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Corporate Invitations to the Kitsune

Part 2

Sponsored by Vanrixie

by Draconicon

The kitsune reached into her back pocket. As soon as she did, however, Luciana arched an eyebrow.

"You have an example with you?"

"Well, not my preferred one, but something," Vicki admitted. "Did you think I came here with nothing?"

"Nothing besides the grappling hook, the rope, the knives, the bola," the maned wolf said, ticking the items off on her fingers one by one.

"...How many x-ray scanners did I walk past?"

"Half a dozen."

"Surprised you missed this one, then."

"So am I," Luciana admitted, shaking her head. "I'm going to have to have a word with my security staff."

"Let me in on that if I pass the interview; if they're going to be scanning people coming in, I want to make sure that they're not missing anything, either."

"You're the expert." The maned wolf nodded, crossing her arms over her chest. "So, your...example?"

"Yes. Well. Ahem." Vicki cleared her throat, getting a firm grip on the idol in her back pocket before putting it out and setting it on the table. "Have you ever seen something like this before?"

"...It does bear a startling resemblance to my mother, but other than that, no."

Certainly not an answer that she expected. Vicki looked down at the idol, back at her potential employer, and then returned her gaze to the idol itself. Black stone carved to look like a pregnant mare with a rather absurdly-long horse cock poking out and over her belly, the idol bore no resemblance to the woman on the other side of the table. She opened her mouth, closed it again, and shook her head.

"I'd like to come back to that later. If you don't mind."

"If it matters. Family history can be a little...weird."

"Welcome to my world..."

"What was that?"

"Nothing, nothing," Vicki said, shaking her head and twisting her tails in a sort of dismissive gesture. "Regardless, let's focus on this. As you might have guessed, this is dedicated to an old spirit - or goddess, depending on the region - of fertility and motherhood. Yet, since it has a cock, it also touches on the virility aspect, as well."

"That's pretty obvious, yes."

"Here's where it starts getting interesting. Have you ever heard the legends of the Mother-Sire and how she defended her people against the rampaging hordes of the north?"

"...Can't say that I have."

"It's not the most common legend outside of its originating people," Vicki admitted. "But it is surprisingly related to your issue. It's a story about a mare, specifically a mare, that offered herself to the spirits - or was a spirit and gave of herself, again, depending on the legend."

"For what purpose?" Luciana asked.

"Oh. For the purpose of breeding an army to stand against their enemies. With herself and only herself."

"...Do go on," the maned wolf said, leaning partway across the table with a wide grin on her face, one that was hardly the clean, business-like smile that she'd hoped to keep seeing for this meeting.

Vicki shook her head, resting a finger on the top of the idol. She had expected that there'd be interest in that story, considering the way that the maned wolf was so intent on finding a way to give herself and her sister fertility and virility again. She assumed that was meant for other partners, but...

Well, if it was for something more, ahem, intense with each other, it wasn't the first time that she had researched something for incestual purposes. Would be the first time in a long time, but hardly the first.

"At any rate, the story goes that the mare was granted the power to inseminate herself, to rut herself and birth thousands upon thousands of children, a great herd that stood against the foes of her people. They fought and turned them back, and it became the beginning of a great and powerful kingdom. Mostly of horses, of course, with all credit for the unification of the various herds in the area going to the Mother-Sire.

"Of course, going back through history, it's easy to poke all sorts of holes in the story. There was never a queen-matron in recorded history among this culture at the time, nor was there any sign of any kind of great conflict of the sort that they talked about," she admitted. "More to the point, the idea of a single woman birthing thousands of soldiers on her own begs the question of what they would have done with so many mouths afterward, and that's if they didn't all die and leave behind a mass grave that any archaeologist would have found by now."

"Is there a point to all this?"

"Hmm? Oh, yes, yes, there is," Vicki said. "Sorry, I get a little absorbed into the historical side of things sometimes. But the point is, whether or not the legend is true, there is some magic to be found in it. And if you can find magic in history, more often than not, there's some version of it in reality. Like in this idol, carved in her likeness."

"Are you telling me that it can do what I've been searching for? There's no way that you came here with the answer to one of our biggest conundrums just like that."

"Oh, god no. God no." Vicki shook her head. "No, no, this isn't powerful enough to solve that problem on its own. But...it does make for a good magical demonstration, at least for those with a bit of horse anatomy."

Lowering her hand, she brought her fingers to the statue's horse penis, stroking down along the underside. No sooner had she made contact with it than Luciana bucked against the table, her eyes going wide. Vicki continued idly flicking her finger up and down, unable to help herself as the maned wolf grabbed the far side of the table.

"Of course, there's a little bit more to it than just this idle voodoo power," Vicki said. "There's a sort of tribute to horses involved in this, adding to the instincts that build up from stimulation, encouraging heat, building on rut, that sort of thing."

"Nnngh...I can...mmmph...feel that."

"Yes, I'm sure. There's a great deal to be found in these. Now, if I were an idiot, I would keep stroking it here...and perhaps further down," the kitsune said, slowly dragging her finger along the fake shaft to the base, resting her finger right over the balls that hid the statue's pussy. "Right there, I could push and stroke, and send you into an utter frenzy. From the research that I was able to conduct on the statue, that would last for between 2-4 days, depending on your willpower and just how much strength you were able to muster against it. Not a small amount of time, and well worth it as a distraction, if one was dealing with equines."

And more than worth it for...well, other considerations. Vicki still remembered how the actual retrieval of the idol had gone. Despite it being one of the more minor items in her collection, the statue had been guarded by quite a few stallions in its homeland, and had been used to keep most of the other females in the area under complete subjugation, rubbing their pussies via the statue and keeping them from challenging the chieftain. The males, likewise, had been kept in a state of utter subjugation - the chieftain being someone that had been born of a horse father and a vixen mother, he had no 'equipment' down there that the statue could affect.

She had taken it from them, but not before going through one hell of an ordeal herself. It had come out well in the end, but at the time, she had been more than slightly concerned about the reconstructive surgery that she'd need to not be utterly ruined down there. She still sometimes wondered if it had been worth it, even though some part of her still liked using it on horse guests to the family home and pushing her luck.

The kitsune pulled her finger back from the idol, and Luciana slumped forward, hissing through clenched teeth. Vicki imagined that there was a bit of a blue-ball issue going on at the moment, and kept her mouth shut, giving the other woman a chance to collect herself after the hyper levels of magical stimulation.

"Do you believe me now?" Vicki asked.

"Mmmph..."

"I have many items on my list that can be found like this...and more that I can name, if you've already started harvesting."

"Mmmph...I need...need a moment..."

"I understand."

"Or...you could help."

"Heh. I think that you should just take the moment."

"Mmmph...really?" Luciana smirked, huffing and puffing for another moment. "From the smell of things...I'd say you wanted me to take you."

"..."

"Mmmph...don't forget...I have your file. I know your history, Ms. Thibodeux. I know what you do for money...what you've done to keep your house...what you do on missions, not because it's smart, but because you can't resist."

"You don't know anything."

"You think I'm bluffing?"

"I think that you assume everyone is as horny as you," Vicki said, shaking her head. "I'm not a whore. I'm not someone that just lets their employer fuck them -"

"Unless she's already out of money, facing the third foreclosure...third foreclosure on her home..."

Vicki froze, her mouth hanging open as the maned wolf got to her feet. The other woman loomed high over her, putting all of her seven-foot-ten frame to use, her eyes wild and her mouth half-open from the lust that was coursing through her. That horse cock that Vicki had been all but sure was hiding beneath that skirt was on the verge of popping free, throbbing hard enough that there was a stain on the skirt itself, and the maned wolf was on the verge of throwing the table to the side to clear the way to her.

The vixen took a step back, using her tails for leverage, and the table went flying. Luciana growled as she took a step closer, pointing a finger at her.

"I read your file. I know what you are. A little addict. A fucking addict to letting things go wrong."

"That's not true!"

"Is it? Heh...heh...2014. You had a good year. Three times what it took to pay off the mortgage on your house again, more than enough to keep from defaulting on your loans. Instead, you let it go by, and you ended up being the sex toy of a boar bank manager for a week to get some time to build up your funds again."

"That -"

"2019. A dig in Cairo. You intentionally forced all the other workers to stay outside while you traversed the cursed interior of a tomb in the Valley of the Kings. You told them that it was for their own safety, but that wasn't the case at all. You just wanted to have the tomb to yourself, to be among the curses, to feel that danger. You were waiting, begging for some mummy to come out and have its way with you...weren't you?"

The kitsune didn't have a comeback; someone had obviously done their research, and then some. It wasn't...entirely accurate, but there was enough truth there to sink her.

She continued backpedaling until her back hit the wall behind her. She could have done anything then, anything at all to stop the other woman. She was quick, always had been, and she had a size advantage by being as much smaller than the maned wolf as she was. Her tails, too, would give her the chance to maneuver...

And yet, she allowed herself to get pinned. Her back to the wall, one big paw on her shoulder, and a whole lot of force from in front of her held her tight against the solid steel wall. Luciana leaned in, that horse cock finally pushing out from beneath her skirt, and it slid right between Vicki's legs, running up between her thighs and then under her ass, sandwiching itself between her glutes and the wall.

Luciana leaned in, her dark nose pressed right against the kitsune's. They were eye to eye, muzzle to muzzle, almost lip to lip.

"Right now. You could stop me...but you aren't. Because you are addicted to trouble. To danger. To rape. I don't know why, but something in you is stupid enough to enjoy it, and arrogant enough to believe that you can always get out of it at the end of the day. Maybe you can, maybe you can't, but you are fucked if you think that's something that I can accept in an employee."

"..."

"So...here's the deal, Vicki..."

"Ms...Thibodeux."

"Vicki." Snap. Click. Those jaws were sharp, dangerous, and that cock was throbbing, pulsing, oozing against the small of her back, staining her tails in the musky juices of the other woman. She could feel it running into the back of her waistband, starting to stain her undergarments, as well. Not the sort of best first impression, not the sort of thing that she wanted to think about if she didn't have to. "Vicki. Here's the deal. You...take this job...and you do what we want. You find the goods that we need found, you find the places that we need found, and you figure out how to make them work. You get your own fucking department, you call the shots, you get all the resources you need."

"And...and in return...you fuck me, I suppose?"

"No."

"...No?" Vicki asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Oh, god, you have no idea how much I want to...how much I want to stuff that arrogant little cunt of yours with my flare and leave you hobbling for a week. Oh, I would...but I am not playing into your bullshit."

"..."

"No...I'm going to be...your fucking mistress."

Was it a bad thing that it wasn't the worst offer that the vixen had ever gotten? Probably, considering that she was pinned to the wall on the verge of becoming rape meat were it not for some sort of honor system that the other woman was operating under. She hissed to herself as she imagined what it would be like to be spitted on the cock between her legs, knowing that there was no chance in HELL that she was going to be walking normal after that thing got inside her.

"Mistress...huh? How...how do you see that working?"

"I tell you what to do...and if you start misbehaving...if you start getting stupid...I fuck the stupid out of you."

"...Sounds...fair."

"You bet it's fair. It's a fairer deal than you're going to get from any of the cock-sucking idiots that you'll be stealing from."

"...Some people suck cock pretty intelligently."

"You...get...my...point."

For someone that was under the influence of the ritual statue, she had to admit that the other woman was doing a damn good job of maintaining self-control. The last time that she had activated it, the most strong-willed person in the room had been reduced to an idiotic, self-humping moron, too focused on cock and pussy to be able to think of anything beyond the simplest words. Now, she had someone that was able to negotiate, and negotiate well, for that matter, while still under it.

That was going to make for a very interesting workplace relationship. Vicki slowly nodded.

"Seems...like a good deal."

"Good."

Luciana stepped back, and Vicki thumped back to the floor, her heels clicking against the ground as the maned wolf put three feet of distance between them, just enough to keep from touching her with that cock or risk splattering her immediately. She fumbled for a chair, sitting down, the massive thing standing up and over her.

"Now...you can either fix your fuckery here...or you can get out before I rape your brains out."

"..."

"You have ten seconds."

That wasn't much, but it was enough if she really wanted to run. There was every reason to think that the door was unlocked just a few inches to her left, something that would let her get the hell out. She already all but had the job. She didn't need to stay to take care of this...

But some part of her...

Oh, fuck me...

Vicki could already feel her own moisture running between her legs, dribbling down along her thighs to her knees and then further, down to her boots. She gritted her teeth as she realized just how much she was already getting into this, and how little chance she had to pull herself back from it.

Fuck...fuck...fuck, she's right.

"Five seconds," Luciana said.

"...You wouldn't."

"Three."

"Fine."

She stepped forward, but didn't reach out with her hand. She kicked her boot off, bringing her bare foot up and over, the damp underside pressing down on the flared head. With as much pressure as she could muster, she pushed down, dragging the head downward bit by bit, pushing it further and further toward the floor. At the end of it all, she just about managed to bring it to slightly less than pointing straight forward; it was that hard and that tense.

"Fine. I'll take care of you...my way."

"Heh...too late, Vicki."

"Is it?" she asked, curling her toes, drawing a groan from the maned wolf. "Feels like you're oozing and spitting just fine from my side of things."

"Heh...go on then..."

Vicki knew that the instant she was no longer giving the other woman the sort of pleasure she wanted, she was going to end up pinned against the wall, or worse. So, she moved forward, using six of her nine tails as support, bringing both of her feet up against the flared head. She used one to pinch just under it, stroking and 'tickling' that sensitive spot just under the head of most shafts, while the toes and pads of her other foot pressed firmly against the flare. It squished the edges in, making the bigger, more sensitive shaft drip all the more. She treated the head almost like it was some sort of cum-sponge, teasing it, milking it, working it good and hard.

It didn't take long for her efforts to be rewarded. As she stroked the shaft, milking the head with one foot and stroking down the other with her other foot, spreading her toes as wide as she could, Luciana started oozing enough pre-cum to impregnate at least six other females. She could imagine that the other woman wasn't usually this productive, but at the same time -

Thrust.

Luciana bucked her hips forward, grinding the dripping end of her shaft along one of Vicki's feet and pushing it more firmly against the bottom of her other foot. The head sprayed, strings of gooey, thick horse pre-cum splattering against her thighs, almost hitting the crotch of her denim shorts. She gasped at the rain of musky ooze, huffing as her breasts were all but pointing through her shirt, now. The nipples were hard, obviously.

And Luciana saw it. She could tell. The maned wolf smirked.

"Not enough...not nearly enough..."

"Give me a second -"

"I've given you too much. You want it? You got it."

When the maned wolf moved, she moved with such speed that Vicki couldn't track her. One second she was seated, the next she was thrusting herself forward and knocking Vicki off her tails, bearing her to the ground and slamming her against the metal plates. She grunted from the impact, her head spinning for a split second before -

RIIIIIP!

Her shirt came free, and her bra with it. Her eyes went wide in anticipation of what came next, and she was not disappointed.

Not only did that horse cock flop down against her stomach and up to her breasts, but her breasts - barely constrained by the magical material that she'd woven into her bra - massively expanded outwards, almost doubling in size. They had been at the edge of a high C before, but with that explosion, they were past E, almost into the FF cup territory, and bulging out past the shaft that had fallen on them.

That was just enough to slow Luciana down, the other woman blinking at her chest. For a second, Vicki thought that it might buy her a reprieve, but no such luck was forthcoming. The other woman grabbed her by the ankles, pushing her legs back, leaning over her so that the flared head dripped right on her chin, smearing her face and muzzle with that slick, slimy, copious flood of horse pre-cum.

"Heh...and here I thought...you couldn't get any sexier."

"Mmmph..."

"Well, Vicki, any last words before I fuck you silly?"

"Yeah...how are you going to do that?"

"You'll see."

With that, Luciana started thrusting. The entire length of that shaft ran up along her stomach and between her breasts, hitting her square on the chin the first time before she got her head into a better position to take the tit-fuck barrage. Her soaked feet were soon dribbling on her face, too, reminding her of what she'd tried and failed to do.

And it wasn't just the mess that got to her. There was something more to it, something that shocked her, leaving her gasping every time that the other woman slammed forward. For all the attention that the massive shaft had gotten, she had all but forgotten about the leather balls hanging just below them, and the fact that they were even bigger than they had been, as well. The statue, the idol, engorged such things and pushed the user to use them as much as possible, giving them all the seed that they could need to cum for the various females before them, and not just that, giving the females all the juices to be slick enough to take it and all the stamina to keep going.

This would not end until Luciana was completely drained, she knew that much. Even if she could start the rituals that would pull the power from the other woman, it would still require a great deal of sex to pull this out of her.

And clearly, pinned to the floor and helpless, Vicki wasn't going to get the opportunity to do anything of the sort. All she could do was take it.

"Ah...ah...ah!"

She yelped as those balls slapped her pussy through her shorts, hitting her and abusing her sex in a way that was completely different to getting fucked. It was rough and just a bit cruel, teasing without giving her the full pleasure that she would normally get from being 'raped,' but there was still something there, something that was steadily growing, getting stronger and stronger. It didn't take long before the ball-slaps were making her shorts stick to her pussy, and she could feel herself getting wetter by the second down there.

But that was nothing compared to the constant distraction of the flared cock tip bumping her chin and thrusting right between her breasts. She huffed, panting, red-faced from being used as nothing more than a fleshlight at the end of an interview, but despite herself, she stayed aroused. Her nipples pointed up, and that fact was not lost on Luciana.

Not when they made such convenient grips.

She howled as the other woman grabbed her by her nipples, pulling on them and pulling her breasts out a bit. She arched her back, making it all the more convenient for th emaned wolf to fuck the space between her breasts. Forward, back, forward, back, the slime running over her chest, down her stomach, over her belly button and into the hollow of her throat as the maned wolf thrust forward again. Lines of pre-cum, silvery and clear, were staining her from head to waist, and some of it was getting past her waistband as the thumping continued down there.

Vicki rode it out, doing her best to keep her lips pressed together, but every so often a violent pull or twist at her chest or a particularly hard 'slap' down below just knocked a grunt out of her, leaving her huffing, panting, even gasping as she was driven closer and closer to orgasm just from being used.

"Nnngh...you like that, huh?" Luciana panted. "You like that? I bet you'd love it...love it if I ripped it all off...just used you hard..."

The kitsune gritted her teeth, biting back the moan that the idea gave her, but she couldn't keep the red off her cheeks. The long-legged woman looked down at her and smirked.

"Fuck-meat bitch..."

"Nnngh..."

"Coming here...using that...thinking that you'd get everything that you wanted...this is a business, girl...and I get what I want, too..."

Forward, back, forward, back, the flared tip of the horse cock popping between her breasts again and again as if it were popping in and out of someone's holes. The friction had already left its mark on her fur, doing all kinds of things to force it down, to smear it flat, and she could tell that she'd be marked with more than scent going forward. The constant pressure, the mounting pleasure, was as good as anything for the maned wolf to mark her territory here.

The thrusting was getting more and more erratic, too. At first, she thought that it was just Luciana's way of keeping her from getting off, just like not taking off those shorts was a way of keeping her from cumming, but no. The maned wolf was growling, gasping, huffing and growling. She wasn't changing up her thrusts for Vicki's sake, but because she was just that close herself. There was no time for her to brace herself, either. The strings of pre-cum shooting for her face were getting more and more frequent, and most of them were drenching her chin, the sides of her face, all the way up to her ears and barely missing her eyes now.

They were close...

And, they were there.

Luciana thrust forward one more time, howling at the top of her lungs. She came, her cock jumping, almost leaping from the space between Vicki's breasts. The maned wolf grabbed her, pressing down hard at the sides of her jaws, and Vicki's mouth popped open, forced open to take that first shot of cum.

It was thick. There was no other way to talk about it but just how thick it was, thicker than porridge, almost tar-like from how much of it there was and how solid it was and how quickly it filled her mouth. It was already seeping down her throat, but swallowing it was an effort and a half, something that forced her to focus on that rather than anything else. The taste of saltiness, the bestial earthiness, the sheer mass and density of the other woman's load was something to behold.

And it wasn't just one shot, either. The next followed, almost punching her in the chin, and the next landed over her breasts, and between them. The next fell over her chest and stomach, and the last rained over her abs, soaking her fur to her skin, leaving her utterly and completely marked and 'soiled' with warm horse-cum.

It was hot.

It was sticky.

It was a complete mess, and so was she. As she laid there, desperately swallowing to clear her throat, looking up at the maned wolf, she honestly wasn't sure how she had managed to get through that...

And then it was made all the worse by the fact that she realized that she had cum during that last part, and she hadn't even noticed. The crotch of her shorts was completely sticky, clinging to her groin, pressed tight to her and soaked. She had cum from getting pussy-slapped by a giant pair of balls, all while getting her breasts molested and giving a forced tit-job to her new boss.

What a way to start gainful employment...

Snickt.

She turned her head at the sound of the door opening, oddly only half-surprised to see that the vixen from one of the earlier experiments was there now. Her head was down as she knelt by Vicki, pulling out several different vials and scooping globs of spent seed into it. That was fine.

What was less fine was the vixen grabbing her mouth, gently popping it open with the same gesture that Luciana had used, and scooping some of the leftover cum from inside her mouth. Vicki yelped, blinking as the other woman stood up and left the room, muttering something about '1000% growth in cumshot size.'

"...Well, at least I know I'm not going to drown on a regular basis," Vicki muttered, groaning as she leaned her head back against the wall. "I'm guessing at least someone on your staff was ready for something to go weird?"

"Heh...there's always the chance for things to go weird at RIXANA."

"Somehow, I'm not surprised."

"You did good, though. Better than I expected, considering what I was hitting you with. I have to admit, I didn't think that all the stuff in your file was real; some of it seemed a hell of a lot more extreme than what most people could survive going through."

"Well, you grow up with an asshole of an uncle that took your anal virginity and then tried to auction off the other one, you find ways to cope."

"...I didn't know about that. That seems like a big -"

"Well, it happened before I was 18, and we did a fair bit to get the bastard taken care of; we wanted to keep it from being too public so I didn't have that hanging over me."

Vicki sat up, rubbing some of the cum from her face. Well, more accurately, rubbing it in that much further. She looked down at her fingers, considered asking for a towel, then discarded the idea. Not only was it doubtful that she was going to get one, but she didn't think that it would be worth trying to clean up, particularly with those massive balls still hanging over her head and that cock not quite going soft just yet. There was still more magic and more seed in there, and she knew where it was going to have to go.

At least the cock was shrinking a bit, and wouldn't end up pulling her insides outside. She reached for the belt holding her shorts on -

"Heh, just a warning. You take those shorts off, and we're not stopping until I'm shooting blanks," Luciana said.

Vicki paused, looking past that shaft to the maned wolf's face just above it. She arched an eyebrow.

"Somehow, I don't think that I'm going to start making good decisions now."

"Are you trying to lower my good opinion of you?"

"I think I'd have to give you a good opinion of me first," the vixen said.

"Little slut."

"Ah. No. That is one thing that I'm not."

"That's right. You get paid."

"And that makes all the difference."

Shaking her head, she shuffled her shorts down past her knees, and then kicked them past her cum-soaked feet. No sooner had they and her panties gone flying than she was flipped around, facing the floor with a large, flared cock pressing right against her pussy.

Well, I guess I did sign up for -

"NNNNNGH!"

...Okay. Might have underestimated the size of that just a bit...

The End

Summary: Vicki continues her interview with Luciana, and finds out why it's never a good idea to push someone like this too far.

Tags: F/H, Titjob, Breast Play, Size Difference, Herm Dom, Vixen, Maned Wolf, Horse Cock, Magic, Magic Idol, Ritual, Orgasm, Cum, Facial, Foot Fetish, Kitsune, Series, Interview,