Devotion and Restraint

Most take being hale and healthy for granted.

Not Kokoro. Not anymore. Not since the diagnosis. She had always been a strong person, had to be, or she wouldn't have made it, wouldn't have found success in life. She had started from the lowest of the low, only one more mouth to feed for an impoverished family, but through determination and diligence, she had put herself through school while helping her parents wherever she could.

Not too many years later, she had graduated with honors and received a diploma in service, and thanks to that, she had been able to put her housemaking abilities to use and became the maid to a prestigious family.

Old money, very old money. The kind of old money that was very particular and careful about their hires, and who had carefully picked Kokoro and put her through a battery of tests, which she had passed with flying colors, and then essentially adopted her into the family, not as a member of course, but as close as an outsider could get.

Eventually, she wound up being the primary and personal maid for the young heir to the house. He had many hobbies, and one of them was hiking. Something she had not just learned to enjoy, but even love, as she accompanied him on each and every hike, across Japan's many vistas and panoramas.

It had become a lot harder these days. She had changed a lot with the years. With the diagnosis, and the treatment that followed it. No longer was she tanned, strong and healthy... she used to keep up pace with him, to even outrun him sometimes, she used to be the one carrying things, and doing chores and work.

These days, she felt more like a burden to be carried than the expert servant she used to be.

"Thank you, Young Master," she said as she took her master's hand, letting him help her along the small slope, having to rely on him. She had taken to wearing slightly heavier kimonos than usual, and she had exchanged her frilly headband for a thicker hooded one. To hide the signs.

She even wore heavier makeup to hide the pallor of her face, and she knew soon she would start needing a walking stick.

"Always," the young master spoke.

He had turned out to be quite the fine man indeed. Excelling in all academic aspects, gifted with good looks and a strong yet gentle personality. On some level, she felt responsible, partly, for raising him. Sure, she had only ever been his maid, his servant, but she had watched him grow up.

She let go of his hand and adjusted her apron. She was proud of being a maid, and wore her clothes even outside, it helped her feel like she was still herself, at least a little. The campsite was prepared already, of course, ever since she started being unable to keep up with him, the Young Master had taken to preparing things ahead of time, so that she wouldn't try to.

It annoyed her, irked her a little, but it was also sweet, in a way.

"I see that you've preempted me once again," she said, closing her eyes and letting her lips curl up into a slightly tired smile. "Would you mind if I take a walk? The fresh air is doing wonders for me, but it appears I need to... handle some private matters."

Laughing a little, the young master let tension bleed off of him, visibly. "Certainly, don't go too far, the hidden shrine isn't much farther," the young master spoke, "and I would love to show it to you before the day is through!"

She nodded, grateful, and took a deep breath. "Then I shall return in time for lunch," she spoke, "please do allow me to prepare it for you, this much at least I can do!"

"Of course, you know how much I love your food!"

With a slight bow, she stepped past the camp, with a tent and firepit prepared, where the Young Master was already busying himself with setting down their possessions. She couldn't carry their bags anymore, but, even so, she couldn't help but feel like at least a little bit of her duty would be fulfilled if she could cook for him.

Thus, looking for inspiration, she stepped away, making sure to always keep the path she took in the back of her mind so as to return, though as she took in the sights and enjoyed the forest she had learned to love in her many hikes with her master, not realizing as she walked that the mists were rising and the treetops grew thicker, until she was shrouded...

... several hours later, worry consumed the Young Master.

He didn't know what was going on, but he could tell something wasn't right. Lunchtime had come and gone, and Kokoro was missing still. He had long since started searching for her, but he was having no luck. He started moving faster, tracing a spiral path around the campsite, until something took over him.

A hunch, a gut feeling even, that led him to start walking towards the hidden shrine that was deep in the forest. Something gnawed at him, something that could, but should not be, a sensation that was as foreboding as it was thrilling.

As he approached the forgotten and weathered stone path and stairs that led to the very top of a small hill where it was said Abe no Seimei had sealed a guardian deity, his lips became dry and a combination of worry and fear overwhelmed him.

Every step felt like he wanted to turn back, as if he didn't want to see, as if his body knew that if he were to make it to the top, things would never go back to being the same.

It was as if he had stepped through some sort of barrier, suddenly, everything changed, a gust of wind and a sweet scent heralded the dispersing of the midday mists around the top of the hill, and there she was.

No longer pale. No longer thin. As exuberant, as grand, as he had ever seen her, larger than life, the same yet... very different.

Kokoro was a beautiful woman. He'd had a crush on her since he was a mere boy of thirteen years, when he had first met her, and she had only been an older girl. He remembered begging his parents to take her in, and he remembered her acing every test put in front of her, from skill to loyalty.

He remembered her being with him when nobody else would be, remembered her helping him every step of the way. He remembered her as she had once been, and remembered the ache in his heart watching her deteriorate from the treatment that extended her doomed life.

And yet, it was as if the chemicals and therapy that had destroyed her... had never been applied in the first place.

No, not just that - she had changed even more. She had become an exaggerated parody of the beauty she had once held. Childbearing hips had become almost unimaginably wide, a generous bosom became voluptuous breasts that slipped out of her top, her hair had turned a pale purple color, a pair of fluffy ears poked from the pale tresses, her skin had recovered its healthy tan and became an even richer brown.

It was Kokoro, as if she had just walked out of his wildest fantasy. Kokoro, if she had become a Kurogal Foxgirl.

Whatever had happened had also done a number to her kimono, leaving it closer to what a courtesan would wear, nay, even a courtesan would not have the confidence to wear such a sexy kimono and make it look half that good.

The foxy-Kokoro lookalike stepped forward, the clacking of her wooden sandal causing the young master to gulp.

A trembling step back later, the college student was reminded of the laws of gravity as he stepped into the air, the stairs behind him a sharp and sudden drop, but before he could fall, masses of fluffy fur erupted from behind Kokoro and then speared towards him, nine in total, one wrapping around each wrist, each ankle, a fifth around his waist, a sixth around his neck.

The final three seemed to cover him as he was pulled towards her, covering his eyes with thick fur, he opened his mouth to scream but it was muffled, he saw nothing until the fluffy fox fur unwrapped from around him and suddenly he felt a chill, as wind caressed his inexplicably naked skin.

His clothes had been stripped off of him, and laid in heaps around him. He opened his eyes and looked at Kokoro, at her face, usually so serious and strong, and yet, she bore the lewd smirk of a predator who had just caught her prey.

Her fluffy tails then wrapped around herself as well, and as she opened her mouth, she suddenly yelped as her tails ripped her clothes off of her. The sound was actually surprisingly cute, he didn't even know Kokoro could make such a high pitched, girly noise.

Before he could comment or even dwell on it, however, the tails still wrapped around him pushed him closer, burying his face in Kokoro's breasts. She was already gifted, and with the enhancement, they had become huge and soft like pillows, they were better than the most expensive pillows money could afford.

That was something he'd always dreamed of, and it was even better than his wildest imagination.

"W-wuwuwaa~!" whatever Kokoro was going to say was cut off.

They Young Master felt the most sensitive part of his anatomy suddenly burying itself into what felt like liquid heat, he moaned into her tits and immediately lost his mind. In all of his life, two decades, he had never experienced anything remotely that amazing, he had never had time for relationships, especially because of his crush on the maid.

It was worth saving himself for that moment, it was heaven, nay, heaven paled in comparison to Kokoro's pussy.

"Ahhn, what's- youuu!! This woman- her loyalty was that strong!?" the foxgirl spoke, her voice sounding rougher, her speech infinitely less polite and formal, than Kokoro had ever spoken. It was immediately obvious to the Young Master that it was not his maid speaking. "She regained control..! No matter, I just need to drain the life out of this man and-"

Her entire body seized.

"N-No, what are you doing, stop it-- stop you bitch!!" it seemed like though she didn't control the body, she could still speak just fine. "Gnh, I get it- it's my piled up lust you're taking advantage of, a thousand years locked in a rock does that to a woman," she said, "but I'll just have to satisfy this lust and then you will no longer have an in!"

The Young Master was pulled out of heaven and he let out a soulful moan, mourning the loss of the paradise that was Kokoro's cunt, and even the fox let out a piteous whine as the two bodies were separated.

"H-Hold it, what are you- you perverted beast!"

The Young Master, still a little out of it, was turned around by the tails still wrapped around him. The tails lifted the Young Master higher, turning him and bending him over so that his butt stuck out, and his legs were spread, his hard cock dangling.

"Just you wait..! I'll make you cum in two seconds!" the fox spoke, confidence brimming, "when this infinite lust is satisfied..!"

Getting down on her knees, the maid Kokoro moved her body expertly, and it immediately became apparently obvious that she was acting on deeply held desires. Two young people brought together by circumstance, yet kept apart from each other by the same circumstances.

"Oh you slut you held this much lust for your master..!? This is gonna be easy!"

Popping her breasts out of containment and spreading them apart, while pushing her young master down, Kokoro let her master's cock sink between the valley formed by her gorgeously engorged breasts, and a thundering spike of pleasure coursed through her as the young master cried out in ecstatic joy.

"H-Hold it what's this- that's his butt, you dirty whore!"

Indeed, it was his butt that was the next target. Kokoro didn't serve the Master for money, at least, she hadn't for a while, she had been in love with him for years, and nothing incentivized her more than being with him, serving him... and fantasizing about having sex with him, taking her submission to a whole new level.

So she planted her lips against his butthole, and then began to lick, suck and slurp it, making out with her young master's asshole in a way that was so dirty that nobody would've expected the prim, proper and perfect Kokoro was the one eating ass with such dedication and enthusiasm.

At the same time her hands pressed her breasts even harder together, and she began to stroke the length of his cock with them, while continuing to lick his butthole with all she had. Putting everything she had into it, into servicing her master, to drive him to the absolute edge.

Every fiber of her being pulsed with unbridled joy and her determination was growing stronger with every second.

Feeling him tremble, the fox woman prepared for victory, thinking she was about to satisfy the lusts that kept her from truly gaining control of the woman's body, and then with a triumphant cry that was drowned out by the Young Master's roaring orgasm, and muffled by his twitching and clenching butthole, which seemed to want to hold onto her tongue and never let go.

He came explosively, as if he was trying to impregnate her breasts, his hips thrusting and pumping, his voice coming out in weak, almost girly, moans.

Yet-

Instead of passing, the lust only grew stronger.

The Maid-

"Oh you- you cunt..!!" the Fox hissed, as she realized what was going on. There was no way that would satisfy the maid. It never could. To pleasure her master was the height of her own pleasure, but the only true way for her to be satisfied was to surrender every part of her body to her master, to give him everything she had and then some.

Turning him around and putting him in a sitting position, the maid wrapped her breasts around his cock once again, and the fox's own magic was used to make the Young Master's cock even bigger than it already was so that it could poke out of the huge tits Kokoro sported.

"I- I see!! Kokoro, you're still there! I'll endure too, let's hold out together, until we defeat her!"

"Fine, have it your way...!" the fox growled. "I'll overcome your lust, I'll defeat you, and force you to give in, you'll see!!"

Opening her mouth, Kokoro took the tip of her master's cock in, and continued to use her breasts to stroke him while at the same time sucking and slurping the semen that she squeezed out of him, lubricated by his previous ejaculation.

"I'll endure it all, Kokoro!! So go wild, let's do it together!"

That... would turn out to be a terrible mistake.

Many, many hours later...

The shriveled up Young Master still held onto his sanity by the skin of his teeth. There was cum everywhere, and especially everywhere on the Foxy Kokoro's body except, crucially, her vagina. Only one place had not been creamed, and it was the inside of her pussy.

Stubborn and ancient pride was the only thing that kept the fox spirit's will from snapping, considering the incredibly intense, endless lust and infinite fetishes she had been forced to endure. There was nothing the Maid wouldn't do for her Young Master.

Needless to say...

Kokoro would be making the most of her magically reinvigorated body to do everything she had thought she would never be able to do with the boy she'd been in love with since the first time they met, back when she was only fifteen, only a little older than him, and whom she'd had to endure a proper distance from for so long.

The fox spirit really had no idea just who she was fucking with, to say the least, but she would learn, and she'd definitely learn to love it...