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"writing": "[b][u][center]The Kitsune’s Dick-Curse\nKink-Vember 6\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[i]If it’s not the fertility idol, then it has to be the ring or the pendant,[/i] Vicki thought, shaking her head as she put the latest tome back on the shelves. [i]This would be so much easier if the old magicians actually catalogued their bullshit…[/i]\n\nBut they hadn’t. Mostly due to a lack of literacy and proper materials, she supposed, but it was still frustrating even if there was a good reason behind it. The nine-tailed kitsune’s tails thrashed behind her, twisting and coiling about each other as she looked down the library shelves, wondering if there was even a point in pursuing this. \n\nThe sudden clench between her cheeks told her that there was. The damn curse was going to keep distracting her until she did something about it, and considering the dangers that came from searching out magical artifacts for [i]various[/i] governments, that little annoyance could become a dead distraction in a heartbeat. She needed to get rid of this before going back out into the field, and – \n\nVicki gripped the edge of the bookshelf as a small spasm ran between her legs. Not a muscle-spasm, but rather one that was all too pleasurable. It made both her pussy and her asshole clench, then almost flutter, the rim and the lips twitching and pulling in close before relaxing and unclenching again. She breathed out slowly, closing her eyes as she focused on the books. The smell of paper, the feel of the wooden shelf beneath her finger, the way that the leathery spines of the books were so gentle against her hand…\n\nIt slowly faded, and she was able to open her eyes and focus again. The curse was starting to get more potent. Wasn’t quite a heat – at least, it didn’t have that overwhelming need to breed behind it – but the random thoughts of rut and the way that a dick would feel inside her…\n\nWell, they were telling. Very telling. \n\n[i]Not the idol. Too much pregnancy from that thing, and that’s not what I’m feeling,[/i] the kitsune thought as she took her hand from the shelf and wandered down the aisle. [i]Could be the pendant, but that was more piracy…[/i]\n\nAnd she didn’t have the same sort of urge for ‘booty,’ so to speak. This damn thing was pretty equal-opportunity. \n\nShe paused as one of the library security guards crossed her path. The Dobermann paused, his tight-cut suit sharp enough to slice the air as he stared at her through dark sunglasses. How he managed to see indoors, she didn’t know. \n\n“Ma’am,” he said, nodding, and walked on. \n\nIt wasn’t too surprising, she supposed; this was one of the bigger – and more dangerous – libraries that US government kept out of the public view. It was all underground, all requiring clearance, and she’d seen thieves get escorted out in humiliating fashion if they were caught. She had almost been one, once upon a time. \n\nShe put that out of her head, continuing down the aisles for the books on old Samoan artifacts and myths. If she guessed right, the ring had come from an old Samoan site before getting on a boat and traveling across the world in the hands of various users. She just had to find some information on that. \n\nThe vixen gathered her gown in one hand, pulling the skirt up just enough for her boots to clear it properly as she picked up the pace. She could already feel the swirling arousal below the surface getting ready to spike again, and she didn’t want to be in one of the more open areas when it did. Her tails twitched behind her, her ears pulling flat against the back of her head as she picked up the pace. The purple gown flowed behind her, the sleeves sliding along her arms ever so slightly as she rounded the corner. \n\nClench. \n\nThrob. \n\n“Hooooo…”\n\nThe kitsune leaned forward as she grabbed the shelves again. Forcing herself to keep breathing, she leaned her head back, forcing herself to stand up properly as raw need pulsed through her. Tingles of wanton lust emanated out from her pussy and her asshole, and her nipples felt painfully hard against the inside of her dress. Every movement scraped something, and – \n\n“Mmmph…dammit…”\n\nVicki ground her thighs together, wiping the wet need that was already dripping and gathering down there. Thankfully, it wasn’t the gushing need that had come with an artifact a year ago – that had been a nightmare, and a genuine danger to her health with how much she’d had to hydrate to compensate – but it was still annoying, and had kept her from wearing underwear. That, and the fact that she was grinding against everything that touched her, even her own clothing. \n\nOnce the spasm passed, Vicki kept moving. She rounded the end of the aisle and found the books on ancient Samoa. As she danced her fingers over the spines, though, she heard footsteps coming her way. \n\n[i]Oh, not now…[/i]\n\nThe kitsune leaned forward, adjusting her neckline where it had started sliding down while she was running. She caught enough attention without showing those off. She turned her attention back to the books – \n\n“Ah, Ms. Thibodeaux, so lovely to see you again.”\n\nVicki gritted her teeth as a chubby donkey pressed up against her from behind. The librarian, Professor Arnold Chalmers, had been a friend for a while, and she had no doubt that he was genuinely happy to see her. \n\nBut the problem was, he was a distraction, and a very physical distraction with his bulge pressing right against her ass. \n\n“Kind of busy right now, Arnie,” she muttered, hand starting to shake as she traced her fingers from one book to another. “Can we do this later?”\n\n“I heard from one of the guards that you’re all wet,” Arnold said. “Were you in heat?”\n\n“…”\n\n“Oh, I see. You’re playing one of your games again, huh?”\n\nThis was not where she wanted this to go. She opened her mouth – \n\n“Ah!”\n\nOnly for Arnold to lift her skirts from behind. The damn blunt-minded donkey was checking her out right here?! They were in the middle of – okay, they were in an alcove of the library that was relatively private, but – \n\n“Hooo, boy. You’re definitely something, Ms. Thibodeaux; you’re wet as hell. But here, I’ll help you out.”\n\nIt wouldn’t have been the first time that the donkey had ‘helped her out.’ They had an arrangement, one that she usually enjoyed when they were doing it a little more consensually, but this was not the time! Vicki bit her lip as she heard him pull his zipper down, felt the heat of his dick against her ass and – \n\nSquelch. \n\nBefore she could stop him, he just…pushed it in. The head of his cock forced her asshole wide open and left her jaw hanging as it went in. The sheer slickness of her pussy had rolled back, lubing her up while she’d been walking around, and…\n\nAnd…\n\nAnd she giggled. \n\nIt was a bubbly, happy, horny giggle that escaped her, and it got bubblier and sillier as that dick went deeper and deeper. Her fingers dropped from the books, one hand leaning on the shelves, the other going to her chest. \n\n“Ooooooh, Arnie…”\n\n“Mmmph…god, I love your ass.”\n\n“Hee hee…go on…get it allll in there.”\n\nEven as the words escaped her, Vicki tried to push back, but it was that cock inside her that was fucking with her. With every inch, the curse got stronger and stronger, as if it was the thing that completed it. Her mouth hung open, a little drool escaping out of the corner of her muzzle, and her eyes rolled back with more and more giggles. \n\nWithout even thinking about it, she dragged the front of her dress down, a happy, dumb laugh breaking free as she brought one hand down between her legs and the other against her now-exposed boobs. She groped them, the soft flesh giving against her fingers, and – \n\n“Mmmm! Hee hee…your cock feels sooooooo good, Arnie…”\n\nThere was some part of her mind, way down in the depths of her skull, that hated the idiotic bimbo-tones in her voice. It was a part of her that was no longer in charge. All she could do was watch, feeling her body pushing back, grinding against the donkey’s cock and fucking her ass on it in public. \n\nIn. \n\nFucking. \n\nPublic. \n\n“Mmmm, come on, Arnie…fuck my slutty ass…”\n\n“Oh, god, what’s gotten into you, Ms. Thibodeaux?”\n\n“Just your big fat cock, Arnie. Hee hee. Now…come on…give it to me…”\n\nThe donkey was as much a slave to his cock as Vicki was slave to the curse, and she couldn’t entirely blame him for wanting her, but – fuck. In, out, in, out that cock went, pounding her against the bookshelves and leaving her all but drooling over the important tomes. And yet…\n\nWith every thrust, her disgust and annoyance were vanishing, replaced by the rutting need of having that thing inside of her. Thick, hard, oozing, drooling, that donkey dick spread her asshole good, and every thrust made her moan that much more. And that fucking giggle kept bursting free, her breasts swaying beneath her as she slid down the bookshelves and landed on all fours. \n\nIt didn’t stop the fucking, of course. With how good it felt to be filled to the brim, somehow, she doubted that it ever would. \n\n“Heee…harder…harder!”\n\nAnd Professor Arnold Chalmers, completely unaware of her plight, followed her down to the floor and fucked her good and hard. Vicki whimpered, her moans and groans turning to happy bubbly grunts for more, lost to dick for however long Arnold wanted to fuck her. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Vicki is used to dealing with curses, but usually, she doesn’t have someone else making that dealing that much more difficult…\n\nTags: M/F, Curse, Becoming Bimbo, Kitsune, Vixen, Going Commando, Pantiless, Wet, Anal, Donkey, Vicki, Arousal, Begging, Personality Shift, ",
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The Kitsune’s Dick-Curse Kink-Vember 6 By Draconicon
If it’s not the fertility idol, then it has to be the ring or the pendant, Vicki thought, shaking her head as she put the latest tome back on the shelves. This would be so much easier if the old magicians actually catalogued their bullshit…
But they hadn’t. Mostly due to a lack of literacy and proper materials, she supposed, but it was still frustrating even if there was a good reason behind it. The nine-tailed kitsune’s tails thrashed behind her, twisting and coiling about each other as she looked down the library shelves, wondering if there was even a point in pursuing this.
The sudden clench between her cheeks told her that there was. The damn curse was going to keep distracting her until she did something about it, and considering the dangers that came from searching out magical artifacts for various governments, that little annoyance could become a dead distraction in a heartbeat. She needed to get rid of this before going back out into the field, and –
Vicki gripped the edge of the bookshelf as a small spasm ran between her legs. Not a muscle-spasm, but rather one that was all too pleasurable. It made both her pussy and her asshole clench, then almost flutter, the rim and the lips twitching and pulling in close before relaxing and unclenching again. She breathed out slowly, closing her eyes as she focused on the books. The smell of paper, the feel of the wooden shelf beneath her finger, the way that the leathery spines of the books were so gentle against her hand…
It slowly faded, and she was able to open her eyes and focus again. The curse was starting to get more potent. Wasn’t quite a heat – at least, it didn’t have that overwhelming need to breed behind it – but the random thoughts of rut and the way that a dick would feel inside her…
Well, they were telling. Very telling.
Not the idol. Too much pregnancy from that thing, and that’s not what I’m feeling, the kitsune thought as she took her hand from the shelf and wandered down the aisle. Could be the pendant, but that was more piracy…
And she didn’t have the same sort of urge for ‘booty,’ so to speak. This damn thing was pretty equal-opportunity.
She paused as one of the library security guards crossed her path. The Dobermann paused, his tight-cut suit sharp enough to slice the air as he stared at her through dark sunglasses. How he managed to see indoors, she didn’t know.
“Ma’am,” he said, nodding, and walked on.
It wasn’t too surprising, she supposed; this was one of the bigger – and more dangerous – libraries that US government kept out of the public view. It was all underground, all requiring clearance, and she’d seen thieves get escorted out in humiliating fashion if they were caught. She had almost been one, once upon a time.
She put that out of her head, continuing down the aisles for the books on old Samoan artifacts and myths. If she guessed right, the ring had come from an old Samoan site before getting on a boat and traveling across the world in the hands of various users. She just had to find some information on that.
The vixen gathered her gown in one hand, pulling the skirt up just enough for her boots to clear it properly as she picked up the pace. She could already feel the swirling arousal below the surface getting ready to spike again, and she didn’t want to be in one of the more open areas when it did. Her tails twitched behind her, her ears pulling flat against the back of her head as she picked up the pace. The purple gown flowed behind her, the sleeves sliding along her arms ever so slightly as she rounded the corner.
Clench.
Throb.
“Hooooo…”
The kitsune leaned forward as she grabbed the shelves again. Forcing herself to keep breathing, she leaned her head back, forcing herself to stand up properly as raw need pulsed through her. Tingles of wanton lust emanated out from her pussy and her asshole, and her nipples felt painfully hard against the inside of her dress. Every movement scraped something, and –
“Mmmph…dammit…”
Vicki ground her thighs together, wiping the wet need that was already dripping and gathering down there. Thankfully, it wasn’t the gushing need that had come with an artifact a year ago – that had been a nightmare, and a genuine danger to her health with how much she’d had to hydrate to compensate – but it was still annoying, and had kept her from wearing underwear. That, and the fact that she was grinding against everything that touched her, even her own clothing.
Once the spasm passed, Vicki kept moving. She rounded the end of the aisle and found the books on ancient Samoa. As she danced her fingers over the spines, though, she heard footsteps coming her way.
Oh, not now…
The kitsune leaned forward, adjusting her neckline where it had started sliding down while she was running. She caught enough attention without showing those off. She turned her attention back to the books –
“Ah, Ms. Thibodeaux, so lovely to see you again.”
Vicki gritted her teeth as a chubby donkey pressed up against her from behind. The librarian, Professor Arnold Chalmers, had been a friend for a while, and she had no doubt that he was genuinely happy to see her.
But the problem was, he was a distraction, and a very physical distraction with his bulge pressing right against her ass.
“Kind of busy right now, Arnie,” she muttered, hand starting to shake as she traced her fingers from one book to another. “Can we do this later?”
“I heard from one of the guards that you’re all wet,” Arnold said. “Were you in heat?”
“…”
“Oh, I see. You’re playing one of your games again, huh?”
This was not where she wanted this to go. She opened her mouth –
“Ah!”
Only for Arnold to lift her skirts from behind. The damn blunt-minded donkey was checking her out right here?! They were in the middle of – okay, they were in an alcove of the library that was relatively private, but –
“Hooo, boy. You’re definitely something, Ms. Thibodeaux; you’re wet as hell. But here, I’ll help you out.”
It wouldn’t have been the first time that the donkey had ‘helped her out.’ They had an arrangement, one that she usually enjoyed when they were doing it a little more consensually, but this was not the time! Vicki bit her lip as she heard him pull his zipper down, felt the heat of his dick against her ass and –
Squelch.
Before she could stop him, he just…pushed it in. The head of his cock forced her asshole wide open and left her jaw hanging as it went in. The sheer slickness of her pussy had rolled back, lubing her up while she’d been walking around, and…
And…
And she giggled.
It was a bubbly, happy, horny giggle that escaped her, and it got bubblier and sillier as that dick went deeper and deeper. Her fingers dropped from the books, one hand leaning on the shelves, the other going to her chest.
“Ooooooh, Arnie…”
“Mmmph…god, I love your ass.”
“Hee hee…go on…get it allll in there.”
Even as the words escaped her, Vicki tried to push back, but it was that cock inside her that was fucking with her. With every inch, the curse got stronger and stronger, as if it was the thing that completed it. Her mouth hung open, a little drool escaping out of the corner of her muzzle, and her eyes rolled back with more and more giggles.
Without even thinking about it, she dragged the front of her dress down, a happy, dumb laugh breaking free as she brought one hand down between her legs and the other against her now-exposed boobs. She groped them, the soft flesh giving against her fingers, and –
There was some part of her mind, way down in the depths of her skull, that hated the idiotic bimbo-tones in her voice. It was a part of her that was no longer in charge. All she could do was watch, feeling her body pushing back, grinding against the donkey’s cock and fucking her ass on it in public.
In.
Fucking.
Public.
“Mmmm, come on, Arnie…fuck my slutty ass…”
“Oh, god, what’s gotten into you, Ms. Thibodeaux?”
“Just your big fat cock, Arnie. Hee hee. Now…come on…give it to me…”
The donkey was as much a slave to his cock as Vicki was slave to the curse, and she couldn’t entirely blame him for wanting her, but – fuck. In, out, in, out that cock went, pounding her against the bookshelves and leaving her all but drooling over the important tomes. And yet…
With every thrust, her disgust and annoyance were vanishing, replaced by the rutting need of having that thing inside of her. Thick, hard, oozing, drooling, that donkey dick spread her asshole good, and every thrust made her moan that much more. And that fucking giggle kept bursting free, her breasts swaying beneath her as she slid down the bookshelves and landed on all fours.
It didn’t stop the fucking, of course. With how good it felt to be filled to the brim, somehow, she doubted that it ever would.
“Heee…harder…harder!”
And Professor Arnold Chalmers, completely unaware of her plight, followed her down to the floor and fucked her good and hard. Vicki whimpered, her moans and groans turning to happy bubbly grunts for more, lost to dick for however long Arnold wanted to fuck her.
The End
Summary: Vicki is used to dealing with curses, but usually, she doesn’t have someone else making that dealing that much more difficult…