Yes, and they decide to take a break for the night (Fenri POV)

“And TIME!” A cowgirl said as everyone froze in place, each of them unwilling to earn a victory from cheating. Fenri and Tristiana panted for air, the two drenched in sweat and milk as they tried to catch their breath. They were currently standing on top of a stage with countless other contestants, each of them just as if not more tired than the pair.

Currently, the two of them were competing in another of Verdi’s festival games to earn another of the prizes Verdi had for the winners. This game was a simple two person milking game, where one partner was locked in a wooden pillory and given a potion that causes lactation to increase with each orgasm. Their partner would then have 30 minutes to fill as many buckets as possible using their cocks, tongues, fingers, or any other appendage.

“Yuruned… Mehpuss… (You ruined my pussy)” Tristiana slurred as Fenri held Tristiana’s hair gently with both hands, her clit-dick still nestled deep in the kitsune’s womb. She made sure not to let go of Tristiana’s hair, her hands covering the kitsune’s furry ears as she gently stroked them, relishing in the plush feeling between her fingers. Watching Tristiana slowly shift to her kitsune form with each orgasm was surprising, but not unwelcome.

The first orgasm had her right eye shift from blue to a light amber. The second and third orgasm had caused her to grow fox ears. After the 4th orgasm in rapid succession, her pussy had changed its texture and shape, shifting to swallow Fenri’s knot with ease. Reaching around, Fenri idly stroked Tristiana’s belly, her inflated womb packed with Fenri’s milk. She mused to herself whether to ask Verdi if he could make her ejaculate actual semen instead of just milk, but she pushed it to the back of her mind. For now she was content using her as a cum dump. Breeding would be later, she decided, sticking a finger into Tris’ pussy and storing the milk inflating her womb into her inventory.

“And the winner of tonight is Hunt and Foxy with 40 gallons of milk! Incredible!” The cowgirl said, hopping up and down in joy, her ample breasts freeing themselves from her overalls as milk sprayed from her own chest onto the cheering audience. She walked over to Fenri, tracing Tristiana’s back with her fingers and spoke in a hushed whisper. “If you're in the mood for more milk, my room is across the street. Third floor, on the right. Just walk in after my shift.” She offered while unlocking the pillory holding Tristiana in place. She immediately sat up, focusing as she **** her monstrous traits back into herself. As she did that, they spotted Verdi in the crowd, happily collecting his winnings from the nearby bouncer for betting on their victory. Making his way to the duo, he ogled the two of them, his right eye focusing on their sweat and milk drenched bodies while his other eye remained closed.

“Congrats Fenri. Uh, Tris, you got a little thing on your head showing.” He said as Tris yelped, reaching up and feeling her left kitsune ear still exposed. She quickly cast an illusion spell, making the ear invisible to everyone while Fenri patted her on the head, stroking her hair like one would a pet. She used Inventory, summoning a fresh outfit for the two of them while cleaning away the milk and sweat on their bodies.

“Urgh… How do you maintain human form constantly? It feels like I'm constantly tensing a muscle. Second I lose focus, the kitsune part leaks out.” She complained, still unfamiliar with her new body. Verdi just shrugged in response.

“Eh, you get used to it. I doubt Fenri can make you cum hard enough to lose control.” Verdi reassured her as Fenri glared at him.

“Don’t speak too soon.” Fenri spat as Tris glared at Verdi.

“You did that on purpose!” She said as Fenri held the kitsune’s chin, gazing intensely into her eyes.

“Tonight, I'm gonna make you squirt your little brains out, then I'm gonna sleep in a nice warm blanket made of fox tails.” She promised as Verdi spoke up.

“Any chance you can do this tomorrow? I was wondering if you could do me a favor tonight.” He said as Fenri smirked.

“Wanna fuck in a private room or you wanna hook us to the pillory and milk us in front of everyone?” She asked as Verdi licked his lips, debating what he wanted to do. He shook his head, pushing unholy thoughts out of his head as he focused on his task at hand.

“Not the favor I wanted, but thanks for the offer.” Verdi said as he shook his head to **** his lecherous thoughts out, visibly fighting the urge to pound the two of them. “I need you two to distract Citrinas for the next 3 hours.” He requested as Fenri smirked.

“What's in it for us?” She asked jokingly, fully intending to help him regardless.

“For you? My unending gratitude and the promise of any favor you want. For Tris? A brother in law. And several nieces. And nephews.” He answered as Fenri and Tris froze, the duo looking at each other before making the same excited grin as they realized what he meant.

“You’re proposing to my sister?” Tris asked excitedly, clasping his hands as sparkles filled her eyes.

“Fuck yeah! Congrats bud!” Fenri said, slapping him on the back with genuine joy in her voice as Verdi shook his head.

“No, no. Congratulate me after she says yes and begs me to put a kid in her. I got the perfect plan to make her gush when I propose. I had her open a portal to her Domain in Belsach’s bar saying I needed to transport some supplies for my next project to let us start decorating for the proposal. I just need you to distract her long enough for us to finish.” Verdi asked as Fenri frowned.

“Any reason you can’t just have one of your bodies distract her?” She asked as he shrugged his shoulders.

“She said she was going to surprise me, so I’m going to more or less ignore her for a bit. I just need you to make sure she doesn’t get into trouble or gets back early.” Verdi asked as Fenri nodded.

“No prob. I'll keep Princess busy until night time.” She promised before eyeing his crotch. “Shame. I’m gonna miss fucking you. The knot swells just right and the tentacles know my G spot. Plus, you’re the first guy big enough to womb fuck me. Didn’t even think that was possible.” She said as Verdi sighed, his cocks throbbing angrily as if they begged him to ravish Fenri one final time.

“Yeah. Sorry Fenri. If Citrinas weren’t around I’d propose to you, but she had dibs.” He said with a sigh, only for Fenri to grab Tris by the shoulder and pull her in close.

“No prob. I’ll just be a sad and miserly hag surrounded by my loving pets.” Fenri said as she scratched behind Tristiana’s exposed fox ear, her fingers grazing over the silky smooth fur and soft hair. Tris’ body visibly relaxed as she closed her eyes, relishing in the sensation instinctively.

“But I think I’ll be JUST fine.” She said while Tristiana let out a soft, almost purring noise after a few seconds. Seconds after she made the noise, she stiffened while struggling in Fenri’s grasp, shoving her away as she realized what she was doing.

“I’m not your pet!” She declared as Fenri smirked at her twitching ears.

“Of course you aren’t Foxy.” Fenri said, stroking behind Tristiana’s ears. “You're my good little girl.” A tail emerged from Tris at the proclamation, gently snaking out of her pants and gently wrapping around Fenri, silently begging her to continue while the owner of the tail glared angrily at her.

“I’m not your-”

“Tris, your tail is showing.” Verdi said bluntly as her eyes shot open, her hands reaching to her back and feeling a fluffy tail. She quickly stuffed it down her shirt, focusing intently to conceal it as Fenri grabbed her by the hand.

“Come on Foxy! We got a Princess to distract!” She shouted, dragging Tris as she cursed under her breath, frantically trying to **** herself to revert back to a human form. Just when she was ready to get her form back under control, Fenri would stroke her ears and break her concentration. Rather than reverting to a human form, Tris’ tails continued to emerge. Before long, she had abandoned all hope of remaining human, allowing 4 tails to emerge as Fenri happily amused herself by stroking one of them.

“Any clue where she is?” Tris asked as they pushed through the crowds, trying to ignore Fenri’s hand idly petting her tail. Fenri sniffed the air, following the distinct scent that Citrinas had that no other person held. On a normal day she stank of herbs, potions, and Verdi’s semen that made tracking her child’s play. The issue is that Verdi’s body and his countless potions meant that the entire city had that scent, the faint aroma of flowers permeating the very sandstone and buildings. Luckily, there was one new scent that made Citrinas stand out.

“She’s close. I can smell the weird chemicals on her.” Fenri said, following the scent like a bloodhound. The scent wasn’t particularly bad, but it was a distinct smell that made tracking much easier. As they walked through the crowd, Tris sighed while looking at a nearby wall.

“I really hope this marriage works out, but I can’t help but worry. Those two are polar opposites.” Tris noted, spotting several posters of Verdi in an assortment of costumes and risque poses. Fenri also glanced over, noting just how many posters of him were plastered on the walls. In stark contrast was Citrinas that was borderline unknown to the world. Fenri had lived in this world for nearly a decade, and yet she only met Citrinas in person that year. She visibly hated attention and parties of this caliber. Despite that, she knew that Verdi and Citrinas had more in common than one would expect.

“Verdi’s more of a nerd than he wants to admit and Princess is more of a perv than she cares to admit. I think they’ll do just fine.” Fenri answered casually as Tris bit her lip.

“She’s not a pervert. She is just too quiet to say no when you two violate her.” Tristiana snapped as Fenri chuckled.

“Oh trust me Foxy. If anything Princess is the most perverted out of the three of us. She convinced me to fuck Verdi at first.” Fenri said as Tristiana rolled her eyes.

“Right.” Tristiana said dismissively.

“Eh you'll see. When Verdi gets her hot and bothered she does crazy stuff.” Fenri said, sniffing the air one more time before pointing at a nearby building. Written on the door were the words “tattoo parlour” while the front glass gave everyone on the street a front row view of anyone receiving a tattoo. Sitting in one of the plush chairs was Citrinas, her shirt pulled up as a dark elf carefully inscribed a tattoo on her stomach. Unable to get a good look, Fenri dragged Tris along, opening the door and entering the small parlor.

“Princess! What are you doing here?” Fenri asked, feigning shock as Citrinas looked over, her tattoo on full display as the artist made her final touches. Inscribed on her stomach was a womb crest that had a distinctly interesting design that no sane woman would ever form. The left side looked like it was formed from erosarkic tendrils that shaped into a womb, the ovary taken up with what appeared to be a monster core. The other half was made of twisting verdure vines and stiff branches that ended in a bright pink fruit where her ovary was. As they looked at it, they couldn’t help but notice that the ovaries on her womb tattoo gently glowed, enchantments visibly etched into them. It was an erotic design, but they couldn’t help but think the tattoo’s design looked like something Verdi would make to brand Citrinas as his seedbed.

“Getting a womb crest. The hero of magic told me about them, and I think Verdi would like it. Belsach recommended her to me. What about you guys?” Citrinas asked, pulling her shirt down just as the dark elf set her tools aside. Before the shirt could smear her tattoo, she took out a bottle of a basic healing potion from a coat pocket and drank it, allowing her skin to grow over the tattoo in seconds.

“Got bored and I smelled you nearby.” Fenri answered as the artist looked at the two new guests, sizing them up before giving them a winning smile. Like all dark elves she looked young, almost to be in her early 20s with long white hair and dark brown eyes. She had an assortment of tattoos on her arms that faintly glowed with her every movement, likely enchanted to enhance her dexterity. Despite the risque clothing she had on, she gave off the air of an intelligent person, her eyes scanning over the pair before she clasping her hands and tilting her head cutely.

“Ah, the Hero of the Hunt! A pleasure!” She said, happily before squinting her eyes and looking at Tris. “And you… You look familiar. Have we met before?” She asked, looking at the ex hero of magic closely, noting the kitsune ears on her head and the many tails behind her. Despite her completely different appearance, the dark elf seemed to recognize the supposedly dead hero. Before she could pry any further, Fenri grabbed her shoulder and dragged her close.

“She is my cute little pet, Foxy! Bet you saw her in the pet show!” Fenri said, patting Tris on the head as the dark elf continued to stare intently at Tris.

“Are you sure? I can swear I’ve seen your face somewhere.” She said before snapping her fingers. “Did you fight in the war? Because I was stationed-"

“... Nope. I'm just Fenri’s little pet. Foxy.” Tristiana interrupted through grit teeth as Fenri quietly reminded herself to have Verdi build her a camera, wanting to commit this scene to eternal memory. Citrinas, on the other hand, just looked puzzled at why Tris looked so agitated and why they were faking her name.

“Anyways, I need to head back. I promised Verdi I wouldn’t take too long.” Citrinas said, eager to get back into the lab. “You guys should see the new stuff we made! We made PVC, then we built an artificial advanced fire spell generator, and even a forge that uses electricity! Verdi said he had another big thing planned, so he's been having Belsach gather supplies.” She said, eager to explain their achievements.

“Tell me more.” Tris asked, hoping to delay Citrinas as long as possible as she watched her sister’s smile grow twice as large.

“Come on! Let’s head to the lab and I’ll just show you everything while Verdi finishes his prep work!” She said as Fenri grabbed her by the shoulder.

“Before we do that, I gotta ask. Princess, mind telling us about your new tattoo?” Fenri asked quickly, hoping to delay the sisters from heading back. She threw Tris a sour glare, causing the kitsune’s ears and tail to droop sadly, suddenly remembering their mission. Not noticing or perhaps not caring about the silent conversation Fenri and Tris were having, Citrinas eagerly pulled her shirt up and pointed at her new womb crest.

“I told the artist to give me a tattoo that shows erosarkic and verdure traits, and had it enchanted!” She said excitedly, pointing at the glowing tattoo. “I added a fertility crest from the goddess of life so it'll be easier to be impregnated and have healthy children. I also added a pregnancy counter from the goddess of the hearth so I know how many I’m carrying and how many I’ve given birth to.” She said, pointing at her womb, pointing to the empty spot where a small 0 was.

“Did you use a high quality monster core?” Fenri asked, trying to buy time for them. The quality of a monster core was what made or broke an artifact or a tattoo like this. The capacity of magic it could hold, the efficiency it converted magic to a Blessing, and even how many enchantments it could hold were important. Citrinas beamed as she pointed at her tattoo.

“I used the best cores in existence.” She said excitedly as the tattoo artist chimed in.

“Belsach sent over some of the best cores I’ve ever seen in my life to make this tattoo. They had more vigor than an erosarkic and a verdure combined, and the magic capacity is near infinite. It’s like a miniature alchemist got mixed in too. That tattoo is closer to a national treasure than it is a tattoo.” The dark elf said as Tristiana and Fenri grabbed Citrinas and dragged her aside to talk in private.

“Did you put Verdi’s cores in the tattoo?” They asked, remembering the last fight with Eren. Eren had ripped out almost all of his cores except one, and shattered them in his fist. They had never looked into what happened to the shards until now.

“Belsach said that he would arrange for me to get the best tattoo possible and that it would mark me as Verdi’s forever. I wanted to surprise him with this and ask if he was willing to take me as his seedbed.” She mumbled quietly as Tristiana swallowed nervously.

“You mean wife.” She clarified as Citrinas frowned.

“Why would I ever want to be his wife?” She asked as Fenri and Tristiana froze, hearing the annoyance in her voice. “Becoming his wife would mean that he couldn’t impregnate other women.” She said as Tristiana gawked at her.

“Because he loves you and wants to spend his life with you?" She asked, hoping to steer Citrinas back to sanity.

“Yeah, and I love him too and want to stay with him. Tying him down to just breeding me would be cruel to him and the world.” She said before lovingly gazing out the window. “Everyone deserves to be carrying his kid, and I'll make sure he seeds as many women as possible.” She said as Fenri elbowed Tristiana, watching Citrinas’ eyes sparkle at the thought of having Verdi seeding as many wombs as possible.

“You two were practically made for each other.” Fenri complimented as Citrinas continued showing off her new womb crest.

“I also designed it so if I pour magic into it, I activate the Goddess of Pain’s sensation enhancer to get more sensitive since they say it’s easier to be impregnated if you’re climaxing. Lastly, I added a digestion aid from the god of cuisine.” She said as Tristiana frowned.

“Why digestion?” Tristiana asked as the dark elf tattoo artist chimed in.

“Oh, it's for digesting semen. Any cum she drinks goes right to her tits.” She said happily, visibly proud of her work. “She could drink a liter of semen and digest it in a few minutes. Of course it's enchanted to only react to her lover’s seed to streamline the effect. Custom job that one. Not many men cum enough to have an impact.” She explained, fully cognizant of just how strange Verdi’s body was as Citrinas grinned.

“I wanted to be sure I could feed all our kids, and I don't want to risk Verdi’s **** getting into the milk. If we do this, then when I run out Verdi can just cum in me and I refill!” She explained, as Tristiana gawked at Citrinas’ actions.

“We could hire a wet nurse for that! We can also just get a real cow and feed the kids that! Why was enchanting your womb your first choice!?” Tristiana exclaimed as Fenri studied the tattoo.

“Hm. I should get one for you too.” Fenri said, rubbing Tristiana’s womb while deep in thought as Citrinas perked up.

“That's a great idea! We can have matching tattoos! The tattoo artist said she had more than enough cores leftover!” She said happily as the tattoo artist spoke up.

“Be careful ladies! The cores Belsach sent are real damn weird. The second I put the tattoo on, it’s never gonna come off. It’ll just keep regenerating.” She warned, Verdi’s monster cores just as resilient as his main body. The second they inscribed the tattoos, they would become his forever.

“Uh, that sounds a bit ****, so I’ll just-” Tris said, slowly backing away from them only for Fenri to pounce on her like a cat. “NO! LET ME GO! I’M NOT GETTING THE STUPID TATTOO!” She shouted as Fenri pulled a length of rope from her inventory. Within seconds she had Tristiana tied up, binding the kitsune’s mouth and blindfolding her.

“Your finest womb crest my humble artist. I’d like all the functions Princess has and a list of what else you can add.” Fenri requested as she threw Tris onto a table like an overgrown trout. She began cursing at Fenri, only to have a gag stuffed down her throat as the tattoo artist handed Fenri a small booklet.

“Here's the list. Might I recommend a crest of obedience?” She asked as Tristiana’s ears perked at the offer, fear running across her face at the offer.

“What does it do?” Fenri asked.

“It’s on page 37. When you give her specific commands, you can make her more sensitive if she obeys. Add that to a clit piercing with a Blessing of Music and you can make her cum on command.” The tattoo artist explained as Fenri continued reading through the book.

“What does music do? Also, you do piercings too?” She asked, quietly committing several enchantments to memory.

“It vibrates at a certain frequency to make you cum and gives a nice ringing noise. As for the second question, we also sell gear for training slaves and outfitting them. We keep the gear in the back. I can have the cores for the tattoos also applied to the piercings if you’d like.” The tattoo artist explained as Fenri smirked.

“Can you set the command word to be good girl?” She asked as the dark elf happily nodded.

“Of course! But you'll have to be careful. It can't be turned off, so if you say good girl in casual conversation, she'll violently cum.” She warned as Tris looked at Fenri in terror.

“MPH!?” She asked, still gagged as Fenri licked her lips.

“Anything for training a disobedient pet?” She asked as the dark elf went to a nearby drawer and handed her a black leather collar studded with monster cores.

“Whoever wears this will be zapped with a minor jolt when they talk or walk on anything but all fours. They are free to bark, whimper, or make noises that aren’t words. Comes with thigh highs and gloves so she doesn't burn on the sidewalk, but just basic cotton ones. We have better ones but they aren't free. Jolt isn't lethal or too painful, but it does teach the pet. We also have an enchantment of smithing so the latch is melted shut when worn. Only the person who put it on can remove it.” She said, the many enchantments exciting Fenri as she looked over the collar. Putting it around her own neck, she winced, feeling it zap her neck as she remained standing.

“That’s not so bad. But it is unpleasant.” Fenri said, taking the collar off and looking at it affectionately. “I’ll take it.” She said as Tris managed to get the gag off herself, using her tongue to push it out.

“Citrinas! Get me out of here before this psycho makes me her pet!” Tris shouted, continuing to struggle to break free of the ropes binding her. Unlike normal ropes that could be cut, this rope was enchanted for resilience and used by Fenri to catch large prey. A half baked spell couldn’t break it.

“Of course I’ll help you go. After the crest is done.” Citrinas said as Fenri talked to the artist about how to make Tris "her perfect little fox”.

“Why are you so intent on giving me the womb crest!?” Tristiana asked in disbelief, still thinking of Verdi’s planned marriage proposal.

“Because I can only give birth to so many children and I want to be sure all of Verdi’s kids are born healthy.” She answered concisely as Tris gawked at the quiet little girl she remembered casually using her own sister for breeding stock.

“Am I just a pet to you too!?” She asked in exasperation, only for Citrinas to begin rubbing at Tris’ stomach.

“Of course not. You're my sister AND a top quality womb for Verdi’s personal use.” Citrinas said cheerily as Tris suddenly realized that her sister and Verdi truly had more in common than she thought. If anything Verdi was the tame one. He was legitimately trying to become a monogamist and swear off other women while Citrinas was intent on giving him a harem.

“That’s even worse!” Tris shouted as Fenri finished picking out enchantments and equipment. Upon receiving the order, the tattoo artist began gathering her tools.

“Alright Foxy. Stay still. This will sting a little, but I’ll take you out for a treat when we’re done.” Fenri reassured as Tristiana struggled in her bindings, **** to escape as the tattoo artist held the needle above her womb.

“You get that damned thing away from-YIP!” She yelped as Fenri suddenly put the shock collar around her neck, letting it silence her the second she spoke. It was by no means painful, but the sensation was unpleasant, as if someone was poking her with a needle.

“Wow, this collar is incredible.” Fenri said, noting how quickly she went silent.

“Get this thing of-YIP!” Tris said, only to feel another prick in her neck.

“I should find one for Verdi. Might shut him up when he feels like bullying me.” Citrinas mumbled, eyeing the collar with renewed interest.

“Princess! You're speaking my language! Three collars!” Fenri requested as the artist nodded, grabbing two additional collars and letting Fenri inspect them.

“Wait. Why thre-GYAAAH!” Citrinas yelped, falling to the ground as Fenri popped the second collar onto her. She stood up and opened her mouth, only to yell and fall to the ground on all fours as the enchantment activated. Giving her no time to respond, Fenri pulled another length of rope from her Inventory, binding Citirinas in an instant. She began tugging at the collar, intent on getting it off while Fenri inspected the last collar in her hands.

“Hm, would black be a good collar for Verdi? Nah, brown matches his hair. Hm.” She thought to herself before snapping her fingers and using Inventory. A small, worn out dog collar appeared in her hand that looked to be ragged and worn away by time. She removed the metal nametag on the collar before handing it to the dark elf. “Can you enchant this? It's my dog's old collar, and I want Verdi to wear it!” She asked as the dark elf inspected the collar.

“We can, but the second we put the cores in this collar will look brand new. They have a tendency to rejuvenate anything they’re put into. Might also be true for the tattoos.” The dark elf warned as Fenri licked her lips.

“After her, I also want a womb tatto, please.” Fenri requested, handing the dark elf a handful of gold. “And I’d also like to see what else we can enchant. I think Verdi might enjoy a few improvements on these two.” She continued, eyeing the nearby rack of erotic piercings.

“Fen-RIIIIII!” Citrinas shouted, only to feel a slight jolt in her neck as she spasmed, still trying to remove the collar.

“This-YIP!” Tris said, feeling the collar zap her as she spoke, feeling the first of many needles poke at her womb as the tattoo began. The dark elf moved almost like a blur, her hands and skills like an artist’s as she drew the tattoo within an hour. Before long Tris had been marked with the same womb tattoo as Citrinas, Verdis’ monster core shards mixed into the ink and now residing in her skin. Fenri was the next to receive the tattoo, the artist finishing within 30 minutes, now well accustomed to drawing the womb tattoo. Finally, they began the next modifications as Fenri eagerly got to work improving the girls.

“That guy is gonna cry tears of joy when he tries the girls out.” Fenri thought to herself, paying the dark elf a small fortune in gold coins, rubbing at her throbbing womb as she idly held Citrinas and Tris’ leashes.

“Come on girls! Let’s go outside and show everyone your new outfits!” Fenri said, pulling the leashes forward as Tristiana and Citrinas were yanked forward, the two girls stumbling forward on all fours as they both threw Fenri the same sour glare.

The sound of paws and claws on sandstone could be heard as Citrinas and Tristiana crawled forward, the two of them wearing fake paws and leggings that kept their skin from burning on the hot pavement. They wore fur bikinis that matched their hair and exposed their midsections, their freshly drawn womb crests glowing almost needily with each step they took. Citrinas reached up, pawing at the fake dog ears on her head, still trying and failing to remove them. She winced, the headband connecting them connected to the collar through a series of thin wires. Somehow, the fuzzy ears on her head were the most embarrassing thing about her current outfit. She winced, feeling the tail plug in her ass vibrate as she moved, throwing Fenri a sour glare. The anal beads placed in her were almost as long as Verdi’s cock, and each one was just as thick as his knot and studded. Every movement she made let the nubs tease her ass, the beads enchanted to gently vibrate with the slightest bit of agitation. The fact that the dog tail at the end of it also wiggled whenever she moved didn’t help in the slightest, the fuzzy attachment like a lever for Fenri to play with.

Brand new leather collars could be seen wrapped around their necks, the names Princess and Foxy engraved in their respective collars’ name tags. Every few seconds they had to visibly swallow, the metal tags on their necks glowing with life magic as it forcefully enhanced their saliva production. A single minute was all it took for their mouths to overflow, giving them the appearance of excited dogs.

Behind them Fenri was walking, her own womb crest faintly glowing as she held the leashes to them. She licked her lips, still getting used to her new split tongue as the two split ends licked at the air. It was a bit painful to cut her tongue down the middle to get herself a snake tongue, but it was leagues better than having a life mage risk botching the spell. Small studs pierced both ends as she snapped her fingers, activating the vibration function like a child would play with a new toy. At the same time, her newly studded clit-dick vibrated, the studs more than enough to tease her partners and stimulate herself. She was almost tempted to test them out on Tristiana right now, but she was too busy enjoying their walk.

“Don’t you girls feel pretty today?” Fenri asked as Citrinas and Tristiana glared at her.

“Grrrrr.” Citrinas growled, learning her lesson to not talk while Tristiana snarled, showing her canines. Instead of being intimidated or angry at their disobedience, Fenri broke out into a grin as she stroked both of their heads.

“Oh you two are so adorable!” Fenri said cheerily as Citrinas glanced at a poster, only to quickly look away and pretend she saw nothing. Sensing Citrinas’ nervousness, Fenri looked over at the poster. It was unsurprisingly, a poster of Verdi in what appeared to be a scholar’s uniform and a fake pair of glasses. Surrounding him were a dozen animal girls on their knees begging for his attention with some words written in a foreign language on top of it.

“What’s this?” Fenri asked as Citrinas opened her mouth.

“Nothin-Arf! Arf! Arf!” Citrinas barked before she could finish her word, realizing her mistake and trying to bark at Fenri to get her attention, visibly tugging against the leash as Fenri mumbled quietly to herself, trying to translate the poster mentally. She knew most of the common tongues of Ruyanei, but local dialects and monster tongues still eluded her. Before she gave up on trying to make sense of the poster, a voice chimed in.

“Pet training two blocks from here.” A demon girl said, startling Fenri as she glanced over to find a demon clad in only a thong and pasties next to her. Clutched in her hand was a leash connected to a cowgirl that was on all fours, her mottled black and white skin almost glowing as her massive breasts leaked milk. Glancing at Citrinas, a pang of jealousy washed over the cowgirl, envious of her larger breasts as she pursed her pitch black lips, unsure whether she wanted to bit Citrinas or taste her milk.

“What cute pets you have.” The demon girl said, staring at the two sisters with interest.

“Thanks! This one is Princess, and this one is Foxy.” Fenri said happily as the demon girl glanced at them.

“Do they bite?” She asked, visibly fighting the urge to pet the two girls as she eyed Tristiana’s tails.

“Grrrrrr.” Tristiana growled, unwilling to let the demon near her as Fenri squatted down and stroked the two girls.

“Don’t worry, they’re both good girls.” She said as Tristiana’s eyes went wide as a pleasant ringing noise filled the air, as if someone were ringing church bells. Her legs began to tremble as her clit-piercing activated, sensing the activation phrase and vibrating. Tris grit her teeth, fighting to maintain dignity as the vibrations intensified.

“HYIIIIII!” She screamed, squirting violently and drenching her panties and the floor in fem cum as she climaxed, her tongue lolling out as she bucked her hips, as if there were a phantom cock pumping into her. She sounded like a beast as she collapsed on the ground, her as stuck in the air as another kitsune tail emerged. Fenri quickly picked her up like a dog, holding her closely as Tristiana gasped for air.

“Whoops.” Fenri said as the demon girl smiled at the show.

“Mei-Mei and I were just heading to the training class if you’d like to follow us. Your girls are well trained, but I think they’d love a playdate!” She said while petting Citrinas’ back. Instantly, her body responded as her fur bikini bottom bulged obscenely, her clit-dick hardening at the gentle caress. She tugged against the leash, unwilling to be violated only to have Fenri pick her up and carry her underneath her arm.

“Lead the way! I think Princess and Foxy need to burn off a little energy!” Fenri said, carrying the two girls in her arms as the demon girl led the way. Citrinas let out a soft whine, trying to get back to the bar while Tristiana let out a sigh, grumbling incoherently underneath her breath.

“Verdi owes me big for this.” She thought, as Fenri hummed a tune to herself.