Kitsune, the Demon Fox of Lust

	Johnson the fur in charge of the construction crew looked down at the supposed shrine they were going to move.  It was just an octagonal stone with a obelisk barely 3 feet high.  Two guys and a shovel could put this sucker in the back of a pickup truck.
	“This is what all the fuss is over,” he exclaimed to the large gray wolf behind him.
	“I guess,” he replied to his smaller raccoon boss.
	“Yiff me raw,” Johnson said taking his hard hat off, “Three months in court and dozens of families fleeing the country over this heap of rock.”
	“I suppose so,” the wolf mumbled bending over to look at the carvings on the obelisk and finding them to be very pornographic in nature to his surprise.
 	“Well get a team over here to carefully dig around it and get it lifted out of here, we got to get all these trees cleared today, in four months this needs to be a new suburb.”
	In short order it had been dug around and under enough to lash ropes about and set it in the block and tackle.  A flat bed truck was backed up to it and four furs were ready to lift it away.  As soon as it raised an inch from the ground all activity on the site stopped.
	It was a howl of a fox, it was loud enough that all the furs clapped their paws over their ears in pain.  It seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.  When it was quite again furs began to point at the sky, above the obelisk a thunder storm was pouring out of a single point and spreading out darkening the sky.
	Marcus the wolf was the first to look down at the shrine stones, they were now floating a foot or two above the ground, the ropes slack about it.  It began to glow with a soft pink light.  The silly warning of an occult parody site rose up in his mind.  “Each year hundred of cultist could be saved if they remembered to cover their eyes when the artifact begins to glow.” Silly or not, he threw himself to the ground looking away and covering his eyes.
	The others watched in astounded shock as the shrine rose higher and higher and the glow increased in brightness.  Soon it was the only light in the unnatural dark fall.  The stones began to crack revealing a brighter light within.  All were backing away when the shrine exploded in a thousand razor sharp shards and the force of a good sized bomb.
	Those wounded didn’t have much time to feel the pain of their injuries.  The light burst forth in a radiance that was blinding even to those that were looking away.  Under this bright light their flesh began to melt and float away like water in zero gravity.  It wasn’t painful but dissolving a feeling of fading away.
	In moments the only fur left was Marcus covering his eyes on the ground and whimpering in the gathering wind.  A vortex like a small tornado was forming causing the blobs of former furs to whirl about while they were pulled inwards.  In an eternity that was only seconds long there was a small pop and the sound of grease splattering to the ground.  This was followed by an almost musical laughter.
	The laughter frightened Marcus so much he flipped over and looked.
	It was a small pink vixen with nine swirling gigantic tails.  Well small wasn’t the right word, she barely stood 4 foot tall, her tails must have been 3 times that length.  She was pregnant but that was an understatement.  Her breasts were tight swollen globes as big as a normal females pregnant belly, they were supported by a belly big enough for a dozen kits.  She had hips wide enough to have two babies at once and thighs that would be fat on a normal sized fur.  She was a flesh incarnation of an ancient fertility doll.
	Despite or maybe because she looked so ripe with life she was going to burst Marcus felt the throb of his cock and balls at the sight of her.  She moved with slow dainty steps that caused her belly and breasts to gently sway back and forth.  This caused the throbbing in his crotch to increase to an almost painful pressure.  Looking up at her face he saw she had very big ears and a mane of pink head fur the hung down to reach her ankles.  What really held him was her gorgeous radiant green eyes.  Those eyes made him feel as if his crotch was going to explode.
	Looking down he whimpered in pain and shock.  His poor balls were swollen to the size of tennis balls and his cock was a big around as a pop can.  Before his stunned eyes he watched himself getting bigger.  In desperation he tried to get his pants open but the pressure on the button fly was too great.  He was being crushed by the pressure of his clothes.
	He tried to scoot away but the pressure became so painful he couldn’t move.  She moved close enough to stroke his body with her tails and he could smell her wondrous sexy scent.  She laughed down at his agonizingly swollen crotch and reached down to stroke it with a finger.  This proved too much, and in a howl of pain and a flurry of buttons his cock and balls burst to freedom.
	He swelled till his poor flesh felt ready to burst like his pants.  He felt his bursting tip pushing at the folds of the vixen causing him agony and ecstasy like he had never known.  His growth was forcing him into her welcoming body.  She was tight, so tight she was crushing him but she forced her way slowly downward.
	With trembling paws he reached up to feel the titanic belly of this tiny vixen.  She cried out at his touch and began to milk his cock with her body.  She was so full and tight he could feel his cock stretching her every time she pushed down against him.  She was too full under his paws, she would surely burst if he grew anymore inside her.
	He closed his eyes in the pain and pleasure of her body.  When he came it felt like a his cock was going to rip itself apart.  His last vision before blacking out was the vixen looking down at him smiling gently.  To his horror she had grown taller and wider, she looked taller than he was now.
* * *
	She stood up and slowly backed away from the sweet wolf that was laying in blissful sleep.  For a few moments he had doused the fires in her body but she could feel the smoldering ambers stirring.  She patted him with her tails and began to waddle towards the south.  She didn’t know why but she felt a pull.
	She hadn’t gone far before the fire had returned and she began to ache for filling.
* * *
	Marcus awoke to a throbbing sore cock.  Looking down at his crotch he gasped in shock.  His balls were as big as basketballs and his sheath was huge enough to hold a cock that would split a draft mare.  His fur was painfully stretched over his tremendous genitals.  He looked around for the demon fox but she was gone, only a trail of her foot prints head to. . .
	“Oh shit she is headed for the city,” he cried trying to get up.
	Trying to stand was nearly imposable.  His balls felt like the weighed as much as bowling balls.  Gathering as much in his paws as he could he staggered towards his car.  The slightest pressing on his genitals made them feel like they were going to burst.  She must have force them to grow to their absolute limit.
	Getting behind the wheel proved as painful as it was difficult.  His sports car had not been designed for a guy with 35 pounds of cock and balls.  Out on the road he soon found that he was going the right way to follow her.  All the cars were pulled off to the side of the road and the furs were out and about rutting on the sides of the road.  He slowed in amazement at this shocking public pornographic display.
	All the men had been effected by the demon fox as he had but to a lesser degree.  The women had been effected as well, their bodies expanded to a lush over voluptuousness.  They seemed to all be in the throws of animalistic heat and unable to control themselves.  At least it cleared the road for him to pursue the demon, he just hoped he’d have a plan by the time he found her.
	As he closed in on the city he saw something off the side of the road that made him screech to a halt.  He got out of the car and staggered over to stare in horror at what was in the ditch.  A female skunk who had exploded out of her business suit was moaning and masturbating started crawling towards him.
	“No,” she whimpered when she got a better look at him, “he’s too big.  I gotta find some one to yiff soon or I’m going to pop.”
	He ignored her as he stared at the vixen paw print in the soft shoulder.  It had to be 6 feet long.
	“Fecking hell,” he whispered, “She just didn’t grow, she’s growing.”
* * *
	The vixen moaned and rubbed her tremendous tummy and breasts, she ached with the need to breed.  She didn’t know what was calling her this direction but she knew she must go.  Just as she knew she must yiff, but all the furs were so small here.  She had been stepping over the strange square plants but now she was faced with two of them much taller than she was and too narrow a gap between them.
* * *
	Marcus reached the city in time to see a 40 foot tall pregnant vixen forcing her way between two skyscrapers to the sounds of breaking glass and twisting steel.  When she squeezed her breasts together to get them to fit she sent twin geysers of milk over the city.
	“Holy crap,” he said looking up at her, “I’ve found her now what do I do.”
	He struggled out of the car as the nearness to the demon fox was causing his cock to become erect again.  There was chaos and wreckage in the wake of the kitsune, those that weren’t running and screaming were yiffing with wild abandon in the streets.  He followed after her with no clue how to stop her.
	A plan fell in front of him in the form of a hyper voluptuous deer that was still fitting into her clothes barely.  She tripped and fell head long into a puddle of milk.  She came up sputtering and after a step or two she let out a scream.  She trembled in pain as her body grew splitting the seams of her clothes.  It just wasn’t out ward growth either she surged up several inches as well.
	Marcus knelt by the puddle and dipped a paw into it.  It was warm but had no other effect.  The milk tasted sweet and desirable after licking it from his paw a slow fire spread through his body and a ache as he felt his clothes tighten over the rest of his body.  He leans down to drink as much as he could.
	The fire and ache was so intense he couldn’t even scream.  When he could focus his eyes he was staring down at a manhole cove that looked no bigger around than a saucer.  His body felt so huge and swollen he was sure it was going to explode.  Standing up he got dizzy watching the ground pull so far away.  He had to be 25 feet tall.
	He staggered after the kitsune tripping over a car or two.  He managed to avoid stepping on any furs as he stumbled about trying balance and walk.  Moving as fast as possible he managed to get to her and grasp her about the leg.  Alas now she was so big he didn’t even reach her hip.  She just looked down at him and smiled and patted his head.  Then she winced and tried to squeeze in her tummy.  He was too tiny compared to her, he needed to grow more.  In desperation he climbed up the front of her.
	She looked down at the tiny wolf tugging her fur in surprise.  She didn't  seem to know what to do till he clamped his mouth on her nipple.  She gasped and cradled him against her body as she collapsed against a building.
	Sucking deeply he felt sure he was going to be bust asunder by the pain of his sudden growth.  The massive vixen whined in ecstasy as he released the pressure of her engorged breasts.  She lovingly stroked his growing body, murring in delight as at last she had found a fur big enough to breed with.  She was even more delighted it was a fur that had mated with her before and choose to return to her.
	Marcus was torn between the agony of what was happening to his torture flesh and the rapture of the touch of the demon.  He could not help himself as he plunged his cock into her causing her to howl so loud she shattered glass in all the buildings about her.  Pressing against her steel tight tummy he forced her back against the building tipping it over and crushing it into a nest for them.
	The vixen whimpered as her tummy was to big to get as tight against the wolf as she’d like. With all the self control Marcus pulled himself from the demon long enough to roll her over so he could mount her from behind.
	With each pump into the lush body of the kitsune she and him grew larger and larger.  Marcus was getting dizzy from watching the ground pull away from him as he grew.  Any second now he knew he was going to explode, the pain and pleasure had merged into a sweet agony that was his whole world.
	Under his paws the kitsune felt equally ready to burst and when her thrust into her she creaked in a rather alarming fashion.  When she turned to look over her shoulder at him he was stunned, her eyes were filled with the same pain he felt and something else.  She was afraid.  She began to cry and tremble under his assault.
	Marcus suddenly understood, she wasn’t doing this to be evil or malicious, she was as much a victim as he and every other fur that came across her path.  She didn’t understand what was happening and she was afraid.  Tenderly he leaned against her and hugged and kissed her.  What ever happened he was going to hold her and love her.
	The resulting explosion leveled what was left standing of the city.  All that remained of the wolf and kitsune were drifting motes of pink and grey.  When they crews reached the crater they found a stunning sight.  In the middle of a grassy clearing was the shrine that started this whole disaster.  The plants and trees that were surrounding the clearing were growing at a visible rate and were spreading like flowing water.

Epilog one.
	Six months later the city had been abandoned as it had proven impossible to cut the forest growth at a quicker rate than it grew.  
	Hospitals were jammed to the gills not with injured as oddly enough those that weren’t killed outright healed in moments.  Every bed was overfilled with a poor female fur so jammed full of cubs they feared they’d all burst instead of giving birth.  Workers in the forest reported that the wildlife was suffering from the tremendous surge in fertility and thankfully they hadn’t found any exploded animals yet.  Giving hope that this wasn't going to end too messily.

Epilog two.
	The kitsune whimpered in her sleep and shivered all over.  She brought up a tail to gnaw on and began to cry.  Marcus awoke to her crying in her sleep again and rolled over to put his arm over her and rub her tummy.  She gasped and began to murr happily in her sleep.  She scooted back against Marcus and snuggled against him.
	Poor little goddess, Marcus thought as he snuggling her.  He now knew that was what she was, the living embodiment of fertility.  Her tummy filled with all the babies that could be born, yet never supposed to know the joy of love and yiff.  Without her all life would wither and die.
	She had been born into this realm that provided all her needs except companionship.  She had forced her way into the mortal realms in an effort to free herself from the torment of loneliness.  Her powers were to great to be contained by the earth or mortal flesh.  At least now she was no longer alone.
	Marcus was still adjusting to the paradise she called home.  Mainly he was adjusting to a cock as big around as his leg and nuts like watermelons.  The nine tails did give him enough ballast to stand and walk but it still was taking time to getting used to it.  Being a male fertility god wasn’t as easy as one first thought.
	His little goddess was an enigma as well being both the oldest lustiest female in the universe and being a small child at the same time, but now she had someone to comfort her in the dark night and to satisfy the burning of her libido. But more importantly she had some one to love who would love her in return.