You are Daichi, an esteemed noble turned monster hunter after all of
the serfs working on your land were mysteriously massacred in the
night. You have gone through rigorous (and expensive) training at your
behest to avenge your subjects and bring atonement to the surely
hideous monster that has committed such a crime.

It's all come to this. Your months of training have honed your nerves
and reflexes and you are almost certain you can take on whatever is
thrown at you. Those poor families will finally be avenged, and you
will finally achieve your burning desire for revenge. You take a
moment to reflect on what has led you here, to the front door of this
large manor in the woods. You refused any assistance from the elite
samurai that protect your family, as you could not bear to see any
more lives lost. You are certain that you have pinpointed exactly what
sort of monster or spirit was responsible for the massacre: A kitsune.
Though not usually known for being overtly hostile, usually preferring
nasty or cruel trickery, you believe that some would go to these
lengths for nothing more than entertainment.

Through dutiful observation and tracking taught to you by your father,
an experienced hunter, you reside at the entrance to the beast's lair,
ready to bring it down by any means necessary. You carry with you
lethal poison, a short-bladed spear, a small dagger, and a bow and
arrow, alongside a quiver. You hope that this meager armament is
enough to serve you well. You declined to carry anything heavier for
fear of being overwhelmed if it were to come to that. You take a deep
breath. You are ready.

You gently open the door, careful to avoid making unnecessary noise.
You are greeted by a large open space, and you feel a gust of cold,
supernatural wind. It smells rather dusty, though you get the feeling
this place is well cared for. It is very dark, though the moon shines
through the windows and illuminates elegant old rugs and a grand
staircase, fitted with a tarnished wooden banister. It seems quiet,
but there is definitely something in here with you. Out of the corner
of your eye, something catches your attention. When you look over at
it, it has vanished. Then, it appears again, in plain sight. It
appears to be some kind of turquoise flame, floating and shimmering in
the air. It darts behind a corner into a long, eerie hallway. Tch.
Foxfire.

You have heard of this. The wily spirits use these to lure innocent
and unsuspecting travelers to their doom. It appears that whatever
lives here is attempting to do the same. At the very least, this
confirms that what you're after is indeed a kitsune. You follow it, as
you know the monster themself lies at the end of the trail. Torches
light themselves as you pass. Your heart thumps in your chest but you
remain steady as you come to a small, relatively unadorned door at the
end of the hallway. The wisp rushes underneath the door, practically
asking you to enter it.

You twist the knob and enter. It seems to be nothing more than a
supply closet (albeit, an abnormally large one) with empty, abandoned
shelves and various cleaning supplies. The foxfire sits in the center
of the room, and... begins to multiply. In an instant, the room is
full of shimmering, ethereal flames much the same as the one you've
been following. Their brightness is immense, and you can scarcely see.
Then, all at once, they dissipate, and your quarry is standing right
in front of you. The kitsune.

"Good evening, Daichi. I'll give you a moment to rest. It didn't take
you very long to find me, did it? Rather impressive. So why then, is
it that you're dead set on the wrong target? I had nothing to do with
the slaughter. Honest. Though I suppose that doesn't mean much from
somebody like me, hm? My reputation precedes me, I suppose."

You are certain that you have never met this being before. Their
clear, feminine voice does sound genuine, but you know these creatures
possess a silver tongue and will say anything to get what they want.
Her fur is rusty red, and though it should be coarse, it looks silky
smooth and tirelessly manicured. She wears a robe of silk and
decorated with golden thread. Rather unlike a regular fox, she
possesses four sinuous, fluffy tails. It is said that the more tails a
kitsune has, the older and wiser they are. This could be a challenge.
She smirks at you. You ready your spear. "I see my honesty has failed
to sway you. Disappointing. I was hoping to avoid a fight... I'm not
much of a brawler. I do so wish we could resolve this peacefully.
You'll wish you listened in about, say, ten minutes? I'll try and do
this quickly. You're a good man."

How confident. Over quickly, indeed. You draw your spear and charge.
She appears to be unarmed, but you know better than to underestimate
her. She stands in place, seemingly unfazed by the blade rushing
towards her. You are not sure what she is up to, but if she is willing
to provide a free opportunity, then you will gladly take it. In an
instant, just as you reach her, she vanishes into thin air. Before you
can turn around, you hear "Nothing personnel, kid." You are shoved
forward by a kick to the back, knocking you to the ground. "Do you see
now what you've gotten into? I hope so. Otherwise, I'll have to beat
it out of you." You get to your feet while she gloats. It will take
more than that to fell you.

"A shame. Oh well. Come at me again, I'm sure it'll work this time."
You stand still and stare for a moment. "What is it? Considering
surrender already?" You huff. "You should speak less, monster." She
grins. "Oh, but why would I do that? It's more fun to taunt you." You
attack her again and again, rarely landing a hit but sufficiently
exhausting both of you. You pull back, glaring at each other. Her
cocky smile falters for a moment, giving way to frustration and
fatigue. "This has been fun, but I've been far too lenient on you. I
think it's time we end this." The thought that you are outmatched
never even crosses your mind. That is, until you see her tails begin
to glow…

You are, for once, caught completely unprepared when her tails shoot
out from behind her, racing towards you faster than you can react.
They wrap around your body tightly, completely constricting your
movement and leaving your legs kicking beneath you pathetically.
Slowly, but surely, you begin to rise in the air. Her smile has
returned, though with a distinctively malevolent air- this is the part
where you get seriously injured. Perhaps you should have brought
company.

You can scarcely breathe as she leers at you, debating what to do with
your helpless form.

You twist and writhe to no avail. "Oh, I have an idea! How disgusting.
Hmm, I think I'll... tenderize the meat a bit first." With little
warning, she slams your body into the wall, instantly knocking the
breath out of your lungs and leaving you reeling. She gives you a
little bit of time to catch your breath before doing the same thing
over again. Your whole body aches, more and more each time she
mercilessly casts your body against the walls. Not quite enough to
break your bones, but just enough to thoroughly and completely remove
any energy you had left. You are battered and bruised, thrown every
which way at the whim of this beast, who watches from nearby with
contentment.

"That should be enough. I hope you're feeling alright. I wouldn't want
you getting... too hurt. Spoil the fun. Now... Let's get this
started." With that, she throws you to the ground hard enough you skip
along the wooden floor a bit. Ouch. You are having trouble breathing,
let alone moving. You actually have time to catch your breath, pained
as it is. You see her walking towards you, in a manner that almost
seems ghostly. Her pawlike feet scarcely touch the ground, as if she's
actually walking a bit above it. She smiles with satisfaction at your
uneasy expression. She gets closer and closer until eventually, she
stands towering above your supine body.

You dare not rise. Your bravado has thoroughly diminished and you can
only hope you leave this encounter alive. When you return, you will
not underestimate her again. Seemingly out of nowhere, she begins to
undo her robe. Tch. Is that expected to distract you? You were never
much affected by temptations of the flesh, but your training has all
but eliminated any desire you might otherwise have felt. Her body is
much the same underneath, covered in soft, scarlet-colored fur. She is
unexpectedly toned, the thin outline of abdominal muscles visible
beneath her fur. The kind of functional, austere strength that comes
with living a life like hers is not flashy, but it serves its purpose.
This is not to say her body is rock-solid, however. Her fur is thick
and luxurious, and the flesh underneath is soft and yields to the
touch. A man could become lost in there!

She turns around, revealing what is likely the more stunning half of
her body. Obviously, her four tails dominate your vision, being the
main feature of her backside. They are red, like her, and their
intense shining from before has subsided to a milder glimmering. They
are exceptionally well-groomed, likely a point of pride for the
kitsune. Her tails look obscenely soft, their furry lengths swaying
from side to side. You admit that if given the opportunity, you would
touch fluffy tail. Oh, do you want to…

Ahem. Almost undeniably the second most impressive facet of her body,
her hefty buttocks are tight and just as muscular as the rest of her,
though they are paradoxically plush and jiggly and they ripple a small
bit with every movement she makes. Her thighs and legs are meaty, yet
slim and elegant. You know they hide their fair share of strength as
well, as you were on the receiving end of more than a few kicks.

She begins to speak again. "I hope you're enjoying the view. It is not
often I show myself to humans, let alone in such a revealing manner.
Unfortunately, though, it comes with a price. Nothing too awful. It
might even be fun, if you enjoy this sort of thing. Anyway, I'll admit
I have something of a... disgusting hobby. One that I don't get the
opportunity to indulge much anymore. I used to much more frequently,
but I began to feel sympathy for those poor villagers. For you,
though, I think I can make an exception... Try to enjoy yourself down
there. I know that I will..."

She begins to squat, granting you a look at her prim asshole,
surrounded by a ring of silky bare skin. It winks and puckers in
anticipation, much the same as its master, you assume.

She gently lands her ass on your chest. You can feel her heat through
your clothes. She is rather light, which makes the experience...
rather nice, actually. She sits there for a minute or two, before
unceremoniously sliding her ass backward onto your face. This
experience is decidedly NOT nice. The air inside of her crack is rank
and moist. Her natural ass scent is amplified by the sweat that came
from your 'battle.' You suspect her foul magic is at play as well, in
an attempt to make you suffer even more. You are forced to breathe in
the fetid air inside of her ass crack, perspiration accumulating on
your face from the heat and humidity. Your attempts to resist are
handily quashed by her magical strength, sealing your unwilling nose
in the tomb of her lean, jiggly ass. Her fur is very soft if nothing
else, and it absorbs some sweat... though not much. She sighs in
contentment and squishes you beneath her, tails swaying gently in
excitement for what's to come.

You can scarcely believe someone so proper and dignified has a stench
this vile. Every other part of her is fresh and smells of perfume, and
yet her crotch is one of the worst things you've ever smelled. Making
it worse, your nose is less than an inch away from her anus,
undeniably the sweatiest and rankest part. You are forced to keep your
nose in place as you hesitantly huff the air around you. No matter how
hard you push, you don't budge an inch. Honestly, not breathing might
be better than this.

You can hear her softly giggling. She is surely amused by your
fruitless attempts to escape, and your ever-rising disgust. "Ahh. I
did miss this. I'll say I expected a more dignified reaction, though
I'm pleasantly surprised by your endless writhing and wriggling. It's
so much more entertaining to put you back in your place. But go on,
keep humiliating yourself. I'm sure you'll escape... Eventually."
Ugh... Humiliating indeed. You'll be sure to forget about this part
when reporting back.

She begins to gyrate her ass, grinding her asshole over your whole
face and smearing sweat and other fluids. It's overall incredibly
unpleasant and it ensures you won't be free of her scent for any time
soon. You struggle to breathe with her weight crushing your nose, with
what air you can take tainted by the earthy scent of sweaty asscrack.
You definitely get some ass sweat inside your mouth, ruining your
sense of taste and making you recoil. This continues for a few
minutes, ultimately leaving you disheveled and disoriented. And then,
suddenly, it stops, and you feel her tails wrapping around your head
tightly. You hear her bowels gurgle.

You can practically hear the shit-eating grin on her face when she
begins to speak again. "Oh! I was wondering when the spell would kick
in. You're in for a treat, Daichi. You see, I don't really... eat. So,
when I need to simulate the digestive process for things like this, I
use a spell. Don't worry. There won't be anything solid. But be
warned, the spell is rather powerful. I'd rather it too strong than
too weak, yes? This is where it starts to get fun. Again, for me. Not
for you. Oh well! Good luck, Daichi. You'll need it..."

And with that, her tails forcefully shove you upwards, plunging your
nose into the surface of her pucker. Your vision has gone dark, and
you can smell nothing but her asshole. They're strong, too. They keep
your head locked into a vice grip. Movement is impossible and you can
do nothing but groan and wait for her release. Direct contact is
somehow worse. You can feel it twitch and it puckers against your
nose, as if in an attempt to consume it entirely. The thought alone
makes you shudder.

You hear the grumbling intensify. Potent magic is tearing its way
through her bowels, and you know that soon you'll be taking all of it,
purely for her amusement. Along with the usual hellish cornucopia of
smells, your damaged olfactory system picks up something else. It is
sharp and pungent and you can't quite make out what it is, but you
reckon it must be an effect of the spell, and more importantly, a sign
that it's here.

And then, it is. Her butthole opens up with great force, starting the
night with a bang. You couldn't possibly have been ready for this;
It's at least a few seconds long, and it's a gurgly, bass-heavy
monster that vibrates your nose. Speaking of your nose, it's in hell
at the moment. It smells how it sounds, which is truly, truly horrid.
It's fishy and greasy, with several other meaty or rotten scents
worming their way into your nostrils, marked by a distinct metallic
undertone, which has to be a stronger version of what you spelled
earlier. Since she doesn't eat, the spell must have determined what
would smell worst and synthesized the scent based on that. Delightful.
Your head remains solidly in place while the rest of your body
thrashes and squirms in a rather amusing manner. Amusing for her, of
course. You know she thinks so because she actually begins to cackle
at your reaction.

After calming herself down, she begins to speak again. "Oh! You know,
maybe I DID make the spell a bit too strong... Too late to change it
now! If it makes you feel any better, this is hilarious. And I'm going
to keep doing this for a few hours, at least. Until the spell runs
out, and who knows when that is. Could be anywhere from a few hours to
a few days. Wouldn't that be nice? Snuggled underneath me for days on
end? Well, we'll see, I guess."

That sounds like the worst thing that could ever happen to you. You
can do nothing but pray that that doesn't happen. Damp fur rubs
against your forehead and cheeks while you inhale her gift to you. The
fart went right up your nose, and very little of it escaped. It was
warm and wet and you know it's going to be lingering for a while. She
clutches your head with her tails and grinds your nose into her
asshole, smearing all the juices onto your nose. With little warning,
her anus explodes again with a bubbly, sputtering fart that feels like
it's singing your respiratory tract.

She sighs in relief, while you moan in agony. It's not quite torture
but it almost feels like it. You very much miss fresh air, but you
think this woman's gas is the only thing you'll be breathing for at
least a few hours. She reclines rather nonchalantly, having a living
seat and fart cushion to torment apparently being rather relaxing. You
wriggle for a while, recoiling violently every time she farts, but
eventually, you realize there's nothing you can do that could get you
out of this fleshy prison. Resigning to your fate is a feeling you
haven't felt before. There is relief in utter helplessness, but not
much.

Occasionally she eases her grip on your head, letting you breathe what
remains of her emissions mixed with inescapable body odor. How
generous. She's reading some kind of book. Whether it's a magical tome
or just a novel you're not sure, but you do know she's heavily
engrossed in it. The farts remain awful, in fact, they might be worse,
but now she barely reacts to the leftover stench or your traumatized
state. She's seriously treating you like a piece of furniture! When
the characteristic rumbles begin, she simply grips your head tightly
and forces your nose into her anus until the gas is safely in your
lungs. This process continues for about an hour. Never once does she
run out of gas. One would think you'd get used to it after a bit, but
each fart's scent is different enough from its predecessor that it
keeps the experience 'fresh.' (Well, maybe not fresh…) Occasionally,
she giggles or ruffles your hair if one was particularly raunchy, but
otherwise, she barely acknowledges your presence at all.

By this point, your face is fully plastered with sweat, and your hair
is slick with... something. You've largely settled into your role now
but you hate it no less. You do not squirm anymore, or groan (if you
can help it,) or try and escape. This will be over eventually. Right?
She shows no signs of stopping, but the spell has to give out
eventually. Right? Even if it doesn't, surely she isn't cruel enough
to keep you here. Right? You return from your brief episode when a
larger-than-normal spurt of gas enters your respiratory system. You
never get any time to relax, though always just enough to let your
guard down. This fart is short, only about half a second, but it is
dense and potent. It slithers into your nose against your will and
your brain once again cries out in agony.

It's practically swamp gas with how humid it is, and it smells like
eggs and rotten vegetables, along with the now characteristic tinge of
copper. Though honestly, that might just be internal bleeding for how
rough she treats you. Of the many dozens of farts you've had to endure
tonight, this one somehow hits hardest. Desperation takes over your
body, and you unwisely expend what little juice you have left. In your
tantrum that rather resembles a fish out of water, you somehow manage
to budge her. She comes tumbling off of your face, briefly
relinquishing her tail's grip in shock.

You are finally able to see something other than darkness and fluffy
fur for the first time in hours. The air is bracing, and sweet relief
rushes in over you. For a small moment, you can actually breathe
again. Man, that feels good. You take a breath quickly as you know
your time here is short. In a few seconds, punishment is sure to slam
down onto you, but right now, it is SO worth it.

While you're savoring literal air, she regains her composure and
begins to stare down at you. When you notice, you flush red. This is
the first time she's seen the end result of her work, and she looks
pleased. A former honorable warrior and noble reduced to a
floundering, desperate fart cushion for some random kitsune woman
looking to spice up her evening. Her face is not enraged as you
expected, rather curious and smug. It seems this has opened another
door in her quest to torment you.

"My, my! I didn't expect that kind of vigor! Rather impressive, but
it's really a shame you can't enjoy them, as I do. Just imagine what
kind of fun we could have if both of us were just as eager!
Unfortunately, no, I cannot make you enjoy this... But..." she grins
at you. "I can make you act like it. Oh, and no, you don't get a
choice. I do thank you for bringing this idea to my attention, my dear
Daichi! Sit still while I gather some ingredients... I'll be back
soon, dearie." You don't like the sound of that. Not that you can do
anything to respond. You lie on the ground, resting and thinking about
your poor decisions up until this point.

She returns with various magical ingredients. You assume these are the
ones necessary for the spell, but she doesn't seem to have any sort of
tools ready to perform the spell. This kitsune likely uses a form of
magic you've never seen before. She whaps you gently with a tail to
get your attention. "I've returned! Watch closely: this is a spectacle
you've likely never witnessed and never will again. Vulpine magic
tends to be rather... flashy."

With that, she shuts her eyes and begins to focus. One by one, the
small ingredients in her hands begin to light up with the same
greenish-blue flame you saw when you first entered here. They burn up
rather quickly and leave nothing but smoke. The smell of copper begins
to flood into the room, and soon it is all you can smell, far
overpowering the lingering scent of farts. The ingredients are all
gone, replaced by small, hovering foxfire orbiting around the kitsune.
She seems to attract it and channel it through her hands, before
sending it hurtling directly at you. You flinch, but find there is no
heat, nor pain, and when you open your eyes, it has all disappeared,
the fact it happened at all betrayed only by the heavy scent of metal
in the air. You don't feel any worse. In fact, you feel better. You're
rejuvenated, and you can think and move at maximum capacity again.

Except... you find you cannot take your eyes off of your captor. No
matter how much you'd like to. Your mind and body have been thrown
into disarray, one no longer listening to the other. Your body acts
independently while you fruitlessly attempt to regain control. That
would be the spell, wouldn't it? She seems a bit surprised that it
actually worked. "Wow. I've never done this one before. My eyes are up
here, Daichi." She giggles in excitement. "Hold on, hold on. I have to
test this out. Hmm... Dance for me!" You'd love to remain still right
now, but try as you might, your body proceeds to get funky against
your will. You're groovin' out of control, and you've never been more
afraid.

The spirit of dance flows through your body while she watches with
glee, thinking about what to do next. You're halfway through the
macarena when she decides your next command. "Take off your pants!"
No, no, no, no, no! You knew this was coming at some point. You are
internally screaming and pleading to your own body, but it either
can't hear you or doesn't listen as it unfastens your pants. Your
pale, bare thigh flesh is exposed as you slip them off onto the
ground. You feel a tinge of relief when you see your undergarments
remain in place, cock mercifully unexposed to the humid, hazy air.

She seems unamused. "Tch. I suppose I have to be specific. Take off
your underwear, too." Damn it. You'd roll your eyes if you could.
Annnnd there it is. Fully popped out in the open for all to see.
Though you suppose this is only fair. She's been fully naked for a
while now, after all. Your pert buttocks now match hers, sans the
tails. Overall, you'd say you're having a bad time. She inspects your
floppy dick with an analytical eye. Her eyes light up and you swear
you can see them glint. "Hmm, my dear Daichi seems to be packing an
extra weapon! Maybe that would have helped you in our little
skirmish... Too bad it belongs to me, now. At least for the time
being..."

That... is unfortunate. After everything this horrid kitsune has put
you through, her simply violating you would not at all be surprising.
Your body stands limp and floppy awaiting her next command. It is
unnerving seeing your body acting so lifeless and puppetlike. The fact
control was wrenched from you in an instant is a testament to the
strength of her magic and the weakness of your will. You never stood a
chance.

"Alright. Put it away, now. I have other plans for you at the moment,
my sweet obedient puppet of a man." She waits for you to redress
yourself before continuing. "I'm going to lie down and finish this
book you so rudely interrupted. The spell is still active, though, so
I'd like you to be there to... absorb it. I can't have them stinking
up this room, can I?" The room already kind of smells like farts, so
you're not sure what she's going for, but rest assured, your body will
do it without hesitation. And rest assured, you will hate it.

She lays out a mat of bamboo and lies down belly first atop it. She
gets a small pillow and places it under her neck while she takes out
her reading material. Her ass is currently covered almost entirely by
her tails, but you can see peeks of the taut, pert cheeks underneath.
They splay out to either side, leaving a nice little crevice through
which her asshole is visible. You can only stare slack-jawed while you
wait for her to get comfortable. She snaps her fingers, sending a
spine-tingling spark through your body and devoting all of your
attention to her. "Over here, honorable warrior. Underneath my tails.
It'll be so soft, I'm sure you'll love it. You are sure that you won't
love it, but you begin to trudge over regardless. She lifts her tails
to reveal your destination underneath.

Once you're behind her, you collapse to the ground. Your nose and face
plunge themselves back into her depths. She giggles and wiggles her
ass from side to side, making sure you're as lodged in there as
possible. You take a large sniff without any hesitation, sending
shivers through your body in 'ecstasy.' It's strange. You feel awful,
and your mind is in inescapable torment. But you can't help but feel a
sliver of excitement. Your face flushes and gets hotter than it was
already. Your loins grow and grow without any input. This is
simultaneously the worst and best experience of your life.

Your nose prods and digs into her asshole, going as deep as possible.
Your tongue yet remains in your mouth, but your body is more than
anticipating the order to evict it. When you're as far into her anus
as you can go, she makes sure you won't be escaping. Her tails,
previously suspended above you, come rushing down to wrap your head
and her ass together. You certainly don't mind. You huff her ass
greedily as if there's a finite supply of fetid scent. To the dismay
of your more rational half, you know that there isn't. Her legs wrap
around you as well, securing the rest of your body on the mat. It
seems rather uncomfortable but you expect that it's quite worth it for
her.

"So eager! Now, this is more like it! Good hustle, fart sucker! I'm so
proud of you!" Her words sting, but you continue heedlessly, with a
distinct disregard of anything being said at all. You're just along
for the ride while you feast on ass like a feral beast. Wait, fart
sucker? Oh god. That's a rather specific pet name... You don't like it
at all. Well, half of you doesn't. She begins to read again, rather
naturally considering she has a human lodged between her ass cheeks
huffing her farts. Her crack is rather hot, with insulating fur and
natural body heat combining to create a sweaty, sauna-like
environment. You feel like someone took a shag carpet and threw it
into a giant laundry hamper and then wrapped you up inside of it.

She was right about one thing, though; her fur is exceptionally soft.
It surrounds you, and both parts of you can agree that it feels
really, really nice. Except for the sweat. You know, mammals with fur
don't really sweat usually. Hmm. Maybe another spell. Or maybe she's
just like that. And at least you get to touch fluffy tail, though in a
rather unfavorable circumstance. Your mentors always told you to make
the best of the current situation.

It's getting pretty hard to do that, though, when you hear her belly
gurgle menacingly. Here we go again. Your body goes half-feral while
your mind relents and submits itself to more torture. Your nose is
blasted by a bubbly, gurgly fart that rumbles out of her ass
relatively slowly, taking almost four seconds for the whole thing to
evacuate itself into your lungs. Your legs squirm and kick, but this
time in pleasure. You can feel yourself get even harder. You resent
your body for embarrassing you this thoroughly. It's kind of like at a
party when your drunk friend makes a fool of themself and you can't do
anything but watch. You would facepalm if you could at the vigor with
which your face noogies itself into her crack.

You bask in her fumes, completely and utterly trapped inside of her
ass. Even if you wanted to leave, you doubt you could. You take deep
sniffs of tainted air that smells of foul meat and vegetables. You
take the deepest breaths of your life as you twitch involuntarily,
eyes rolling into the back of your head. One-half of you is in
ecstasy. That's better than neither, you suppose. Your tongue grows
restless, begging to be mistreated like the rest of your face. So far,
it has been almost completely excluded, except for the rare moments
when your lips are pried open by her grinding. You had really hoped it
would stay that way, but it seems your excited flesh feels
differently.

Your already very limited restraint is shattered as your tongue shoots
out of your lips and hits her asshole dead on. Bullseye. Foxeye?
Whatever. Her body seizes up and you hear a surprised yelp. Even your
rabid body realizes it might have made a mistake. Your tongue
shamefully slinks back into your mouth. Her tone is one of mock
disapproval. "Now, now, Daichi. I know you're anxious to please, but I
don't remember approving something like that. Tut-tut. How shameful,
really. I expected better of you." She's just mocking you now. Like
this wasn't humiliating enough as is. "Though, I suppose it is only
natural to be... hungry for more. Hmm. I wonder just how hungry you
are? Open your mouth."

She rearranges. Oh god. You had hoped this wouldn't happen, but hope
hasn't seemed to help at all so far. Your mouth slowly forces itself
open, waiting for her arrival. It lands directly betwixt your lips,
the edges of her pucker rubbing against them. "Wider, dear." Two words
and you comply instantly. Your agonized mouth stretches even farther,
allowing her asshole some level of entry, resting inside your oral
cavity. She really does own you right now, and there's nothing you can
do but listen to her like an eager puppy.

You look pretty silly right now, even compared to before. You lie
inside the sweaty, furry crack of a fox woman who has you all but
locked down inside her ass, mouth wider than ever before, sucking on
her asshole like hard candy. And what is she doing while this happens?
Reading. You're nothing but furniture. Your body awaits further
instruction. "Oh, no licking. Not yet." How disappointing. You just
lie in wait, expecting a ripper to travel down your throat at any
second, without any warning whatsoever. Your conscience is in misery,
like usual, but you're particularly ashamed of how much pre-cum is
leaking onto the wooden floor. You at least wish your body had some
level of self-control...

She resumes her previous task. She has to be pretty far through it
now. You hear pages turn every so often, alongside the churning of her
stomach and your own heavy breathing. Speaking of churning, you steel
yourself for your first mouth-fart of the night when you hear her
intestines growl. With little fanfare, she pushes out a monster, and
not the kind you're hunting for. It is thankfully dry, but it's also
hot, and it settles onto your tongue like morning dew.

Your body shivers, and pangs of disgust and ecstasy ripple through
your body. You gag involuntarily, even though your body is having the
time of its life. The fart is about five seconds long and echoes
through your throat, spreading its awful payload throughout your whole
mouth. Your penis bucks and spurts whitish precum. The lack of any
actual stimulation has made this more like a prolonged bout of edging
than anything else. You haven't ejaculated in many months, so your
cock is harder than iron, pressed against the wooden floor. You try in
vain to pump it against the ground, desperate for release.

A few minutes later, she releases again, unceasing and determined to
keep you busy. The airtight seal around her anus keeps it locked in as
it travels down into your lungs, making a sound not unlike that of a
brass instrument. You squirm and shut your eyes as it blasts into your
mouth without reprieve. The only sort of response you get from her is
a brief snort. You can taste fish and eggs, and the characteristic
scent of magic is amplified tenfold. You take it like a bitch, unable
to move out of the way if you wanted to. Which you don't.

Your sweaty body trembles and twitches, so close and yet so far to
release. You aren't certain she'd let you cum, anyways. Something
about ruining her floor. At this point, you're desperate for any farts
she has, as pathetic as it is. You'd beg to let you lick her asshole
if you could, but she's already made it clear that that won't be
happening. You doubt she has anything against it. It's more likely
that she just wants to see you squirm. And squirm you do, the combined
sensation of many different smells, tastes, feelings, and a good
heaping of pleasure almost more than your animal-adjacent brain can
handle.

Your prodding and inanimate shuffling eventually goad her asshole into
pumping out new emissions for you to suck in greedily. You moan like a
slut as you feel a new wave of euphoria pass through you... and out of
you. One could barely hear anything except for muffled bass, heavy
vibrations, and a pitiful moaning from the outside. You hear a whole
cacophony of sounds, though. You can hear her slow, content breathing.
You can hear pages slowly being flipped over. You can hear her guts
churning and mixing with foul magic to pump gas into your system. And
of course, all else is drowned out by the occasional titanic blast,
released fresh from her asshole.

Your torment continues for at least two more hours, with the endless
cycle of edging bringing you to your limit. But you can’t do anything
about it. You just have to hope she’ll take care of it for you, which
is seeming unlikely by this point. Your sapient brain has long since
given in to despair, and you think of nothing but how much you’d like
to go home. And to think, at the start of this you were determined to
avenge your people. Not only have you failed to do that, but you’ve
gone and made yourself a seat cushion to the thing that killed them
all. Who knows if she’ll actually ever let you go? You can only hope.

Eventually, the page-turning ceases and she lets out a yawn. It seems
your time as a cushion has come to an end, at least for the time
being. Your mouth is incredibly sore, and you doubt you’ll ever be
able to get the taste out of your mouth. It’s like the worst morning
breath on the planet. Your cock throbs and continues to leak, and it
has left a small puddle on the floor. You feel fundamentally dirty,
like her scent and sweat have dug into your skin and won’t ever leave.

Slowly, she lifts her tails and you feel fresh air for the first time
in hours. Even your fart-frenzied body appreciates the cool,
relatively odorless air that flows between her cheeks. She orders you
to close your mouth and get your face out of her asshole. If you
weren’t already the color of a strawberry you might’ve blushed at the
bluntness of the statement. Your legs feel weak, but you shakily rise
to your feet as your dick sticks out, tentpoling hard, in front of
you. She raises an eyebrow. “Oh... my. Has that been there the whole
time? I apologize… though the thought of you craving my gas to cum is
pretty funny. Hm. There’s a bucket nearby. You can finish off. I’ll
look away. Go ahead, I’ll rinse it all later.”

That’s better than nothing! You hurriedly waddle over to the
aforementioned bucket and jack your dick back and forth, quicker than
you thought possible. Almost instantly your urethra erupts with semen,
coating the bottom of the bucket with your baby batter and a good bit
of the wall too. You buck back and forth a few times in the throes of
orgasm, understandable since this is probably the hardest you’ve cum
in your entire life. Both parts of you enjoy this, though one rather
shamefully. Uh. Wow. That’s a lot. You shake off what semen you can
before weakly meandering back to your previous location. She turns
around again and rolls her eyes. “Wow, Daichi. I told you ‘in the
bucket.’ Not everywhere else. This what I get for being such a
gracious host. Oh well. You’re lucky I’m not making you clean it with
your tongue.” Intriguing. Kind of. She continues to speak.

“Anyway. I finished that book. Very informative. And rather
entertaining, as well. Much like you, my dear fart-sucker! You did
very well, considering the circumstances. I believe the digestive
spell is about wearing off. The puppetry spell, however, should last a
few more hours, so we have a bit more time together before I must let
you go. I’m feeling rather tired. I’m sure you are too.” That’s a
rather large understatement. Your bones feel like they’ll turn to
powder any second now. “Walk with me, Daichi. It’s time for rest.”

You walk with her out of the room you’re in, entering the labyrinthine
set of hallways that make up the mansion. They are confusing to you,
but she knows exactly where to go. You follow behind her, trying to
keep up with your still weakened constitution. Eventually, you reach
what you assume to be her bedroom. Her bed is lavish and made of some
fabric you’ve never even seen before. It’s very, very soft to the
touch. Does someone like her really need that much softness? Her body
is practically the same material. You don’t mind, though. The room is
dark, but the moon comes in through a window, illuminating just enough
to highlight the bed. She climbs in and gracefully sets herself
underneath the covers. She beckons you forward. “You know exactly
where to go, I trust?”

You look at her in stupid confusion. She smiles out of pity and
facepalms. “To my backside, sweetie.” Your brain clicks as you rush
over, yourself climbing underneath the sheets, overwhelmed by the pure
amount of plush on display. You locate your temporary lover’s shapely
and familiar ass and lodge your dirty nose right where it belongs. Her
tails gently wrap around you, securing you in place, but they aren’t
nearly as constricting as earlier. She was right, the farts have all
but subsided, save a few minuscule ones every now and then, which your
nose handily sucks up. Soon, both of you drift off to sleep, letting
the full moon pass by and rise high into the sky.

The next thing you know, you are staring into the bright blue sky,
interrupted only by wispy cirrus clouds. You try to stand up and find
you have regained full control of your muscles. You wish you could
find some way to discipline your body for betraying you like that, but
alas, you doubt anything like that is possible. It seems two halves
have become whole once more. It seems the nightmare has ceased. You
find yourself at the entrance to the mansion which you entered the
night before, clothed and armed. It’s like it never even happened! You
also find a note on the door, addressed to you. The handwriting is
elegant and very fancy.

“My sweet Daichi. I enjoyed our time together greatly. I do hope you
return one day, though the chances of that are slim at best. By the
way, I wasn’t lying when I said I was innocent. I took the liberty of
actually tracking down the monster for you. Here’s a list of
recommended supplies and directions. Bring backup this time. I doubt
they’ll be as forgiving as me, and to be honest, you’re not much of a
fighter. I hope to see you again soon, possibly under better
circumstances. Good luck, The Kitsune.”

It seems she has purposefully declined to share her name. Probably
something to do with Vulpine magic, or something. You doubt you’ll
return any time soon, though some part of you shivers with excitement
at the prospect, and you find yourself growing erect. Uh oh. It seems
you’re not quite as unaffected as you thought. You shake yourself off
as you begin to think of elaborate excuses for your guardsmen. This
will be difficult to conceal.