He had been a mercenary and an adventurer for years and had never been one to dabble in the affairs of deities and other celestial beings. Yet, out of nowhere, he woke up with this accursed brand one-day last week. Despite being no scholar, he understood the mark as the sign of Inari, a fox goddess of nature and fertility. Once the symbol appeared, his body began to feel hot and strange; on top of that, he swore he had lost nearly an inch of height.
Vixen Veil was known as Inari’s domain. Only pure-hearted beings could enter, with animals and Inari’s followers being the only ones genuinely welcome.
“You gave me this mark,” he said dully to no one in particular, scratching his scraggly brown beard with one hand while lifting his left hand, the mark facing the forest. “I’d better not get chased out or attacked,” he said with a grumble before sighing and stepping through the trees with bated breath.
Upon entering, he followed the vague remnants of a grassy path, assuming it must either lead to the Kitsune shrine or to a useful landmark of some kind. All the while, he sensed eyes upon him despite seeing nothing other than some small foxes romping about in the distance, paying him no attention. He shrugged and adjusted his brown leather tunic before pushing forward. Whatever observed him seemed to harbor no ill intent or malevolence. On top of that, he was an unknown visitor in these parts, so he wouldn’t blame anyone for wearily watching from a distance.
“Hello, traveler,” a feminine voice suddenly echoed.
Grey paused, his appropriately gray eyes blinking as he looked around to find the voice’s source. Considering that the sound appeared from all around him, he figured it was being projected magically or sent straight into his head.
“You bear the mark of Inari, Sir Traveller?”
Grey sensed no weariness or aggression from the voice, so he simply nodded and raised his hand to display the mark. “It is not of my own accord, but, yes. I woke up the previous week with Inari’s mark branded into my skin. The name’s Grey, by the way,” The use of the term ‘branding’ may have been harsh, considering there was nothing burnt into his flesh.
“Inari has expected you. Vixen Veil welcomes you, Grey. Please push forward on your path,” the voice warmly insisted before vanishing.
“What a pain…” Grey sighed as he trudged forward. As the minutes passed, he felt a godly magic more thickly permeating the air; indeed, it was the aura of Inari’s goddess magic. Simultaneously, his insides churned and swirled, a perspiration coating his skin. “Urgh…” He winced, placing a hand on his abdomen as he trudged onward. A strange pressure manifested within his abdomen, below his navel. His hips and waist ached as a slight pressure appeared at the base of his spine.
He casually glanced at a couple of foxes playing in some flowers. He had always been fond of animals, but this time, a strange feeling swelled within. ‘That looks fun,’ he mused, feeling the slightest urge to frolic and play. Realizing his thought process, he blinked and shook his head before continuing down the trail. ‘Playful’ wasn’t a word he’d used to describe himself, so such a thought felt peculiar.
As he neared the shrine, various scents assailed his nostrils. Somewhere in the distance, the fragrance of cooked meat tantalized him, and he caught himself sliding his tongue over his teeth. ‘Fangs?’ He stopped in sudden shock as he opened his mouth and touched one of his canines. It definitely seemed sharper, and that pressure at his tailbone had intensified.
Grey lifted an arm and could have sworn it seemed smaller-- less muscled and more lithe. He felt slightly panicked between the bizarre sensations and unusual thoughts but kept focused. ‘I need to find the shrine,’ he insisted.
As he trudged onward, he noticed an oddity in how his body moved. His hips began to sway ever so slightly in a way he couldn’t fight. Pausing, he moved his hands down his sides, ignoring the growing tension below his navel. He quickly discovered his waist appeared a little smaller, with his hips jutting outward more. On top of these startling discoveries, a sudden prickly, hot sensation overwhelmed his chest before enveloping his thighs and loins. “A-- ahhh…” Something was objectively wrong, and he felt panic setting in quickly.
He grew temporarily distracted by Vixen Veil’s beauty and considered how nice it would be to live here in peace-- maybe even play with the other foxes. ‘Other foxes?’ He caught himself, unsure of what that thought even meant.
Grey finally reached the Inari shrine’s gates, with grand red arches and a cobblestone path leading into the complex, which consisted of gardens, ponds, various shrines, buildings, and even space for farming.
“It’s nice to meet you in person!” A crimson-haired fox woman cheerfully stated, walking out from the gate to greet her guest.
Grey recognized her voice; this was the one who had spoken to her before. “What-- what’s happening to me?” He demanded with a look of fear and confusion. He briefly noted the full moon gleaming overhead, fully illuminating the shrine.
The fox woman’s fluffy red ears and tail drooped as she tilted her head and considered Grey. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. This must be very scary for you,” she maternally stated, walking forward as she took Grey’s hands into her own. “Please come with me. I’ll explain everything to you. I promise you are not dying or under the affliction of some terrible curse. I’m Aria, by the way.”
Grey faintly blushed as he looked down at the woman holding his hands. She had long, fluffy hair pulled into a high ponytail, with an adorable face consisting of fangs, a small nose, and slightly angled eyes that gave her an air of foxiness. She was garbed in hakama with a white top and red bottoms. “I don’t see any better options; lead the way, then. The name’s Grey,” he conceded.
“Of course. Please come with me.” Aria let go of one of Grey’s hands but held the other as she led him through the shrine complex.
As they walked, Grey glanced all around. Various fox girls trotted about, completing multiple chores. A couple giggled and chatted as they threw food into a pond for hungry koi. Another cleaned and polished a fox statue, while another brown-haired fox girl pouted and grumbled while using a broom to clean. ‘They work during the night?’ He briefly mused.
They stopped as Aria turned toward the grumbling young woman. “We have a very special guest. Punishments are never fun, but try to stay positive, Hazel,” she insisted, using a very slight scolding tone.
Hazel was placed on sweeping and scrubbing duty all week after a slight misunderstanding occurred. “I didn’t realize we were saving the mochi for something important!” She whined, her ears dropping as her cheeks flushed. She then blinked and looked at Grey, her eyes widening. “Wait-- a special guest? Is this really her?”
Grey raised an eyebrow, his heart racing. ‘Her? What?’ He felt the ball of pressure within her abdomen grow while his hips gradually creaked and contorted. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he felt his spine shifting, slowly creating a curve along his backside.
Aria shot a severe gaze toward Hazel. The younger, brown-haired woman would have fallen on the spot if looks could kill. “I am still explaining everything to our guest. Please be on your best behavior, and no more gorging yourself on mochi,” she scolded, gently swapping Hazel atop the head with two fingers.
“Oww… I’m sorry, okaaaaay,” Hazeul huffed and puffed her cheeks before returning to her work with less whining.
As Grey continued through the complex with Aria, the itchiness on his chest intensified, and he swore he felt that area swell just slightly. The odd sensation at his spine’s base seemingly boiled over, and he felt something break through the skin. While still horrified, more strange thoughts flitted through his head as he watched the kitsune women perform chores and romp about. ‘Life here seems peaceful…’ Whenever he saw fox women laughing and smiling, a pang of jealousy hit him. He wanted to join in on the fun; it seemed a much happier existence than fighting monsters and taking quests. But he couldn’t play with them while looking like this; what a bother.
Grey stopped as they neared a building in the back, his body trembling. “I-- I am having thoughts that aren’t my own-- my body is-- I… Please-- what in the hell is happening to me?” He begged, his voice cracking and raising half an octave. He barely noticed his scruffy facial hair falling out.
“Right in here-- I will tell you everything,” Aria warmly assured as she slid open the screen door and led Grey into her living quarters, which were quite spacious and well-furnished with an Eastern, Inari-esque aesthetic. “Sofas aren’t the norm, but there’s no rule against them here. Have a seat,” she offered, gesturing toward a red couch.
Grey weakly nodded and took a seat. As he did so, he felt his ass spread upon the cushion, the position of his hips causing his legs to curve inward. He had to adjust to avoid eliciting pain from the strange bump upon his tailbone. “Her? What-- what did she mean? What am I turning into?” He begged, noticing his voice had audibly heightened in pitch. He adjusted to not squish his testicles, which were unceremoniously squished between his oddly positioned thighs. Before he found a comfortable position, a popping and sucking sensation within his crotch occurred. Suddenly, there was no discomfort. His legs could remain closed without harming his sensitive testes.
“To start, you have been chosen by Inari,” Aria stated sympathetically as she sat beside Grey on the couch and placed a hand on his knee. “It’s more than that, though. You are to be her apostle-- a kitsune of the highest standing within Vixen Veil.”
Grey was so disturbed by the receding sensation between his legs that it took him a few long seconds to process what Aria had said. He turned his eyes toward her with a look of disbelief. “I-- I will be a kitsune? Inari’s followers are all women. I couldn’t possibly be…” The realization struck him like a massive boulder thrown by a hill giant.
He quickly stood and wobbled, feeling off-balance as his center of gravity changed. His hand darted between his legs, groping at his genitals through his pants without a single care that Aria was sitting before him. Even through the fabric, he felt his cock shriveled and was only half the size as before. Further probing of his scrotum led to the horrifying discovery of a loose sack of skin that held nothing. “N-- No!!” He cried out in terror.
Aria stood and wrapped her arms around Grey. “I am sorry… It’s true. You will soon be a kitsune and a woman like the others here. There will be much to learn, but you will know safety, warmth, peace, and happiness. I promise you this.”
Grey trembled, unable to properly form words as his insides convulsed and churned. He felt every inch of lost height as she shrank while her hips and rear forcefully reshaped into something much more fertile and feminine. “I-- I don’t want to be a woman!” He pleaded with a shake of his head. Even then, he thought fondly of the fox girls playing and tending their shrine duties. Surely, they bathed together and spent much time laughing within the peaceful shrine. Why was the concept of this new life so unexpectedly appealing?
“I won’t pretend to fully understand the whims of Inari despite being one of the three head priestesses here at the VIxen Veil shrine,” Aria warmly replied while Grey stared dumbfounded. “This is my private quarters; you will soon have your own.” Her words were gently and carefully spoken. She then firmly grasped Grey’s hand. “Come with me; we’ll go somewhere you can finish your transformation more comfortably.”
Grey intrinsically understood her life was changing rapidly and that there would be no escaping her fate. As she followed Aria out the back entrance, her chest continued to swell, uncomfortably chafing upon her leather tunic. As her ass rounded out and fattened, her pants clung uncomfortably. “Errgh…” She groaned as the feminine folds betwixt her thighs quivered and took shape. As her womb finished forming, she felt an opening form at its base and descend, causing her loins and pelvis to ache. ‘Holy shit-- that’s-- my womb… My damned pussy-- this isn’t real,’ she internally protested. With her shape still changing, her pants rode lower, allowing her silvery-white fox tail to spring forth and frantically swish despite still remaining on the stubbier side.
Each step caused a noticeable sway in her hips. With her butt and hips filling her pants so thoroughly, the fabric pulled taut upon her feminine sex, making her abundantly aware of what had been lost. If she was still male, her testicles would be uncomfortably crushed.
“Right here. You’re doing great,” Aria warmly assured, squeezing the fledgling fox’s hand. She slid a door open at the back of her living quarters and led a trembling Grey into a private garden with high bamboo fences. The full moon shimmered and illuminated the private garden filled with various flowers, a small pond, and a cherry tree in full bloom.
Grey moaned as her budding breasts inflated and further strained upon the leather. She shakily slid her hands downward, scrambling to remove the tight garment.
“I’ll help you with that. Remove anything enchanted or of value and drop them to the ground-- quickly,” Aria insisted, feeling a slight pang of guilt. She hadn’t expected the transformation to accelerate at such a rate.
Grey wanted to scream in protest of the fate unwillingly heaped onto her. It wasn’t fair; she didn’t want to be a damn girl-- or a fox. She bit her lip in frustration and pain before nodding as she obeyed Aria’s words. She unclasped her sword from her belt and let it drop to the ground within its sheathe. Afterward, she quickly dropped her coin pouch and a few other odds and ends, including her rucksack, leaving her stripped of all but her clothing. She maneuvered her arms and noticed how lithe and dainty her hands had become. Her limbs had softened, losing the thick muscle she had built over the years in lieu of a petite yet toned figure. “I-- I didn’t ask for this,” she choked as her increasingly fox-like ears twitched and folded down. Her tail, now at half its maximum length, drooped in lamentation.
Aria offered a sad, sympathetic look and slowly shook her head. “I’m sorry, Grey. I can’t undo this change, and I can’t say exactly why Inari picked you.” She lifted her hands and chanted a spell before Grey was suddenly enveloped by a red, wispy aura. “I promise that life as Inari’s apostle will have many benefits. You will be treated as royalty and a beloved sister in our enclave. You will use your goddess magic to perform tasks, but you will know peace, comfort, and friendship and will always have a filled belly.”
Grey was going to offer an angry retort but instead, let out a girlish squeal as the red wisps enveloped her. Her tunic, pants, and underwear burned away painlessly in seconds, disintegrating into nothingness. Just like that, her breasts popped free, the cool night air enveloping the perky globes and causing her rosy nipples to harden. The pressure of her ass and crotch uncomfortably grinding into fabric vanished; instead, her vulva throbbed in contentment at its newfound freedom. She felt her facial features softening, her nose shrinking while the remainder of her facial hair fell out.
Without any worry of modesty, Grey looked down in awe, ogling the large, perky breasts jutting from her chest. Her pale skin was flawless and free of all scars and blemishes that once coated her previous battle-hardened body.
‘Crack’
Her hips and waist popped as their shape finalized, giving Grey a wonderfully feminine silhouette with a supple and round ass. All the while, she remembered what Aria just told her. A life of peace here at the Inari shrine; was that something she desired? “Mm-- ahhh…” She gasped as her silvery-white tail fluffed up and grew, her hair changing to a similar color while her vulpine ears took their appropriate place atop her head.
Grey had spent the last two decades living as a hired hand. Killing monsters, guarding caravans, slaying orcs and goblins-- all of it. She had nearly died more than a dozen times and had spent a significant amount of her life camping in rough conditions while worrying whether or not her rations would last. The girls of this shrine were beautiful and held an air of femininity and innocence. Her anger gradually tapered as estrogen and fox hormones flooded her new body, the aura of Inari radiating from her succulent form. She didn’t want to be a girl, but would it be such an awful fate?
Aria watched as Grey trembled and panted, her beautiful female shape fully coming to fruition as her long, luscious tail extended to its full length and swished low. ‘So beautiful-- she truly has the aura of our goddess.’ She saw how sensual and feminine Grey had become: pale and flawless, with wide hips, a narrow waist, and long, elegant legs. Her breasts were sizable but not cumbersome for her petite frame. “The physical transformation is complete. How do you feel, Mistress Grey?” She respectfully asked.
Grey still wanted to be angry; she wanted to feel a spark of rage that would allow her to yell at Aira and curse the name of Inari-- but why? She felt youthful and energetic, without a single ache or pain. As the mana of Inari saturated her lithe new form, she also felt quite powerful despite the severe loss of height. She’d wager she was no taller than an inch or two over five feet. Feeling awed, she raised her slender hands and spread her fingers, marveling at how small and delicate they seemed.
“Misstress Grey?” Aria asked once more.
Grey’s ears perked as she finally registered Aria’s question, turning toward her. ‘How do I feel?’ She mused. As the seconds passed, her anger and frustration were replaced by new feelings, one being a peculiar, burning need resulting from an aching between her legs. “I-- I feel… I don’t know…” She murmured, her breath rate picking up. Without thinking, she cupped her tender breasts in her hands and gave them a slight squeeze. “Eeeep!” She squealed as potent jolts shot through her chest before dying down into a milky warmth that caused her crotch to twitch and writhe.
“The full moon is when Inari’s magic is strongest. Your transformation likely occurred more quickly due to that and the dense fox magic within Vixen Veil,” Aira stated warmly, taking several steps forward. She contained a giggle upon watching the newly-minted fox maiden fondling herself.
“I-- I…” Grey stammered and panted, turning toward Aria. The deep, burning need deep within was growing impossible to ignore. Her vagina throbbed and secreted viscous fluid. ‘Miss Aria is beautiful-- those blue eyes-- that crimson hair…’ Uncontrollable urges welled within her as she found herself fantasizing about nipping Aria’s neck and being nipped in return. She imagined Aria pinning her to the ground and loving her all over. Why was this happening? Minutes before, she was scared and furious; now, she was curious, excited, and-- aroused of all things. Her sensitive ears rotated and shifted to pick up new sounds lost to her previous human senses.
“The full moon is also a night of sex and fertility. Many of our lovely foxes are likely bedding together as we speak,” Aria replied with a wry grin, her deep red tail swaying back and forth.
“S-- Sex? Fertility?” Grey’s cheeks reddened. Her new genitals screamed and begged in tandem with her fox goddess instincts and hormones. The mental image of adorable, sexy fox girls bedding with each other almost sent her into an uncontrollable frenzy.
Aria unfastened her hakama and quickly stripped, dropping all of her clothing to the ground and leaving herself completely bare. She then walked toward Grey with a sultry stride. “It would be a great honor if our new demigoddess allowed me to give a demonstration,” she stated hopefully.
Grey’s eyes widened upon seeing Aria’s nude form. She was a solid four inches taller than herself, with larger tits and a shapely ass similar to her own. Grey had slightly more going on in the hip and thigh department, but Aria’s classic, pinup girl beauty was utterly intoxicating. Her double D tits bounced with each step, a lustful look in her eyes. “M-- Miss Aria, I…” She stepped back and trembled, her instincts screaming to experience the sensations Aria offered her.
“You can tell me if you want me to stop; I will respect the wishes of our new, precious divine fox,” Aria purred. She closed the gap between them and leaned heavily into Grey’s lips.
Grey squeaked and felt her body flush with heat. It was strange being the smaller one in a coupling; she felt Aria embrace her with vigor and warmth and returned her kiss, leaning in as her crotch tingled in anticipation. ‘Shit-- this is really happening…’ She thought in disbelief.
Aria grabbed Grey and carefully guided her to the fluffy flower bed beneath them. “Adjust your tail just like this-- let me help you.”
Grey could only nod as Aria helped guide her tail beneath her as she laid down, careful not to hurt the new appendage as it eagerly flicked beneath her. She was under the aggressive red fox’s spell, unable to resist her new needs and urges. A silvery aura emanated from her as she eagerly looked upon the crimson vixen above. Panting and trembling, she glanced down at her body from her lying position. Now, she could see past her breasts and get a full view of her new assets. She clearly saw how her sides tapered into a tight waist before expanding at the hips. Her body was soft and slightly toned; more importantly, her body was a visage of feminine beauty. Instead of a cock and balls, the skin beneath her waist was smooth and tampered inward, following her body’s V line to the apex of her new sex-- the very top of her vulva. Seeing her new anatomy firsthand caused her breath to catch. ‘This is real-- this isn’t a dream… How is this possible?’ She was swimming in a sea of arousal, confusion, and other emotions that seemed impossible to sort through in her current mental and hormonal state.
“Yes, you are beautiful,” Aria teased. She descended upon Grey, pinning her hands above her head while sliding a knee between her legs.
“Mm-- ahhhhh!” Grey suddenly moaned as Aria’s knee brushed upon her fresh, sensitive sex. Her clit pulsed as Aria applied a little more pressure, her vagina spasming just slightly in eager anticipation. With her hands pinned, she had a clear view of Aria above her, her tits hanging and jiggling from every slight movement. Aria had a devilish expression on her face as she leaned in and latched onto her left breast, flicking her tongue over her nipple.
“A--Ahwwoooo!” Grey howled as her tail frantically flailed beneath her. Her breast pulsed with delight, her nipple radiating warmth as Aria’s skilled tongue moved in circles. As Aria’s knee slowly ground up and down, Grey involuntarily arched her lower body, moving her hips into the motion while coating Aria’s knee with her sex juices. Her clit ached and spasmed, desiring more.
Before Grey could say anything or form a coherent string of thoughts together, Aria let go of her hands and shifted lower. Grey curiously watched as Aria positioned herself down below and pushed Grey’s thighs apart. “W-- What are you…” She began to say as her instinct screamed to let Aria continue.
“Keep your legs apart, just like this,” Aria purred.
Grey weakly nodded and eagerly watched as Aria began to nip and suck on her thighs, touching her legs all over. “Eeeeh!” She squealed once more, shifting her legs as Aria’s kisses moved up her inner thigh and then to her labia majora. Her pussy sprung to life as Aria used one hand to spread her moist folds apart. As the cool air blanketed her inner sex and labia minora, she felt deeply embarrassed, aroused, and desperate. She had this vulva for what seemed like only minutes, and she was already receiving a thorough examination from a lusty, buxom fox girl.
“Hang on tight. This is going to be fun,” Aria giggled, licking her lips.
Before Grey could respond, waves of euphoric warmth enveloped her vulva as Aria’s tongue pressed against the bottom of her moist slit and slid upward. “A-- Awhooo!” She howled once more as Aria pressed her tongue over her tender clit, leaning in to suck and press her tongue in a heavy circular motion. Grey purred and moaned, eagerly pushing her hips against Aria’s oral advances. As her first true clitoral orgasm pulsed through her, she trembled and broke into a sweat, shakily clutching the flower bed with both hands. ‘How can women f-- feel this?’ She thought in amazement as another orgasm hit and left her a whimpering, moaning mess. She never imagined anything could feel so damn good.
Grey’s eyes widened, and she took a sharp breath when Aria repositioned herself slightly and slid a finger into the moist labia at the bottom of her vulva while still using her tongue to stimulate her throbbing clitoris. The finger inched inward, entering her vagina nice and slow. Having never felt anything inside of her before-- at least, not like this, Grey cried out in astonishment and clutched the flowers harder. A second finger soon joined the first as both hooked inside Grey, quickly finding her g spot.
If Grey thought she understood female pleasure by now, she was sorely mistaken. Her pussy quivered and spasmed, needfully constricting around Aria’s fingers as an insatiable pressure mounted within her birth canal. The two-pronged assault proved highly effective as Grey experienced more clitoral orgasms while her first vaginal orgasm mounted and swelled.
Skilled as she was, Aria moved her one free hand up to fondle one of Grey’s tits and pinch her nipple.
Grey howled and moaned, unable to contain herself or think rationally. “Grrrrr!” She growled in a way that sounded more like a purr, her hands unclenching and clenching again while her breasts heaved with every breath. As Aria pinched and stimulated her nipple, jolts shot through her body and mixed with the waves of milky bliss cascading outward from Grey’s crotch. As her first vaginal orgasm hit, it was in tandem with her clit, both experiencing pure, simultaneous euphoria.
The waves of absolute pleasure consumed Grey and melded together into a singular orgasmic entity that seemingly enveloped the entirety of her being. The line between vaginal and clitoral orgasm blurred as her entire lower region swam in a sea of unbridled bliss. She certainly couldn’t see or think straight, only able to moan and writhe as she desperately pressed her crotch against Aria’s tongue and fingers. By now, she had forgotten entirely any reservations she had. The throes of female pleasure overtook her, and all else had melted away for this moment of time.
Once Grey hit what she assumed was her climax, Aria withdrew upon seeing her precious demigoddess hit her sexual limit.
The crimson kitsune lay next to Grey, gently pulling her into her embrace, running a hand over her back as the moon’s light bathed them. “You will have a good life here. You will be cherished and loved, Grey.”
Grey’s goddess aura covered herself and Aria as she curled close to the red fox matron. Her tail curled around Aria as she let out a low sigh, basking in the tingly afterglow of an explosive sexual experience. The prospect of no longer risking her life day in and out while traveling to dangerous places greatly appealed to her. She imagined wearing hakama and frolicking with the cute girls while they looked up to her as Inari’s Apostle. She also envisioned more nights like this, spent entwined with a beautiful kitsune who happily worshiped her body.
“How are you feeling now?” Aria carefully asked, stroking her fingers through Grey’s hair before scratching one of her ears.
Grey faintly blushed, enjoying the sensation of having her hair stroked. “I’m feeling like I’ll have to repay you… Next time, I’m on top,” she mumbled in embarrassment, hiding her face against Aria’s bosom as she cutely clutched her arm.
Aria giggled, feeling pleased and relieved by that reaction. She figured helping Grey outlet some of her pent-up frustration would help. “Gladly. Just make sure to move at your own pace, dear,” she said lovingly, kissing her atop the head.
Grey nodded without verbally responding, keeping her eyes closed as tiredness washed over her. Considering her old life versus the promises of her new existence as a fox demigoddess, it seemed silly to be upset. As she fell passed out in Aria’s arms, she slept at complete ease for the first time in years, not a shred of anxiety or the threat of survival bogging her down. Only sweet, vixen-filled dreams would come to her this night.