Kitsuika's Ninja Party by threk

Kitsuika’s Ninja Party by threk

This one’s an anonymous commission, and is a little different from my previous stories, but I wanted to see what would happen if I pushed a bit outside of my comfort zone. Namely FTP and more than 2 prey at a time, all of which are fully willing prey, which I find is a difficult mindset to write realistically when the prey are all for it despite knowing that they’re not coming out again. That said, I think I got it to work pretty well, so I’d love to hear feedback or other thoughts in the comments :D

The sky was darkening as the evening grew older, a misty drizzle putting a haze in the air that glowed when a door opened, light spilling out and illuminating the vapour in translucent swirls over the street. Following the light were the sounds of music and revelry, smothering the voice of a beleaguered bartender telling his patrons that they had finished serving for the night, and finally the last thing to be poured through the door of the club was a gaggle of women. All five were picturesque models of beauty; fit, well-toned forms trained for incredible athleticism, and probably would have been holding themselves with great poise had they not instead been swaying merrily in each other’s arms, one still clutching a half-full bottle of something volatile.

Closing behind them, the door sealed the light back inside the building and left the five of them blinking in the cool darkness. Not that the dark was a problem for these lovely ladies. Four of them were Taimanin after all, ninjas of the modern age trained to fight demons, and as such were used to working in the shadows. Their clothing all followed the theme of “dark, skin-tight ninja uniform”, although they were distinct; the bodysuits in various shades of purple with other differences in the detailing.

Their fifth companion was a bit of an odd one out. Where the others had long hair flowing all the way down their backs, an impressive feat to maintain in their line of work, hers was much shorter, just tickling the back of her outfit’s collar, with bangs and a messy fringe framing her face. She too wore a bodysuit, purple navy-coloured, albeit one partially covered by the extra layers of a white, open-backed, collared halterneck and a teal underbust corset. With the windows at the shoulders and hips though, as well as the manacles being worn as individual wrist and ankle bracelets while still trailing a few links of broken chain, her clothing was only slightly less provocative than the body-hugging apparel the others were flaunting.

Despite wearing the same snug underlayer however, she was not a Taimanin. She wasn’t even fully human. The slit pupils of her golden eyes hinted that she was just as capable in the night as they were, and the pointed teal ears atop her head along with the similarly coloured fluffy tail behind her confirmed her true nature. A fox-girl.

“A toast!” Shouted one of the ninjas, her dark blue hair swinging in its ponytail as she raised her bottle to the clouds above, “to another successful hunt! To another dead demon!”

“And to a hell of a party!” Slurred the fox-girl, tail waving happily.

“Yes! Kitsuikaaaaa!” the ninja cheered, wrapping an arm around the teal-haired kitsune before putting the bottle to her lips and upending it.

“Rinko! You’re the only one with any booze left!” exclaimed Kaworu, the blonde of the bunch. Wearing a comparatively more ostentatious uniform than the others, with a small white cape over her shiny fuchsia underlayer and gold flashes on her armoured thigh-high boots, she watched the alcohol already being drained into first girl’s mouth despite no-one else having joined in for the toast.

“PAHH!” Rinko let out a hot breath as she stopped glugging the fiery liquid, “N’my fault none’a you grabbed somethin’ to go before we left!”

“I’m amazed they even let you have anything with how trashed you are!” Chimed in the black-haired girl, Asagi, dressed in a more subdued dark grape bodysuit with silver armoured accents. Not that she had much place to talk; all five of them were up to the gills in alcohol tonight.

“Pleeease, you saw how that bar guy was staring, just gotta use a little inu- intooty- intuitty- sex appeal!”

“You may have used too much, I think the poor guy was drooling when you were done with him!” Kaworu smirked gleefully, eyeing up Rinko’s substantial chest. She wasn’t just the most generously-endowed of the group, she was also putting the goods on show with her cleavage visible through an underboob-window in the front of her iris-purple bodysuit, the eroticism of her fully open-backed ninja outfit highlighted further by the gold pasties covering her nipples. Theoretically they helped cover the twin tips, but mostly they just drew attention to them.

“You’ll be drooling next it looks like,” Saika smirked, the brown-haired ninja looking sideways at Kaworu, “and much as I’d love to see ‘The Steel Warden’ going dopey over Rinko’s rack-” Kaworu was already flushed from the alcohol in her system but managed to blush a little redder as Rinko laughed and stumbled forwards to half-hug, half-drape herself over the blonde warden, “we should work out where we’re going.”

Kitsuika gestured melodramatically, “I was going to make a name for myself, independent demon-hunter extraordinaire!” The four ninjas all smiled good-naturedly at the teal-haired girl’s declaration. They hadn’t all met her at the same time, but they had all come across her while hunting demons or fighting the forces of evil in some capacity, often joining forces to achieve their goals. Her non-human nature was later looked at with suspicion by the Taimanin organisation, but not being allowed to join their ranks didn’t deter her from surreptitiously meeting and helping the ninjas to hunt demons unofficially. Working alongside her, it was only a matter of time before they were won over by her mischievous persistence, and all four now held great affection for the determined kitsune.

“Where we’re going tonight, you dopey fox!” said Asagi, teal eyes looking down at the similarly coloured top of Kitsuika’s head as she supported it on her shoulder. “My place isn’t too far from here, if we all want to keep going.” She continued as the pair of them swayed in place.

“Let’s goooo!” came a drunken cheer from Rinko, face pressed into the side of Kaworu’s bust as she wrapped her arms around her waist to stop herself slumping to the ground.

General sounds of agreement came from the rest of the ninja girls and after Saika had hoisted Rinko up out of Kaworu’s chest, they all stumbled their way into the mist, propping themselves up against each other as they headed towards the promise of warmth and more alcohol.

Tales of exploits and drinking games continued in the comfort of Asagi’s home, until eventually they were sat in a circle on the floor. Kaworu’s green eyes looked resolutely across the circle as she tried and failed to not draw attention to the arm she’d wrapped around Rinko’s waist and was now unsubtly groping her ass with. Across from the pair were the other three, Kitsuika in between Asagi and Saika, although the former was no longer sat upright. The fox-girl had had so much that she was now lying in the lap of the brunette next to her, Saika’s armoured thigh-high boots a little uncomfortable, but with her upper thighs uncovered by her mauve-with-white-highlights high-leg leotard it was still a wonderfully soft place to rest a spinning head. The affectionate stroking between her ears was superbly relaxing too to the point that she had simply passed out where she lay.

Rinko made a minor jab at Saika, “Looks like the ‘cold-hearted secretary’ is a lot -hic- warmer after a few drinks!”

“Nothing wrong with being- being professional…” she said back slowly as her red eyes roved over the body of the head of the Akiyama Clan. It was true after all; she may have been taciturn in her work but she was very caring deep down, it just took a few drinks, or several, for her to show it more freely. Much in the same way The Steel Warden of Amidahara prison, now fondling Rinko, was secretly quite pervy after getting tipsy.

There was a brief lull in conversation as they looked at the Kitsune in Saika’s lap. Or Saika and Asagi did anyway, Kaworu having thrown caution to the wind and started making out with Rinko who reciprocated and giggled as she felt hands explore less and less appropriate areas. Ignoring them, Saika spoke to Asagi suddenly more somber, “Do you remember that mission a couple of weeks ago when the three of us had to take down that media tycoon? The one in Tokyo that was trying to perform a ritual with a demon lord to become immortal.”

Asagi hummed an affirmation, leaning closer to rest with arms crossed on top of Kitsuika.

“Do you remember Kitsuika cussing him out about how immortality wasn’t all good since you have to watch your mortal friends grow old?”

“Mmhmm. I’d never really thought about it, I didn’t realise how much longer Kitsunes can live compared to us humans… Why’re you thinking about this now?”

“What she said earlier about being an independent demon-hunter. We’ll be gone long before her, even if we do somehow survive being Taimanin long enough to get to old age, so if she can’t join the Justice Alliance she really will have to do this solo eventually. She’s so cheerful all the time, but I couldn’t help thinking about how lonely it must be.”

The two sat in silence for a minute, watching over Kitsuika, one of her pointed ears twitching.

“You know…” Asagi ventured, “if she can’t join us, then… maybe we can join her…”

Saika tilted her head quizzically, “What, as in leave the Taimanin? Even if we did that it’d still only be a matter of time before she outlived us.”

“No no, well, it would technically involve leaving them, but what I mean is that I did a bit more research into the ritual that that man was trying to set up, and I think it could be a way for us to be with her for the rest of her life, in a way.”

“Are you sure that this will actually help us be with her? I don’t think that ritual was going to end well for that him, these ‘deal with the devil’ things tend to go poorly…”

“That’s it though! I worked out what it was going to happen, and yeah, it’s not a straightforward life-extending magic, it causes a type of fusion instead. It’d allow us to become a part of her, and she’d never have to be apart from us again!”

Taken aback by the radical path Asagi was proposing, Saika stuttered back, “But- I- If we’re absorbed then wouldn’t we die?”

“Pfft, no,” Asagi snorted, “it’d be a pretty crappy immortality ritual if it killed whoever used it. From what I’ve worked out, it’s a little fluid though. It wouldn’t be oblivion or anything like that; we’d merge with her and share sensations with each other in a pleasant sort of lucid dream state.”

Saika was stunned by the conviction in Asagi’s voice. This was insane, throwing the rest of her existence away for this… beautiful, wonderful girl lying motionless in her lap looking so peaceful, so… alone, somehow… Tokyo’s “Strongest Taimanin” must be an impulsive drunk, she thought, but maybe she was drunker than she’d thought, because she could feel herself considering it. She was still sceptical, but it certainly seemed to be a kinder fate than what awaited them if a demon managed to get the better of them one day.

“Just an idea,” Asagi smiled as she straightened up, “you were the one to bring up the heavy life and death stuff anyway.” Her teal eyes screwed up closed for a moment as she stretched her arms behind her head, pushing her chest forwards as she flexed her back. “I’m going to fetch another bottle of something, I’ll be right back.” She said, releasing a sigh of satisfaction with her stretch before she retreated to another room.

Saika glanced at the swish of her purple bodysuit-clad hips as she left, and looked back at her companions. Rinko had taken the lead from Kaworu while Asagi had been talking it seemed, the playful girl now straddling the blonde’s lap, giggling as she kissed her and felt the Steel Warden’s hands running over her skin through the open back of her bodysuit. Saika looked down from the amorous pair to continue petting Kitsuika’s hair, her expression twinkling as she earned an unconscious smile for her trouble. Taimanin could work closely together, but they were truly lucky for there to be so much love between the five of them…

“Refills! You can stop eating each other’s faces for a moment~”

Asagi strode back in, making eye contact with Kaworu and tossing a couple of bottles to her, which she deftly caught despite not having quite come up for air yet.

“Here you go.” Saika’s bottle was passed more delicately to her, and she thanked Asagi.

“Fuaahh!” Rinko finally stopped snogging and twisted herself to grab her drink, popped the top and toasted the others as she hugged her make-out partner, indulging the pervy blonde by shoving her face into the exposed cleavage. “Cheers!”

“Chmmffss!” Came the muffled response between her boobs.

“Cheers!” Asagi tittered.

“Cheers, and… I’ll do it.”

“Eh?”

Saika’s resolute red eyes met Asagi’s. “I said I’ll do it.”

“Do what?” Rinko piped up quizzically, paying no mind to Kaworu’s breath still huffing against her chest.

“Go through with Asagi’s ritual to fuse with Kitsuika.”

“Uh…”

“Kitsune live so much longer than us! I care so much about all of you but we’ll be gone long before her, so if I can be some sort of keepsake for her, then…”

“We’d be more than just a memento,” Asagi added, kneeling down beside the sleeping foxgirl, “we’d become an actual part of her, able to share in her experiences, feel what she was feeling, and none of us would have to lose each other. Not ever.”

“Feel what she feels, huh?” Kaworu said, poking her head around the veil of Rinko’s dark blue hair and somehow managing to grin simultaneously sweetly and lewdly. “That doesn’t seem so bad.”

“You’re in as well?” Saika was somewhat surprised that The Steel Warden would be willing to join her on this, but despite such a sudden introduction to the idea the blonde certainly seemed committed to the idea already, nodding happily. Perhaps the alcohol in their systems was lowering their inhibitions more than they’d realised, although on the other hand maybe it was just removing their filters and giving them the courage to voice their true feelings.

“Glad to hear it,” smiled Asagi, “how about you?” she directed at the fourth woman, currently straddling Kaworu.

Rinko took a deep swig before unsteadily dismounting her partner, and plonking herself down on her butt facing the others, “I’m not about t’be left behind in all this! You c’n count me in too!”

Asagi positively beamed as they came to an agreement.

“Excellent! I mean- this is amazing, just wait here for me and I’ll be right back with the scroll!”

“Scr- you had the ritual prepared already?!” Saika called after the purple-clad figure retreating down the hall.

“Never hurts to be prepared!” Came Asagi’s response through a wall somewhere in the house.

It wasn’t long before the clacking of heels on wooden floorboards heralded her return, now with a roll of parchment in tow, and the four Taimanin knelt in a circle around where Kitsuika lay.

“Hooh, so… everyone ready for this?” Asagi said as she handed extra pages of hastily scrawled incantations.

“Yes.”

“Absolutely.”

glug “Mmph, hahh, yep!”

“Well then… here we go.”

The lights flickered imperceptibly as Asagi began to chant, weaving tilted words that shimmered above Kitsuika’s unconscious body. Her voice was joined by the others’, reading from theyir respective bits of paper, and as they spoke in synchrony the syllables reverberated, lingering as if the echoes themselves had been ensnared. The air rippled above Kitsuika, and a faint golden light began to shine from the foxgirl, glowing from just beneath the skin and wisps of radiance rising like vapour towards the odd distortion. It shuddered with each new word they poured into it, and as they reached finales of their scripts raised a hand each, palms upwards towards the shimmering haze, in which peculiar pink shapes began to form and solidify like creases in the air itself.

Fidgeting as the incantation grew in volume they looked almost agitated, drawing towards the proffered hands and turning away at the last moment. All four Taimanin could feel a heat from the intertwining shapes, forming intricate patterns with every strand growing steadily more opaque; a solid pink, glowing like glass tendrils dancing in a forge. Indeed it felt like they were stood before an open kiln, but the air was not hot, and they didn’t burn, eyes flicking from the written passages in one hand to stare into the unreal flames they had conjured and poured their affection onto like so much fuel.

It was a beautiful spell.

There were only so many words in the ritual though, and it soon drew to a crescendo. The final words were spoken, and with the pressure they had been applying to the magic coalescence replaced by a vacuum of silence, it burst. It was as if the invisible skin of a bubble had popped, Asagi thought, a bubble filled with a golden mist that rushed to fill the surrounding empty air and carrying the pink shapes with it, which darted outwards like an unravelling cluster of eels towards the ninjas’ fingertips.

All four women were hardened warriors, yet they gasped and pulled their hands back as the solid tendrils made contact and merged with them, seeming to flatten against the skin and spreading with a sensation like they had gone their whole lives wrapped in leather and for the first time it had been stripped away for warm hands to caress their skin with no impediment. More than one pair of knees wobbled, Kaworu letting out a low, protracted moan as the intense feelings were dragged sensually across their bodies.

The shapes, looking like pink tattoos but swimming like koi beneath the surface of a pond wormed their way up the ninjas’ arms, visibly scattering across the toned, shivering forms over their shoulders, down their backs and beneath the bodysuits. Though they couldn’t see the marks’ progress the deep, tingling sensitivity could be felt spreading downwards, Saika yipping gently as it passed her breasts and her nipples hardened instantly as the subtle feeling of contact with her leotard was quadrupled and teased them with the mere touch. It glid over their buttocks and continued down their legs, the shapes re-emerging from the beneath fabric of Saika’s outfit as they crossed her exposed thighs.

Kitsuika’s glowing aura had faded along with the floating golden haze above her, and there was a moment of quiet tension as the women tried to regain their composure. The ninjas panted heavily as the marks traced lazy lines of pleasure over their whole bodies, a pent-up whine escaping Rinko as she stood as still as she could with her legs apart, trying not to overstimulate herself. The wet patch already soaked through her purple bodysuit proved her limited success, although the similarly damp spots on the others showed she wasn’t alone.

Suddenly, the sensations intensified further and the elaborate pink patterns began to retract back from the women’s extremities, the faster they moved the stronger the pleasure they caused as they shimmered over shuddering skin. While only Saika had enough exposed skin to show where the shapes were headed, every one of the Taimanin could feel them coalescing in a hot flood of pink that raced towards their quivering slits and dived unhesitatingly inwards. Nothing had strictly penetrated them, but in unison the four of them cried out as they felt themselves pushed to the edge by the seemingly unending torrent of pleasure. They fell to their knees with their hands pressed between their legs to try and slow the overwhelming stimulation, but they may as well have tried to hold back the tide as the magic rushed beneath their fingers in a molten wave that swept over every inch of their quivering pussies as it passed.

The shapes swirled around the inside of the soaked pink passages and all four of their bodies were wracked with an uncontrollable climax, Kaworu and Rinko both especially affected and spasming in place where they had fallen onto their backs. Saika and Asagi may not have been squealing quite so feverishly, but they still cried out with eyes screwed shut while trying to endure the orgasms stretching on unnaturally as the magic flowed upwards and inwards. It flowed through their cervixes like a whirlpool of fiery ecstasy draining through a pinhole as it entered and filled their wombs with a throbbing heat.

Holding on to conscious thought for dear life, the Taimanin were finally given a reprieve as the last of the pink patterns disappeared from their skin and came to rest in the gently pulsing pools of warmth held just below their bellybuttons.

“Thhhh… Thhhhuh… Hih…” Came from Kaworu, the first to try to speak as she twitched involuntarily.

Other groans and grunts joined her voice as her companions slowly remembered how to function again.

Asagi managed to piece a coherent sentence together from where she was kneeling on all fours, ass-up with her elbows on the wooden flooring and her forehead pressed against her clasped-together hands between her head and the ground.

“Th- Thaa- That was… Intense…”

“Yyyyou don- don’t say?” Saika said falteringly, in a similar pose to Asagi but with her face in the crook of one arm.

“It… It linked us all together, so… so-hngh!” Asagi cut herself off at the feeling of a hand on her chest. Rinko had moved a hand to one breast and was idly rubbing at herself where she lay, and the other three women squeaked slightly at the sensation of an intangible hand massaging their own sensitive breasts. “The ritual lets us feel what, hah, what Kitsuika feels, but we must be able to feel what the rest of us are feeling too.”

“Hnngh,” Kaworu interjected, “so when the magic… entered us… we were getting a magic fucking four times over?”

“Pretty much.”

“H-heh, gotta say that having four orgasms at the same time was- mmm… a novel experience…” Kaworu smirked, still a little breathless, and rolled over.

“Guh, sstop for a mo- moment…” Saika stuttered as she felt fabric rustling over a body that wasn’t hers, while already dealing with the tingling skin-tight friction of her leotard and two other bodysuits. “We need to take these outfits off.”

“Not something I thought I’d ever hear you say!” Rinko giggled, smirking at the yip from the ‘cold-hearted secretary’ as she gently teased her clit through the sodden fabric covering her crotch.

“Ssstop~ we need to, we need to…” Rinko playfully ignored Saika’s complaints and kept going until she yelped herself and her hands snapped up to protect her chest.

“Right!” Asagi announced, stood pinching her own nipples to wrench Rinko’s attention back on track, earning a half-thankful, half-reproachful look from Saika and admittedly more of an “Ahn~” from Kaworu. Holding herself together the best of the four, she continued, “Now that we’ve calmed down again, Saika’s right, we should remove our clothes. We won’t be needing them when we fuse with Kitsuika, and feeling all four at once is… mmf, distracting…” Only the slightest of shivers could be seen. “We’ll take them off one at a time, I’ll go first.”

One by one the Taimanin’s lithe forms were revealed to the open air as metal gauntlets and reinforced boots were pulled off and the purple fabric of the underlying bodysuits were stripped away. A light sheen of sweat covered their flushed skin, adding a hint of salt to the scent of arousal already heavy in the air that got only more powerful as they uncovered themselves.

Now naked, they could see everything of each other, from the nipples standing to attention to the nectar mingling with sweat as it crept down their inner thighs, but more significantly they could see the resting place of the now passive magic. It had delved inside of them, but its mark was shining through from where it sat, faintly glowing seals having formed on the skin above their crotches. The lewd crests looked like dark, intricate tattoos, with a heart-like shape centred over their wombs and surrounded by curved lines forming stylised impressions of their reproductive systems, spreading out from that most feminine part of their midriffs.

“Didn’t realise we’d be getting demon tattoos from this…” Kaworu muttered, prodding at the markings and quickly retracting her finger as all four black crests throbbed with heat and a dark magenta light.

“Well it is a demonic ritual after all,” said Asagi, “though I wasn’t expecting the markings to be quite so lewd…”

The Taimanin shivered as they felt the ghostly touch of fabric rustling over them and their attention was brought to the drunk foxgirl lying in the centre of the room, happily rolling over in her sleep.

“Speaking of…” Kaworu said as she looked down at the Kitsuika, “she needs to lose her clothes too for this, right?”

“That’s correct. Let’s, er, roll her onto her back, you and Rinko can prop her shoulders up, Saika and I will work on disrobing her.”

Kitsuika smiled in her sleep, slurring something unintelligible as the women began to strip away her clothes. Her corset and halterneck came off easily, and Asagi and Saika began to peel away the bodysuit, the ninjas sharing the sensations from another body of nimble fingers removing the underlayer. The glowing aura had gone, but something about her naked skin unnaturally drew their eyes, and the more of Kitsuika they revealed to the air the more they felt a pull towards her. It was like the emblems on their midriffs were iron anchors hanging over Kitsuika’s gravity well, filling them with a need for closeness, for contact, that Kaworu and Rinko gave in to just as the two slightly more in-control Taimanin got the bodysuit around her ankles.

Wordlessly, they reached around with the hands they weren’t supporting her with, and ran them over Kitsuika’s pale skin, stroking her curves and planting gentle kisses on her neck before moving down to tease her pert nipples with their lips. A moan came from one of the four, though none of them knew nor cared which one, and Asagi and Saika licked their lips as they watched and felt the lustful duo sucking on Kitsuika’s perky mounds, the teal-haired woman cooing appreciatively in her sleep.

As the two tasted the hardening nipples, there was a sudden wash of heat from the seals, and an unfamiliar sensation from Kitsuika’s breasts as Kaworu and Rinko probed them and the nipples stretched open, giving way to allow the tongues to explore deeper. Gently letting Kitsuika lie back rather than just dropping her, Kaworu and Rinko’s heads followed the breasts down to the floor. They knew the next step, the seals drawing them to it as if by magnetism, and gave the other Taimanin one last, lust-filled look as they wholly accepted it before closing their eyes and pushing their heads against the soft mammaries. Kitsuika gave an erotic moan, her nipples widening easily to encompass the two lovers into her bosom, chins vanishing a mere instant before the crowns of their heads. Needy hands slipped through the areolae drawn tight around their throats and tugged them over their shoulders, the fatty, pliable flesh stretching unusually to consume them and seemingly pulling them deeper with as much need as the two women were pushing with.

Pleasured, albeit muffled, sounds escaped from the uneven mountains, the ninja’s upper bodies visible through the layers of fat to Asagi and Saika. They kept watching and revelling in the feelings of both a whole woman feeding each hungry tit, and of the tight, hot flesh wrapping around their bodies two-fold as the magenta light from below Kaworu and Rinko’s navels disappeared through the taut teats. The boob’s growth paused for a moment at the widening of the Taimanin’s hips, as if catching their non-existent breath, and the half-eaten ninja’s naked legs slid uselessly at the smooth wooden flooring, their asses held with their sodden snatches on full display. Before the others could consider giving an extra push, the seals pulsed again, and the breasts RIPPLED in an abnormal heave that yanked the bountiful rears inwards.

The last of the blonde and blue hair trailing down their backs vanished as the widest point of the girls was surmounted and their tapering limbs slid home through the narrowing, tightening nipples. Saika and Asagi gave long, low groans of pleasure as they felt Kaworu and Rinko unhesitatingly begin to masturbate inside their pillowy prisons, slipping fingers into their needy cunts just as their thighs slipped inside the monstrously engorged breasts. The ecstasy on their faces was visible through the surface of the misshapen mountains before they were rolled inwards, the two Taimanin being bent at the hips by the growing tension of the fatty tissue to curl them into a better fit. Creamy calves were sucked inwards before the puffy nipples, now the size of dinner plates, finally pinched closed over the last of their feet with twin sprays of milk saluting their departure from the outside world.

The massive mammaries shifted with the movement contained within, although Saika and Asagi could feel their unconscious friend’s body trying to compress the bizarrely elongated, humanoid-like shapes of their two more active friends. Steadily they were balled up tight until the humongous boobs were closer to the perky shape they had been before the ritual, albeit each the size of an exercise ball, and still shuddering slowly. Despite the more usual shape achieved as the breasts became accustomed to their payload, the curves of the women’s bountiful rears were still somewhat perceptible, as were the bumps of their heads, knees and so on. Not their hands though, but Saika and Asagi could feel them being put thoroughly to use on the occupants themselves, frantically rubbing at their clits as if under an irresistible compulsion.

Asagi swallowed heavily, and turned a half-lidded gaze towards Saika, trying to ignore the hot, wet feeling of milk and slick boob-flesh massaging every inch of her, and speaking over the muffled groans of enjoyment escaping the great swells.

“Yyoouuuu nexxxt~”

The pair looked back at the prone kitsune, asleep but nevertheless reacting strongly to the stimuli, unconsciously gyrating her hips to thrust upwards as if trying to grind on something to relieve the arousal they could see soaking her eager womanhood.

“I’ll go laassst… t-t-to tell, tell her what’s happened…” It was difficult speaking with the overloaded sensations of her boobs being filled, stretched to the limit and not one but two people jilling themselves so wildly they may well be frothing their creamy surroundings into a milkshake. And now with Saika about to take the dive, a third participant and the girthiest penetration she’d ever experienced was about to be added on top.

Saika was obviously thinking the same thing, the brunette falteringly quipping “I’m… nnnot sure th-thhhis ritual was rEALly meant for mmMMMmore than- than one person…. at a time~”

“Ha… hah, haaahh,” Asagi crooned back, “Not… the worst… side-effect… in the world… Now hurry up alreadyyyyy…” she spoke carefully, a slight whine slipping through a hairline fracture in her self-control.

Grinning, Saika turned her eager gaze back to Kitsuika’s bobbing pelvis. Lust could almost be heard on every huffing breath from the brunette, but pure affection could be seen in her eyes still, a love not entirely obscurable by the decidedly less impure impulses rampaging in her- their heads.

Asagi couldn’t look away, the noirette feeling the hands on her own rear as the foxgirl’s buttocks were gripped by Saika, who happily lowered her mouth towards the mons pubis.

The milliseconds seemed to drag unbearably as Saika’s lips parted, her dainty tongue inching closer to the waiting honeypot. Even Kaworu and Rinko seemed to slow their ministrations a little in anticipation before… finally…

Contact.

The eyes of the so-called ‘Strongest Taimanin’ rolled back as she swayed, collapsing backwards and crying out involuntarily at the reinvigorated attentions of the two Taimanin she could feel in her heaving breasts, now overlaid with the fervent probing of Saika’s apparently quite skilful tongue. Asagi’s voice mingled with Kitsuika’s as the teal-haired girl exclaimed ecstatically in her unconscious rapture. A dazed part of Asagi realised that she could taste the nectar dripping from the soft slit, and reflected dreamily that it may have been the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted, before thoughts and breath alike were drove from her when Saika’s entire hand spread the drenched entrance wide.

Flecks of spittle flew from her clenched teeth as first one, then two hands glid inwards, passing beneath the seals throbbing hot once more. Foreplay? They’d all been drowning in it since the ritual had begun, and Kitsuika’s ridged inner walls slid effortlessly over the widening breadth of Saika’s arms. Fingers tickled at her cervix for a moment before the resistant ring reluctantly dilated, stretching open with a burn like a lump of coal had been left smouldering inside her. Asagi grunted as she felt all the space she thought she’d had inside her pushed firmly into, Saika giving Kitsuika’s clit one final kiss as her snatch reached her upper arms, and the brunette lowered her head to dive into the tunnel stretched tight around her.

When she was able to focus she could see the forms of Kaworu and Rinko writhing as best they could with even less space to move than she, muffled yowls of pleasure escaping as Saika scrabbled at the floor to press onwards. Asagi bucked her hips helplessly through the drawn-out experience of the sheer girth of another person stretching her, convinced at every moment that she’d taken as much as she could take and every following moment proving her wrong as Kitsuika’s belly became more distended and the tight band of the cervix crept determinedly down from her head towards her toes.

So full, so hot, so full, Asagi’s brain spun in circles as she swore she felt it melting along with the rest of her body. She watched Saika’s upper body reappear, her back bulging from Kitsuika’s middle as the third seal entered the foxgirl. So much heat; inside her and pressing outwards, surrounding her and pushing in from all sides, so intense it should have burned. But it didn’t get hotter to the point of pain, instead it just felt like there was so much more of it, impossibly layering upon itself and burying her in it.

Another pulse, and Saika’s rump was pulled in, Kitsuika’s back arched, raising the ninja’s thighs upwards and gravity assisted them as they were slurped up by the foxgirl’s pussy. The curve of her buttocks became visible beneath the skin as they entered the womb, Saika’s body being forcibly curled up into a foetal position as the last of her legs were pulled in through lips that pulsed and clenched around them like a hungry maw.

Heels of wiggling feet briefly ground against Kitsuika’s G-spot and delicate toes finally disappeared from view, the iron band of the cervix unseen but felt closing over them like a drawstring. With the sheer wash of sensation Asagi climaxed, her entire being throbbing with an orgasm shaking her like an earthquake as two voices screamed in unison.

Panting, laying in a puddle of her own nectar, she waited, if not for the sensations of the girls inside Kitsuika to recede then at least for her ears to stop ringing. Who had the extra voice been? The other Taimanin had certainly shared the climax, but they had been muffled. Kitsuika? Was she awake? … No, not yet, but judging by the pool of lubrication that Kitsuika had collapsed back into spreading from her still-quivering nethers, she was managing to enjoy this even in her sleep. She must be having some VERY pleasant dreams.

Time to wait for her to re-join them in the world of the wakeful, she supposed. She could wait. Powers above and below though it was like lying in a sauna! Mmf, a sauna with the largest, most deliciously squirmy sex-toy ever lodged in her and three lesbians aggressively stimulating every inch of her they could reach, backed with all the knowledge of her most sensitive spots. Or, knowledge of their own weak spots? No difference at this point, she conceded. At least they were taking it relatively easy for a brief refractory period.

Asagi dragged herself off the floor onto all fours and crawled over to Kitsuika, propping herself up against the dome of flesh that contained the balled up Saika, just south of the massive mammary containing Kaworu. Yep, Kitsuika’s eyes may have been closed, but that drooling, pleasure-drunk smile showed how much she’d enjoyed the ritual so far.

She idly watched the lumps shift about, and grinned salaciously at the forms of her friends encased so thoroughly, and in a haze reached back to where she knew Saika’s groin was waiting to give a protracted stroke. The pleasure rippled up her spine, but she at least had been expecting that particular thrill, and she got to watch as the others jolted. Inside the bean-bag-sized breast closest to her Kaworu threw her head back and the impressions of her face pressed through the soft surface, mouth open wide in either a gasp or a moan, she couldn’t tell.

Then she felt a tingling that she hadn’t caused. Not unpleasant, quite the opposite, like the entirety of this ritual, but all over her in a slippery sort of way.

“Hsahhghii~!” came Saika’s muffled voice, calling her name and pressing a hand out towards her. Asagi placed her hand not currently pressing against her friend’s groin over the top of the imprint, a moment of closeness despite the layers of flesh separating them, and the fact that they were both indulging in the feelings from Saika reflexively thrusting her hips as best she could in the muscular chamber to grind against Asagi’s right hand.

And that tingling was getting stronger.

She’d thought the next part of the ritual would wait until all four of them were inside, but apparently not.

The seals were tingling as if a current were running through them, and the juices she could feel coating her friend’s bodies actually did burn a little now, although not disagreeably, like the pleasant taste of pain when stretching. It was deep heat with just a little extra bite to it that sank down to her bones, somehow ‘thicker’ than before, if such a word could be used to describe heat. The three Taimanin were suddenly more active as their sweltering surroundings ramped up in activity, muscles rolling over them while the liquids basting them got decidedly gooier. Asagi took her left hand and thrust it into the pliable breast next to her, gripping the curve of Kaworu’s ass… and then sinking a little further.

It wasn’t just Kitsuika’s boobs that were soft.

All three of the girls were steadily getting squishier, and it got only more intense for them as their skin got increasingly malleable, Asagi reaching down past Saika’s groin to Kitsuika’s sodden but less molten vulva, massaging it as if in a frenzy to add to and amplify her friends’ shared experience. As she swirled circles around the foxgirl’s clit with one hand, the fingers on her other drove in and up to piston against the inner sweet spot, eliciting muffled squeals from the bucking swells before her until she felt the orgasm herself most certainly now rocking through them too. The climax was not quite as strong as when Saika had been unbirthed, but it just kept going, and going, and going.

Asagi couldn’t help but keep fingerblasting Kitsuika, essentially on autopilot now with stopping just not occurring to her as an option, while Rinko and Kaworu could both be seen pawing at the insides of the titflesh undulating around them, shaking their heads as they were overwhelmed. They all shuddered as one, nectar spritzing from Kitsuika’s slit and dribbles of milk squirting rhythmically from her nipples as the ninja’s voices, already muffled, grew quieter as their forms steadily softened. Asagi leant against Kitsuika’s belly, her hands staying in motion between the foxgirl’s legs and her eyes rolling back in her head as she felt herself melting three times over until finally, the bumps that had been pushing back against her weight were no more. She let her hands fall still, slowly letting herself calm down with her face squishing into the great, sloshing orb as she huffed, tasting the sweat and other juices on the air.

After a moment of this, she noticed herself leaning further forwards, and pulled back to see the three fatty mounds were completely smooth, not a hint of the three ex-Taimanin’s bodies to be seen, and they were smaller. They were still shrinking too. A subtle chorus of gurgles could be heard as they dwindled away, and if it wasn’t for the constant low burn of the crest below her navel reminding her of the magic at play, Asagi would have wondered where Kitsuika was packing her meals away on her slim frame.

Previously slim, anyway. She could swear the unconscious girl’s hips had widened since she’d taken in Saika, and even though the liquids remains of her friends were being pumped who-knew-where without turning her into a fat blob, they were certainly leaving the teal-haired girl significantly curvier than before.

Asagi’s lewd tattoo thrummed and she heard a groan, although if she heard it with her ears or in her head directly from the dark pattern somehow she couldn’t say. She recognised her companion’s voices though. Kitsuika rolled over onto her side in her sleep, her newly hefty breasts slapping together moistly and the thin layer of chub jiggling slightly as she shifted. The one remaining Taimanin was given a great view of her ass, now thick enough that she may have been jealous in a normal situation, but also a look at her tail, where she was briefly surprised to see more budding from the base.

They sprouted quickly, three of them growing like thick, furry teal reeds, swaying without wind. That mix of groans again. Asagi thought, Kitsuika had made mention of growing tails after consuming demons, (and more clandestinely, the occasional person, although no-one who didn’t deserve it she’d assured them,) some form of expression of the assimilated power. Was this her way of assimilating Saika, Rinko and Kaworu? Louder groans this time, although not pained, more dazed, disoriented, and this time Asagi saw the furry surface of the tails warped by something moving underneath. The faces of her friends appeared, obscured by the fur but still recognisable, pressing out in odd places as if they were concealed within chambers larger on the inside.

A dark magenta light emanated from within the tails in tandem with the seal still on Asagi, who felt another tug that she could swear felt almost reproachful in an indefinable way, as if the ritual disapproved of being side-tracked. The glow continued, and Asagi watched her friends’ features disappear as tails began to retract again, retreating back to the base of Kitsuika’s spine where the light delved beneath the skin. Like when the pink marks first appeared, Asagi felt them moving on her own body as new shapes appeared on Kitsuika and made the short journey around her hips to coalesce at a point just above the foxgirl’s moistened loins, where something… else, started growing.

The glowing shapes that were all that was left of whatever the ritual had mystically extracted from the consumed Taimanin faded as they fused with Kitsuika’s crotch, the light seeming to sink into the flesh itself, and Asagi watched in amazement as said flesh mushroomed forwards, rapidly forming an erect pillar of a cock sprouting from just in front of her vagina. She grasped Kitsuika’s knees to roll her back into a supine position, letting the member stand to attention. Intimidatingly long with a girth that must have been the absolute limit of what she could manage, it would have had Kaworu drooling over it if she hadn’t been a part of it. Tentatively, she touched it, stroking a finger up its underside and she eeped when the sensation of the sensitive organ ran up her entire back. Above her own crotch, heat radiated intensely from her tattoo, drawing her towards it, urging her to join with it in a pull that pulsed in time with the throbbing of the masculine member.

She needed to wait for Kitsuika to wake though.

As the last one to seal the deal, she still needed to explain to her friend what had happened, and so she sat back down, plapping her backside down in the wet patch that had spread out with Kitsuika at the epicentre. On the bright side, she wouldn’t have to clean the floor when they were done. She could wait.

A couple of hours passed before Kitsuika stirred, by which point Asagi was feeling like a taut string on the verge of snapping without some relief, her hips rocking gently back and forth as she squirmed in place. Her meditative techniques had helped at least, a bit, anyway, and she had resisted the urge to just get off by herself.

Kitsuika grunted as she propped herself up, blinking blearily. She was hot and sticky all over, and her body felt weirdly heavy. She had been expecting a hangover after the amount she’d drank, but these strange symptoms aside, she felt pretty good. Brimming with life and energy in fact! Actually, while her head wasn’t throbbing, something else was. Not unpleasantly like a headache, but it demanded her attention.

“Whassa-” She froze. Rising up from between her legs was a very unfamiliar dick that she did NOT remember being there when she’d passed out. Bewildered, she sat up a little straighter, peeling her bare skin away from the wooden flooring. Hang on, that was something else, she was naked too?! What the hell happened while she was asleep?!

“Ah! Kitsuika!” Asagi’s voice reached her, sounding happy with a slightly strained undertone. The kitsune looked past the rigid rod to see the black-haired girl just beyond it, also completely naked, with a strange crest she was also certain hadn’t been there before.

“A-Asagi? What happened? W- Why are we naked? Why is everything sticky? What’s with the womb tattoo? Where’re the others? WHY do I have a PENIS?!” The questions came in a flurry. The ninja scrambled over to her as she reeled them off, and shocked Kitsuika with how forward she was being as she crawled over her to sit in her lap. The foxgirl gave an “Unph” as she felt Asagi’s already soaking-wet labia kissing her shaft, sliding the length between her ass cheeks.

Asagi herself gave a drawn-out groan as an intense need was teased at being tended to. Gyrating her hips, she hugged Kitsuika to her chest as she rubbed her clit against the hard surface, the kitsune in turn humping at the buttocks hot-dogging her. Finally allowed some of the stimulation she’d been craving, Asagi launched into her explanation, interspersed which low curses under her breath.

She told Kitsuika all about how much the four Taimanin cared for her and how they’d lamented their comparatively short lifespans, discussing their desire to do something or give her something to remember them by. “W-we decided to give ourselves…” Letting Kitsuika lay back on the floor she reaching around behind her, she guided the tip of the new cock towards her pussy and, shuddering, lowered herself down onto it. Kitsuika hissed between her teeth at the intense pleasure of the new sensation, but Asagi looked like she could barely keep herself still.

Trembling with her gaze locked on a point in empty space, she fought to continue. “We used a ritual… that immortality ritual from… from Tokyo… It let us- let us- let ussss become onnnee with you… You absorbed the other three while you were asleep. Rinko and Kaworu… were in your tits, Saika went up your pussyyyyy~” Kitsuika groaned lustily as she felt her boobs, noting their increased size, and got a gasp from Asagi as she twitched her hips upwards, nudging her dick deeper in a delicious moment of movement, pushing her to finish her story quickly while she could still talk straight. “The spell lets us feel what you feel! What each of us was feeling! You absorbed the others and for some reason they’ve been made into your cock, and we can stay with you like that! I waited to tell you what happened, but- but-! Oh GOD!”

Kitsuika had heard enough, and fully accepted their gift to her. It also explained how on edge Asagi seemed; she wasn’t just being packed full of prime meat, she could feel herself fucking with and being fucked by the member being clamped down on by her own tight pussy, as well as still being linked to the other three as she clenched around their entire bodies. Kitsuika needed relief too though, and had always been the more impulsive of the two, so without waiting for Asagi to finish talking she grabbed her by the waist and began thrusting into her.

Asagi quickly lost anything resembling coherency, babbling half-formed words before giving up and just gasping and swearing as the thick shaft ramrodded in and out of her, unable and unwilling to escape Kitsuika’s grasp as she pounded away. Her tits and ass jiggled happily as she was bounced atop the dick, its girth scraping at her insides and bulging out her abdomen as it filled her, the magic of the seal removing all discomfort as the length pistoned deep enough to bump up against her cervix. The sensations from the three ex-Taimanin’s new form had essentially turned her entire body into an erogenous zone, so feeling her own cunt wrapped around herself while simultaneously being filled more than by any lay she’d ever had before was straining her entire being taut. Assaulted with such intense pressures from within and without she felt like she was being flattened, stretched into a membrane moulded around the meaty member and pushed irresistibly in two directions while unable to move in either.

The orgasm was inescapable, approaching with such inevitability and force that it was all she could do to hold on when it reached her, her hands on Kitsuika’s shoulders to keep herself upright. Nectar was still squirting out over her thighs as Kitsuika’s hips continued to slap against hers, not letting up, and she sensed the aftershocks of an imminent second climax when she felt her lover’s orgasm building too. They hit at the same moment, and Asagi threw her head back with a strangled scream of ecstasy rising over Kitsuika’s impassioned grunts, completely overwhelmed by pleasure as a hot torrent of cum pumped into her, her tummy swelling outwards and distorting her crest with the sheer volume flowing into her womb.

Kitsuika slowed, spurts of white cum just managing to escape the almost vacuum-tight seal of Asagi’s pussy around her cock by virtue of there being nowhere else for it to go. With her legs shaking too much to stand, the pleasure drunk ninja flopped sideways, letting the still-hard boner slither out of her followed by a small outpouring of the cum trapped by the phallus, although most of it remained held inside by the valve of her cervix and created a sloshing bulge from her front.

With the heavily lubricated tool exposed to the air, Asagi felt strangely cold, and wrapped her lips around it, kissing the tip before plunging it to the back of her throat like an absolute professional getting to work cleaning the two women’s fluids from it. Right to the hilt without even a hint of a gag. Kitsuika was still regaining her bearings, but made a hazy note that she was somehow still hard. Not a massive shock considering what Asagi was doing, but even so, she wondered if the magic was playing a role.

Probably, she figured. She thought about the three ninjas making up her new manhood, and how Asagi apparently wanted to join them. Focusing on the feelings from the organ, there was an unsatisfied need growing between her thighs. Even after just having pumped Asagi full there was something missing, something that still had to be done…

“Mmf!”

Kitsuika’s attention was drawn by the noise of surprise from Asagi as her mouthful swelled unexpectedly. When Kitsuika’s thoughts had turned to arousing ideas of how to satisfy the boner that was refusing to settle down, it had grown abruptly, its girth increasing such that Asagi had had to pull it out of her suddenly strained, bulging throat before she risked hurting her jaw.

And it kept swelling.

Bigger, and bigger, inhumanly, unnaturally large in pulses until the great throbbing slab of veined manmeat was about as big as the two women themselves. Kitsuika felt it ache for the final piece of the incomplete ritual, and though the kitsune couldn’t sense it, Asagi could feel a similar craving radiating from her crest to fill her entire body.

Asagi couldn’t resist any longer. She’d done all she needed to, it was time to bring this to a close and join the others. As Kitsuika was sitting up, she moved around between her legs and once again she leant forwards to give the rigid member a kiss on the tip. It was intoxicating being so near, every sense screaming that it needed her, and she needed it.

Like the call of the void pulling her over the edge of a dizzying cliff, she willing let herself fall.

The reddish tip was larger than her whole head, and as her tongue slipped into the slit it widened further to allow her entrance. Kitsuika groaned long and low as she made progress, her hands gripping the shaft as it twitched and Asagi’s teal eyes closed and at last disappeared from view, the entrance of the urethra stretching with unfamiliar sensations over her face, her head, and after a moment’s strain, her shoulders. The rough outline of her head and breasts bulged from the underside of the shaft, muffled moaning mingling with Kitsuika’s as the cock slid over her lower back and the magic crest that had made all this possible. The last of the arcane shape slipped in at the same time as the last of her long black hair.

A brief pause at the widening of her hips, the giant member twitching rhythmically, then Asagi’s legs straightened to push her butt towards the ceiling and with a definite pull from the organ the curve of her sculpted ass was tugged inside too. With a formidable jerk, the veiny appendage pulled upwards powerfully, Kitsuika’s hands merely guiding it as it lifted Asagi’s kicking feet from the floor and pointed itself skywards.

Thighs, knees, shins, ankles were all pulled inward to an unheard beat, with the shapely bulges of the ninja’s busty body sliding deeper into the shaft until her head was at the base and a spurt of precum marked the moment her wiggling toes were finally consumed.

The foxgirl rubbed at the erection, almost wholly rock-hard but for the softer mounds of Asagi’s body, and feeling fit to burst. Asagi was lodged in place, moving no deeper. Kitsuika could sense the climax so close, as if the organ itself was craving release, although through the haze of arousal she was so focused on Kitsuika could hear Asagi’s muffled voice. Most of the words were slurred, but they were in a reassuring tone, so she thought, and she could just make out a few of them.

“Evrrythnng…. Alrght….

… Tuhgthrr…. Frrhvrr….”

They soon turned to moaning though, intensifying as the inside of the dick got hotter and hotter, feeling as if the tube were being filled with molten wax. Asagi bucked with her hands pinned to her front drawing frantic circles between her legs, and her open mouth pressing out through the underside of the mighty column as she gasped, blood and ecstasy rushing to her head. The heat of the magic crest flowed outwards from beneath her skin into the surrounding flesh, and as she wriggled in place she found herself sticking to the walls, her own flesh softening and starting to run, flowing alongside the magic, fusing with the organic tunnel.

Her shape became less defined, movements slowing as there was less and less of her to move, until with a final gurgling moan she felt the last of herself, body and mind, irreversibly join with the others as a part of their beloved Kitsuika.

The teal-haired woman in question had done the opposite of get quieter, panting and whining with rising volume as she felt herself draw unbearably slowly closer to climax until some threshold was subtly slipped over and release hit her like a freight train. At the moment the last of the four Taimanin had fully merged with her the kitsune had slammed backwards with a scream, her whole body arching as waves of pleasure rocked through her and a stream of cum shot out of her with such force that it splattered against the ceiling, raining back down like a salty monsoon.

Gradually, the waves receded, each one breaking with a smaller white spurt than the last until Kitsuika was left panting, muscles trembling where she lay in the middle of a now incredibly sticky room.

Her heart rate returning to something below hummingbird, she took note of her finally flaccid floppy. It had returned to normal size as the orgasm drew to a close. Good thing that, she’d need to get used to manoeuvring with that monster if it ever made a return.

So… She needed a moment to process everything…

Although thinking about what her friends had done, she found she’d already accepted it. They really were going to be with her forever now, and the future felt less lonely already. And there was of course a whole new world of possibilities that had just opened up for her. Strap-ons be damned, now she had a tool she could do some REAL work with! She didn’t know if it’d ever be quite as intense as tonight, but she was always willing to try new things. Plus, the thought of the four ex-ninjas making up her cock feeling everything she did, no longer with any choice but to endure through the pleasure that was possibly even multiplied beyond what she was feeling by experiencing it through each other as well…

Mff, she’d be sure to reward them for this ‘gift’, she moaned.

That was involuntary.

“Wha-?! HOW?!”

She must have lowered her guard or something, because there was already blood flowing back to her groin, and she watched as her newly acquired appendage expanded. Not the monstrous size of before, but still erect and… with a mouth?

Now this was unexpected, it seemed she was seeing more of her friends than she’d thought.

The slit of her urethra had morphed to a pair of lips, and as she watched, lumps rose and shifted painlessly to transform the glans until it resembled a face encased beneath the surface of the penis, finer details becoming visible down to the eyes even, although the whole thing a uniform matte texture as if covered by under the thinnest possible layer of the sensitive skin. The last thing to become visible was the detail of the hair, running back from the top of the “head” and down the topside of the shaft, flattening against the smooth skin like the Taimanin’s long hair had once cascaded down their backs.

The face was… familiar, yet not.

Features of her friends were all present, but melded into one face it was a fusion of all four muddled together.

She felt the warmth of affection from the semi-independent body part, although as she watched it, there were no words, no sense of rational thought remaining. After inspecting it for a while and the occasional spoken question going unanswered, Kitsuika came to the conclusion that while the four souls were undoubtedly in there and sensing the world around them, the organ could not actually speak. It could bob up and down, throb, and occasionally even lunge forwards, which was an unusual experience to have your cock thrust itself. That said, it was hard to say how different it felt from unconsciously twitching a normal dick when horny. Maybe it was reacting to her own unconscious desires.

It wasn’t really responding physically to much of the conversation at least, and Kitsuika felt it was pretty clear that there was not much conscious thought there. She’d miss talking with them, but as she ran a finger along the length and felt the wonderful shiver run up her back, it didn’t seem like such a bad fate. Basically unthinking, but untroubled! Living with the ones they loved as a blissed out collection of sensations and impulses, fuelled by euphoria.

Kitsuika spared a moment to wonder when the tipping point had been for the fused women.

Had the intensity of the climax after Asagi had been absorbed been so overwhelming as to wash away all conscious thought and leave only the cores of their souls to experience what came next? Or had it been immediately after being absorbed themselves, their new existence drowning them in an unending pleasure until they no longer even thought about wanting to come up for air?

The kitsune couldn’t say, perhaps she’d research the spell at some point, but it hardly mattered.

A light gurgling, sucking sound came from the lips of her new organ, and she felt a twinge of that hunger, that desire for fulfilment she’d felt just before she’d consumed Asagi.

“Heh,” she chuckled, “still hungry, are you? Or did adding Asagi make you peckish again?” The foxgirl swayed slightly as she climbed to her feet, still slightly tipsy it seemed. Tugging her bodysuit back into position she spoke half to herself, half to the dick now pinned against her body. “Hope your appetite isn’t too ridiculous, but I’m a bit snackish myself to be honest. Let’s see if we can’t find someone out there we can feed you with.”

There was a sticky sounding splat as she took a step on the organically-coated wooden floor, and with a frown she took a quick sniff, followed by wrinkling her nose as it was invaded by the pungent scents of sweat and cum.

“Maybe I’ll have a shower first.”

Some months later, Kitsuika could be found hooking up with a ninja nun, the habit-wearing warrior dressed in a revealing latex outfit of thigh-highs, arm-length gloves and a one piece, the crotch of which had been tugged to one side to allow for some decidedly less-than-holy activities to take place. The pair had gone to the nun’s home together after Kitsuika’s evening of flirting and buying drinks for the attractive woman had borne fruit, and through her mischievous sweet-talking had tempted and teased until she had landed them in bed.

The ninja nun had obviously been a bit pent up, as she’d been shy at first but after giving in to Kitsuika’s seductive wiles was more than enthusiastic, now gripping the sheets on all fours and crying out in rapturous pleasure into the mattress. On all fours, she was giving the futa kitsune behind her a hell of a view, her ass rippling as the foxgirl’s hips slapped against it, plunging her cock into the dripping pussy. Kitsuika huffed with exertion as her thrusts became faster and the nun’s exclamations rose in pitch as they both got closer to climax.

Kitsuika was enjoying the encounter for sure, but she’d had a nagging ulterior motive when she set out that evening to find someone to take her home. The aching in her loins had started to get insistent, so she’d needed to find someone she could relieve herself with, and the ninja nun she’d come across reminded her of a certain four women just too much to pass up. Not that she could ever forget them, she reflected. Thinking of them now, her member throbbed with how close it was to release and then a little more, her partner’s wet pussy gripping her length tighter as her cock enlarged beyond what the ninja nun had seen before it had entered her for the first time.

Muffled expletives were yelled into the mattress as the latex-clad woman felt the hard member swelling inside of her. She reached behind herself, one hand gripping a cheek and the other between her legs, spreading her labia and feeling the rigid rod rushing between her fingers, continuing to penetrate her even as it grew. She revelled in being pushed to her limits, her abdomen bulging from the massive intrusion, even if she couldn’t see it with her eyes rolling in her head. Rough grunts came from Kitsuika, thrusting madly as she came and a hot white torrent jetted into the face-down woman, eliciting a wail directed into the bed as her partner spasmed and arched forwards, the sensation pushing her over the edge herself.

The pumping continued, albeit while slowing, to flood the nun’s womb with Kitsuika’s emissions, flowing in such volume that the previous bulge from her middle swelled out into a taut, rounded dome sagging beneath her. Kitsuika held the ninja nun’s hips firmly as she kept thrusting, not allowing her off of the massive erection until every drop had been drained. The nun groaned at the weight filling her up, legs shaking, until finally her teal-haired partner released her and she collapsed onto her side, giggling deliriously as her engorged belly sloshed next to her.

Unfocused, she made a noise halfway between a groan and a coo of satisfaction as the organ that had been fucking her silly slid out of her. How- how big was this kitsune? She could feel the strain in her pelvis for crying out loud as the schlong retreated. Certainly she would have felt hollow with it gone had she not just been pumped full of something else, she was sure. As it was, she felt satisfied. And sore.

Kitsuika meanwhile breathed heavily, grinning ear to ear at the sight of the girl twitching on the bed sheets. Nothing quite like the satisfaction of a job well done, but as deeply, deeply enjoyable as that had been, she was not entirely satisfied. More specifically, the ache in her loins was a hungry one, and it was not yet sated. As the last of her cock was removed from her lay, the now familiar face of the ex-Taimanin was already fully-formed, last to leave and dripping with cum and the other girl’s juices. It was also a couple of feet long. No wonder the girl was somewhat dazed, but Kitsuika stroked it while waiting for her to come around, and it grew under her touch until almost as long as she was tall.

“Ready for round two?”

Her soon-to-be-prey propped herself up, getting to her knees and tittering as she turned towards her.

She choked on her own laughter though when she came face to face with the obscene organ mere inches from her, startled into wordlessness by the bizarre sight. Wide, shocked eyes flicked towards Kitsuika’s smug, self-assured ones and her toothy grin, than at a strange gurgling sound, back to the twitching tip of the member.

“Wha-?”

There wasn’t even enough time for a single syllable before the penis thrust forwards, the mouth gaping open the moment before contact to engulf her whole head. Slapping ineffectually at the shaft, she gave a muffled yelp as she was pulled forwards, the cock somehow sucking at her with enough force to pull in her shoulders, the lips then stretching to slide over the curves of her breasts. The squealing now got increasingly panicked as her arms were pinned to her sides, and the carnivorous cock rose in a salute that lifted her rump from the bed.

Kitsuika ignored the frantic questions about what she was doing, and how and why she was doing it. She definitely ignored to pleading requests to stop and let her catch back out, opting instead to close her eyes and tilt her head back, crooning at the sensation as the busty woman was pulled deeper.

“Ooooh yeah, that’s the stuff~”

As the meaty rump was sucked in, the nun wriggled desperately in the shaft, possibly having hoped that her hips were too wide to follow the rest of her, but no such luck. Her feminine outline protruded from the dick’s underside, tossing and turning as it slipped downwards. Kitsuika couldn’t see it from her angle, although she’d used a mirror to get a good look before. She could see however the kicking legs recede from view, giving the feet a tickle as they vanished, and feeling the vibrations at the base of her cock as the encased woman wailed into the walls.

Unlike Asagi had, this one didn’t lodge in place. This meal, others before it, spilled down and into her balls, the smooth spheres growing enormously to accommodate the squirming insertion. Kitsuika squeezes the woman between her thighs as she falls into the seminal chamber, placing her weight on her to stifle the frantic struggle to relocate the exit, now closed tight until the time came for release. Not that it completely stopped the agitated movement. The smooth skin wrapped tight around the ninja nun, lumps rising and falling as she strained to kick out against it. Even her face showed through occasionally, mouth open with quiet, muffled screams as she begged Kitsuika to be let out.

“Don’t- hah, worry, I’ll be- hah​, letting you out… mmf, in juuuuust a minute~”

The “Rllhhmph?” sounded like it wanted so badly to be hopeful, before the nutsack contracted tighter around its contents and began churning with a rising chorus of squelches and gurgles.

“Whht? Nnh, NNHHH!! MMMPPH!” The muted voice was suddenly filled with urgency, handprints pressed out as Kitsuika’s balled up prey clawed at the goopy insides, violently thrashing as best she could and getting nowhere.

“Juuuuust… a… minute……”

The lumpy shape of the balls softened incredibly fast, the hard points and fine details of body parts being pushed out into the walls rounding out as the balls’ contents rapidly lost consistency until a last, desperate wail tapered off into a burble, and there was nothing left in them but sloshing cum.

“Al… most…” Kitsuika grunted, both hands with as full a grip as possible jacking herself off, until a moment later she had the release she and her ex-ninja friends had been craving, and swore long and loud as she emptied her load over her lover-now-cum’s bed, painting the covers and adjacent walls. “Fuuuuuuuck… hah, hah, haaahh…” Loose pieces of the nun’s outfit spurted out with it and landed in a series of splats, the habit even sticking where it hit the wall. After catching her breath, Kitsuika cleared her throat, casually teasing out the last latex glove still hanging from the mouth of her dick and tossing it aside. “Heh, my knees are wobbling a bit after that one…”

As the pleasant post-orgasm glow set in, she turned her attention to the face on the tip of her cock as the erection finally started to shrink and go down.

Her smirk softened into a smile at the expression her friends’ face was wearing, looking entirely contented, just as satisfied as she now was. She brought it closer to her head and kissed it on the forehead when her length shortened enough to bring it within range, sensing the gratification radiating from it as it closed its eyes and receded, its features smoothening away.

“Bye loves,” Kitsuika said affectionately, “until next time.”