.

"Please give me more...mistress!!" Devra shouted the last word in pleasured surprise as Jessica slid two more fingers into her juicy pussy. Her hole was stretched by Jessica's nimble digits. She cried out in ecstasy, feeling the older vixens fingers wriggle within her, curling to hit that oh so sweet spot. Her legs buckled and she clung to her new mistress for support.

"Good girl, see what happens when you behave? You get a treat." She had to speak up a little to be heard over Devra's mewls and moans.

"Y-yes m-mistress" the younger vixen forced out between moans.

"You love treats, don't you girl?" Jessica wickedly cooed in one of her partner's triangular ear.

"I...love...treats...mistress." She managed to reply through ragged breaths. Sensations were building within her and she could tell she was getting close to cumming, her first female orgasm.

As if she could read Devra's mind, Jessica pulled her fingers from the young vixens snatch and in her partner's state of extreme arousal, easily shoved her onto the bed. Jessica snickered and leered down at her pet while her pet whimpered in protest.

"No cumming until mistress cums, pet. Those are the rules, understand me?" She crossed her arms with a stern smirk on her pointed face.

"Yes, mistress." Devra softly conceded with neediness in her voice. At this Jessica climbed onto the bed, straddling her little one. She shuffled closer and closer to the young vixen's face until her glistening cunt was almost touching the nose of the other.

"Lick me pet." She commanded, taking in another deep breath of smoky air. She pulled Devra's snout into her crotch. "Make me cum and I might reward you." She laid her ultimatum out for her pet. Devra had no choice but to comply with her mistress, so she did. She wanted to please her, to make her proud of her pet.

Jessica let a satisfied 'ahh' escape her lips as her pet began her perverted task. Devra lapped away at her mistresses slit with her long, slender fox tongue. Jessica pinched and tweaked her nipples with her free hand, adding to the sensations. The other hand held her pets head in place between her thighs, just where it should be.

Jessica lavished the feeling of her pets tongue dancing across her pussy folds, flicking her clit and probing her hole like a professional. She rocked her hips back and forth, grinding her drooling cunt into Devra's face.

"Mmmmm. Yes, that's it pet; worship your mistresses' juicy pussy. Drink from it you thirsty whore." Devra whimpered at her mistresses' words, every degrading statement pushing her ever further into her new role. "Fuck yes, that feels so good. Lick me just like that you little slut." Devra only continued pleasing the older vixen, her new purpose consuming her.

It felt so good to obey her mistress, to let go of everything and submit. The mere act of following her commands and receiving praise felt almost better than the rewards would feel when her mistress was fully satisfied. She felt so warm, so complete, like her soul had found its true natural calling. For Jessica, the feeling of dominion she held over her new pet made her only want to push things further. She wanted to explore and push the boundaries of their new relationship. It made her feel so powerful and that power compounded her arousal. The two vixen's minds and personalities molded into their new selves. Their old personhoods dwindled and died.

Jessica vigorously ground into Devra's face now, grunting and growling with each gyration. The hand on her pet's head grabbed a handful of hair to use as leverage to help stuff the vixens muzzle deeper into her folds.

"Deeper you skank, lick me deeper! Get that tongue of yours inside me or I'll make sure you never cum again!" Devra's muffled whimpers at the abusive commands mixed with the pain from having her hair pulled gave away her budding excitement. She snaked her tongue into her mistresses' hole, just as she was told. Jessica growled at the probing of her depths, strengthening the grasp of her pet's hair.

"Good girl." She praised her pet through clenched teeth. She was getting close to cumming, she could feel it. Devra's tongue dug deeper into her mistresses' cunt, determined to please the dominant fox above her in every way she was told. Her face was fully and forcefully buried both in that musky cavern and between warm fuzzy thighs; such an intoxicating place to be.

Jessica's growls reached their crescendo. Devra's tongue had done its job and with her cold vulpine nose being forced upon her sensitive little bean the older vixen was reaching her boiling point. She cried out with a feminine roar, every muscle in her body clenching as her first female orgasm crashed over her voluptuous form.

Devra found it hard to breathe as both of Jessica's hands now pinned her face to her crotch. The older vixen would not let up and neither would Devra, so long as her mistress was keeping her put.

"Yes! Yes! Keep going! Keep going!" she screamed with abandon, another earth-shattering orgasm just around the corner. She rode the wave back to another blissful climax the same way she rode the face of her pet. Her breath caught in her throat and her legs buckled. For a second time she came, even harder than the last.

Jessica's eyes rolled into the back of her head and her tongue lulled out the side of her maw as she was overtaken by pure sensation. Even then, Devra's tongue did not slow, and nor should it until her mistress would instruct her too. Jessica rhythmically rolled her hips across Devra's snout, grinding her pussy into her pets face. She was lost in ecstatic rapture; it went on and on, the older vixen losing track of time itself.

When Jessica's orgasm finally abated and she finally came to her senses, she looked down at her pet with sluggish satisfaction. She grabbed the younger vixen's snout, pushing her head from her snatch. Devra gasped for air through her nose before Jessica spoke to her again.

"Good pet, good, you've done well." She climbed off of Devra, kneeling beside her on the bed, her hand still on the girl's muzzle. "I believe you deserve a treat, don't you girl?" Devra whimpered and hastily nodded as best she could with Jessica's hand keeping her still. Her eyes pleaded with her mistress while the older fox looked down at her sadistically. "Then I shall give you what you deserve, little one."

Jessica kept her hand clasped around Devra's muzzle while she traced the other one down her pets' neck towards her breasts. She stopped to give a few hard twists and tugs on her nipples, making her squirm and whimper under her grasp. Devra dare not pull her mistresses' hands from her muzzle and so she gripped the bedsheets tight to help bear through it.

Jessica ceased the torturous actions with a wicked giggle and continued trailing down the vixen's stomach all the way to her drooling cunt. She ran her middle finger through her slick folds, producing a whimper of approval from her pet. Jessica stopped stroking the girl and gave her pussy a tight slap. Devra inhaled sharply through her nose at the sudden pain, her whimpers turning sour.

"Bad girl! No noises! Every sound you make gets you a pussy slap, got it, girl?" Devra nodded wearily, tears beginning to gather in her eyes. The realization that even while being rewarded she was subject to harsh rules hit her harder than her mistress ever could. She was coming to terms with her new existence as a plaything. It frightened her, yet at the same time, excited her. Jessica on the other hand was only reaffirmed in her new place, taking pride in breaking a new pet, making sure she was well and properly trained. She beamed wickedly.

The older vixen continued her work on the younger, running her middle and index fingers through Devra's drooling folds. She tickled the girl's clit, causing her to squirm again. Devra tried her best to hold back a moan but Jessica was too determined to break her, resulting in the sound of a muffled moan rumbling from her pet's throat. She was subsequently punished for that, receiving two quick slaps to her pussy this time. Devra groaned, wincing and arching her back, more tears running down her face.

This went on and on, Jessica probing further, causing Devra to make some sort of sound in delight, followed by more swats to her pussy. Devra couldn't believe it but...she was starting to like it, even going as far as to make sounds of her own volition. She was beginning to crave the bittersweet blend of pleasure and pain. Tears ran down her face in a steady stream, although the smile on her face gave away her perverted desires.

"Oh? Are you actually enjoying this, pet?" She gave her a particularly hard slap on the coochie. "Are you getting off on me punishing you, you dirty little slut?!" she slapped her twice this time, a thin string of pussy juice momentarily linking her hand and Devra's pussy each time she struck her. She stopped before the third strike, looking her pet in her closed eyes, listening to her moan in blissful shame. "Oh my god you are, aren't you? You absolutely love this!" She slapped her snatch a few more times for good measure, observing her perverse reaction.

She removed her hand from Devra's muzzle, allowing her ecstatic cries to finally escape her lips. "Tell me how much you love this you dirty bitch." Devra responding as ordered.

"I...I...Love this so much, mistress." She admitted through whimpers of lustful shame.

"What do you love bitch?" she smacked her again.

"I love being punished, mistress." Her voice quivered at the added strike.

"Tell me what a bad girl you are Devra. I'd love to hear it straight from your pathetic lips. Tell me!" she wacked her pets' pussy especially hard followed by a few lighter ones. Devra painfully moaned and arched her back, reveling in her debasement.

"I'm a bad girl mistress, your bad girl! I Iove being punished by you so much, that's why I'm so naughty for you! I'm such a naughty bitch!"

"Mmmm, so pathetic. Glad you can admit your true desires to me, pet." Jessica slapped Devra's pussy as hard as she could, causing her pet to gasp and cry in true pain this time. She slid three nimble fingers into her pet's tender pussy, pumping them in and out as fast as she could. Her thumb circled the girls clit, her other hand playing with Devra's nipples, tweaking and tugging at them.

Ragged moans poured from the vixens open maw, her world switching harshly and suddenly from pain to pure pleasure. She writhed in Jessica's hands; an ever-familiar sensation building inside her. Jessica sped her fingers up.

"Cum for me my pet, receive your reward." With those spoken words, Devra came. Her whole body shook, her hips bucked as her reddened pussy was assaulted by her mistresses' agile fingers. Her sobbing cries of fiery bliss rang through the smoke-filled house, her mind reeling in those moments of ecstasy; finally, her first female orgasm. Her world went blank as her new meaning and purpose in the world was cemented within her forever.

Jessica slowed her fingers and eventually pulled them from Devra's red, messy pussy. She stuck them in front of her pets muzzle and upon seeing them, Devra knew exactly what to do. Jessica wiggled them with a wicked smile, giggling when Devra leaned forward and took them in her mouth, licking and sucking them clean, just as she should. Obeying felt so good to Devra, so right, this was her way now.

"Such a good girl after all." Jessica cooed to her pet. She slid off the bed, standing over the dazed vixen. She was proud of breaking the young fox and felt satisfied with now having a proper servant to please her. She was far from done however. She suddenly grabbed Devra's ankle and gave her pet a strong yank.

"Off the bed! Down! No bed for pets!" Devra scrambled to get off her own bed, Jessica giving her furry ass a hard swat as she rolled off the bed. She pushed her pet to the floor and into a kneeling position. Devra looked up to her mistress for direction. "Good girl, this is where you belong now, on the floor. If you're a good pet, I might let you up on the furniture with me. Got it?"

Devra nodded her head in enthusiasm, her bushy tail wagging behind her. Her mistress was right, as a pet her place was on the floor where the dirty girls belonged. "Good now stay," Jessica commanded. Devra obeyed, staying in place until told otherwise, watching her mistress walk around her to the bookshelf where Devra's previous self had set the incense down. She pulled two more of the sticks from their envelope and placed them in the burner. She lit them with a match and blew the flames out, allowing the ends to ember, adding to the steady plume of the original. The original looked as if it hadn't been consumed at all; there were barely any ashes in the burner below.

With her hands on her hips, she took a deep breath and sauntered out of the room, headed for the couch in the room outside. The smoke in this room had thickened while the two had played with each other, leaving both rooms very foggy. Jessica flopped down on the couch, spreading her legs. She took another breath of that sweet, sweet scent, basking in it once more.

She turned her head toward the yellowish glow of the light pouring in from Devra's former room, pushing the coffee table away from her with a furry foot, making room for what came next.

"Girl! Come!" She commanded, beckoning her pet to her. Immediately she could hear the thudding of hands and knees on the carpeted floor as Devra hurried to answer her mistresses' call. The younger fox appeared through the fog moments later, kneeling before her with a look of pure anticipation. Jessica pet her head with one hand, fingers running through her brown hair, a satisfied grin spread across her face.

"Very good girl." She said in a sultry tone, rubbing her wet pussy lips with one hand. "Now, service me, just as before." Devra nodded to her mistress and leaned forward without hesitation, eagerly lapping at her mistresses' folds, enjoying her sweet taste. Jessica craned her head back over the couch, casually humming to herself as she enjoyed her new form and new pet.

She could easily stay like this all night, letting her pet lick her over and over again. It was her decision whether or not Devra stopped; she would lick forever if that's what she had in mind. She took another long satisfied breath in.

You know what? That sounded like a good plan. She tweaked her nipple and moaned at the combined sensations, fantasizing about the possibility of staying like this forever, in endless pleasure.