A Fox Girl's Well-Earned Reward

(Author's Note: This story is a sequel to The Dirtiest of Baths.)

"Um, uh, my Lady?" You stutter as you step into the warm, sunlit glade. "Why are you a sort of smallish-sized dragon--?" Your surprised eyes slowly slide down the length of my silver-purple-scaled body. "--With an incredibly h-huge, um--" You gulp so adorably. "Um, wow, uh--"

"Phallus is the word you are looking for, I believe," I reply in my now gravely-ancient draconic voice, craning my head to look down at you with slit, purple eyes.

"Is it?" You manage to squeak quietly, eyes still wide and distracted.

"It is. Eyes up." I shift slightly, breaking your... well, concentration probably isn't the correct word, but it will do. Your eyes snap back forward and up to meet mine, towering above your head by three or four feet. "This is part of your reward--" At which point your eyes widen further and begin to slide back down my body. "I said. Eyes. Up." Your eyes snap back into place, and you stand rigid, at full attention.

As per my message, you are wearing tight leather pants, laced-up boots, and a soft blouse beneath a dark, lightweight leather coat that is long enough to cover your many pouches and knives. The glade that I had chosen is wide and open, the dark, rich earth covered in tufts of soft grass and wildflowers. There is a creek just beyond the edge of the glade and its babbling has been a joy to listen to as I waited for my horny girl to arrive.

"As I was saying, this is part of your reward. You have been a very, very good girl lately, and your Lady is very pleased," I explain. "Scaling the Tower of the Alabaster Phoenix undetected by the elven sentries below was an unparalleled feat. Dismantling the arcane lock and its trap on the window of the repository only added to your already esteemed accomplishment. But finding the hidden seal that revealed the location of the sentient dungeon Abyssia Eonixium was immeasurable beyond compare. A job very well done, my dear girl." Our camp is a pleasant, but not short, walk through the woods, so I am not concerned that my deeper, richer, louder draconic voice would carry far enough to alarm any of our colleagues.

Your face beams with a luminosity that is nearly as bright as the sun's. It makes me very pleased, and my deep chuckle echoes through the nearby trees.

"Thank you, my Lady," you say excitedly. "Your horny girl is very excited to see what the rest of the reward is."

"Mmmm, I have no doubt." The prepared Polymorph Person spell goes off and, in a concussive wave of multi-colored light, punctuated by a startling pop! you have changed. You are now naked, covered in soft, downy fur. Your belly and chest are white, while your hands and feet are dark, almost black--the same color as your newly, adorably elongated snout, the tips of your gently tufted ears, and the tips of each of your bushy nine tails. The rest of your fur is a deep red-orange. Your tails wave excitedly as if by their own volition. You are now a humanoid nine-tailed fox.

Somehow, of course, you still manage to blush. Perfect.

"Th-thank you, my Lady!" You say, your voice punctuated by soft yips. So fucking cute. You touch the fur of your chest and belly, still beaming, still blushing. "I have eight nipples!" You squeal in delight as you absently squeeze two of your newly acquired extra nipples.

"Indeed, hands down."

You comply quickly, still beaming with your adorable fox face. "Thank you, my Lady!"

"Oh, this is just the beginning. Squat down, on all fours. Good. Now turn and let me expect you, tails and ass up."

You do as I say--on your knees and elbows, back arced, ass up, nine tails quivering high. The pink parts beneath are puckered and already wet. I lick my draconic lips.

"Good, turn back to the side so I can get your profile." You do, scootching in the grass and flowers. You look up at me, expectant. "Eyes front," I say gently, but the dragon voice makes you yip once again as you comply. I nod, and the waiting, invisible magic hand drops the already vibrating wand between your outstretched arms. You grab it quickly and tuck it between your legs excitedly.

"Now," I continue, "it is time for the rest of your reward. You may begin," I say to the glade at large. Your sharp intake of breath is audible over the babbling of the creek.

The humanoid creatures who had answered my call and lined up in single file in the trees now beginning stepping forward, one at a time, each stroking his hard cock. The shape and color of each creature is a veritable rainbow of hue and form. The same can be said for each of the differently shaped, sized, and decorated penises, some of which were already very clearly dripping.

The first is a green-skinned orc, yellow tusks protruding from a gnarled mouth, his stained leather loin cloth pulled back to reveal a thick green cock. You glance up at me quickly, involuntarily, as he grabs your waist, and your tails shake momentarily. But you quickly turn back to face front with a gulp as the head of his cock rubs your swollen wet lips, before plunging deep inside with one slow, solid thrust. He fucks you with long, deep, constant strokes while you vibrate yourself, and it isn't long before each thrust elicits a yip as his balls rhythmically strike the head of the wand, driving it tighter against your erect, fur-covered clit.

He fucks you for what seems like an eternity, but it isn't long before your yips turn into gasped fucks and then, "Fuck! My Lady, may I cum?"

"Mmmm," I say in my guise as the leering, looming dragon not far away. "Not yet. You have a lot of cocks to get through, so I think I shall ration your orgasms."

But the orc's breathing and thrusts have turned into deep grunts. "I'm not, however, going to ration theirs. You--cum!" The orc's grunts turn to a deep, guttural moan as his hips buck into you, his swollen cock buried to the hilt, and he holds your hips tight as his cock pumps you full. Then he slides away with a gasp, staggers back, and vanishes into the trees.

"Holy fuck, my Lady," you breathe. You are dripping, and the head of the wand is covered in cum.

The next is another humanoid fox dressed in a short green jerkin. He is lighter in color than you, and only has the usual one tail, but his cock glistens in the sunlight as he unceremoniously thrusts into you. He grabs the fur just beneath your ribs and pulls. His thrusts are quick, rapid, hammering. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" you gasp at the top of each rapid-fire thrust, but that turns to a deep, long moan as he bends down and sinks his sharp teeth into the scruff of your neck, holding you. His thrusts quicken to a blur, and your moan is one solid almost-wail before, "Maaaay I please--"

"Cum, the both of you."

You scream, and his thrusts slow and deepen. He yips in turn at the top of each thrust as he pumps his cum into you while you spasm on both his cock and the wand, nearly collapsing. Then, he is replaced while you try to catch your breath. This one is a black-furred satyr who digs his hooved feet into the earth as he thrusts into you with whispered curses and strange poetry. His cock is slimy with each thrust, and you just simply gasp, breathless with each stroke until he jams his cock deep and adds his seed to the rest with a high-pitched laugh.

You glance up me, tongue lolling, eyes lost in ecstasy, but then you quickly look back down like the good slutty little fox girl that you are.

I let you cum again three cock-loads later when a mottle-skinned half-ogre flips you on your back so that he can suck one of your many nipples while you hold the wand to your clit, and his huge slimy cock gores you. You both explode in a river of cum that adds to the slick layers now covering the grass and crushed flowers beneath your puckering, sucking asshole and tails.

The last cock is huge, grey, and belongs to a short, muscular, gnarl-faced rock gnome. You are still on your back, and he holds your fur-covered ankles aloft as he drills his cock into you, his trousers around his ankles. You cry out, moan, gasp, scream, but eventually you are just repeating "ohhh, fuck" over and over. From the woods, the spent creatures who have already had their turn at you slowly return, each one crawling on hands and knees to reach out and tweak or suck one of your eight erect nipples.

"My Lady, please... please let me cum.... please..."

"Not this time, cumslut," I say with a draconic purr. "I'm saving that one for something special."

"Fuck.... fuck.... th--thank you, m-my Lady."

"You, gnome, cum!"

The gnome, shouts Fuck! once as he fills you, his cock driving up into you. He pulls free and a river of hot cum, yours and all of theirs, pours from your swollen, gasping hole.

Then they all look up at me and I smile the smile of a very horny dragon. They flee into the woods without another sound.

You are still lying on your back, gasping, dripping, leaking onto the flora and dirt, vibrating wand absently in hand. You look up at me, my adorable, sexy nine-tailed fox girl, as I move to stand over you. Erect. You blink for a moment, and then your eyes look down and see my swollen, bulbous dragon cock.

"Oh, fuck," you breathe. You look back up to meet my purple eyes with your shining yellow ones. "Please fuck me, my Lady. Oh please, fuck me." You are panting. "I need your cum, my Lady."

I reach down with clawed hands, wrap them around your waist, and lift you gently off the ground. I crane my neck so that you can continue to look into my eyes as I spread my leathery wings and slowly impale you on my aching cock. "Fuuuuuuuck," you manage. "Thank you, my Lady."

But then your eyes are closed, lost in the feel of my dragon cock deep inside your already full core. You slip the vibrating wand down between us and I feel it on my cock as the vibrations pass through your soaked lips. You seem to barely notice as my wings beat and we take flight, rising out of the glade and into the bright sky. Far below us, the land stretches away, but you hardly notice the winding of the silvery creek through the trees, the smoke from our distant camp, the far distant finger of smoke that marks the nearest city leagues upon leagues away.

I beat my wings to keep us hovering, and I cross my legs beneath you, allowing you to rest on my cock entirely, wand still on your clit. You wrap your orange-furred legs around my waist as far as they can go and, with your head against my silver-scaled chest, enraptured by the booming sound of a dragon's fiendishly horny heart, you begin to buck and grind, lost in the rhythm of your heat.

Your nine tails are whipping about in the air, each one beating their own accompaniment to the rhythm of your hips as you rock, my cock deep, wand humming. You feel amazing, as does the shared feeling of the wand, and I can sense the power building inside me. I hold you close as you rock faster and faster, breathing rapidly. I begin to grind up into you, fucking the cum out of you so that it drips to the ground far below.

"Oh fuck, right there, my Lady," you moan, your fur whipping in the beat of my wings. "Fuck, may I please cum? May I please come on your cock?"

"Wait..."

"Oh, please, my Lady--"

"Wait." The heat is intense, both within you, within your grasping, spasming walls, and within me, deep and rising, a passionate fire that might tear the world apart. "Your Lady is very close."

Your head rocks back, and you look up at me with such deep desperation as you buck faster and faster in your most urgent need. "Oh! Fuck, please, my Lady, I need it, I need you, please," you whisper, your voice almost lost to the wind.

"Cum," I command as the heat shatters, and I explode deep inside you. You shatter as well and grunt and scream for long moments, both of us lost in the bliss of the universe, neither of us noticing that we are now plummeting from the sky, locked in each other's embrace.

Then, as you are still trying to catch your breath, my wings dart out and catch air. The plummet turns to a gentle drift and by the time we touch back down in the glade, you are able to gasp, "Holy shit, my Lady. Thank you."

"You are welcome, my horny little cumslut of a fox girl. I'm glad you enjoyed your very well-earned reward. But there is still one more thing left to give you."

Your tired, satiated eyes widen. "What--what is it, my Lady?"

"Simply this." I lay down on the earth and motion for you to join. You blink for a moment before yipping! in delight and curling up, nine tails tickling your nose, in the curve of my body. My silver-purple tail curls around you, and I wrap you in my arms. Your gentle snores begin to fill the air, accentuated only by the babbling of the creek in the trees and the sound of my contented, draconic purr.