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Midnight had settled down a quiet drive. It was one of those rich areas with golf courses and woodland everywhere, where every house was big and expensive. Nothing was out of reach money wise, the word 'cheap' was alien to most residents.

Through reinforced, sound proofed walls and windows a beautiful and seductive vixen by the name of Dusk was being fucked by a human. No better term was suited, as there was no love or passion, just desire and lust. The human, a swarthy looking, fit, middle aged man with rippling muscles and worked abs banged her, thrusting relentlessly into the vixen's petite form. "Oh fuck, I swear you are like a dream to pound whore, s-so hot, so soft!" He grunted with each thrust into her folds. The loud, lewd wet 'squelch, squelch' sound of his cock plunging into her wet folds filled the room, along with their moans of pleasure.

Dusk had been born a normal enough vixen. Her beautiful vixen face attracted the eyes of many. Her deep blue eyes captivated and mesmerized you with their intensity. Her sleek, smooth fur and a very pleasing hourglass figure with shapely hips and legs and sleek arms completed her allure, and finished with a very thick and bushy tail. Most alluring of all were her massive mounds, looking more like half a large football in size, exquisitely soft...and begging to be grabbed. Dusk was given the name thanks to her birthmark though. Between her breasts she bore a red mark on her fur, like that of a setting sun, hence the name her now deceased mother gave her.

"Fuck...fuck!" He cried out, running his hands all over her head, down her long ginger mane before gripping at her large chest and thrusting hard into her tight, clenching folds. "Cum bitch, cum for me!" He cried out, as his balls drew up tight but he refused to let a whore see him cum first.

Scrunching her eyes shut, Dusk thought she had better give in first. She had screwed more than her share of males and could easily outlast the human in terms of stamina, but to keep up the charade she had to do as he wanted. "YIP!" She cried out like a dog as she came, her folds clenching round the humans length, trying to milk him. Her high, fox bark had him cum almost instantly after her. The sound, feel of her soft fur and breasts and tight clenching cunny drove him wild with lust as he filled the condom full before collapsing on her, the poor vixen grunting from his weight.

"*Pant, pant*, typical male. All mouth and noise but can't stand a pro," Dusk panted lightly under her breath. Her breasts provided some soft cushioning from him before she was sure he was sound asleep and worked her way from under him, slipping out in silence thanks to her conditioned, soft fur.

Sneaking out of the room, she quietly closed the door shut again and crept to where her client told her the vault was. Making a quick detour out in the garden, Dusk picked a bag out of a bush in his garden and donned a black suit to better conceal her whilst she sought the vault out in the large garden.

Stretching and flexing her limbs, ears and tail, Dusk stared up at the star strewn sky. Looking into the distance, she saw how it faded from inky black here to a lighter blue despite being one in the morning. "Pity about all the light pollution, would make my work so much easier otherwise," she thought to herself morosely.

Shaking her head to clear it, Dusk stealthily made her way across the garden until she fetched up against an ivy covered wall. It looked like any other bit of the small mansion but she knew that was her target. She knew that one strand of ivy should be fake and act as a rope to pull on, and sure enough after a few attempts the wall opened up with a soft thud.

Slipping in on her pads, quiet as a ghost, she slipped down the small flight of stairs to the hidden cellar. Her enhanced vision had no trouble piercing the depth of the night, yet thick darkness shrouded everything with its veil. Dusk still had to proceed with caution. She bumped and tripped a few times, then turned on her micro flashlight. It was deep enough that nobody would see it. She beheld a drab, depressing flight towards a stony, ancient bottom before it ended at a steel plated door.

Her ears perked up, the only bit free of her confining black outfit. Dusk put one ear up to the door, feeling the cold metal of the door lock. Her inherent, super hearing was something she always appreciated as it made jobs like this so much easier. A short time after listening to various clicks and safety mechanics from the other end, the vixen thief smiled at a loud click heralding her success and slung the door open.

What was inside took her breath away. So many treasures and artefacts hid in this depressingly bare stone chamber. Soft lights cast their faint gaze over the items mounted on each side of the rooms. The tables held the large items, such as urns and armour pieces. Dusk was after just one object however; At the far end of the room a sphere with reds and blacks sparring across its surface with a large, blood coloured claw wrapped round the orb like a seal.

"All this trouble, and my client just wanted this little thing?" Dusk muttered to herself, picking the object up and twisting it in her paw, noticing how there seemed to somehow be a dull inner light inside.

"Hmm yes, why did your client take an interest in this item, thief?"

Whipping her head round to stare in shock at the human she thought she had left out cold, she only saw him smile as he saw her deep blue eyes to confirm who he knew it was.

"How?" Dusk demanded, her entire body going rigid as she realised it was fight of flight time, the only other option being sent to jail and human inmates tended to be none too nice with her kind.

His smug, self-satisfied smile never faded as he nodded towards a dark corner where a concealed camera filmed any would-be thieves. "I did not get where I am today by being stupid, Dusk," he said before pulling a small gun out of his pocket. "Let's go now, quietly. I would hate more than anything to shoot you and kill such a creature of beauty...or maybe I could still use your pelt to... keep me warm, perhaps?" His grin turned sadistic before he waved her through with the gun.

Placing the strange object down, she walked sullenly towards the entrance with her tail and ears down. As soon as she passed him though, she struck. Faster than he could react thanks to years of hardship and training, Dusk kneed him in the stomach and dashed for the object. She had been promised too much money for this job and would rather die trying than the only alternative now.

Dashing out of the door, Dusk scented and heard the barking of dogs being stationed around. Neatly dodging one, than another set of teeth, Dusk sprinted for the gates as she began a frantic scramble over the towering gates.

Emerging from the entrance of this hidden vault, the millionaire emerged with a furious, murderous look on his face before firing wildly towards her, "Die fucking bitch!" He cried out into the night.

She was just about over the gate now and... "Ugh!" Dusk cried out suddenly as a bullet struck her in the back, dropping down the other side of the garden.

The land owner shouted in triumph, marching up to the gates and hitting the button to open the automatic gates. His slobbering hounds were alerted by his sound, barking and growling at the sight of a downed fox. It didn't matter she was bipedal; they knew what they were trained to do for their master. "Go on my pets, have fun with the new chew toy," he said evilly as they both streaked out of the gates and towards the downed vixen.

*

In Dusks darkening mind, she could swear she was hearing a voice that was getting increasingly persistent and stronger. A light seemed to be shining...but it was not a white light. It was a dull red glow with darkness blacker than anything she had ever thought possible swirling round it. And then a clear, ominous voice spoke "FINALLY, A HOST TO INHABIT. WHAT IS LEFT OF YOUR SPIRIT AND LIFE IS MINE!"

*

"What is going on over there? Sally, Hooch, Butch, where are you?" The human said as he could hear a growling coming from the downed vixen's location. But it wasn't the sound he recognized from his dogs, and there seemed to be something obscuring his sight. Even though his mansion light should be illuminating the massacre of her corpse there seemed to be something darker than night shrouding the area around the vixen. Suddenly the floodlight seemed to come back on, and he beheld a scene that made him gag. All his canines were torn to bloody shreds, ripped apart and unrecognizable.

Suddenly he heard hot breathing from behind him. And there he saw something that made him pee himself. There was Dusk but...she was changing before his eyes. Her fur seemed to pull inside whilst her skin hardened, the bushy tail receded into a scaly, draconic looking appendage, the ginger colouration seemed to slowly turn into black and red patterning and all her bones cracked and creaked as she seemed to shift form.

Once it was done, she towered more than ten foot tall, her head had been reshaped into something like that of a bull, blood red horns sprouted from its head and all of its body was thick, granite hard scaly muscle.

Screaming out in fright, the human emptied his rounds into the demon that had just grown before his very eyes, each bullet piercing it but the skin just seemed to absorb the bullets. Scrambling backwards, he suddenly found himself in a puddle of his own urine and waste as he literally crapped himself in fright. Picking the screaming human up as though he weighted nothing, the demon ripped him apart like one would paper before screeching a blood curdling roar of triumph out. Sprouting wings from its back, the demon took flight into the night.

That same night, an entire village disappeared under claws, flame and jaws.

*

The morning dawned late and bright as a now transformed vixen stirred in a cave she had found. "Nnh, w-what the...how did I get here?" Dusk mumbled sleepily. She remembered the night's events up to a certain point. The mansion, the artefact she had been employed to retrieve and then she was shot. After that she...she... "Ugh," she licked her muzzle. "Everything's fuzzy. Why can't I remember what happened after? How is it I am alive after getting shot in the back and how the hell did I get here?"

The poor vixen moaned as she stretched, her entire body feeling fatigued and drained. Dusk wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball and sleep until her head stopped pounding, but she needed to figure out what was going on and what had saved her.

"Hmh, hmh, hmh, don't forget you owe your miserable life to me mortal. And once I am strong enough, I will take hold of your spirit, crush it and make your body my vessel." A sudden ominous voice seemed to speak directly into her mind.

Staggering under the wave, she got glimpses of a torched village, a slaughter of nightmares and blood curdling screams. "W-what is this, what the fuck?!" Dusk cried out weakly as her stomach lurched in revulsion. "Who are you?" Dusk demanded, eyes scrunched tight and held her head as she willed the images to stop. Eventually the weight she felt on her mind lifted and felt like she was alone again in her head.

Standing up on shaky, slender legs she took one step, and then another before she gripped the rocky wall as nausea ran through her before feeling strong enough to stand on her own.

Stepping out of the little bit of shelter, a breeze gusted along her form. "Just great, I am also naked?" She shivered in her short fur, wrapping her tail about her body to partly cover her perky nipples and lower area. Looking about to get a proper grasp on her situation, she could just see a bunch of rocks and boulders. She was high up, somewhere craggy and mountainous that she had no hope of escaping in a day.

"How the hell did I manage to get up here?" She mumbled. Shaking her head at how impossibly high she was, peering over a craggy peak before pulling back sharply. Dusk stared around in bewilderment before spying a stream of running, clear water. Everything else could wait, for now she really had a choking thirst. Making her way to the stream, she bent down to gather a pawful of water before Dusk paused.

She was looking at her reflection and yet knew it couldn't be her. The vixen staring back at her was a completely different shade of fur. Her chest and halfway down the arms was all a bloody red colouration, partway down her furred thighs was a streak of the same red with her long mane of fur a mix of black and red. The rest of her was a deep black colouration apart from the once white tip of her tail that had turned blood red. But that was not the most astonishing. No, what really made the vixen stagger back and fall on her furred rump was that she now had a sheath!

Reaching down between her legs, Dusk checked to see if she still had her pussy before she sighed in relief. But that was overshadowed by how she got like this, what had happened and why she was now dual gendered. "I am a freaking herm somehow? No, no, no, no," She shook her head vigorously, "this has to be some freaky dream. It just has to be, please wake up Dusk."

She shook her head hard, her fiery red and black mane flying all about before a soft voice coughed from nearby. "Um, excuse me there, but are you feeling okay miss?" A soft, husky feminine voice spoke up uncertainly.

The distraught vixen fell over backwards suddenly in surprise, her large tail flopping over her face as she fell backwards and hit her skull. "Nnnhhhh?" She moaned as she saw stars, her vision blanked out by her obscuring tail. She was afraid that anything got weirder than they already were, and felt safe unable to see.

"Hey, are you alright there sweetie? That looked like quite the bump to the head," the voice spoke up again before the figure tugged back her tail.

Dusk's sight was filled up with a beautiful wolf's smoky grey furred face, her dark purple eyes peering at her in calm concern.

"Y-yes I am fine. Just fine, very fine thank you!" Dusk said quickly, her voice bordering on hysterical as she tried to backpedal and recover her wits.

"Oh...I see," the wolf, clearly older than herself, said slowly and deliberately. "Pardon me for saying so, but you certainly do not seem fine at all. Also...pardon me for saying but your presence isn't exactly welcoming."

"Yeah, I get that a lot. So why not chase me off, I am used to it by now," Dusk spat at her. She was used to being looked down on but she had just about enough of everything.

The wolf knelt just in front of her, and for the first time Dusk noticed she had no clothes on save a loin cloth and some charms that were belted to her hip. The wolf saw the vixen flinch as the older wolf crouched down to her; she smiled slightly and placed a paw on her skull. "Poor thing, you must have lead a hard life. I am sorry; I didn't mean it against you. Let me introduce myself, I am Lady Sheliah, a shaman who lives in these mountains. What I meant that I can feel an evil presence coming from you."

Sheliah drew herself up again. Dusk opened her eyes, shut in an anticipation of a strike that never came. Staring up at the wolf, she couldn't help marvel at how ethereal she looked. Her mane flowed freely in the wind, braided in an unmistakable tribal pattern and symbols painted in white on her smoky grey fur. She looked to be so wild and free, she felt awe and envy for the female.

"Did you say Shaman? Ookay, well pardon me for being speculative but I kinda stopped believing when I was a kit...Wha!!"

Dusk cried out suddenly as a ghost appeared in front of her, moaning and wailing and pointing towards her. The vixen shot up to her feet and hid behind the wolf, her black and red tail wrapped round her body as though that would help protect her from the wailing ghost fur.

"You see them, hmm? Not many can do that without training for years, and since you clearly have no clue, I am afraid the alternative is you are probably possessed, and by quite an evil spirit indeed. Your aura feels most oppressive."

"Yes...whatever...just, make them go, please?" Dusk said in a shaking, high note.

"They will not until you make amends and the demon possessing you is banished, child. You burned down their village and killed almost everyone living in there. It's obvious they are upset, and for good reason."

Sheliah spoke with such calm, such conviction and with the image Dusk had in her head so clearly, she could no longer try to think this was some crazy dream. Bending over, the black and red furred vixen vomited onto the floor as scents and images flashed through her mind.

"Noooooo, oh fucking hell no!" Dusk cried and shook on the ground as tears rolled down her furred cheeks. "Fucking no! Did that really happen?" Dusk cried softly out, her voice taking on a high, whining quality before she found something soft and furred wrapped round her huddled form.

"Shhh child, it is okay. You were not responsible for any of this. Come, I will take you to my home for now," the older female crooned as she cradled Dusk's head against her smaller bust.

Still cradled in her arms, the smoky grey wolf lifted the vixen gently up, "hmm, I see the demon has had a knock on effect with you, assuming you used to be just a normal female before," Sheliah said in thought. Dusk's face burned in embarrassment and tried to squirm free of her hold. "I will need to hold you so you don't get lost, this place is not accessible by normal means of foot and I need to use the spirit paths to find my way back home. Hold tight," and with that she blinked out of sight on the mountain along with the vixen in her arms.

*

"Unnh?" Dusk moaned as she came awake. She felt like someone had pounded at her being with a sledgehammer and ran a hot stick through her brain.

"Easy there dear, don't push yourself. You had quite an ordeal, how do you feel?" The voice was tender, soothing, comforting. Dusk was reminded of her mother before she passed away.

"Oh mother, it was such a horrible dream. I dreamed I was possessed by this demon, and I was responsible for the deaths of hundreds. And then I somehow found myself with this crazy wolf and..." the vixen snapped her dazzling blue eyes open wide and saw what she was cuddling against

Her head was pillowed against the wolf's bust and Dusk was groping her like a soft mattress. "Ah, s-sorry um," Dusk gasped, suddenly becoming flustered with embarrassment. Raising and taking a step back away from the wolf. Her head suddenly found its way into something soft and furry.

"You certainly are a handful, aren't you Dusk? Don't worry, I didn't mind it. May I introduce you to my spirit guardian? Wolf spirit, to be exact," Sheliah said, her humour seeming to give her voice a delicate quality.

Poor Dusk seemed to be on the verge of passing out again as she beheld the six foot high, twelve foot long wolf. Screaming, she whirled round and shot for the door before bolting out, her large tail nearly getting caught in the door in her haste.

"Heh, well that was quite an over-reaction there," the wolf spirit smiled toothily, large canines showing before he began to shrink in size. "And a shame, you seemed so fond of her too, not many you warm to like that Sheliah. You think she will come back again?" He rumbled, licking at her paw like a faithful dog, making the anthro absently stroke his head.

Smiling, she knew the vixen would come back. "She has been through a lot so don't blame her wolf, she will come back. I know, I have seen it in the threads of fate."

* Dusk stopped, panting. She didn't get very far from the strange shaman's dwelling. She felt really weak and upon reflection, it had not been a smart idea running out when she was just in her fur still. "Damn it, I very well can't go waltzing back into civilisation as naked as when I was a first born kit," Dusk grumbled to herself. But what caught her attention was the impressive sheath she housed, yet...she no longer felt that presence in the back of her mind.

"It's...so beautiful up here. The air smells so clean and no one to ruin everything with their greed," Dusk sighed as she tried to imagine what a life it must be like. To live free of judgement, free of looking over your shoulder for murderers, of not having to steal and con for a living.

"AHHH" Dusk cried out suddenly as a spirit swam in front of her vision. She recognised the human spirit somehow, "wait...you?" Dusk said in shock as she saw the human the vixen had tried stealing from the previous day.

He was pointing and gesturing towards her, his dogs that had been torn apart were also there barking silently, looking as though they wished nothing more than to tear her apart.

"No, leave me alone please. I wasn't responsible, y-you tried to kill me first," Dusk stammered before a gradual swell of spirits from the village she -or rather the demon- had massacred. Cowering down onto the floor, she wrapped her arms round her head as she tried to block the wailing out before crying out loud as there was no escaping.

A howl sounded from behind her, and then they were gone, the wailing, the moaning, the cries demanding her life.

Turning her head sharply to see what had driven them off, her ears partly wilted at the sight of the wolf from before. He looked as big as before, but somehow lacked the intimidating posture.

"I am sorry for before, I was still cooling down from when I exorcised the demon inside you when you were in the spirit realm. I have chased those vengeful spirits away for now, but you need to come with me. You will otherwise be tormented until you lose your mind."

Both worried and confused, Dusk decided she had little choice in the matter. Besides, she had to admit that she felt safe with the wolves after the weirdness wore off somewhat.

*

As soon as they hiked up the mountain, Dusk found herself looking around the hut. She noticed at how it looked nothing like she would have expected of a shamans place. No bones, skeletons or voodoo dolls that you hear about in tales.

"I am glad my companion found you before it was too late Dusk. Had you been left alone, you would have had the life sucked from your body or driven mad by those you tormented and slain," Sheliah spoke without looking at her as she smoked a sweet, perfume like substance, her eyes closed and pink wisps emanating from the bottle she sucked from.

Dusk nodded mutely. Her ears and tail had been low the whole time as the situation dawned on her. She was trapped, trapped in a nightmare fairy tale where going anywhere out of their reach meant she was doomed.

"So...what do you want me to do since I am chained to you two? I am very good at giving pleasure but apart from stealing, I don't really have much to offer," Dusk said in a flat tone.

Sighing and setting her pipe aside, the smoke coloured wolf bade her guardian quiet. "Sheliah," he snarled, revealing a pair of impressive canines. "This fox doesn't know her place. Talks and thinks and ponders, showing no sliver of gratitude for what we have done," the spirit wolf growled at the vixens back.

"And? You will only want something I am sure after all of this, everyone in this stinking world is in it for something, no one will do things just because they care. And I AM stuck here aren't I? I can't go without your care can I? And if I am free, why the fucking hell am I still a freaking HERM?!!" Dusk screeched the last word. Everything had been so crazy, so confusing and upsetting in such a short amount of time.

Raising gracefully from the carved wooden chair she was in, patterns of hunting wolves carved into its back rest, Sheliah glided towards the vixen who had buried her head in her paws. Soft sobs escaped her. She appeared to be crying.

"Oh child," Sheliah sighed as she wrapped her bare, furred arms about Dusk's naked form. She ran one paw over her head and ears while the other stroke the vixen's large tail. "You must have met some pretty terrible people to have that opinion of the world. And I take it your parents are no longer around to take care of you?"

Dusk's renewed bawling confirmed what the wolf thought. "N-no, mother is dead, died when I was a kit, okay? And my father ditched me at an orphanage where I escaped and tried seeking him out. But when I found him he-he was fucking banging another female! People only care about three things, what they can get out of others, what they want and at what cost and sex!"

The black and red vixen's voice had rose to a shrill sound by now. Dusk never had anyone to talk to and she didn't know why, but she wanted to tell everything to this alluring wolf. Dusk wanted to pour her heart out to Sheliah.

Holding the vixen as she gave racking sobs out, the female wolf trailed her darker furred paws through her long, silky hair before pulling her tight to the older females bust.

"Well, where to start from, hun? Your fur still bears the demon's colour, and you are still a herm because of his taint, but you are safe. There are some really horrible people in this world, yes, and you seem to have met a good few of the worse ones. But you are wrong to blame everyone, Dusk. We are not like them, and not because we are pious or think we are superior, but because we have had our eyes opened."

Dusk just nodded glumly at what she was told. It didn't matter what the wolf said to her. It was just words. And words as the vixen knew were cheap and easy to sell.

"And," Sheliah said, sidling close up to the glum vixen, "I was the mystery client who wanted that object. Your sacrifice helped more than you know. By releasing it from its prison, you gave me the opportunity to vanquish the demon. Dusk,you have our eternal gratitude and...my eternal love and protection."

Suddenly she found arms around her body again, "uh?" Dusk gasped out before finding her muzzle filled with the wolf's own. The vixen tried to protest and push away from the older female but Sheliah was having none of it.

Pulling Dusk back into her arms, Sheliah pressed the back of the vixens head and angled her muzzle, her tongue flicking out at Dusk's red furred muzzle.

Dusk struggled first of all again; she had never been in bed with another woman. She enjoyed banging guys even if it was only to get something from them. But whether it was from how insistent the wolf had been, or from her new double gender or how secretly she found it so sensual to have both their busts pressed up to each other, she found herself melting into her newfound companion. Opening her own canine muzzle up, Dusk angled her head so that they could share in the anthro version of a kiss.

Humming into the kiss, Sheliah pushed lightly on the back of Dusk's head to deepen it before trailing and stroking over a large ear. Heat rapidly built up between them as hearts began to thump and race.

Dusk wrapped her own black furred arms about the female, their nipples rubbing together as she moaned. Her blue eyes shot open wide as she felt the wolf's tongue suddenly intrude into her muzzle. It was not the rough, slobbery kiss of someone consumed by lust, more a gentle caress of her tongue and exploration round her mouth.

Pulling away, Dusk was left breathless. Her tail thrashed about, creating a breeze as her large breasts wobbled whilst she fought for breath.

"Hmm, I would ask how it was, hun, but by the looks of your new friend down there I would say that was the first time you have been kissed with actual love," the older female laughed softly.

Dusk stood shaking. Her mind felt alien to her now. She didn't just like it, she had loved it. And the rod sticking out from her repulsed her but at the same time allured her with how good it felt. She felt needy, enraged with the sensations pulsing through her member.

"I..." Dusk swallowed a lump that seemed to have formed before trying again, "I loved it. No one has touched me like that or...kissed me with as much care. But why, why do you care so much about me?"

"Because she is a soft hearted bitch that seems to see something inside you that only mortals seem to be able to figure out," Wolf Spirit, now at a regular size suddenly spoke up from behind them. Dusk spun round and stepped back into the female's arms in surprise, but the wolf just chuckled in a growling fashion, "hmm, you do have a certain aura about you. One of much more promise than you could otherwise achieve alone. Fine, I will support my charge with her choice to help you."

All this was mostly noise to the young vixen; Sheliah had started to lick and nibble at her perky ear, trailing licks and nibbles down her neck and making Dusk arch her head and moan deeply in pleasure.

"Dusk, we will help you. And we shall start by showing you the difference between sex and love making," the sultry female wolf said. Her hands ran down her black furred arms before she hefted her large breasts with delicate paws. "Mmh... one thing to say, it is easy to see how you were able to get your way so often, hun. Very impressive indeed," Sheliah whispered softly into her ear.

Dusk couldn't figure out what was wrong with her. She had always made sure she was the one in control, always had a way out or manipulating her partner in what she wanted. But this...she couldn't stop moaning. The older female knew what she was doing. Every touch, every word and action seemed to fill Dusk's body with desire. Dusk drew back, not wanting to surrender to her completely as she melted into her massaging paws. "Sheliah...what magic are you working on me to make me like this?" Dusk moaned, her tongue flicking out to lick Sheliah's chin to bring a small whine of pleasure from her.

"No magic, Dusk. This is what it feels like to be loved. Does it feel good so far?" Sheliah whispered before dipping her head down on Dusk's body. Pulling the fur back, she began tracing her tongue in large circles round the vixen's large, dark red perky nipple. She reached her two paws up to gently massage and rub at the bountiful flesh in her paws, rewarded by a low throated moan from Dusk.

Breathing heavily, the black and red vixen brought her paws to Sheliah's head and found herself running her paws lovingly over her ears and head whilst Dusk had homage paid to her beautiful breasts.

"All of my past bed mates...have been ramming into me with their own purpose in mind. They cared only for release. For them, I was just an object in turn. No one has ever...touched me so gently, They took from me so I took from them," Dusk spoke slowly, her voice turning deep and throaty as her pussy moistened and more of her new maleness emerged from the furred housing.

Pausing for a minute, Sheliah pulled away from the lovely bust and ran her fingers over the vixens long whiskers gently.

"So you were a thief then, hmm?" The vixen's ears wilted as she heard the revelation before a hand ducked under to run over her wet folds.

"Don't worry Dusk, I know you had little choice. I dabbled in a few nefarious places myself before I met my guardian." Returning her attention to the soft bust, she began sucking again like a cub, squeezing gently and breathing heavily through her wide, canine nose.

Gritting her teeth hard, Dusk forced herself to steady her breathing as shocks of pleasure ran through her body. Her tail quivered and swished, sending a strong draft of wind into the face of the watching spirit wolf behind her. The wolf's own cock had emerged from its housing as their scents filled the small house and their increasing moans blanketed the atmosphere.

Feeling Sheliah leave her bust, the vixen couldn't help but moan in disappointment.

"Shhh hun, the best bit is about to come and I know you are going to love it all the more now," Sheliah said through half lidded, loving purple eyes.

Dusk's tongue poked from her muzzle in sheer arousal. Her heart beat so hard the vixen was surprised it wasn't echoing round the room. After working out of her only garment covering her up, Sheliah straightened and wrapped her arms back round Dusk before slowly guiding her down onto the floor with her.

"W-wait, are you going to...but what if I get you pregnant?" Dusk stammered, suddenly not sure if this was right. Sure she had fucked loads with a guy but never in her wildest dreams had she ever thought it possible that it could be reversed with her screwing a female.

"Don't worry about that bit, hun. Just relax and let me guide you through it all." Sheliah's voice was so calm, so full of reassurance that Dusk felt herself slipping into her control. The bust vixen was at her mercy and it thrilled and scared her all at once.

Her face fur burned as she felt her new sensitive organ brush against the wolfess' slippery, wet sex. Bending her head to look down at her alien appendage, Dusk gasped in shock at the size of her cock. This was the first time she had ever seen it this big. She was at least a good half the size of a stallions cock; it aroused her so much she felt her pussy spurt weakly while her cock throbbed with unchained purpose.

"See Dusk, every bit of you is beautiful. Even that demon couldn't take away your beauty," Sheliah moaned before she gave a gentle arch of her hips, pushing the broad head into her own slippery tunnel.

Her deep blue eyes shot wide open as fire enveloped her large cock, she wanted, needed to pound the sultry wolf under her for all she was worth. She tried to lunge forward, sinking more into her but two strong hands stopped Dusk in her tracks. "No Dusk, we will do this properly," Sheliah said firmly.

The wolfess guided the vixen inside her as slow as she could Dusk's body shaking and shivering from the overload of pleasure, "I can see how guys can get addicted to this," Dusk thought with every inch she plunged into the wolf's warm depth. Sliding her out and then back in again, this time almost to the hilt, Sheliah held her there and kissed her firmly on the muzzle.

Moaning at their soft breasts pressed against one another, nipples kissing and rubbing with each movement the two canines continued their frantic dance. The heat that engulfed her length felt like liquid fire. Dusk pulled, then thrust, then pulled out again, pressing her knot against the wolf's slimy entrance.

Arching her neck and back, the vixen aided her efforts with her own, angling as she had known males to do to her to better tie her with. Her black and red hair spilled over her shoulders. Sheliah's paw came up to stroke a large, soft breast. Dusk returned the favour, massaging and squeezing the wolf's smaller, soft breasts.

"That knot...of yours... is so big," Sheliah gasped, so close to letting herself go but just shy, needing herself tied to the beautiful vixen.

"This might help," Dusk breathed out harshly as she brought a paw down to her pussy. Pulling at a furred petal, with a final hard thrust Dusk buried her knot into her, crying out at the tight wetness around her.

Crying out, they both came simultaneously with Dusk filling her up and Sheliah's pussy hungrily milking and clenching her cock as they both held onto each other tightly.

"Hah, hah, fuck, that was something else," Dusk panted as she fell on top of Sheliah, still tied to her by her softening knot.

"Mmh, I bet it was. Now if you don't mind I would very much like to stake my claim," Wolf, who Dusk seemed to have forgotten about, spoke up, followed by a quick thrust into her depths.

Grunting as Dusk felt Wolf dominate her, she stared down at Sheliah for help but all she did was smile and shake her head. "Just enjoy the ride hun, it is his way of making himself your guardian. Trust me, you will love it," Sheliah said, smiling as she stroked her face.

The vixen suddenly didn't care about what the anthro wolf had to say, for she felt as though she was inside Wolf's mind, feeling him mate and tie with her. His knot popped in easily with the amount of lubricant and the pleasure she was experiencing felt like he shared in it through some supernatural link forming.

"See, I told you it was something," Sheliah whispered as she saw Dusk's eyes glaze over with pleasure overload, her tongue spilling from her muzzle as the female beneath her tried to support her body. The wolf was growling loudly, sounding much larger than he was as he gave furious, fast thrusts into her folds.

Moaning beneath the pair, Sheliah felt herself coming to climax as she shared in the sensations racing through the pair as they mated like a feral pairing. The combined sensations set all three off, Dusk's cock pumping Sheliah with yet more seed whilst the anthro wolf's cunny milked and swallowed hungrily, giving a light howl of pleasure out.

Yipping and keening loudly, Dusk felt like she was back to her ancestor's roots. She felt such immense pleasure she lost complete control as she shoved hard in both directions, throwing her head back in a shrill fox cry before Wolf's howl drowned them both out with his orgasm. Filled and filled again, Dusk thought she would burst with the warm bulge appearing with the amount.

"Grrr-rrrrr, damn. I have not...had a mating like that before," Wolf growled through clenched fangs. "I normally can take anything but, Aroooo!" He cried again, filling Dusk a last time, setting off one last chain orgasm with the three before the vixen past out on the spot, Wolf having to follow her lest he risk tearing her with his knot.

"I told you...it would be something right?" Sheliah said sleepily, the unconscious vixen's cock softening rapidly as she soon followed her into slumber.

*

The next day dawned bright and early as the young vixen made her travel down the mountain slope, following a rough path made long before Sheliah had moved inside her hut.

Dusk had taken what meagre clothing she could find, finding it was too tight making her large bust strain against the fabric and with the addition of a sheath now didn't help the lingerie and shorts.

Shivering from the cold wind that blew this high up, the black and red furred vixen wrapped her extra thick tail round her for extra warmth. It was one thing she was thankful for even if the unnatural size had often offset her balance.

She looked back up the mountain yearningly; her ears drooped the whole way. She didn't want to leave Sheliah. Dusk had felt something she never had from anyone else; a love that was so real it frightened and pulled her. She had felt so secure, so safe...and that is why she had to leave.

"This is...for the better. I will find out myself how to deal with the sins and the ones that suffered my own way. I would only bring trouble onto them with the bounty on my head anyways and besides...I am not a hermit like them."

Dusk had kept telling herself these lines over and over, trying to reassure herself of her choice. But she didn't want to put off the first person she cared about in this miserable world, to cause trouble and be a burden to. Looking down, Dusk knew it would be a long descent back to ground zero.

After a very perilous journey, the wind catching her and just about throwing her off at times, Dusk had reached the bottom. Her long hair was ragged and her fur was a mess. This had to be one of the few times she had to be thankful for her shady profession. Running for your life had a way of increasing one's stamina.

A short trek through some woodland brought her to a small town as she inhaled deeply the scents that were more familiar to her, her nose flaring and body relaxing at the comforting familiarity.

"But now that I am here...can I really just act like nothing happened?" Dusk whispered to herself, after feeling passion like she had last night she didn't know if she could use her body again to get what she wanted. A canine passed her, whistling at her in appreciation. Normally she would have taken advantage and robbed him blind, but something stopped her. Somehow, this obvious choice didn't seem that easy to take.

Suddenly a police car pulled up to the curb, followed by a handsome wolf climbing out in a police uniform. "Excuse me Miss Dusk, could you come with me please? There are some questions we need to ask you," he said in a deep voice.

Making to bolt, she was surprised by his reflexes as he shot out the car, grabbed at her wrist and opened the door to shove her in. Any others passing by quickly lost interest and dispersed to his withering look from beneath some shades. He just reeked of a cop that did not mess around with trouble makers.

Climbing in, he slammed the door shut and sped off.

"What the fuck, where do you get off taking someone in like that? I swear I will sue you for all you are worth if you don't let me out this INSTANT!" Dusk shouted before to her surprise, she was suddenly yanked back and found her muzzle captured into a kiss.

Dusk was absolutely stunned, she couldn't even muster any strength to pull back when she saw who it was. "S-Sheliah...what...?" Dusk gasped, she couldn't understand what was going on.

"Like I told you before Sheliah, you are far too kind and soft hearted for your own good," the cop in front said before a light clicked on in the vixens head.

Seeing realisation dawn on her, Sheliah smiled, "The spirits after all can assume another form or shape. They are not limited to their spirit form," the Sheliah smiled and stroked Dusk's muzzle-side.

"Why...why do you care so much for me? What is it I can give you when you clearly don't want anything though?" Dusk said through gritted teeth. She wasn't about to cry, she felt tears welling up within her but she would not shed them in front of another.

"My idiotic charge here seems to have taken it into her head to be your guide to redeeming yourself, and to be your mate it would seem," Wolf said from the driver's seat.

Grabbing hold of her paws, Sheliah stared into her eyes deeply until Dusk felt like she was swimming in an ocean of purple. No wait...she was inside of Sheliah? She was feeling her inside, so much sorrow she had gone through in the past, so much loneliness and the feelings of love she held in hear heart for the vixen.

Breaking her gaze away from her, Dusk fell backwards in the seat as she felt like the air had been taken away from her.

"You see Dusk, you are not the only one to suffer and feel lost. But understand that I want more than anything else but to spend my life with you. Please...please say you will marry me in a spirit hosted wedding?"

Dusk couldn't believe it, she had known her for what, a day? And she was proposing already? And yet, she now felt like they had known each other for a long while.

Her deep blue eyes sparkled with tears as she held hands with the older female, "Yes...yes Sheliah, yes my love," Dusk said, hugging tight with the female as she finally let her tears fall down her muzzle. She was not alone any more. She was loved.

Grinning with a backwards glance to the cuddling pair, Wolf headed for a little quiet place they would not be interrupted to invite the other spirit guardians round for a wedding to remember.