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The trip back was fairly uneventful. The girl remained in her room as often as not. The time when she wasn't down there hiding, she was staring out at the world from the railing with wide eyes. I approached her one of those times and put a hand on her shoulder. She startled, then looked up at me and smiles.

"I was just looking," she said timidly.

"Nothing wrong with that," I replied, trying to keep it easy, "See anything interesting?"

She pointed out and I saw a herd of some kind running across between a plain between one forest and the next. A strange arc of bright light seemed to hook one creature to the next, magic maybe, or electricity,. either seemed amazing. "What are those?" she asked.

Veronica offered a reply from where she sat, cradling her large belly and looking lazy, "Those are arc deers. Make good meat, great fur, but very dangerous, especially in those herds."

She nodded stiffly, then looked back up at me, "This, uh. This is a very... nice... world," she said, but she sounded stiff, as if she was trying to be polite despite her true thoughts. I gently mussed the hair between her ears.

"You don't have to lie to me. I'm not from here either. It's all very weirdo and fascinating to me too." I crouched down in front of her and her eyes strayed down before a fierce blush overtook her snout and ears and she glanced away. I looked down to see what had caused the stir to see the head of my shaft dangling beneath the pittance I called a loincloth, easily visible and half hard. Oops. I gently squeezed her shoulder, "We're friends here, right?"

She glanced back at me, down, then back up, nodding quickly, "I've been rude again," she says, "You even went and got yourself clothed for my sake, and I have not even given my name." She cleared her throat and then curtsied in place low, knees bent out at an angle I was sure I would have fallen over trying to imitate, "I am Melissa Solversten. You may address me as Melissa." she said with formality.

I rose up to my full height and did my best formal bow. The quirk of a smile on her snout told me I had only amused her with my attempt, "A pleasure to meet you, m'lady. It is a great honor to be your guide in these savage lands."

Something slapped against my head from behind. I glanced in time to see a scroll case clatter to the deck, Veronica eying me from the same direction, "These lands are going to get more savage in a moment," she warned, "If you don't fetch me some chilled drink."

I leaned in to Melissa, "The queen demands, I must obey," and I scurried off to satisfy Veronica's urges. As her pregnancy advanced, she was prone to more odd fits of whimsy, but I loved her. I would do anything to keep her smiling, and she knew it, and she drove me like a taskmaster the moment any thought came to her hormone addled mind.

Introductions out of the way, the rest of the trip was spent leisurely, and we set down gently in the docks of the great city. The door to belowdecks suddenly burst open as a now familiar coyote popped her head out and pranced out onto the decks, "Oh, is this the place?" she asked, grinning, "Oh I'm going to do so well here! It's so pretty, and big! Look at all those people!" she skipped to the railing to stare at the bustling city below us as Veronica kept me busy with unloading.

Melissa seemed to share in the reformed witch's views, but still did not feel comfortable talking with or being too close to the coyote, reformed or not, and watched from further down the railing.

A guard approached the ship and checked Veronica's verious badges and seals before accepting her demand of several to gather and guide our prisoners to the house estate, the cultists we had rounded up. The witch did not go with her. "We killed the one responsible, she," she pointed at the coyote, "Is a new person. Reformed and blessed by the gods, we should not stop her from doing good because of some other, dead, person's actions."

I didn't have any argument for it, besides, the coyote now was nothing but kind, bubbly, and sincere. She also seemed quite taken with me, but we'll get back to that later, maybe.

We all, Melissa, Veronica, the coyote(Did I mention she named herself Hazel?), and I marched through the streets. Melissa was plastered to my side, looking shell shocked and stunned. I wrapped an arm around her and guided her forward. She didn't relax until we passed the great gates of the estate. The relative quiet bustle of the family home was a relief to her and she timidly took a half step away, still garbed in the towel she had before, which seemed to draw eyes to her from all directions as if she were naked running down a New York street.

The guards saluted as we approached the main manor, though their eyes wandered wonderingly over Veronica's swollen belly, then to Melissa's oddly covered body, and in turn to my covered crotch. "Ah, welcome madame. An... interesting outting?"

Veronica waved them off and marched inside, with the rest of us trailing behind her. "Melissa," she said, "Your room will be in this wing," she pointed, then grabbed a passing serving girl, three feet tall, not far from Melissa's own height, "You. Get Melissa a room here." she snapped. The serving girl dropped the towels she was holding and bobbled her head rapidly before grabbing for Melissa's hand and wrenching her away. Melissa squealed, and her blanket was left behind, much to her sad protestations as she was hauled off to her new room.

Before I could go to help her, Veronica waved us forward, "We have an appointment that we're already several weeks late for. Mother will not be happy with us."

We entered the main hall and I could see the Matriarch at the end of it, before the fireplace on a large pillow that cradled her aged form. She sat up as we came in, and her attendants were swift to adjust things for her. "My daughter returns from the wilds, and what news does she bring after so long afield?" she asks in that oddly quiet and yet booming voice that could reach us from across the hall with ease.

We did not reply until we were about half way, when Veronica stopped and gestured for us to stop as well. We kneeled a moment, then Veronica began to speak, "Good Mother, it lifts the spirits to be in your presence again."

The matriach waved a paw a Veronica, "It is good to see you too, but you have things to explain," She pointed directly for Veronica's midsection, "You are either in need of a curse removal, or you have done something... untoward."

Veronica's left paw moved under her round belly as she straightened herself out, "I have enhanced our holdings, good mother." She gestured with right paw back to me, "Step up, Todd."

I was at her side in a flash, though unsure what she had in mind. She reached with that paw and grabbed my loincloth in a quick dart, wrenching it free and leaving my member dangling in the breeze. "He is more virile than ever before, enhanced, blessed by the gods above and the earth below." she proclaimed with some pride.

The matriarch gave a faint incline of her head and one of her attendants, ears heavy with signs of magic and sorcery, rushed forward to me. She smiled at me, then dropped to her knees in front of her. Her soft vulpine hands had me to a raging erection in moments as she gently stroked and caressed along pressure points I didn't know I had. She flickered her tongue over the tip, tasting and looking critical a moment before she nodded, giving me a last squeeze that I wasn't sure was entirely professional.

"The stud is enhanced, Mother. I feel his vital energy is almost double that when he left. I would say it almost unhealthy, but the male seems to be holding it well and is ready to deliver it. A fine, no, a miraculous specimen," she bubbled in prise of me, and I felt heat building in my nose.

The matriarch nodded slowly, then pointed to Hazel, "And what of her? We do not usually deal with the desert folk. They are wild and unpredictable."

Hazel's ears dropped as if hurt a moment, then they bounced back up. She stepped up and curtsied, a motion she had learned from Melissa, "Begging your pardon, um, Mother. I am Hazel if I can speak for myself, yes? I am a wizard and I want to do good things. Veronica said I could help your family. I will not break any rules."

The Mother shook her head slowly, "Your guest is bold, but what are your words for her?" she demanded.

"The wizard, Hazel, is a blessing of the gods. Her body once belonged to a foul witch, but the gods, acting through the divine vessel of the Stud, drove her spirit free and flayed the evil from the flesh. what is left is pure as snow and good in intent. I feel it would be a slight to the gods to refuse her," explained Veronica as she reached and took Hazel's paw in her own and squeezed. "I will vouch for her character."

"Evil witch?" asks Mother, "And what Evil is this you speak of?"

Veronica nodded and pointed back where we came from, "As I am sure you heard, we have a fourth. She is a newcomer, whom was to be sacrificed. The witch was an enemy of rightful lust. She was a follower of the chaste ones." She pulled Hazel closer, "It is fitting that her body now be inhabited by one eagerly in faith to proper gods, I think."

The mother nodded slowly, "Is that in relation to the prisoners brought here earlier?"

"It is. They are cultists that followed the witch. They were not given reformation by the gods and must stand trial for their crimes against passion."

I stood there, not sure what to say. I was fairly sure anything I could say would just make things more complicated, so I watched everyone. The sorcerer that was feeling up my cock had fled quietly during the conversation, but other eyes were now fixated on my throbbing pole. I hadn't noticed before, but it did seem larger than it did before. My balls too, they pulled down at my body, heavy and pendulous. It seemed more noticeable when I was aroused, but I was usually... busy, at those times. It was just like after the pregnancy spell, but I thought that had faded. Not that the females of this world seemed to mind it at all. No, they were looking like starving people at a steak, waiting for a chance to leap on me.

"What of the girl," asked Mother, "You say she is an Outsider, like the stud, like the others. It is troublesome that so many are arriving in such a small time. We have gone years before without even hearing of one, now half a dozen within months." She frowned, seeming displeased. "Is she well?"

"Uh," I suddenly said, compelled to speak for Melissa, "She's OK, but she's a little nervous. She's not used to people being mostly naked, or hugging or kissing openly. I..." I started to turn red at the nose and ears again, "I took her virginity when we found her, she was chaste before then. She will need time to get used to things."

"Well then, we should have her here, exposed to what she will be facing, not hiding away in her room," countered Mother, "Or she will never get used to anything."

"I'll do what I can," I quickly spoke up, "But at her rate. She's very frightened. I don't want to push her. Uh, may I check on her?" The mother gestured for me to go, but as I reached the door, her voice carried to me clearly.

"You will have to be punished for breeding Veronica without permission, prize stud, even you have rules to follow." By the time I turned to look at her, she was facing the other two, talking about something else. I shivered, and pushed out of the hall to find Melissa.

I managed to find my way back there almost on my own before all the hallways started to look the same. The servants were all stopping as I passed, staring directly at my groin. What had that sorcerer done? Whatever buttons she'd pressed, I was still hard as ever, even dripping a bit as I went. It was embarrassing. To me, anyway, the ladies seemed to think it was the hottest thing they ever saw. One even stepped before me and pointed at it, "May I help you m'lord?" she asked with a hungry look in her eyes.

I wanted to get to Melissa, not play with a random serving girl, even if she was a cute fox. "No, thank you," I told her. She moved aside, disappointed looking, but not pressing the matter. I scurried past her and suddenly stopped. Something had slapped my nose. Not physically, a smell. I raised my snout and drew in air powerfully. A lot of aroused females directly in my vicinity, and one scent that seemed to call to me. I followed it to a door and knocked gently. Melissa's voice called from the other side, and soon it opened.

She looked up at me with tear stained face, eyes puffy and one hand clutching to a fresh towel she had found to garb herself with. I moved in and closed the door behind me, and only just then noticed that she had spun around and was shivering fiercely.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"You're...."

Oh, right. I grabbed another blanket and draped it on. I was pitching a tent, literally, I felt so long. She did turn then though, and rushed up to grab and squeeze one of my legs tightly, "Todd, I don't understand. Everyone wants to see me and touch me. They won't let me alone for a moment! I had to chase that serving girl out with a broom before I could have any peace," she bawled, wetting my towel as she shivered against me.

I reached down and hefted her up, cradling her against me and petting her slowly with light soothing noises. She slowly calmed down against me, and I tried to explain, "It's just how things work here. They're not trying to be rude. They think you're pretty, so they want to see you, and brush your hair and touch you. It's a sign that they like you."

She clenched at the fur of my chest in her paws tightly, "I don't want to be liked that way. It feels so weird."

I rolled my ears back, then asked, "Did it feel nice when I touched you, when we were together?"

She turned red at the ear tips and quieted a moment before she slowly nodded, "Yes..." she whispered.

"How good did it feel?" I asked her.

She smiled crookedly, snuggling against me, "It was wonderful, like what I imagined Heaven would feel like. Everything was perfect... The servant asked if I fucked you, is that fucking? She wanted to fuck me. She's not even a boy!"

I nodded slowly and pet through her hair, "Girls can fuck too, it's different, but it can be good, uh, I hear..." I murmured, unsure of the topic, "But, yes, we did, and it was the best fuck I ever had," I nipped one of her reddened ears and she squeaked before hugging me tightly around the neck, then slipped to the ground. The motion made me aware of my cock again. It was finally softening, hanging at half mast. I thought a moment again, she did seem to be making some progress.

"There's nothing wrong," I said, "With fucking in this world. The next time someone from the family offers, try it. If you aren't having fun, you can say so, they'll stop. No one forces anyone." I flashed a bright grin, "Unless you're a Stud, then people will hop on your tool if you give them half a chance."

I wasn't sure why I said that, but she was suddenly giggling loudly, and I guessed it was alright. "I would," she suddenly admitted, then ran away, into the closet.

I patted myself down, checking my harness as a thought came to me. I found the small money pouch Veronica had given me and pulled out a few coins, "Melisssa," I called. She poked her head out from the closet, looking at me with a shy smile.

"Take these. Have one of the servants take you into town and get something to wear. You don't have to be entirely naked. You noticed the girls here all wear something, just not much, so go get something you like. My treat."

She came up and accepted the handful of heavy coins, staring at them like they were made of enchanted gold. Though, come to think, maybe they were. "Daddy never gave me money to spend myself before," she said.

I reached to ruffle the top of her head, "You're not a little girl anymore. You're a woman. Women have to learn how to handle money. So go, have fun," I said with a smile. She wrapped her arms around my middle as best she could, squeezing with all her little strength, then dashed out the door, one hand holding the coins, the other, her blanket.

I left her room and a servant rushed up to me. One of the underdeveloped females. She eyed my cock hungrily, though it was covered in the towel, "Pardon me, Stud, but the Matriarch has rules about Studs and their garments," she said, reaching for the towel. I tried to swat her away, but despite, or perhaps even because of, her slight body, she dodged around my big paws and yanked the towel free.

"Besides," she said, "Why would anyone want to hide... that?" she asked, gesturing at the big, if now limp, member. "May I?"

I shook my head.

"Hmmph, maybe later, m'lord. Veronica calls for you to be at the hall this evening for dinner," she said, finally passing the message she was sent to give. She turned away from me and raised her tail to taunt, "If you change your mind," she said, before sauntering away. The look was almost amusing, since her body had no woman's curve to it. She was low ranking, without the infusion of a stud, she would remain as she is.

Well, Veronica needed me somewhere at evening, I had until then to myself. I retired to my room and gussied up. I hadn't had time or tools in a while to take care of all this fur properly. You don't know how trying it can be to groom a pelt, unless you happen to be a pet groomer? No? You haven't a clue. Feeling refreshed, I picked out some shiny baubles to hang from my harness and set out to the main hall. Dinner would be starting in not long.

When I pushed into the hallway, it was oddly empty. A lone squirrel looked up from where she had half fallen asleep. she pointed onwards, "They're in the garden. The Mother said it would be an outdoor meal today," Then she settled right back to her dozing.

I moved where she pointed and emerged from the manor out into the gardens. Flowers of many colors were fluttering in the mild breeze, filling the air with a sweet scent. People were scattered about in clumps, gossiping away. My ears flickered towards them.

"Look how big he's gotten..."

"She's round as a blimp"

"Triplets!"

"If I had a minute..."

Eyes wandered over me shamelessly as I passed by people, looking for anyone I recognized. A hand darted out and grabbed me from a bush and I yelped like a girl in surprise. An amused laugh came from the hedge as Veronica pushed her bulk out to be in front of me, "There you are, my stud," she said, leaning in to kiss my cheek, "Come along, our punishment starts now."

"Now?" I asked with confusion as she hauled me through the party towards a central table.

"Todd, this is Eve," she said, gesturing at an underdeveloped female fox. She looked familiar, my nose told me. The same female as before, from the hallway. "Eve is going to become a full adult of the clan."

"Uh, congratulations, Eve." I said, offering a paw.

She looked at the paw oddly a moment, then reached for it, bringing it up to her snout to suckle at one of my fingertips a moment, "Don't congratulate me yet, Stud." She whispered lightly, tail flicking behind her excitedly.

Veronica frowned a moment, then sighed, "Todd, You are to infuse Eve tonight, before dinner begins. With her blossoming, we will then celebrate in feast."

I frowned myself, "Oh? Ah..." It was becoming clear how this punishment was working. That old witch! She'd make Veronica watch me fuck this person that meant nothing to either of us, just so she could stew in jealousy. "Well, Eve, Shall we?" I asked. Better to get it over with, I figured, besides, Eve didn't do anything wrong. She seemed nice enough. Just a pawn in the game. I squeezed her paw and took her towards where I had spotted Mother seated.

Mother looked up as I approached, "Ah, you found your partner for dinner. I trust you will treat her well," she said, though the tone was not questioning, "We expect a good showing of that enhanced virility of yours. The other houses will be cursing our names in envy when they hear her screams tonight."

Eve was clutching my paw fiercely at Mother's words, trembling with giddy excitement. I wasn't sure I could perform quite that well, but, well, it's worked out so far. I nodded to Mother, "Are there any ceremonial pastries I should have in hand?"

"You're getting better at this," she crooned in praise, then snapped a finger. The sorcerer from before stepped up, winking at me, then grabbing a cart to wheel alongside the main table, laden with heavy looking pies and cakes.

She shouted out to all, "Behold these, blessed by the gods of bounty, pleasure, and lust. May they watch over us, and bless the sacred union of stud and child as she becomes woman tonight." She made an odd symbol in the air, then scurried off past me. As she went, she brushed against me, whispering quickly, "If you want to feel those paws again, you have but to ask for me." And she was gone.

All eyes were on us now, Eve and I. I hefted her up feet from the ground, her face against mine, and I kissed her. I felt her tongue press against my lips and I let my tongue run along hers, rougher, and invade her mouth. She tasted sweet, but a little tart too, unripe fruit, waiting for my magic. She had her eyes closed, already in the grips of a fierce pleasure even from the kiss. I drew my snout away and looked to the crowd, "This fine bitch has waited long years and served faithfully. Tonight, she will become a woman at the end of my cock."

A loud cheer erupted through the garden and paws crashed together in loud clapping approval. Some sort of royal crier took this as as a cue to start reading the accomplishments of Eve, but I ignored them in favor of setting Eve to her feet and reaching for the tray. Cheese cake? Hmm, it was normally fluffy pies, but cheese cake would work, tasty too. I noticed it was already sliced and took a slice free, holding it before her mouth, "Eve, do you swear to serve faithfully as a woman to all the clan's needs?"

"I will serve with all my might, the bards will sing of my deeds," she rhymed with me, then opened her snout.

I offered her the cake and she bit into it, sharp teeth slicing through the sweet cake, swallowing slowly. She seemed sincerely surprised when I pushed the rest against her, smearing the food across her pretty little snout. "You accept a little, you'll get a lot, this path you take, with danger is fraught." I sang to her as I grabbed the rest of the cake, "The rewards are vast, the pitfalls are deep, this is your last chance to say the price is too steep."

She shudders violently from toes to twitching ears as she shook her head, "I would die for the clan, but that is not my plan. I will be clever and fast, this test I will pass, you speak of the cost I will pay, but I only look forward to that day." She reached for my hands then, drawing the cake towards herself, splattering across her head, raining down across back and flat chest, the magic of it tingling through both of our bodies. I could feel my manhood becoming rapidly hard as I reached for a frothy looking pie.

"Then I welcome you to motherhood. I pray you will act as you should. I present you with the mark of the grown, for the wit and honor that you have shown." I pressed the pie against her front, reaching to smear the sugary stuff into her fur like it was shampoo, working it in deep as she started to moan and wriggle as if I was already breeding her. I could feel Veronica's eyes on me. Poor girl, but there was little I could do for her.

Eve squirmed in my hands suddenly, turning her back to me, "My patience is gone, my sex cries aloud, plunge your tool deep inside me, make the clan proud!" she screamed in a shrill tone. Compelled, I did not hesitate, suddenly balls deep inside of her, feeling her body wrap around me light a tight gripping fist. Her squeal echoed out across the manor yards. Maybe the neighbors really did hear. My hands grabbed for her slender hips and I started pounding into her as she barked and cried. Despite the intense volume of my partner, and my own soft grunts and moans, a faint sound suddenly reached my ears.

I glanced to the right to see Melissa emerging from the crowd. She was dressed outlandishly, with a Victorian dress that, somehow, managed to pale even the one she had arrived in. It covered almost every part of her body, and was enough of an oddity that many people had stopped watching me rut the woman to be to gawk openly at the outlandishly dressed little girl.

Eve whispered urgently, "Don't be distracted, my stud, my love, I need the cream of your passion within my stove. The frosting of my cake, the top of my pie. If you don't complete me, I fear I will die!"

I wrenched my eyes away from Melissa, who was gawking at my public exhibition with a stunned expression even as I swung abruptly, slamming Eve down onto the top of the pastry tray. The poor thing dented under the vixen, who only yelped in pleasure, somehow protected by our fierce ritual. The sweets splattered wide, across her back and the ground all around us, my legs and feet sticky with the stuff as I rutted into her with renewed ferocity.

I grabbed for her chest without thinking about it, to find that there was something to grab. Our passions were awakening her body as my heavy balls slowly trickled magic into her thirsty soul. I squeezed at her small but growing breasts, caressing them as I rocked her in savage thrusts into her yielding and eager form. Her legs hooked around my middle as she wailed, body going taught around me. I felt my vision dim as my cannon readied a shot. With a last push, it exploded into her.

A loud snap was heard by all, and I could feel her body altering under me, her hips suddenly rounding out with an ecstatic cry. She was not girlish looking anymore, but a woman, a horny slutty woman that wanted her womb filled with my seed. I reached around her, hefted her and spun her on my cock, slamming her face down into the tray without harm, other than making a mess of her new breasts in the sugary remnants of pie and cake. I grabbed at those new round hips and ground against her, "The gods smile!" I shouted for the benefit of the crowd. I didn't really want to say anything, this was taking all my energy, "See how round she becomes." I grabbed her sides and hauled her upright against me, fucking her from behind, bouncing her against my steely tool as her breasts become larger with every push.

The crowd was now captivated, forgetting the strangely dressed girl, for the moment, to watch the waif become a devastatingly pretty woman. She looked over her shoulder, "Please, now, I'm ready," she urged, clenching around me. Her words, her body, it all urged me. I drew her up until only a few inches remained in her, then pulled her thunderously down, piercing up into the root of her soul before allowing my seed to fill her utterly. Her belly rounded, her voice grew a little deeper with maturity and her hair swept downwards to ass length as she shuddered. My hands gripped at her heavy D cup breasts as she closed her eyes, passing out at last, now entirely a woman of the clan.

I sagged back with her. A servant hurried as if her life depended on it, and got a stool under me before I could sink to the ground. I cradled Eve gently as she slept. I could hear someone speaking loudly and glanced up to see Melissa speaking with Veronica. Melissa looked quite upset, and was shouting about something. I couldn't quite focus on it. Apparently bringing girls to womanhood was a very draining thing to do. I let my own eyes close for a breather.