Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional incest or fictional incest content.
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"Thomas... be careful! Stop! It's too sensitive for that!" Regina said as a husband kneeled down in front of her. "It's so sensitive it hurts!"
Regina looked down her fur covered body, something new had happened. A change that every female of the kin dreaded. She had somehow been infected with a futa. A large penis extended from a new small sheath above her vagina, and it was very sensitive. She could hardly stand it, the sensation coursing through it were almost overwhelming.
She struggled to keep her heat at bay. She wanted to mate, her tail swished back and forth in agitation as her black bordered eyes locked onto her own throbbing member. *~I have a dick! A dick! My dick! And his touch feels so good.~* Regina thought as her heart thudded in her chest, hard and violent. Her dripping pointed head down to the knot at its base had to have been at least nine inches long. Bigger than half of her husbands.
"I don't know... What will I..." She whispered as her eyes welled with tears and she wiped them with black furred paws. She was so confused and horny and confused and lustful and confused and in a full-blown heat! All at the same time! what was she going to do?! *~Will they leave me now? Now that I am a futanari and not a vixen anymore?~* Her vulpine features sagged in distress while her dick throbbed in desire, she let out a small mournful howl.
Her mind ran wild as the images of her husbands flashed through her mind. Bernard, the large taurus who had stolen her heart with his impressive physique but gentle nature. Her newest husband, the fiery crocodilian Burges and his quick temper. The lazy and relaxed puma Rigley, so easygoing and dynamic. And sweet Thomas, her vulpine cousin-brother and first husband who kneeled before her, his own fox-like face hard to read as he stared at her freakish new feature.
"Thomas... What, What am I going to do?" She begged him and he looked at her with tenderness in his eyes. His soft features full of concern and something else she couldn't place.
"Are you feeling the heat?" He asked her, his soft paws on her spread knees. He looked so good down there.
"Yes. Yes. I need to mate. I need it." She said her voice growing husky. She had to look away from him, and glanced around his bedroom. It was a comfortable den, dark and well padded with blankets. They had shared it last night, and things had progressed normally as he mounted and tied to her, pumping her full of his seed for the half-hour they were joined. The thought alone caused her to wince as she throbbed above and her wetness increased below. Her femininity was still there, wet and ready for him. Aching to be filled.
She watched him lick his muzzle as he looked at her again she only wished that long wet tongue was lapping at her. Pushing into her to tickle her depths. He was very good with that tongue of his, one of the few things she could convince him to do beyond regular mating. He was a chaste little fellow.
Her head spun as dizziness gripped her more and more. She thought that all the blood must be pooling at her double sex. Her passionate thoughts kept revolving around how she wanted to throw him over and mount him or be mounted in kind.
"Thomas..." she started in a progressively lustful voice. "I need t--"
"Come, let us go." He interrupted her and stood.
"G.. Go? Go where?!" She hissed. "We can't tell anyone else! They will all leave me!" A sudden dread gripped her. "Y... You won't leave me will you?!"
"Nonsense, we all love you." Thomas, always loyal no matter what she had put him through. Her neediness, her whimsical temperament, her collecting husbands like she was a hunter bagging game. "Let's just go to Rigley. He will know what can be done." Thomas reassured her softly.
*~Of course,~* She thought, the free spirited Rigley had a lot of experience with these things before he decided to settle down with Regina and her pack. *~If anyone besides Thomas would know, it would be Rigley. And besides that, he has that amazingly slippery and barbed co--~* She cut off the thought, she needed to focus. Focus hard. Before she knew what was happening, she had a silk robe around her exposed fur and was being escorted down the hall towards Ripley's room.
He lived on the other side of their large open-air home. And each step was a mix of bliss and pain as the silk rubbed against her. The raw skin of her unsheathed member luxuriating in the touch of the smooth cool silk as it slipped across with her steps. The cool air of the morning struck her nipples and they hardened under the robe as if trying to out show her new addition.
She knew she must look a sight, eyes half closed, hard nipples and red hard cock pressing out between the folds of her robe, and a sweet tender effeminate naked fox leading her by the hand. She watched the way his tail swished and small little butt tensed with each step. She reached out with her other hand and grabbed his tail, tugging on it gently, like he did when he wanted to mount her. With a toothy grin he looked back at her.
"Now, now my wife-sister, you must behave." He told her with a wink as they continued to walk, the claws on their exposed paws clicking along the wooden flooring. She tried to focus on the garden at the center of their home, the burbling of the stream and fishpond, the soft jangle of wind chimes. Instead of that hot little furry orange ass in front of her.
The rustle of fabric and bells being moved aside brought her attention back to their short journey as she followed behind Thomas into a room.
Rigley was an open sort, he had no door on his room, just some strips of fabric to keep out the cold, and it worked, within his low-lit den it was very warm. The ringing of the bells attached to the fabric strips must have woken him from his cat nap as his lithe body was stretching and a big yawn full of fangs graced his short-muzzled face.
"Yessss?" He purred out, his voice full of invitation and seduction.
Regina groaned and leaned forward, her lust fogged mind wanting to feel his tan-furred body against hers. He was a rare concolor variant of the puma line. His fur a mix of creamy brown over a lean and agile frame. Some of the things they had done together caused her to whimper and stumble forward and lean against Thomas. A sharp inhale took her as her hard dick pressed against him, rubbing along one of his soft buttocks. It felt... divine... *~Is this how it is for men? So... good?~* she wondered amongst her foggy thoughts.
"My queen, what ails you?" Rigley asked, up and at her side in a flash, he took one of her arms gently and supported her. As she turned to the side he looked down with wide eyes at what pushed out from the folds of her robe. She froze in horror staring at his features, waiting for his ears to turn back and claws to sink into her.
But instead, his lips rose into a small smile, the points of his fangs showing as he whispered to her. "I see, the creators have finally blessed you with a new pleasure." He said, his voice silky as he effortlessly led her to his pile of blankets and pillows. With Thomas treating him with deference he helped move Regina to the nest.
"Rigley? What is happening?" Thomas asked in a hushed voice.
"She has been blessed, she has been seen by the creators and she has been given a new way to feel and give pleasure to her range. The males of this family are in for a adventure." Rigley explained and with a wider grin added, "And I suspect females will be too, very soon."
"F...Females?" Regina asked with hesitation.
"Oh yes, you will lust for them. As the futanari kind lust for anything that catches their eyes, becoming nearly obsessed with a new target." Rigley explained.
"Why did this happen to her?" Thomas asked.
"I'm afraid I only know the teachings." Rigley said, showing his first bit of distaste so far. The teaching, brought down by oral tradition from the ancient creators. Most believed them to be gods and the words were their gospel. Others, like her small skulk, thought that they were more like ancient teachings that had been twisted by the countless retelling into the restriction they now represented.
"She has broken many of the nine perversions and must have been touched by the creators."
"What... perversions?! I'm no perversion!" Regina demanded, settling into the comfortable nest. Unlike Thomas, who had a nice nest of blankets as his bed, Ripley had a thick pile of collected pillows and blankets that amounted to a veritable mountain. His bed wasn't flat bottomed but more of a pit, it just appeared flat because of the amount of comfort he had stuffed it with. She knew had it not been early morning his shutters would be pulled back to let in sunlight that perfectly bathed the nest. He was a luxuriant creature.
"I know my Queen." He cooed at her. Regina shifted more, slightly offput by what he said.
She settled finally on her back with arms and legs spread like she was about to make a snow angel in the pillows. Her robe was open and she unashamedly let her husbands look down at her form. Her tender belly was covered in a cream-colored fur, encompassing her breasts and sex. Orange flowed out from that covering the rest of her, except the black around her eyes and at the tips of her. She was a standard looking vixen, no great beauty of her kind, more of a cute thing. Something that any male might see and have thoughts of a sweet night of pleasure, and not the lustful sexpot within.
The only unease she felt as she was spread open before them was caused by the new addition to her, but she couldn't hide it, it was impossible. Extruding from a low sheath, her cock was red and veined like males of her kind, it had a sharp conical head and thickened in the middle before hitting the knot at the base. The knot was bigger than her fist, maybe bigger than both of them. Her new size was bigger than Thomas's and Ripley's. She had a tiny flutter of odd pride about that.
"The perversions..." Ripley began to recite them, being the only one of them who was raised within the church and knowing the scripture by heart. "Incest, cross-species, cross-genus, humanity, homosexuality, philandering, polygyny or polyandry, and sodomy."
"Wh... What?!" Thomas stuttered, "But its only natural for the vulpine to..."
"Do not worry Tom, we all break one or two, it is in out nature, but according to the teachings once you claim enough of these the creators curse you with some form of aberration." Ripley explained.
