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An Unknown Tradition

For Catsithx

By Draconicon

Kyle was the one sergal - and possibly the one male, though he wasn't sure - in a village full of kitsunes, and he wasn't entirely sure why he was there. Probably just random coincidence, though. Wormholes didn't seem to be summoned by anything, and he hadn't had any magic, nor had anyone here that would have pulled someone through that sort of portal. It had been a rather startling arrival, but once they all got used to each other, it wasn't too bad.

Well, aside from the nudity thing.

The blue-red sergal looked out at the village from his doorway. Even after a week of seeing more than a hundred vixens - vixens, hot, sensual, perfect vixens - completely in the buff, ranging from big-tittied to flat-chested and from thunder-thighs to almost undeveloped, he still didn't know how to deal with the visual buffet that was laid out before him. His eyes kept twitching from one woman to another, taking in the various curves of the females before him, unable to look away for more than a few seconds before something else had his attention.

And his cock's, too, though that was slightly less comfortable. Considering that the nudity rule applied to him - something that he had not known upon waking up and finding out that his clothes had been burned - he was a little less comfortable showing off a boner to every female in the area, but they didn't seem bothered.

As a matter of fact, even now, with a few of them looking his way as they went about their business, they barely gave it more than a passing glance. To them, it seemed little more than a curiosity.

He would have thought that they were all lesbians, but more than once, they asked him about his love life, and he had heard some of them groaning about the lack of cock in the village, which was what made him wonder if he was the only male around. He kept wondering if he would wake up to find some of the females had lost their minds and, utterly obsessed with him, had snuck into his bed at night and started fucking him, but alas, no such thing had happened just yet.

Shaking his head, he left the hut, looking from lady to lady. One kitsune, three-tailed and rather MILF-y, made her way out of her hut with some books for another family on the far side of the village, and Kyle paused to watch her ass as it wobbled when she walked. There were so many thoughts of how his cock would feel pressed between those cheeks, and he had to shake his head as he walked on.

Then he saw one of the hunters, a woman about mid-range between the biggest and smallest in the chest. Big enough to grope and bounce, not big enough to get in her face while she was fighting and running around. She looked up from the meat she was stripping from her kill and smiled.

"Having a good morning, Kyle?"

"Uh, yeah...yeah."

"Boob watching?"

"More or - uh. Yeah. Kinda."

"Heh. Well, thanks for giving me my morning view of dick."

"...You're...welcome."

He still didn't know whether to feel flattered or embarrassed when they talked about him like that, and lacking a clear answer, he always hustled on rather than stick around and potentially embarrass himself further. The urge to touch himself with that many eyes, even fleetingly, glancing at his dick was always powerful, and so far, he had avoided it in public. In private? Different story.

As he made his way to the main causeway of the village, the road that linked one side of the river to the other, he noticed the other weird thing that he had noticed since coming here. Everyone gave each other a massive amount of space when they walked down the road. Even when the entire village was on the move, which happened from time to time, there was always this sense that the villagers were doing everything that they could to avoid touching each other.

If it had been men, he would have gotten that. So many guys were afraid to touch other guys. But the ladies didn't seem to have that same fear. So what -

"Oof!"

He had taken his eyes off where he was going to stare at a blue vixen with a small ass but big breasts, and ended up running into another kitsune in the process. Kyle backed up, one hand coming up and accidentally nudging the new kitsune's chest -

"Oh, dear," she said.

"I - sorry, I didn't mean to -"

"Oh, no, not for that. I mean we'll have to do it now."

"Do -"

Kyle blinked as he was finally able to get a good look at the kitsune he'd bumped into. Unlike most of the others, she was black-furred, very dark in coloration with hair that was half-white and half-black. Her tails were dotted with the ying and yang symbols, making them pop all the more as one looked at them, and she was, of course, quite naked. Her job as a scout and scholar alike kept certain parts of her very, very soft, but at the same time, small. Her hips were not so wide as some of the breeders, and her breasts did not have that hanging thing that happened with those that were much, much bigger.

But even as he tried to place her, she reached out with all nine of her tails. He was off his feet in seconds, and he blinked in shock as she carried him along with her to the far side of the bridge.

"Do what? What are we doing?" he asked.

"It. The act."

"And that - wait, do you mean sex?!"

"Of course. To touch someone else is to make an offer. And I certainly am not going to pass this up."

"But you apologized -"

"A formality, only. We are going to do this, and everyone else is going to see."

Kyle would have been rather embarrassed of just how hard his cock was getting, but even for him, the time for embarrassment had passed. He just did his best not to blush worse as the black-furred kitsune laid him on the ground on the other side of the river and more than a dozen other kitsunes poked their heads out of their houses. This one - Kerrin, he finally remembered her name - Kerrin laid him down and squatted over his crotch, grabbing his cock firmly and holding it between her legs, slapping the head against her pussy. She was already wetter than any woman in his world.

"This is...happening kinda fast."

"Being blunt, it should have happened long ago. We have made offer after offer. Every touch we've made has been someone trying to get your attention, to offer their bodies. Physical touch matters. But now that you've made the offer, I can accept. And I do."

So that's why they had been so touchy. That made some -

"MMMPH!"

Oh she was tight. She was as tight as she was cute, and she was slamming her pussy down on his cock, and there were more than a dozen other kitsunes watching as she just fucked herself on his cock. Up, down, up, down, each time taking it all the way to the hilt and then rising back to the top before going right back down again. Kerrin smiled as soon as she took it the first time, and that grin just kept growing as she kept riding. Up, down, up, down, squelching away around his cock and making it slick and slimy with her juices.

It didn't take Kyle long to be gripping the ground and holding on for dear life. He'd had a few other people in bed before, but this was the first time that he'd had someone that was both this into it and this determined to keep going for as long as possible. More to the point, it was the first time that he had an audience, and most of them were at least showing off a bit as he got ridden, wth some of them going so far as to move closer and spread their legs, letting him see as they touched themselves to the show.

As the black-furred vixen rose and fell, sliding her slit up and down his cock, it was impossible not to stare at her. She was so sensual, and yet, so completely in charge. That pussy was constantly sucking at his cock, her more petite frame meaning that she was tighter than he was used to, and her inner walls were constantly pulling at his cock. They wanted him to cum, were trying to milk him right into her depths.

Were they compatible, he wondered? He felt like he was going to find out, and fast.

"Cum in me...cum in me so we can do this again," Kerrin said, huffing as she leaned forward, her breasts bouncing in front of his face. "Cum in me so we can keep going without you worrying about holding back. I hear...I hear males are self-conscious about that."

"And yet, you bring it up in front of him," one of the other females said. "I bet you that he'll last long enough."

"I have him for now."

"But we'll get him later. When he's got rid of the worst of his nervous energy."

"Only if he touches you next."

"He knows the signals now. We can play much more often."

If he'd been any more sober, he might have gone through a list of all the females in the village that had touched him and made that 'offer'. If he'd been more sober, he might have realized that he had upwards of 75 horny kitsunes that were all jonesing for dick and he had the only supply of it in the entire village.

But he was not sober, and he was entirely focused on the black-furred vixen riding him. He grabbed her hips, pulling her up and down, faster, harder. He bucked his hips up, meeting her bounces with thrusts of his own. She moaned, she squirted, and she slumped against him.

He took that as permission, rolling over. As she spread her legs, digging her heels into his hips and pulling him down to keep rutting her, the sounds of horny kitsunes fingering themselves filled the air. The realization that he was effectively their stud hit him hard, and god, he fucking loved it.

"Keep going," she panted.

And he did. He kept thrusting away until his balls finally started rolling up, and buried his cock deep inside of her, planting his seed as far in her womb as he could.

And then...he felt them start touching him. The list of ladies seeking their pleasure began to grow.

The End

Summary: A sergal has appeared in a village of women without knowing why. Time to enjoy himself.

Tags: M/F, Casual Nudity, Casual Sex, Sergal, Kitsune, Femdom, Demands, Fingering, Exhibitionism, Arousal, Vaginal, Orgasm, Cum,