The forest rustles and hums around them, the noise echoing in Alopex's ears. Her nose is heavy with the scent of life, of home, her mouth open to taste for prey. She wants to jump up and go hunting, to bathe her tongue in fresh, pumping life.
But her paws are limp and slow, tangled in leaf mulch. She's on her back, arms over her head, staring blearily up at the canopy. A little voice in the back of her head whispers something's wrong, but the wind in the trees is just loud enough to drown it out.
"Shhh, little fox." A soft, furry hand brushes down her face, across the vulnerable curve of her throat. "Look at me."
She looks, and once she does she can't tear her eyes away. There's a naked woman straddling her, delicate nipples peaked under a coat of lustrous, shimmering fur. She smiles a warm smile with pure ivory teeth (so many teeth, so many), tongue fluttering over her bow-shaped lips
Her eyes are like stolen stars, flashing so brightly Alopex fears she might go blind if she looks into them for too long. But she wants to, almost more than she can bear.
"Do you think me beautiful?" she asks in a sweet, clear voice, like rushing water in a stream or the music of ancient leaves.
"Yes," Alopex breathes. It's the kind of beauty that turns the rest of the world to grey ash in comparison, the kind that you love and dread in equal measure. Alopex wishes she could reach up and touch her, but she's not worthy of that, not yet. It has to be earned
earned with blood and tears, with everything you are. you will burn the world for me, child, and it will be worth it
"Do you know who I am?"
Kitsune, a voice whispers at the back of her mind. And there are other things tangled up with that name, strange, disjointed images. Flashing blades, roaring fire, blood hissing in snow, a green-skinned boy whose mask seems to flicker between black and blue. Fear and pain, confusion and loss, grief and white-hot rage-- 
Then Kitsune waves her hand and it all vanishes, just like that. Alopex can't remember what she was just thinking about, and it doesn't really matter, because she knows who this woman is. She's known for as long as she's been alive.
"You're my mistress," she whispers. Kitsune grinds up against her and Alopex whimpers, feeling her cunt pulse damp and hot.
"That's it," and Kitsune's eyes are needles boring through Alopex's brain, ripping her open and setting her free, "And what does that mean?"
"That I love you," Alopex says, reciting the words like a prayer. "That I'll do whatever you want. That I'm yours until I die, and forever after."
"Good." The word is a balm on wounds she didn't even know she had, a blessing laid over her heart. "So good, my little fox." Kitsune nails scrape down her sides and Alopex moans.
"I'm going to fuck you now, my pet," and the words twist something in her, but she can't remember what, can't remember how to do anything about it, and then it's gone. "Then you're going to wake up, and you won't remember a thing. You'll come home to me, and all will be well."
The grass tickles her face, like a steady, insistent finger trying to wake her up. But Alopex can't feel it. The whole of the forest is contained in Kitsune's perfect eyes, and she wants to live there forever.
Her legs open, and the trees swallow up her moans. And if Alopex cries without even noticing it, her tears trickling into the earth to water the flowers, well, there's no one else out here to listen.