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The Feline Addiction

Part 1

For Catsithx

By Draconicon

"No...no..."

Sakura's pained whispers were drowned out by the beeping of the slot machine in front of her, and probably for the best. If anyone else had heard the nine-tailed kitsune regretting her luck for hitting the jackpot, they would have thought that she was completely mad. Perhaps she was, but that wasn't for others to know.

She stared at the line of sevens running across the center of the screen, her head slowly shaking from one side to the other. All the money that she had lost came pouring out, and then some. The money that she had borrowed from Kain for the third time, the money that she had paid with by giving him her body, could finally be repaid.

And like a true addict, she didn't want to.

She stared at the chips and coins that came free, barely able to believe how much was filling her bucket. She could have taken this, cashed out, and been free of the feline for good. She could have taken this to his apartment, his penthouse, and dumped this out on the floor while flipping him the bird, and then walked out, never to see him again. That would have been freedom. That would have been what any other woman that respected herself and her body and her freedom would have done.

Instead, she just...stared. She stared, and she regretted, and she wasn't sure if she hated herself for it. She probably did. She probably should.

Her tails curled tight around her middle as she imagined finally cutting those ties. Putting the cat behind her, giving herself the chance to have proper men, one that would indulge her and give her what she wanted without needing to debase herself for it, should have been an appeal. She should want that. Any normal woman would.

But her? Elegant Sakura, the kitsune that should have been banned from a hundred casinos but had always charmed her way back in at the last second? The well-dressed woman that could have anyone, but had been forced onto her knees by a lowly feline again and again for the sake of a loan that he had to know that there was no chance of her ever paying back?

Until now, that was. Until now, when she had finally started to -

No, no, that can't be right. I can't want this. I can't really want this.

Sakura finally managed to move, reaching down to take her pile of winnings. She tucked them under her arm like a purse, carrying them to the back of the casino. If nothing else, she could cash this in and then...then...

Then she could find someone, she decided. Find someone to put the cat out of her mind. Surely, if she just had some fun with someone else, she would feel better. Just stop thinking of Kain for a while and think of some other male.

For that matter, with the money that she had in the bucket, she could probably buy and sell any number of eager males. After all, for all her addiction to the casino, she had never lost her figure or her fancy. She still had that grace and glamour that attracted them.

She just...she just...

Get the winnings, then make your decision.

The nine-tailed kitsune nodded to herself, rushing down to the cash-out desk.

Ten minutes later, she was in a wolf's car, the wolf well-dressed and the car well-appointed. Neither would have been a disappointment to any young debutante, but she felt slightly off as she sat in the back of his limo. She allowed him to run his hand along her thigh, feeling how he treated her with respect, with eagerness, but with some small restraint. It was like he was giving her the chance to change her mind, and...

And that felt wrong.

Why does that feel wrong? Didn't you want that?

Sakura would have said that was obvious only a few days ago, but now, all she could see was the yawning abyss of her freedom. Her luck had turned around, and that meant that she was no longer in danger. She didn't have that...that...that unnamed feeling that had settled on her while gambling her days away in the casino. It felt...wrong...unnatural.

"You okay, babe?"

"Hmm?" She turned, smiling at the wolf. "Oh, yes, completely fine."

"Wonderful. I can't wait for your company."

"Heh...and I can't wait to see what you can do."

That was a lie, of course. What she couldn't wait for was the chance to get the cat out of her head, but something about this felt wrong, like she was chasing something that she couldn't have. But why couldn't she? She had money, now, and she had always had status, even if her addiction had come within inches of having that ripped away from her in bankruptcy. Kitsunes were supposed to be classy.

But he made me...

She gritted her teeth as she looked away from the wolf, trying not to think about how it had felt the last time that she'd visited Kain. He'd shoved her against the door to the balcony, forced her tits against the glass and flattened her against it. His cock had ripped its way right into her asshole, forcing its way in good and deep right from the start, and she'd begged for more. Begged. A kitsune, begging for something from a cat.

Her legs twitched, her thighs pressing against each other as she remembered how it felt to get fucked by him. She had loved the feeling of being used, being rutted like some sort of street bitch, earning her money by selling herself. It had...

It had honestly made it more difficult to go back to the casino when he was done. She looked at the slip that she had gotten from the cash-out clerk, saw the money number, and realized that she'd never have to go back to Kain again. There was enough money there that she could go back to the casinos, gamble for a week, and not see all of it disappear. She could pay him off, and still have that much money left to spare.

It should have been impossibly gleeful for her, knowing that she had that cushion and that she could feed her addiction safely for a while, but...but she almost didn't want to.

What's wrong with me? she wondered, slumping back against the seat. She sighed. She honestly didn't know.

They reached the wolf's big house, and he quickly guided her through. He was about to offer her some wine for a nightcap, but she turned him down, asking him if they could get right to the point. He'd blushed, of all things. Blushed.

Then they were in the bedroom. He was stripping down, but she was already out of her dress, her tails raised, and she was on her knees. Before her 'date' for the night knew what was going on, she had already fished his cock out of his pants and had it down her throat.

"MMPH!"

He gasped for breath as she started bobbing her head up and down along his cock, sucking it hard as she could, doing exactly as she had for Kain once she realized that she had to take some initiative to keep the cat interested in her. The feeling was almost as good, at first. The shaft was wet with pre-cum, reminding her how much people tended to want her body, and the taste was good and thick, the pressure of the hot shaft on her tongue reminding her just how much she loved to be face-fucked these days.

But then...then it was just service. She bobbed her head down to the base, trying to hold there to get the wolf interested in taking it further, but he was still fumbling his way out of his shirt rather than reaching down to take her head.

Dammit...

She bobbed her head up and down a bit more, taking her time to really get his cock into her throat. He was bigger than Kain, she knew that much. Bigger, better hung, with a bigger pair of balls just under his cock, but...but there was something missing, something that made her feel off.

More...I need more...

Popping her lips off his cock, she went further down, nuzzling further and further towards his balls until she was shamelessly grinding her cheeks against them. The soft smell of male was stronger down there, and she groaned as it washed over her, reminding her of what she was doing, how naughty this was, how nasty she was being.

Sakura found that she didn't really care. All that mattered was getting that pleasure, that need fulfilled, and she was going to get that, come hell or high water.

The wolf finally got his shirt off, and she growled as she looked up at him. He panted for breath as he stared at her, particularly as she opened her mouth and pulled one of his balls inside. He arched his back at that, his cock grinding over her muzzle, leaving pre-cum where it went. That, for once, felt better.

"Mmmph...fuck...fuck...you're a...a dirty little...slut, aren't you?" the wolf grunted between his pants for breath.

"Mmmm..."

"You...you want it that bad?"

What was your first clue?

Sakura was surprised at how frustrated she was starting to feel, almost like everything she did wasn't enough. She wanted him to do...something, she wasn't sure what. But the feeling that she was having to do all the work, that she was the one at the bottom without getting someone to chase after her, without someone taking advantage of what she was doing, just felt wrong. She needed someone to grab her head and just...ram it down her throat. She needed someone to pull her tails and shove her down, to hold her and then fuck her. She needed someone to just use her more than anything else.

And she wasn't getting that.

Groaning, she popped her head back, letting his balls flop back out of her mouth. He was still panting as she got to her feet, walking to the bed. She made sure to throw a sway and a shimmy into her ass and hips as she walked, and - yes, there, there was something, finally. Some hunger, some animalistic need that the wolf hadn't been showing until that point. Finally.

She leaned forward, lifting all her tails at once, and swayed her ass back and forth for the big guy. He stared at her, his cock throbbing harder and harder. Eight inches, nine, ten? Something like that, and there was a knot at the base that was gradually getting firmer and stiffer, too. She curled her tails over her head, showing off her pussy and her ass at the same time, reaching back and spreading her cheeks to let the clenching holes be on display.

"Mmm, you like?" she asked.

"Oh, fuck yes."

"Then why don't you come over here and show me how much you like them?"

"Mmmm, as you wish, ma'am."

"Just fuck me good and hard, okay?"

"I will, don't worry about that."

He was eager, at least, but that still didn't quite feel right. He was eager because she was pushing him to be, not because he had that drive, not because he had that weird, freaky, dangerous feeling behind him. But he was going to fuck her. That would help, she hoped. That should help.

She leaned forward, his cock drawing wet lines up her thighs, making its way higher and higher towards her pussy. She could tell that he was going to slide in, go deep, make his way into her depths and then push all the way towards her womb. She wanted that, of course. She wanted him to -

"Mmmmph..."

The feeling of him gliding in was slow, not the firm, forceful thrust that Kain had made that first time. She gritted her teeth, not out of pain, but out of frustration.

Can't you do anything right?

She was angry, frustrated, and she recognized the feeling. It was the same feeling that she used to get when she couldn't get to the casinos, when she ended up spending money on bills and other things. When she ran out, she would use that exact phrase with herself, putting herself down, being downright furious.

That was what she felt towards the wolf behind her. The sheer shock of realizing that she was that far down, that different from what she had been, almost took her out of the sexy frame of mind right then and there.

But then the wolf finally hilted with her, his knot tapping against her pussy lips, and she groaned. It wasn't orgasmic, but it was something.

"You can go harder than that," she muttered.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Well...okay..."

He clearly wasn't ready for that, but fuck. She was going to make him go for it, or she was going to go crazy.

He started rocking in and out of her, his hips slapping against her ass, but too gently, too slowly, too softly. She wanted him to force that thing in, show her how much her pussy drew him in, how much he wanted her. She wanted to feel him fucking her, rutting her, using her. She wanted...she wanted him to fuck her brains out.

She used her tails to try and pull him in faster, but he didn't get the message. Eventually, she had to use her tails almost like a machine to force him to pick up the pace, making him ram in harder, faster, deeper, making him take her the way that she wanted to be taken. When they finally got up to the proper pace, she leaned her head forward, grinding her cheeks against the bedsheets as they finally hit the proper pace.

"Mmmph...yes...yes, like that..."

"How...mmph...fuck, you feel so...so good..."

He was not quite the same as Kain, but if she could keep him at this pace, she could pretend that he was something close. She could at least imagine that she was getting rutted by someone that knew what they were doing.

In, out, in, out, his balls starting to slap against her clit from the sheer speed of the fuck. She could feel her own juices running, feel her hunger growing. The thickness of the shaft was nice, but it needed more. Something rougher, something that came with -

He wasn't holding her, she realized. No claws on her hips, nothing to pull her back, just barely thrusting forward with the help of her tails. She looked over her shoulder, saw that he was all but drooling, panting with desire. She groaned; this wouldn't do. This wouldn't do at all.

She slid forward, popping his cock out of her. He yelped, looking as shocked as a hapless puppy as Sakura rolled onto her back.

"Why'd you stop?" he asked.

"I want you to take me, not just ride you."

"I thought I was."

"Harder than that."

"Harder? How can -"

"Just...try."

She spread her legs, leaning back and showing off her pussy once more. She spread her lower lips, showing off her slippery pink insides. His cock jumped for her, and soon, he was back in bed, on top of her, slamming his cock into her pussy. Missionary was more boring, but at least he was able to hump better like this.

In, out, in, out, each time slamming down to the depths, each time making his knot grind against her pussy. She could feel him getting close, could feel his pre-cum spitting into her. There was a risk there, considering the nearness of their species, but she didn't care. She just needed him to fuck her and fuck the cat out of her.

In, out, in, out, going down to the depths, rutting her, panting over her. He turned his head to the side to keep from drooling on her chest, but he didn't pin her down. He could have, but he didn't.

Her arousal remained at a constant low, never quite rising the way that she wanted, never getting to the point where it would allow her to get off. He came, at some point, cumming without even jamming the knot into her, and she groaned as she felt the heat running through her insides. He was...he was done?

The wolf pulled back, panting hard. His cock was wet, slimy strings of cum and pussy juice linking her hole and his rod.

"That was...amazing."

"You're not done, are you?"

"Well, uh..."

"Come on...you can give me a little more, right?"

"Are you serious?"

"One more time..."

She turned around, opening her mouth, licking at the head of his shaft. It didn't take long to clean him up, and less time after that to get him hard again. As soon as she had him moaning, she rolled around, exposing her holes once more.

Apparently, he had one more in him.

Sadly, it ended up being just one more. Now drooling from both her pussy and her asshole, she rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. The wolf laid on his stomach, trying to stretch his arm out towards her.

"You...you were...an amazing...lay..."

"You're welcome."

"Stay?"

"No."

She didn't want to stay with someone that couldn't do the job, and now, the black cat was just that much more in her mind. He had already been there, but now, after bad sex - well, bad for her, at least - he was more present than ever. She could feel him looming in her thoughts, spreading through her mind, craving and claiming more and more space inside her skull. If she didn't do something soon, she'd be...

She didn't know what. She just knew that she had to get up and go.

Putting her dress back on, she tossed her panties at the wolf. He didn't even get up to catch them, just let them flop against his back.

"What -"

"Keep them as a souvenir."

She walked without underwear through the big house, making her way down to the front of the building where the limo waited. Telling the driver that his employer had told him to take her home, she slid into the back of the limo. The driver asked her where 'home' was, and she told him to just start driving towards the city, and she'd give him more directions when they were closer.

With that done, she shut the glass between her and the driver, made sure that she was completely private, then began her little breakdown.

Why...why can't I forget...why can't I stop...

She had been sure that it would just take a bit of fun to get him out of her head. Yet, there was not only no fun, but he was more involved than ever, her mind burning with the images of Kain, his cock, and the way that he had treated her. She should have been appalled at being treated so badly, so roughly, so much like an object, but there was nothing that she could do to keep him from taking her mind again.

Even now, the idea of running back to him and begging for another loan that she didn't need, just for the sake of getting fucked again, was enough to make her wet. It was enough to get her hotter, hornier than anything that the wolf had done, and she hated herself for that. She wanted to be better than this, to be good, to be right, but all she could do was think of how much better Kain was than the wolf, and how much more she'd get from him.

She gritted her teeth, rolling onto her side, curling into a ball.

I don't want it.

Yes, she did.

I don't want him.

Yes, she did.

I'm not...

She realized what it was, then. Her addictions had shifted. She no longer wanted the casinos, no longer wanted to risk the machines. No, she wanted to risk herself. She wanted to throw herself at Kain, see what he would do, risk what might happen in her womb with a child or more.

She wanted him.

She needed him.

The realization struck her to the core. It was so wrong, so very wrong. She was a kitsune, and a nine-tailed kitsune, at that. She was meant to be one of the socialites, one of the high and mighty, not someone that wanted to go down to the commons. So what if he was rich? That just meant that he had been lucky, not...not...

Sakura gritted her teeth, her tails wrapping ever tighter around her, reminding her how it felt to be fucked up the ass. So dirty, so nasty, so wrong, but he had done it anyway. He had fucked her ass, using her, rutting her, making her feel every inch of his cock after he had plundered her pussy, and worse...

She remembered cumming from it, remembered him ramming her into the bed and forcing her to squirt against the sheets as she came hard from his cock deep in her ass. The feeling had been something that she'd never felt before, and she doubted that she would ever feel it again at that intensity.

Gods...

Sakura realized that she really was an addict. Grabbing her tails in a desperate attempt to hold something real, something close, she wondered...

Did...did he use magic?

Kitsunes had hints of magic. There was still some of that in the world, some things that could be used against people. Dragons, kitsunes, some of the other supernatural species had that, and there were those that managed to use potions to similar effects. Was that what Kain had done? Was that how he had a hold over her?

There was some hope there, but even as she laid her own spells over herself, she had little hope of finding anything. It was almost impossible that he could have done it. As addicted as she was, she might have missed something, but he had never used lube that might have been a disguised potion, never made her drink anything, never given her a gift that might have had a spell on it. It had always been sex and money, money and sex.

And now, she was wanting more. So much more.

Her spell on herself came back negative. There were no enchantments binding her to the cat, nothing that might have explained her fascination, her addiction, her need. All she had was the utter desire to be used by him again.

"Ma'am?"

The driver. On the intercom. He was needing directions. Sakura hesitated for a moment, then reached for the button, whispering the directions to Kain's penthouse.

They arrived at the edge between sunset and true night, and she got out of the car. Her dress was stained in the crotch, darkened and sticky, and she had to pull it forward and back to keep it from revealing her sex and her rump cheeks in stark relief. She walked around to the front of the car, offered the driver a fifty for a tip, and he drove off with it.

She turned around. From a distance, she was sure that nobody would be able to tell that she'd made something of a mess of her dress. She still looked upscale, fancy, and that would give her something as she walked inside. Keep her tails busy, let nobody notice that she had been fucked, and nobody would question someone like her.

The kitsune walked through the front doors, stepping through the lobby. The clerk on duty nodded at her, probably recognizing her from the previous trips to the building. She wasn't stopped, wasn't questioned, and made her way to the elevator. She tapped the button and waited, trying not to show her embarrassment as more and more people started gathering around her, everyone apparently waiting for an elevator up.

One finally arrived, and she hurried in, tapping the button for the penthouse floor as she did. No sooner had she jammed herself into the back of the elevator than the rest of the men came flooding in, pushing in and jamming themselves in tight. Rhinos, bulls, orcas, and other big species were soon grinding her back into the far wall, everyone else wanting to get to their rooms sooner than later.

The doors close, and they rose.

It didn't take long for her to hear others sniffing the air. She knew that she was fragrant, both with her own juices and the wolf's seed. She just hoped that, with her being at the very back of the elevator, that nobody would be able to pick up who was putting off the scent. She closed her eyes, breathing as calmly and deeply as she could.

Don't notice me, don't notice me...

Her tails glowed ever so slightly, a spell that added to her chances to keep from being picked out. As the elevator rose, one by one, the men left it, leaving it more comfortable, but with her more and more obvious.

Finally, the floor before the penthouse level, the last of the men walked out. A fox, he looked back at her as he left, an eyebrow lifted and a grin starting to form on his face. Clearly, he had some idea of what had been going on, what she was doing, but she hit the Close Door button before he could say anything. They slammed shut, and up she went.

Her cheeks were burning as she stepped out of the elevator, walking down the narrow hallway with her heart in her throat. She was going back to someone that she should hate for something that she didn't need, in order to pay with something that she shouldn't want to pay with. Yet, here she was, her pussy drooling down her legs, her eyes wild with need, her body on fire.

I'm an addict, she admitted, and her body burned with all the greater need just thinking about that. I'm addicted to him.

That only made it hotter. Why did it make it hotter? What the hell had he done to her to make her like this?

She walked all the way down the hall, still taking deep breaths, still considering what the fuck she was going to tell him. That decision, of course, was taken out of her hands, as everything else had been when it came to the black cat. She reached up to knock on the door, only to hear the sounds of moans on the other side.

Her mind went blank as soon as she heard the sound of sex. Male grunts, female moans, whimpers, and most of all, the slap, slap, slap sound of bodies coming together. That was something that wasn't supposed to happen, something that...that...

She was falling, drifting, sliding back to the last time that she'd come for money. She remembered him slamming her down against the bed, remembered the feeling of his cock - thick and good, not huge, not that much different from average cat cocks, but so good - slamming into her pussy. No mercy, no gentleness, no getting her wet. Just slamming and hoping that she caught up. The dryness had almost been a pleasure in and of itself, something that was so wrong and so nasty that she almost came right then for the memory. She had been a fallen woman for longer than she realized.

The kitsune stumbled back from the door, trying to shake the memory, but with every wet sound of slapping flesh and moaning woman, grunting man and squelching entrance, she was being dragged further and further back into her mind, further into her memories, until she was all but convinced that was her in there again, almost like she was having a completely out of body experience right then and there in the hallway.

She stumbled, then leaned, then slumped against the hallway wall. Sakura slid down, her eyes going wide, her nipples going hard, and her pussy going wetter than ever. By the time that she slid down and sat, she could feel the wolf's old cum running out of her pussy, drifting out on the rivers of her own juices that were dribbling free. She didn't know what to say, what to feel, what to think, save for the fact that she was turned on beyond belief.

Thrust, squelch. Thrust, squelch. She could hear it faintly through the door and wall, and the more she heard, the more she felt. Phantom dick was slamming into her, rutting her pussy to the same rhythm as what was going on in the penthouse. She arched her back, almost thrusting her hips up like she was on some porno video.

Nnngh...ah...ah...

The kitsune's hands rose to her breasts, squeezing them, rubbing her tits, lifting them almost up and out of her dress. Despite the fact that she was in public, she didn't care. Her dignity was shot. Her needs were too strong to resist. She needed...she needed...she needed...

The addiction settled in, and she lost control.

Sakura spread her legs right where she squatted, her knees out to the side as her tails flipped her dress up. If anyone left their penthouses, they would have seen a high and mighty nine-tailed kitsune exposing her pussy like some back-alley whore, and more, fingering herself right there where anyone could see her. She didn't care. She didn't even realize that she was doing it, at first, but there was something so satisfying to touching herself to the rhythm of what was happening in that room, imagining herself with the black cat again, that she couldn't stop herself.

Three fingers, three rough fingers going in and out, in and out to the beat of slapping hips and wet squelches. She could hear the whimpers and moans through the walls, and she gritted her teeth as she found herself making the same sounds. In, out, in, out her fingers went, spreading from time to time and then clenching tight again. There was no stopping it, no slowing it down. All that mattered was the pleasure. All that mattered was getting that need fulfilled.

She was so wet, so warm inside, her juices easing her fingers to the point where she could fit four in. The wolf's knot had barely managed to stretch her ass out that much, let alone her pussy, and she groaned under her breath as she started slapping her hand in and out of herself, the base of her palm almost slapping her clit every time that it went in. There was pain, but it was quickly turned to pleasure as the sound of the cat fucking someone continued to fill her ears.

Me...fuck me...

Sakura groaned, curling her toes in her high heels, feeling the wetness running down her thighs.

Fuck me...fuck me and use me...make me yours again...

She didn't know how she could take this further, but she needed to. She wanted...she craved...

More. Him. More. Cock. More. Cat.

Curling her fingers, she dragged herself up the wall, making herself stand up again, even as she could no longer pull her hand from her pussy. She needed that little bit more. She needed him to see her, to see her need.

Maybe he'll fuck me instead...

Resting her hand on the doorknob, she worked her magic to unlock it, and then slowly pushed it forward. The kitsune expected to see her cat, her Kain, looking at her with his cock in hand, grinning at her. She wanted him to just lunge for her.

What she got was something very, very different.

The End

Summary: A cat-addicted kitsune is trying to kick that addiction, but it's not really working for her.

Tags: F/solo, M/F, Kitsune, Wolf, Cat, Vaginal, Anal, Creampie, Corruption, Wet, Addiction, Masturbation, Fingering, Scent, Miniseries, Humiliation,