The sun had risen not too long ago over the woodland trail, and along the beaten path walks a brown, three-tailed vixen, her casual garb covering her curvy figure as she kept an alert eye out. She was travelling with a satchel slung over her shoulder, a striped scarf around her neck and a green tank top covering her torso; below the vixen’s waist, she wore a pair of trousers and a pair of boots, which let her comfortably walk along the old road. The brown fox was headed towards a rather large city, seeking to talk with some of the scholars there, who had found a few relics she wished to study. In return, she was to deliver a few ancient tomes she had read long ago. Wishing to arrive at the city before nightfall, the tri-tail had not only left early, but was planning to take a shortcut through a forest close to her destination, but as she got closer and closer to the denser and darker parts of the woods, she was unaware that she had already been spotted.

Off in the distance, up in the branches of a tall oak, a raccoon gal sat, peering into the horizon, keeping an eye out for anyone that would intrude on these lands. Spotting the kitsune from afar, the raccoon blinks as she had never seen such a sight before, being able to see the mystical three-tailed fox just walking closer without a care, looking into the brown vixen’s amber eyes, and noticing the faint glow within them. The procyon keeps looking at the mahogany fox, for a moment considering catching such an exotic treat all for herself, and yet... she knew that wouldn’t be the best idea, and silently sprints away before the kitsune could even notice her, rushing straight to the heart of the forest, where the rest of her tribe made camp, making a beeline straight to her leader’s throne.

Deep in the woods, in a large encampment, rested an athletic, orange-furred vixen wearing some tribal garb, on a wooden throne, a bored look on her face as she awaited the return of her scouts, having sent them out some time ago, just to ensure no one was intruding on her lands. It wouldn’t be too much longer afterwards as the raccoon returned, the vixen blinking in surprise as she slowly stood up: “Enika?” the fox asks, as she sees her scout out of breath: “What’s happened?” she continues, approaching the raccoon: “Someone is approaching the forest! A fox with three tails, and glowing eyes! She looks like she might be a bounty hunter.” the scout quickly explains after taking a couple of deep breaths. Hearing this, the vixen’s eyes widen, having heard tales of multi-tailed foxes, creatures of great magical power and mystical grace. In no time at all, the fox started to leave: “Thank you for telling me about this. Which way was she going?” she asks, smirking at the raccoon: “She was still a while away, but she was coming from the south-east.” the procyon replies, before the vixen runs off to find this intruder.

It didn’t take too long before the wild vixen was able to spot the travelling kitsune from afar, and started to sneak closer and closer to the three-tailed brown vixen, keeping in the tree tops to stay out of sight, and silently moving to avoid detection. Keeping a close look at the kitsune, the vixen couldn’t help but lick her lips at the sight of this mystical creature walking through her woods, catching a glimpse of the glow behind the mahogany vixen’s eyes, seeing just how much magic was in the fox’s body. Within moments the vixen had decided exactly what to do to this interloper, and approaching a bit more, the wild fox started using her own magic, creating a few illusions of her own likeness to distract the kitsune. Slowly dropping down from the tree she was hiding in, the vixen makes herself known while the many illusionary copies of herself start to circle the tri-tail.

Having those clones approach the kitsune from all sides, the brown-furred tri-tail freezes in place, blinking in surprise as she quickly looks around and finds herself surrounded. Seeing the mythical fox right where she wanted her, the wild vixen comes out of hiding: “You look a little lost, my dear.” she asks teasingly, her voice echoing all around the kitsune as those words are repeated by her illusions: “Why don’t you come a little closer, hun. Let me take a good close look at you~” she teases, as she and her copies move closer, the tri-tailed fox taking a step backwards. Managing to get a bit closer to the mahogany vixen, the wild fox takes a quick sniff, the scent of almonds and honey coming from the kitsune, and even being able to smell just how much magic was in the kitsune, if the faintly glowing amber eyes weren’t enough of an indication of the tri-tail’s power. But as the brown fox finds all those vixens closing in on her, she leaps up into the nearest tree, swiftly jumping away again right afterwards to escape the swarm of tribal foxes. Seeing this however, the wild fox just smirked toothily and gave chase.

Following the brown tri-tail, the barbarian vixen conjured a few more illusions to divert the other fox every so often, easily ensuring that she can get closer and closer to the mahogany kitsune. Even as the fleeing vixen avoids each of those other foxes, she eventually finds herself cornered, at which point the woodland vulpine approaches again: “That wasn’t very nice... you didn’t even let me introduce myself.” she says teasingly: “My name is Asta, and you, my little lost wanderer, are in my woods.” the wild vixen adds, smirking toothily. As the native fox and her swarm of clones close in, the brown kitsune tries to keep her distance, but before too long, the real vixen pounces from behind, knocking the tri-tail to the ground. Acting quickly, the mahogany kitsune manages to shake the wild fox off, but the other vixen gets back on top, trying to pin the mythical many-tailed vulpine down: “Get off of me!” the brown kitsune demands, her protests ignored by the orange fox.

The two vixens proceed to wrestle against each other, the brown kitsune trying to get the wild fox away from her as she pushes and shoves against Asta. As the tri-tail attempts to get some space between herself and the barbarian vixen, the pair of vulpines roll from side to side, each time the kitsune manages to get away from the barbarian fox, she pounces right back onto the mahogany vixen. Each chance she got, the native vixen would feel up her catch, playfully nibbling on the struggling kitsune, groping the tri-tail’s rear, before moving a hand under the brown fox’s top, a toothy smirk on the woodland fox’s face as manages to slip it off. Despite the kitsune’s attempts to fight Asta off, the barbarian fox keeps jumping right back onto the three-tailed vixen, pulling off her clothes piece by piece, though the wild vulpine was clearly just toying with the mystical fox at this point. A few more rounds of the barbarian vixen’s pouncing and stripping, and the brown kitsune was just left nude, and still the three-tailed fox tried to push Asta away, while the wild vixen admired her catch, smirking teasingly as she continued to caress and stroke her figure: “Well aren’t you a cute one. It would be a shame to just let you walk away.” the orange fox teased, seeing clearly how much curvier the brown kitsune was compared to her, not to mention all the magical power within the mythical vulpine convinced her that she HAD to claim this lovely tri-tail for herself. Now pinned under the barbarian vixen, the kitsune struggled and writhed, still trying to fight off the woodland fox, more angered than embarrassed at ending up naked, soon using all her strength to start pushing back against Asta, grunting as she did manage to lift up the other fox. The wild fox still had the upper hand however, and with a wicked idea appearing in her head, started to remove her top with one hand, exposing her nipples before she boldly grabbed the back of the brown fox’s head.

While the woodland fox prepares herself, the three-tailed mahogany kitsune keeps trying to shove the other fox away. But when she sees the wild vixen’s bare breast, the tri-tail, tries to get Asta away from her: “What in the nine hells do you think you’re doing?!” the brown vixen asks loudly, to which the other fox doesn’t even respond, before forcefully shoving the kitsune’s head into her own left nipple, which eagerly accepted the tri-tail’s snout with a wet SQUEEELCH!! Finding her muzzle starting to be swallowed up by the barbarian vixen’s breast, the brown kitsune starts to struggle harder, desperately trying to fight off the other fox to no avail, as her face sinks further and further into the greedy fox’s tits, a lewd SCHUUURK signalling the brown kitsune’s entire snout disappearing into Asta’s nipple, the woodland vixen’s bosom already looking slightly larger. Even with the tri-tail trying to break free, the barbarian fox easily feeds her catch into her breast, and with a SCHLUURP and a SSHUUUK, the brown kitsune’s entire head is swallowed up by the wild vixen’s bosom, leaving the mystical fox’s snout to start soaking in milk. As the mahogany fox keeps trying to pull her head out of the orange vixen’s breast, the woodland fox keeps easily feeding that precious kitsune into herself, shivering and moaning as the tri-tail’s neck and shoulders start to meet with that ravenous nipple, an audible SCHLUUUUK coming from that gluttonous breast: “That’s it, my dear. I’m going to love carrying you around in my gals.” Asta teases, her hands running up and down the tri-tail’s back, groping the kitsune’s soft, plush booty before she grabs the mahogany vixen’s butt to help pull the multi-tailed fox in further, a soft SHLIIIIP heralding the kitsune’s own bosom and upper back disappearing into those slowly growing tits, leaving the brown vulpine’s arms pinned to her sides.

Watching the three-tailed kitsune’s body disappearing inch by inch into her chest, Asta shudders in delight, panting faintly as she keeps pulling in the brown vixen. Licking her lips, the woodland fox starts to bring the tri-tail’s belly and lower back into her breast, slowly getting up as her tit has a fierce hold on her prey, a wet SSSUUURRRK ringing out as the wild orange vixen gets the mahogany kitsune down to her waist in her boob. Taking a moment to stroke over her bust, which was now several cup sizes larger, the barbarian fox smirks as she looks at those three tails flailing furiously, her catch’s legs kicking as the vixen keeps trying to fight her way out. With the tri-tail’s broad hips meeting her breast, Asta shivers and moans softly, giving the kitsune’s soft tush a playful squeeze before pushing it in, slooowly SCHLIIIRPing it inside, leaving only the tri-tail’s legs and tails poking out, though getting that plush rump into herself leaves the wild vixen panting softly, her arms now cradling her much larger breasts. Taking a few moments to watch the kitsune futilely struggling, the wild fox chuckles softly, before grabbing the brown kitsune’s legs, and feeds them to her hungry nipple, claiming the tri-tail’s thighs, knees, and shins, until all that remains of the traveller’s body are her feet and tail tips. With a toothy smirk, Asta puts a finger to each of those wriggly paw pads and teasingly pushes them in...

SCHLRRK-KHOP!
SHLRRRK-POK!

Finally standing up again, Asta purrs as she looks over her kitsune-filled bust, imprints of the doomed vixen within appearing every so often on the surface of the barbarian vixen’s titanic tits, and her tail tips. still twitching as they, at least for a brief while, poke out of her nipple. Feeling her prey squirming and writhing inside of her bosom, the wild vixen licks her lips and gives her breasts a teasing grope: “You should be honoured, my prize. You’ll soon become one with a superior warrior.” she mocks, before the woodland fox collects all of the tri-tailed kitsune’s discarded clothes, grinning as she takes the brown vixen’s top and stretches it over her stuffed breasts, slightly squeezing them in: “Your clothes do look nice over you.” she says playfully, before walking off with her prey in tow, and a fine collection of trophies slung over her shoulder.

Walking back to her camp, the wild vixen sways her bust from side to side with every step she takes, smiling proudly even while the kitsune sealed away inside of her struggles and squirms in an attempt to escape. Despite the brown fox’s stubborn and futile fighting, all she really managed to do was make those heavily swollen breasts jiggle and wobble under her own top, the movement within making Asta shiver in bliss, one of her hands playfully caressing and cradling that huge bust. Trapped within the woodland vixen’s bosom, the tri-tail is sloshed and jostled about within, quickly getting soaked from head to toe in the barbarian fox’s warm cream within those SCHLUUUSHing and SPLIIIRSHing tits. It took nearly half an hour for the wild vixen to get back to the encampment, though the orange vixen wanted to take her time, basking in the feeling of her prey trying to fight her way out, only making a thicker, creamier drink of the milk in her boobs, licking her lips as she just thought of claiming that mystical kitsune’s power all for herself. 

As soon as she returned home, Asta was met by the raccoon who had informed her of the kitsune’s existence to begin with, mouth agape in awe at the wild fox’s mammoth mammaries, her face showing some regret she did not catch the tri-tail for herself: “Oh gods...” Enika whispers, her and some of her other fellow scouts just watching as the brown vixen’s top strains to keep the woodland vixen’s kitsune-engorged tits. Smirking toothily, the barbarian vixen teasingly shows off her bust to the raccoon, squirmy, wriggly, bouncy boobs, barely contained by stretched fabric, which had started to tear slightly in places, put on display like a pair of treasures, commemorating her predatory might over the kitsune stewing in her cream within: “She looks lovely on my tits, doesn’t she?” the orange fox asks teasingly, before heading over to her throne, setting the mythical vixen’s clothes and satchel down next to it, swinging her bosom from side to side, sloshing the kitsune and milk within in the process, before too long sitting down on it. All the while, Enika can only watch as her leader’s chest hypnotically jiggles from the movements within: “She looks fantastic!” the scout raccoon can’t help herself but admit this, and within moments, both her and another of Asta’s followers, an athletic and slender skunk, walk right up to the resting vixen to start caressing and stroking over those huge breasts, massaging and groping the kitsune within, even as the mythical fox tried to fight her way out, just continuing to make those tremendous milk bags SCHLUOOORSH and BLURRBLBRBLBRBLR.

Some time passes, with the raccoon and skunk caressing and stroking Asta’s huge bosom, the skunk giggling as she hears the muffled protesting coming from the wild fox’s bosom: “So who did you catch?” the skunk asks curiously, to which the barbarian vixen moans softly before replying: “Quite the precious thing: a mythical three tailed kitsune delivered herself right to our ‘doorstep’.” the orange fox giggles as she gently caresses her own bosom: “It was Enika who told me she was approaching, however.” she adds, tenderly petting the underside of raccoon’s chin, before she gives Enika’s nose a smooch, before she hugs the pair against herself, squishing them against her breasts, purring happily as she continues to enjoy the attention her chest is getting, as two of her most trusted clans-folk worship those kitsune-fattened boobs.

As night falls, a bonfire is set up and lit, as a great feast is prepared, the many tribals unable to help but stare as Asta takes her place at the table, resting her massive bosom on it, before they all enjoy the many foods prepared. Afterwards, the wild fox walks over in front of the large blaze, and slowly removes her top to put those vixen-stuffed breasts on full display, a toothy smile on her face as she swings them from side to side, showing off the bulges the still struggling kitsune makes on the surface: “My sisters!” she calls out: “Let us celebrate the newest member of our clan!” the barbarian vixen continues, cradling her fox-filled bosom: “As this lovely lady will become a part of me!” she concludes with a laugh, before she starts to dance, swaying her figure to and fro, her arms undulating like serpents as she puts on quite the display for the many cheering ladies watching as their leader flaunts her kitsune-engorged breasts, imprints of the doomed fox showing as the tri-tail gets sloshed and churned about. Long into the night Asta dances, her tits SHLUUUSHing and SPLAAISHing with the ocean of milk within, which was slowly seeping the vixen’s flavour... as well as the mythical tri-tail’s magical energy, that thick cream slowly starting to faintly glow. Hours later, the festivities end, and the woodland vixen retreats to her chambers for the night, using her kitsune-filled bosom like a pair of luxurious pillows as she lays down with her head on them, happily drifting off to sleep while her prisoner tires herself out within.

Days pass, with the barbarian vixen continuing to carry the brown tri-tail within her bosom, each night seeing the orange vixen’s bosom getting slightly bigger and rounder, as those breasts fill further with milk, keeping her guest nicely soaked in an increasingly decadent cream. Basking in the pleasure of feeling that precious kitsune squirming and writhing away in her chest, Asta spends a good part of her time teasing the vixen inside of her, bouncing those enormous breasts, swaying them from side to side with every footstep she takes, kneading and groping the bulges her prey makes, and squishing them under her whenever she lies down, not to mention letting her clans kin massage and worship her bust as if she were a goddess. Once she is alone again, the wild fox purrs, as she tenderly cradles those jumbo jugs: “Still trying to find your way outside of there?” the orange vixen teases as she listens to the gentle SLUOOOSHing and BLUUBLBRing of the ocean of milk within her bust: “How long has it been since I caught you? It must have been a week by now, and yet you still think you can escape me?” she continues, slowly pulling the tri-tail’s stolen top off of her bosom once again, blinking as she notices a faint green glow coming from within her tits: “Oh my... How much of your magical power has melted away into my milk, my mystical treasure?” she asks, giggling as she covers herself up again, that top becoming increasingly torn from being stretched over Asta’s titanic tits.

Another day dawns, and as her scouts head out to patrol the outskirts of her territory, the woodland vixen walks over to her throne to sit down and tease her prey for another few hours, though after some time she is interrupted as the skunk gal returns, panting and out of breath: “A-Asta!” the mephit shouts, sounding a little winded: “Calm down, Skye. What’s the matter?” the orange vixen asks, to which the skunk takes a couple of deep breaths: “Nina’s approaching from the north!” the skunk responds, at which the orange fox’s eyes widen... and soon, so does her smile: “Well, well, it would be rude of me not to greet her myself after all this time.” Asta says, taking just a few moments to take the kitsune’s stolen garb and wearing it herself, looking down towards her bosom, increasingly straining the fabric of that nearly-tattered top. Turning towards Skye, the woodland fox just playfully poses in front of the flustered skunk before she runs off, that kitsune-engorged bosom barely slowing her down as she sprints towards the direction her old acquaintance was approaching.

Cautiously approaching the forest, an armoured golden retriever with long hair takes a slow look around her, knowing these woods all too well. She marches on, already expecting to be met by one who had laid claim of these lands for as long as she could remember. Unbeknownst to the dog, however, the woodland vixen was getting closer and closer, and despite being laden with the tri-tailed kitsune in her breast, the barbarian fox stays hidden in a treetop, a toothy smirk on her muzzle as she keeps watching the marching city guard, already thinking of ways to play with her. As the canine walks along the path, watching for threats, she ends up walking right below where Asta is hiding, and a plan forms in the barbarian vixen’s head. A thick fog suddenly appears all around Nina, leaving the golden retriever unable to see more than a few feet away, the canine immediately reaching for her sword as she looks around, immediately on high alert, knowing very well that this haze is unnatural. Within moments however, the city guardswoman spots a vague silhouette through the thick smog, and quickly growls: “Who goes there?!” she demands, already beginning to draw her weapon. Soon after, the obscured figure steps forward: “H-hello?” a soft, feminine voice asks, showing herself to be a three-tailed brown vixen: “I’ve been lost here for so long...” she adds, slowly approaching the golden retriever, who kept her hand on her weapon, not trusting the sight in front of her.  Despite focusing on the fox in front of her, Nina soon feels something huge and soft slam against her back, knocking her to the floor while the illusions around her dissipate, only able to roll over in time to see a pair of tremendous breasts looming over her before they slam onto her body, instantly pinning her to the ground. 

The golden retriever takes a few seconds to recover, but once she gets a better look at her attacker, she blinks in shock before she scowls furiously, snarling at the smug-looking wild vixen laying over her with those massive boobs squishing against her frame: “Good morning, Nina! Did you miss me?” the orange fox teases, while the guardswoman tries to struggle and push the barbarian off of her: “Get off of me, Asta!!” the dog yells angrily. While she has the retriever pinned down, the wild fox starts to work the golden doggy’s armour off as best as she can: “And give up some quality time with my favourite guard? Not a chance!” the vixen teases, lightly bouncing her bosom against Nina with a toothy grin on her face, as she finds that between her own weight and the mass of that kitsune in her bosom, she was far too heavy for the city watchwoman to shift. Wrapping her arms around the goldie, the woodland fox stands up again, keeping the dog hugged tightly against her massive knockers: “So what brings you to this corner of the woods, hon?” the vixen asks mockingly, already having an idea of why the golden retriever had shown up. Picking up on this, the canine growls ferociously and barks back at the orange tribal: “You know damn well why I’m here! There was a traveller that was expected to arrive at the mage’s guild a week ago, and she was last seen headed towards these woods. What did you do to her, Asta?” the orange barbarian doesn’t reply however, instead walking towards a nearby tree, pinning the golden retriever against it with her left breast, a smug smile on her face as she lazily caresses her gigantic breasts, more focused on feeling not only her prey’s squirming within her chest, but having that precocious pupper pinned and at her mercy: “Answer me, curse you!” Nina barks angrily, writhing against the soft pillow keeping her trapped. The wild vixen maintains her silence, and after a few moments of her basking in deep euphoria, reaches over to pull up part of that long-suffering top to release her free breast, hefting it up with a soft purr, before she wraps her lips around the exposed nipple to start suckling.

Watching Asta ignore her just to start nursing herself, Nina grimaces in revulsion at the barbarian’s actions, snarling angrily again within moments as she keeps struggling and writhing, helplessly pinned against the tree while the orange vixen drinks deeply of the concoction she had brewed in her chest for that entire week. The golden retriever, blinded by her frustration with the woodland fox, didn’t even notice that without that layer of cloth covering it, there was a visible glow coming from within that breast, as the orange vixen’s mouth flooded with a sweet, decadent flavour, like finest, if very slightly bitter Mandorle almonds mixed with raw floral honey, coming together like an exotic marzipan, combined with the natural taste of the fox’s cream. Deep in bliss with her breakfast milkshake, the orange fox just stares at Nina with half-lidded eyes, purring happily as she keeps drinking mouthful after mouthful of that most marvellous nectar, though within moments she would feel the still struggling kitsune’s feet enter her mouth, swallowing over them with a much louder GLRRRK!!

“STOP THIS AND TELL ME WHERE KYIARNU IS, YOU WRETCH!!” Nina yells out of sheer rage, while the orange vixen maintains eye contact, though the barbarian does take note of the name of her meal, having not bothered before to learn the name of the exotic, mythical kitsune she had been carrying around all this time. After all, whomever she used to be, she ceased to be anything more than her prey the moment she laid eyes on the tri-tailed beauty. Inch by inch, Asta drew the vixen out of her bosom, denying the kitsune so much as a glimpse of sunlight as she maintained that tight seal around her own nipple, GULLLRPing and BWUUURKing the mahogany fox down along with more of that sweet, sweet milk, soon sending the kitsune’s shins, knees and thighs down her throat, suckling harder when she starts having to pull the brown fox’s hips out of her tit and into her gullet, having forgotten how curvy her catch was, though that only made her wonder how much she would gain from this meal. Time passes as the orange fox keeps the golden retriever pinned, her breasts slowly shrinking while her belly swells, still keeping Nina trapped against a soft squish as the barbarian’s gut fills with both milk and kitsune, even though the guardswoman is ignorant of the latter... at least, until Asta finishes swallowing down the tri-tailed fox’s arms, belly, bosom and shoulders, leading to the woodland vixen pulling away, dragging the tri-tailed kitsune’s head out of her tit with a sopping wet SCHLUOOORP!!

Finally getting a view of the outside world, the kitsune gasps, her face and hair utterly drenched in the magically-charged milk she had been marinading in for days, quickly finding that not only is she upside down, the only thing she can see is a horrified golden retriever, both of them helpless to do anything more than watch as Asta almost teasingly swallows down the tri-tailed fox’s head. Once again trying to fight her way out, Kyiarnu growls even as her brief view of the outside world is increasingly narrowed by a frame of sharp-toothed fox jaws, the wild vixen putting on a teasing show for the guardswoman as she licks over the angry kitsune’s face, savouring as much of her mythical catch as she possibly could: “LET ME GO, YOU TICK ON A PARALYZED SNA-” the kitsune protested fiercely, thought she was silenced as her muzzle was forced shut as it was drawn further and further into the wild fox’s throat, until she snaps her jaws shut right in front of Nina, one final, loud GLUUURNK sealing the mythical three-tail inside of her body once more, the bulges made by Kyia’s face sinking lower and lower, until they vanish past her collar bone and between her breasts, so they can join the rest of her body within her belly. 

With her gut the size of a cauldron and her tits the size of cantaloupes, the wild vixen once again looked at Nina, who stared back in a mix of disgust and horror: “By the gods... is that where all those missing townsfolk ended up?” she asks, feeling pity for the brown kitsune: “Mmmmm... Not all of them, only the ones that REALLY catch my eye. Did you think I would just let such an exotic and powerful magical creature waltz through my woods?” the orange fox asks with a toothy smile. The guardswoman could now clearly feel the vixen struggling within the barbarian’s body, thrashing and writhing inside of Asta’s gut, imprints of the doomed tri-tail occasionally pushing against the powerful muscular walls now churning and grinding at the barbarian’s meal, the hot, steamy chamber GURRRGLGRGLGRing and SCHLUUURSHing delightfully as it has finally received the meal it had been waiting long, long days for. Licking her own chops of any stray droplets of that glowing green elixir, the orange vixen soon lets loose a crass and loud BWUUUOOORRRPP!! which rattles the treetops above and sends a few droplets of that mythically enhanced milk onto Nina’s face, which the barbarian fox eagerly licks off, not wanting to let a single drop of all of that power go to waste: “She should be honoured to become one with me! All of that magical power within her, and she didn’t even try to use it against me! It was all just going to waste with her... but me? I intend to use that arcane might, once I drain every... last... drop from her.” the wild vixen says, before once again wrapping her arms around Nina’s teasingly hugging her against that bloated, almost gravid-looking gut: “And why best to witness my ascension than my most favourite guardswoman in all the realms?” she asks playfully, holding the squirming goldie against herself, quickly burying Nina’s head in her cleavage to preemptively silence her as she starts making her way back to camp, each step sloshing that ocean of kitsune and milk within her belly, letting the city watchwoman hear the symphony of BLRRBLs and GRUOOWNs coming from her stomach working on the brown vixen like she is little more than a chunk of meat.

Upon her return, the woodland vixen is met with cheers from some of her ‘sisters’, a broad smile appearing on her face as she struts towards some of the chairs used for the party a week ago. With Nina hugged against her loudly bubbling and growling belly, Asta’s tail swishes happily behind her, the barbarian soon tying up the golden retriever to one of the chairs along with the help of Enika: “Not too tight, now. I don’t want anyone to harm our very special guest.” the orange vixen says, before playfully dropping her gut on the guardswoman’s lap: “How does she look, churning away in my belly?” she teases, her hand caressing and stroking her gut while it loudly GRROOOWRs and SHLUUUSHes, the mighty walls of that swollen paunch kneading at the kitsune trapped within like so much dough. The goldie just growls at the barbarian vixen in response: “I don’t know what you have planned, but the city watch will not just sit idly by while you hold me here!” Nina says, at which the orange fox chuckles: “I certainly hope not! My clan still needs to eat, after all~” the woodland fox replies, leaving the golden retriever speechless for a moment, before the wild vixen hugs the goldie’s head against her tum, making the doggy listen to the loud music coming from her guts, along with the rather muffled sounds of the furious tri-tail kicking and thrashing about, protesting being treated like mere food. It didn’t take much longer for the raccoon and skunk to help knead and massage that squirming, writhing paunch, actually leaning in to press their faces against the orange vixen’s gut to listen to the wet, lewd BLURRBLBLBLing and GRUURRRGLing coming from within.

A couple of days pass, the wild vixen spending her time teasing Nina every chance she gets, squishing that swollen paunch against the golden retriever, forcing the guardswoman to listen to the loud snarling from within, though at times it was hard to tell if it was the barbarian’s stomach, of if it was the sound of that furious kitsune still stubbornly trying to fight her way out. The feeling of the three-tailed mythical fox, struggling in that thick stew of liquified magic, brought no end of bliss to the woodland vixen, who often purred right in the goldie’s ear, as she teasingly rested upon the canine’s lap, letting that tri-tail’s squirms essentially massage Nina through the thick layer of stomach flesh, bumps of the fox’s figure showing on the surface every so often.

One night however, another feast is prepared, and a large bonfire is prepared, a few very special ingredients brought together, as this would be a wondrous occasion... After the meal, Asta walks over towards the prepared firepit, and as some of her sisters start to play a set of ceremonial drums, the fire is ignited, quickly turning to a bright green. With Nina forced to take a front row seat to the procedings, the orange vixen smiles toothily to the golden retriever, licking her lips as she shakes and bounces her belly right in front of the city watchwoman: “It’s time to put this precious treasure of mine in her proper place.” she coos playfully, before rising her head up high: “My sisters!” the vixen calls out, bringing everyone’s attention to her: “Tonight is the night that this lovely kitsune finally becomes one with our clan!” she adds, swaying her belly from side to side: “She has been with us for many days now, and it is time to officially make her a part of our family! So now, let the festivities begin!!” the orange vixen finishes, before she starts to slowly rock her hips to and fro, her gut and bosom swinging as well, loudly sloshing the contents of her stomach about. The barbarian fox’s arms start to undulate, and she starts to slowly step to the left, before moving in the opposite direction, putting on an exquisite belly dance for all of her followers as they cheer, the drums pounding softly, giving Asta a rhythm to dance to. 

While the orange vixen puts on her display, her stomach finally begins to pump that thick slurry down into her guts, the brown kitsune soon feeling the wild fox’s body trying to force her down lower and deeper, which only leads the tri-tail to writhe and struggle even harder, still, after all this time, resisting the orange vixen as best she can. The moment that liquified kitsune magic starts to flow through her, Asta moans out, feeling a deep warmth starting to flow from her depths, spreading into every last part of her, to the very tips of her fingers, tail and toes. Keeping up that dance, the barbarian fox’s gut GRRROOOWWRs and BLIRBLBRBLs, bulges of the mythical meal within showing on the surface in brief intervals as the tri-tail does all she can to stop herself from sinking down into the woodland fox’s bowels along with her stolen magical power. In a few moments, the tribal vixen’s body starts to change before everyone’s eyes, becoming slightly more toned, while her belly starts to slooowly shrink down. Nina is forced to watch as the wild vixen becomes more powerful before her eyes, while the barbarian’s intestines GLRK GLRK GLRK all that charged fluid, claiming the mystical kitsune’s power all for herself, that dance continuing as the orange fox’s mind is awash in pure bliss as she can feel all that might flooding her being. 

The entire camp was cheering excitedly as they watch their leader become more and more powerful, even seeming to become a couple of inches taller as she becomes more muscular, her belly shrinking with a more defined set of abs adorning it. All the while the woodland vixen keeps up that dance, swaying that gut from side to side along with her hips and breasts, her tail swishing rapidly behind her while the orange fox purrs loudly, though she soon feels that the only thing still remaining in her stomach was the three-tailed kitsune, the barbarian smirking as she placed her hands over her belly for a while: “It’s all over, hon. Time for you to sink deeply within me and become a part of my glory forever!” she says teasingly, before she flexes her powerful abs, squeezing the three-tailed vixen so hard she is forced straight down into her guts, so that her body can be utterly and completely claimed by her body once and for all.

Once she has the kitsune in her depths, however, Asta shivers and groans, waves of euphoria and pleasure washing over her as she puts her hands over her belly, the many bulges made by that tri-tailed prize shifting and moving on her paunch, a loud GRRRUUURRRN coming from her guts. As those lumps slowly start to flatten, the orange vixen closes her eyes, moaning as she swings her hips from side to side, the wild fox’s hips and thighs slowly thickening, her ass swelling and growing softer and rounder. The barbarian starts to feel a warmth around the base of her tail, and within moments, three more grow, leaving Asta with a total of four bushy tails wagging above her larger rump. A rush of power flows through her, as she feels a great warmth spreading through her once again, her breasts bouncing as they become a cup size larger. Eventually, Asta’s belly has flattened down completely, though the rest of her figure was anything but, with her rear almost as big as her breasts were when carrying the kitsune around, her body like that of a great warrior, covered in a bit more muscle than normal, but with her curves, she looked more like: “Gods above...” Nina mutters in shock at Asta’s transformation, at which the orange fox opens her eyes, her green orbs now glowing even brighter than Kyiarnu’s did: “Oh, that is apt: I FEEL like a goddess!” she says happily, panting from the sheer amount of powerful bliss she was still feeling, eyes half lidded for a moment as she basks in pure ecstasy: “So, how do I look with this lovely morsel now a part of me?” she asks loudly, at which her entire clan erupts in rowdy cheering, the drums beating rapidly as the orange vixen slowly turning around until she  is showing off her rear, upon which was a tattoo of the tri-tailed vixen’s face. The barbarian vixen’s glorious figure made it look like the kitsune had been absolutely integrated into Asta’s being, her very body and soul merged into the wild fox’s own to turn her into a kitsune in her own right... until that massive rump started to wobble and jiggle. Within moments, there were imprints of the tri-tailed vixen showing on the surface of Asta’s ass, the orange fox looking behind her as she feels the brown kitsune stubbornly struggling after all this time.

Seeing this, the wild vixen chuckles, pushing her ass out right into Nina’s face: “And STILL she tries to resist me! She might as well be nothing but fat on my ass and she still wants to fight her way out!” she says teasingly: “Not that I’m complaining, I would miss feeling her squirming away.” the orange fox adds, before sitting down on the goldie’s lap, being gentle as to not hurt her: “She looks so much better as a part of me anyway, don’t you agree, hon?” she asks mockingly, just smirking smugly as the guardswoman growls at her once again, not dignifying that question with an actual answer. Putting her new tails to good use, Asta lifts the chair the golden retriever is tied to, and walks off to her quarters: “Oh, I’m sure after a few days with this butt squishing against you you’ll agree that your precious scholar is being put to better use back here.” she teases, reaching back to give her own rear a spank right in front of the goldie, giving that soft, plush, and oh so doughy rear a squeeze, moaning as she feels her hand sink so deeply she can feel the kitsune still futily trying to escape. Once she is alone with Nina, she coils the guardswoman in her tails while untying her from the chair, dragging the doggy to her bed where she lies down with the squirming retriever, soon pulling her into a tight hug: “Mmmm... I’m going to keep you for a long, long time, hon. But when you return, I want you to tell EVERYONE about the goddess that lives in these woods.” she teases, just leaning in to teasingly smooch Nina’s forehead, cuddling up with the stunned, bewildered goldie. Asta planned on having so much fun with her new powers... not to mention feeling the kitsune still struggling away inside of her rear, treating the tri-tail like she was nothing but fat on her ass cheeks.