Wishes
Treasures like none other had seen, he'd demanded. Treasures, riches, and a willing and exotic, erotic female who was his and who would obey her man. Treasures, a female, and eternity to enjoy these things. These three wishes were a standby just in case, and he'd happened on the perfect situation. And then the strange little fox had told him that three wishes were his, and, like a fool, a young fool, a human fool, a fool amongst men, he'd wished his three, and was granted what he asked for. However, he'd never thought to consider how they could be warped. Cautionary tales never were his forte, and as the small fox said "granted" and disappeared, so too the forest he'd been in disappeared around him, rocky walls of a well lit cave replacing the trees in his vision.
The cave was, of course, filled with treasures - treasures beyond his wildest dreams. More gold and silver, exotic gems and beautiful sculptures from the most exquisite materials and crafted by the best hands in, what he figured, had to be the universe. They were his for eternity, obviously, but where was his second wish? He turned on the spot, looking for signs of his woman, a beauty like no eyes had seen before, always willing to be engaged sexually with himself, but capable of restraint. Yes, she would worship at his feet, and he would conquer the world with his riches. Where was she?
His search led him to step from where he'd arrived, and began making his way through the piles of precious and exotic metals, gems, coins and assorted sculptures and implements. His search led him across a mirror, where he stopped to view himself. He was not the most attractive man, with a bit of a gut, flabby un-exercised legs, and scrawny arms; his skin was pasty beneath his jeans and t-shirt ensemble, his face specked with acne, his black hair tousled and unwashed. He wasn't attractive, but he was rich now. Where was she?
He looked back to the mirror, and something had changed. In the full length mirror, he could see he was standing on his toes, the heels of his sneakers having lifted a number of inches from the ground. He felt no strangeness in this, although trying to lower himself down again felt uncomfortable and caused his toes to press hard at the confines of the shoe. At the same time, he felt a strange warmth tingling down his spine, failing to terminate just above his butt; instead it felt as if he had more spine there, a tingling emerging from his back end, and in the mirror, he could see the growing tube of flesh and bone, as well as the black fur sprouting from it, as it emerged from between his t-shirt and his drooping jeans. The fur blossomed as the tail finished growing, and a familiar vulpine flag raised demurely from his back. His shoes felt tighter, and fear began to settle into his mind. Fear, and something else.
Tight shoes took his attention away from that, and he leaned back into a pile of gold coins, kicking off his shoes, watching as his feet grew long. Claws perforated the socks first, then thick toes emerged, only four of them at first, but he felt something on the insides of his feet, like the fifth had survived. Snow white fur coated the toes, and the paws they were attached to, and snaked through the fabric of the failed socks that lingered at his ankle as his foot stretched beyond their length. His heel was gone, underside of his foot replaced by a hock, and he dared not actually stand, for fear of hurting himself. He looked forward at the mirror, staring at the paws, at the black pads underneath. He twiddled his toes, ensuring they were his. Then he felt the fur creeping up past what used to be ankles in correct anatomy.
His thighs lost fat, and his paws grew larger by that ample amount. Tenseness in the muscles reflected new-found strength, and a cramp in his crotch caused him to yelp. Truth be told, the yelp didn't sound like he'd expect to come from his mouth. Instead, it was more like an animal's yelp, a yip or a bark, or even a squawk. The pressure subsided, and was replaced by a growing heat, an arousal the brought his member to strict attention under his pants and demanded his hands, two appendages he'd forgotten for the moment. Now as he brought his hands before him, did he see snow white fur covering them, his fingers having become short and chunky, almost paw like, but for some reason he thought them relatively demure for their form. The forearms, halfway up, where white, and then black, he saw, rose up arms that were slender and toned, up under his shirt sleeves.
This was of minimal importance, though, considering the growing arousal, and he struggled with his jeans, the new claws becoming quite the nuisance. This delay was causing the arousal to grow stronger, but it was strange, as his cock should be getting harder and larger, but beneath his troublesome jeans the pole that propped them up was seeming to grow shorter. Relief came as his pants grew looser, and he felt that same taut tightness in the muscles of his stomach and buttocks. A quick glance to the mirror quickly put the fright back in him, however. The mass that had gone from his belly, his rear, and his sides, allowing him to now push his pants down and out of the way, exposing the black and white fur of his legs and crotch respectively, that mass had merely migrated, and sensitive twin mounds of flesh now protruded from his chest.
The importance of his arousal was becoming more and more as he pushed the pants down, the sight of breasts on his own body was distressing, but even moreso was the fact that as he pushed down his boxers, the imposing shaft he'd been trying to get to, the one that'd begged him to try his hand at, his new hand no less, this shaft had dwindled to a little nub, and his balls were nowhere to be seen. In their stead, there was a cleft of flesh, hidden in the white fur, screaming to be touched and played with. He obliged, his fingers probing it, feeling as the cleft opened up inside, a single passageway molded to his intrusion, while a larger area opened itself up under the lips of fur, alight with pleasure-sensing nerve endings, only serving to fuel his - no, not his, but her fire. A single finger pressed adventurously into the new sex, while simultaneously something pressed out in her peripheral vision. A muzzle, painted above in black, below in white, and specked with whiskers, it forced her eyes closed.
When she opened them, the vixen's face greeted her, the large ears laid back from both fear and submissive pleasure. She was her own dream girl, more exotic than anything known to man, more beautiful than anything she'd ever seen. Her wish come true, seated on a pile of gold, a finger plunged into her dripping snatch, masturbating furiously, her long and lush tail flagging to one side from the arousal, her jeans down at the floor under paws still wrapped in destroyed white socks. The t-shirt hung limply over her firm belly and was filled by the easily palmable breasts, erect nipples pressing through thick fur to print on the shirt. The whole sight was surreal and erotic, with the only flaw being that the female she saw wasn't supposed to be her, it was supposed to be hers.
That disturbing fact competed with the massive sensation of arousal that was permeating her being, traversing from her snatch to her tailhole, both demanding something fill them. From there it spiked up her spine and down her legs, lighting her breasts on fire, as well as her whole torso, and ended in her mind, forcing itself to her face, her mouth feeling a yearning to suck on something long and skinny, her tail frizzing, her legs yearning for touch, her paws begging to be played with, her whole body, her whole essence, needing a mate, a male mate. She needed her man, and this thought echoed in a mind that was fighting to remind itself that the man she needed was the man she was.
Something in the mirror caught her attention, and the fight in her mind quieted as the movement distracted her. The tall hunk of a fox that was emerging from the piles of treasure looked so familiar. She knew she could place him, and her thoughts turned back to the animal she'd struck a deal with, with the same dark orange and black fur pattern. This was no animal, however. This fox was sized like a man, walked on two legs, and her attention came to his crotch, where she saw he boasted a sizable sheath. Her mouth watered, her mind rebelled. The fox spoke. "You like my gifts, I see," something about it didn't seem to qualify it as a query, "You had some interesting desires for your dream mate, but I must apologize, the only one I had to oblige you that dream mate was myself, and while an eternity as a horny little slut is appealing on a level, I don't find it in my list of things to do today."
She pulled the finger from her snatch as he spoke, fighting back the heat, the hunger, and in a husky, sex starved voice, she spoke, "Why did you-," however, her question had been answered and with the way he was approaching, she suddenly had worries of another intention. The fact that his shaft was starting to protrude from his sheath only served to enhance those worries.
"Instead, I think I'll take to owning one. A rich slut, of course. This treasure is yours, and you may do with it as you please. However, I think you'll please to guard it. And, well, for that girl of yours worshiping at your feet," he paused, "Well, perhaps when I'm not here, but when I am here, you should probably come worship at my paws"
The heat raged back through her body, and she lurched up towards the other fox, her man, her master. She didn't want to want it so badly. She didn't want this desire to obey, but as she fell to all fours and crawled towards the fox's large paws, the sheer pleasure of obedience quieted the former master of her masculine mind. It was when she arrived to him that she saw that which explained it all. Behind him waved a sea of tails. She didn't bother to count, however, only to note it. Kitsune, creatures of trickery and magic. It was superfluous information, now, however, and she busied herself, instead, with pressing her muzzle to his left paw, new lips forming an awkward kiss. Oh, how she wanted him inside her right now, and yet for some reason this was satisfactory.
The paw's fur was soft on her lips, and she kissed it again, before burying her nose between his toes, inhaling deeply, pulling the heady musk from his paws into her sensitive vulpine nose and savoring it. She grovelled there, kissing his paw, soon after beginning to lick them as the thought occurred to her regarding her vulpine nature, her tongue washing over the top of his paw, but never venturing up his leg. When he leaned back and planted his rear in a pile of gold, she paused only momentarily, re-adjusting to keep herself close. When he brought his other paw up and placed it atop her head, she nearly lost it. This was her purpose, these paws her religion, and she worshipped at them, entirely and with complete focus, basking in their scent, their feel, and their taste.
Thoughts of wishes ill-granted swirled in her mind as her tongue swirled around the pads, dipping into the bitter fur of his footpaws. She had wished for riches, but not to be free to do with them as she pleased, and so she lived amongst them, a part of them. She had wished for a female, erotic and obedient to her man, but never said she was to be the man. She had wished for an eternity. She gave the briefest shudder at the thought as remnants of someone no longer in charge in the mind cried out in horror.
"I can see you understand," came the fox's voice above her head. It required no response, so she continued her worship, inhaling along the top of his right paw, while rubbing the top of her head into the pads of his left. His chuckle barely filtered into her mind. Instead, she contemplated why she wasn't plunging her fingers into her snatch while she did this. An act of rebellion, she eventually decided, against this control he was exerting.
"You smell aroused," the fox said, sniffing openly at the air around them, "Are you aroused? Tell me."
"Yes..." The word melted out of her mouth without a thought.
"Why don't you show me where it aches...where you need me."
At first, she didn't quite understand his meaning, but it dawned on her after a moment, and she rose, obediently, pointing between her legs, leaning back and spreading her legs for him to see her engorged vulpine sex, dampened with her arousal, her wagging vulpine tail spreading her scent for his nose. Her belly and crotch arched towards him, and her balance wavered.
"That's what I thought. Turn around."
She complied, straightening up slightly..
"Bend over."
She practically fell forward, her tail rising up, laying over eagerly. She knew what was coming next as her master rose and brought himself up behind her.
He rose and padded towards her presenting body, a rough sound coming from the back of his throat, almost a growl, but almost not.
"I suppose I should give you a name, my dear vixen."
Her response was hesitant, "But, but I have a name." She searched her mind for the identity she once held. She found nothing, however, it, like so much else, had been snatched from her by this one she now knew to be her master.
"Yes, you do." The fox said as he stood, admiring the pert rear and laid over tail. His nostrils flared to take in her scent and soon after he spoke, giving a japanese lilt to the pronunciation "Meira"
It was as if it all came rushing back upon his mentioning of that name to her. That was her name, her identity. How could she have forgotten her own name? Meira didn't dwell, however, on this realization. Her master had slipped up behind her in the moment already wasted. His pointed tip touched her nethers, causing her to go rigid.
The fox grasped under her belly, pulling himself close to her his hips meeting hers as he filled her and fulfilled her. Meira's low moan of pleasure encouraged her master, and he withdrew slowly, letting her tight tunnel recover only momentarily before he speared her again, this time faster. Each time after, faster, his pace building with each following thrust. He began to bark softly with each thrust, losing himself to the pleasure.
Meira's moans grew in tempo and volume as his thrusts built upon themselves. She was virgin tight, and here he was stretching her with her first use. This was her place, though, was it not? Under her master, a tight tunnel for his pleasure. His thrusts fulfilled her very purpose, and that alone was enough to send her to the very edges of pleasure, her mind washed of all thought save for how to properly hold her body up, and grind back against him. Her knees tried to buckle but once, and her master's arms held her up, his thrusts continuing to pick up speed and intensity, until that hard knot at the base of his cock was driving into her, spreading her wider than she could comprehend, and at the same time telling her he was nearly done. She didn't want it to be over.
The fox's knot slipped into Meira's tight depths, and refused to come out. A few tugs ensured it was firmly seated, and his pattern shifted, each thrust shorter, more enthusiastic. He leant forward, suppressing the animalistic announcements of his affections, his body tensing as he grew nearer to his climax. He spoke, softly and haltingly, speech coming second to his sexual actions, "Meira," he practically panted out, "You may cum with me....or after me." His hips took orders from someone else, halting their thrusts in the forward position for the briefest of instants, pressing him deep inside her. His whole body clenched, and he pulled Meira back against himself, coaxing a surprised yelp from her muzzle, seating himself as deeply inside of her as he possibly could as his seed began to fill the vixen's depths.
Meira's orgasm could not wait. She had fulfilled her very purpose, bringing pleasure to her master, and her body rewarded this behavior with a climax that built on itself, her mind washing again until all that was left was the pleasure that came from her obedience and fulfillment. Her eyes unfocused. She squirted, her hot orgasm streaming back into his balls, dripping down onto the floor, her whole body flooded with endorphins, her existence turned to pure pleasure. They held that pose for what could have been an eternity, before her master's grip shifted, and he withdrew forcibly, his knot popping from her sex, causing his seed to spill as she tightened up following his withdrawal.
Meira slowly crouched down, turning to face her master, her knees weak, her body spent. however, before she could even gather up a single thought, one forced itself on her. Her master's cock was hanging directly in front of her face, their scents intermingled on it. The thought that filled her head was simple. His cock and balls were in need of cleaning, and her tongue immediately emerged to take care of this. She barely even realized that she'd leaned forward and wrapped her muzzle around his length until she'd started sucking the sexual juices from his red length. Her tongue scrubbed his member in her maw, ensuring his cleanliness. She swallowed readily, the needy sensation that had filled her muzzle earlier now feeling sated as she suckled him clean of their sexual activities.
Meira barely felt her master's hand on her head, the soothing words of praise caused her ears to wilt into pure submission. Her mouth fulfilled its purpose, and she knew now what her life was. As his cock emerged from her mouth, slick and cleaned, she moved her tongue to his sheathe and balls, tongue savoring the tangy perfection of her orgasmic stream as it mixed with his musk. She finished cleaning him and withdrew, handpaws coming down to sit between her footpaws, leaving her crouched there, but at the same time sitting like a pet. She didn't look up. she looked back down at his footpaws, ears laid back, subservient to him.
Her master gave her head a gentle pat, before he turned and began to walk away. "Stay here with your treasure, Meira. I have other things to attend to."
Meira watched him go, and yet her eyes never left his footpaws as he disappeared into the vastness of the riches she both owned and didn't own. Once her master was gone, her mind began to turn. What she had just done, how it had felt, and even how she was sitting there. Her wishes had been granted. Now she just must live with the consequences. She remembered something he'd said earlier, and she looked down at her own footpaws. Perhaps she could worship at her own feet, but it felt rather wrong. Instead, she stood and looked around. If this was her treasure, and hers to keep and to guard, and in the vastness a sense of duty overtook her. She began to walk, a purpose realized, a duty fulfilled. She walked the vast treasure keep. She looked for an exit, perhaps she'd find it so she may stand guard at it, but she knew she could never leave. Her wishes had been granted. Perhaps, she decided, she ought to be more careful next time.