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By FoxFaceStories

A Commission for Chicagiensis

Haru and Yua have achieved their happy secret ending, and are now enjoying their life exploring the exciting and sensual digital secrets of the island of Tropico. But everything changes when two new video gamers, Max and Tom, are zapped into the dating sim, one as a gorgeous kitsune and the other as a handsome competitor for Yua’s affections. The dating game has begun again; what new secret endings will be unlocked?

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Part Six: Fruition

The easter eggs continued to mount. Those little hidden bonuses in the game files that went beyond what even Haru and Yua had access to with their own guide book. Over the next few days, Mika took full advantage of these benefits, taking Haru to areas of the island he’d never been to and asking him to make them “our little secret.” It even included an in-game version of the game they were in - a hidden arcade machine in a game that let one play Finding My Right Beach Girlfriend, which made the man ecstasy and hug her lovely form without a second thought. Hiroshi, on the other hand, was able to reveal to Yua the location of the Rose Ring, the lost jeweled ring belonging to the supposed founder of Ocean Tides, a woman named Fumi. He placed it upon her finger, and then revealed that he’d discovered a way to change it to whatever stone she wanted. It made for quite the romantic scene, just as he’d planned. 

Finally, things came to a head. Haru didn’t know why, but he felt compelled to take Mika to the Hidden Beach, even telling her outright that Yua could become a mermaid thanks to a game easter egg here. He asked the foxgirl to close her eyes, and then he focused and unlocked once more his muscular skin variant. When she opened her eyes again, the kitsune actually gasped. Haru was still short, but the nerdy comic relief archetype was now crazy-muscled, his body now covered in oil and shining beneath the sun, making him look like some kind of short-statured God.

“Do you like it?” he said, beaming. “I know that Yua - ow!”

The crab got him again, and he shot into the air before landing cartoonishly. Mika actually giggled. She thought about how good it would be to take Hiroshi to this place; their study on his yacht was becoming too repetitive. This would be better. But then she reminded herself of her mission.

“You look marvellous. Even more handsome than usual. The p-perfect man, if I may say so. I don’t have anything so amazing as that.”

“You are amazing, Mika. You’re adapting so well, and a kitsune with magic is an incredible thing!”

She looked down submissively, an automatic reflex. “You are too kind. I did find one game easter egg, actually. I don’t think you’ll like it, but it’s an alternate appearance. I don’t wish to be hideous before you.”

Haru took her hand. “Hey, show me.”

At this, she waved a hand, followed by all five tails, and her magic unlocked the variant she had been nervous to try, yet oddly eager at the same time. Bright orange fur bloomed down her skin, turning white upon her. Her feet changed, gaining paws and lifting up a little as her stance altered. Her face pushed a little forward too, gaining a snout, and cute whiskers shot out either side of it. In moments she was a beautiful soft-furred foxgirl, even more vulpine than before, her breasts covered in white fur but topped with pink nipples, for her body was now entirely naked and on display. Haru’s jaw hung very, very low in a comical anime display. He had to literally push it back up. Mika hugged herself, hiding her body a little.

“I know, I look bad.”

“No, you look - you look gorgeous, Mika.”

She posed suggestively but gracefully, like a servant to her master. “I - I could use my magic to make you better too, you know.”

“How?”

Her tail flicked, brushing against him, and Haru grunted as he rose taller, his muscles growing further. His cock literally burst through his swimshorts, leaving him naked as well. His penis was now rock hard and huge, his balls too. For just a moment, Haru took stock of himself, then Mika. 

And then the pair rushed at one another, caressing and squeezing and groping and moaning. Mika’s blood was up, and her body needed fulfilment more than she could have believed. All those masturbatory sessions were nothing like what she felt now, not as Haru fondled her furry breasts and ran his hand along her sensitive tails.

“P-please!” she gasped.

“I will!”

They lowered onto the beach. Mika spread her legs automatically, shocked at what she was doing, but knowing it had to be done. She imagined Hiroshi piercing her, his handsome body all over hers, and it helped, not that she wasn’t immensely aroused already. Haru’s cock pressed against her entrance, and any hesitation she had disappeared as he plunged into her, stretching the walls of her vagina wide and causing every nerve ending in her sensitive tunnel to light up like a Christmas tree. 

“Ohhhh, by the s-spirits! By the shine! Ohhhh, yessss! Don’t stop!”

Haru thrusted into her, kissing her furry neck and letting her lick his shoulders and nip at his ear. He had never felt such a need, and it pained him to know he was betraying Yua. But he couldn’t stop! He rammed into her again and again, gripping her tails at times and causing her to whimper. Finally, it was all too much: Mika cried out as the first climax hit her, and she’d never felt such pleasure in all of her life. Orgasm after orgasm smashed through the kitsune, her tails shaking wildly at the same time. Haru grunted, then roared as he came and came hard within her.

The pair panted, holding one another in the aftermath, both grappling with what they had just done. Neither realised that Yua had just entered the Hidden Beach with the intent of becoming a mermaid again, all to spice up her relationship with Haru again. The woman wanted to scream, wanted to cry. Her eyes filled with tears from her hiding spot. But then her haughty ojou nature rose up within her. 

She marched off, looking for revenge.

It could not have worked out better for Hiroshi if he had actually planned it. Hiroshi was just leaving his yacht when Yua strode forth, gripped the handsome man’s hand, and pulled him along with her.

“Er, not that I’m complaining, but where are we going?”

“To another private beach,” Yua said. “A rather secluded one. Where we can both enjoy a nude swim. Does that sound nice, Hiroshi, or are you simply unworthy of a woman like me?”

He grinned, ready for the moment of fulfilment. “I guess we’ll both just have to see where I rank, then.”

He ranked well. Very well. They swam together for half an hour, ditching their clothing article by article until they were both nude. Yua felt so powerfully compelled to tease and flirt with this handsome man. She kept moving away from him as he approached, but always made sure he could see her magnificent breasts, great flotation devices that they were, and she occasionally slid against him, her hands roaming across his lithe muscles.

“You swim very well,” she purred.

“I’m a man of many talents,” he replied. “I’m also a great jogger. Was in my previous life, too.”

“Mhmm, good for chasing after women who want to be chased?”

He smiled at that. “On occasion.”

Yua breathed deeply. “Then chase me, handsome.”

She giggled and started to swim away, but while her body was many things, athletic it was not. Hiroshi caught her not long after, wrapping his hands around her naked form beneath the afternoon light that spilled beneath the overhanging branches of a tree. Yua’s breath caught. This was all wrong. She was cheating on Haru and she knew it. Normally, nothing would come between her and her delightful little man, but right now, her arousal was off its charts, and it was like her role demanded that she follow this course.

So she did. The busty blonde Japanese beauty kissed Hiroshi, and he in turn kissed her passionately back. They waded to the shallow waters of the bank, and then further up to the even softer grass, and by that point they were all over one another.

Yua’s moans and Hiroshi’s pleasurable grunts followed soon after. The man couldn’t believe how successful he had been, or that he was finally having sex with a gorgeous woman. And yet, as he thrust into Yua and heard her delightful moans, he could only think of Mika . . .

***

The ikemen and the kitsune met up back at the former’s yacht that night. Both were feeling terrible, knowing that they had betrayed their only other friends on Tropico, and even worse, two friends who had been doing a great deal to help them. Neither spoke much as they sat together below deck, though Mika’s tails shifted constantly, mimicking her frustrated state, and she found herself scratching her tall vulpine ears.

“You look very cute when you do that,” Hiroshi said.

The Japanese beauty blushed and folded her arms around her waist. She was back to her more humanoid self, and wearing her red and white kimono, but she couldn’t help but notice that Hiroshi had experienced an upgrade in looks; his hair even more dashing, his clothes finer still.

“P-please don’t,” she said. “I’m not Mika. I’m - I’m the person I can’t say I am. Just like you’re Tom.”

Hiroshi sighed. “I’ve got to be honest, I don’t feel much like Tom lately, especially not after today. The old me wouldn’t have acted like that. Deep down, I’m still the same soul, but I’m . . . changed. I can sit still and think deeply, and I can think more confidently. I see the world differently, you know?”

Mika bit her lip as she looked up at his very handsome visage. Her five tails - they still felt like too many! - shifted a bit from her appreciation of his appearance. “I - I know what you mean,” she said in her gentle way. “I feel so damn womanly. And I wanted to talk to you much sooner, but I felt such a need to perform my shrine duties in the afternoon, even after Haru and I . . . after we were together. I’m so much more feminine and submissive, and . . .”

“Part of you is liking it.”

She gave a nervous, embarrassed nod. “It’s not me.”

“Mika, I know that you’re a total nerd and that you adore Japanese stuff, including dating sims and romance and kitsunes.”

The gorgeous fox spirit woman froze. Her cheeks went almost rouge in colour, and she nearly dropped the tea she was holding. “I - what are you saying?”

“Look, my mind is less erratic now, but I still have my memories as Tom. I’m still him, just . . . also Hiroshi. And I’ve been able to put more clues together lately. You were always embarrassed about being a video game nerd, I know that, but it went deeper, didn’t it? It’s why you want to escape this place so much more than I do-”

“No, it’s because I’m a woman!”

Hiroshi regarded her. “Is it? Or is it that you don’t want to find yourself liking it? Admitting that you feel at home in a world like this instead of putting up a manly front out there in our other world?”

Mika swallowed. His words were so truthful, and she didn’t know how to react to them. She took a sip of her herbal tea and placed it back down in her elegant fashion. “Are we even going to get back to our other world? The guide book lied! It didn’t get us out of here at all! Hiroshi, we might be stuck here . . . together!”

At this, they both exchanged a glance, then looked away from one another, neither speaking about their obvious attraction outloud. Mika played with long hair and started to brush each of her individual tails in the silence that followed.

“We need to come clean,” Hiroshi said. “What we did was wrong.”

Mika nodded. “You’re right. Maybe . . . maybe they’ll understand?”

***

“HOW DARE YOU!? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, YOU CAD! YOU VICIOUS MINX! AND HERE HARU AND I WERE IN TEARS APOLOGISING TO ONE ANOTHER WHEN YOU CONTROLLED US BOTH!!!”

They were in Yua’s expansive mansion, and they were eating a great deal of crow indeed as the ample-chested blonde screamed at them in the parlour. Haru was beside her, looking a little cowed by her rage as well, but still holding her hand supportively.

“We - we didn’t mind control you,” Mika said, her voice barely a whisper. “But . . . the charisma mod did make you more suggestive. It altered your mental changes to push you towards us. I am so very sorry. We thought it would free us from this place.”
She bowed low, falling to her knees in an act of prostration.

“Oh, you better bow lower!” Yua snapped. “So I can grind you both beneath my frankly fabulous heels!”

“Honey,” Haru said, stepping forward and waving his arms erratically. “You don’t need to get that far, do you?”

“They seduced us both, Haru!” she cried. “She dosed you up with muscles and made herself a damn naked furry! It broke my heart, Haru! And then I ran like a fool to Hiroshi and fell into his clutches, too!”

Tears formed in her eyes. After a year of perfect paradise, Yua had never felt so vulnerable, nor so fearful that she might lose the man she loved. But instead he went up on his toes and kissed her gently, placing his hand upon hers. “Yua, we both made mistakes too. We should have resisted, and we should have worked harder for them. We thought they would want to stay like we did. They got desperate."

Yua groaned. “You are far too kind, Haru. Far too much, just like Jin!”

“He is too kind,” Hiroshi said, stepping forward and taking Mika’s hand in his, paralleling the other pair. Mika was surprised, but did not resist his touch. “We manipulated you. It wasn’t like either of us. We were desperate and stupid. This book, the DLC guide, is what we used. As you can see, it’s the only escape for us. I’m sorry; we never should have done it, but we did it for a reason, however wrong it was.”

Haru and Yua took the book. The former opened it, turning to the dog-eared page.

“Oh, I see,” he said. “You missed the asterisk note on the suggested romance paths. Look, in our copy . . .”

He got out their own player guide book and opened it, indicating a particular passage. Mika and Hiroshi leaned forwards to read it.

‘An important note for players: one cannot escape the game by romancing an already taken character who is in a committed relationship. It must be achieved through a non-committed character. This rule applies to all expansions.”

The pair groaned. Mika bowed again, lowering down to her knees once more. Hiroshi actually followed her, breaking his own dashing charm.

“We are truly ashamed,” he said. “What can we do to make it up to you?”

Yua was about to say something cruel, but Haru shook his head, and for once she followed his suggestion. “You can . . . be better. We had our own stupid little betrayals a year ago, I guess. And make sure to deliver lots of gorgeous clothing to me, Hiroshi, without stepping into my mansion. Oh, and the Hidden Beach is mine and Haru’s. And his muscly form is for my eyes only, got it Mika?”

Mika’s tails shook in agreement. “Yes, Yua-san.”

“I suppose I can accept that, then.”

Haru suddenly jumped on the spot, literally lighting up in an unnatural manner as his glasses zipped into the air and landed back on his head. “I have it!” he declared happily. “There is indeed an alternate ending where you can escape, or an alternate ending where you can stay in comfort.”

He showed the pages to Yua, and the haughty blonde smirked. “Oh yes, that’s very amusing. Go on, show them, my gorgeous little man.”

Haru passed the book to Hiroshi and pointed at several passages while Mika held onto the latter and looked over his shoulder, like an over-eager girlfriend. 

“It says here,” Hiroshi said, brushing his handsome white hair across his brow, “that we can technically escape if we romance another player character who is single.”

“But there isn’t one?” Mika replied.

“There will be one day, though. Like we came after they did. We’d just have to wait.”

“What’s the other ending?” Mika asked. Her heart was pounding. She couldn’t hide her inner eagerness to know.

Hiroshi gave her a slick smile, his hand touching hers as he passed the book for her to see. Sure enough, it depicted the pair of them together; the same picture they had seen before, only with additional information, which Mika then read.

“While Mika and Hiroshi are intended foremost to be new love interests for the player character Jin or alternate player character Mei, the DLC expansion also includes a secret ending where both can end up together. Doing so provides them with a lifetime of fun, pleasure, and adventures on both the island and in the spirit world for the rest of their days.”

Her breath caught as she inspected the images below. One showed a traditional wedding of the two beneath a Tori gate. Another showed the pair walking through the land of the spirits, she in her fully furry foxgirl form, and him appearing like a deeply seductive oni, complete with horns and blue skin to match his variant demon form. There were numerous extra outfits, including a sexy version of her shrine maiden outfit and an upgradeable personal shrine area where the two looked like they could enjoy a very steamy onsen spa together.

“Oh . . . by the spirits.”

“That doesn’t look too bad, does it?” Hiroshi said.

The two stared at this potential future for what felt like entire minutes, forgetting that Yua and Haru were standing before them. Eventually, the blonde coughed loudly to get their attention, then placed her hands on her broad womanly hips, her massive breasts straining against her dress as she thrust her chest out.

“I think it’s high time you two had your own little gathering and made a decision,” she said. “Wouldn’t you agree, Haru?”

She gave her lover a wink, and Haru winked right back, knowing exactly what Yua was hinting at.

“We know a great place that does home orders,” he suggested. “I’m sure they’ll even deliver to your shrine temple, Mika!”

***

It was a simple ramen dish, and yet it tasted unbelievably good, as if every ingredient had been done just right, and in perfect portions too. Mika had set the stage in the middle of her shrine temple, which was rather spartan in its decorations, with lamp lights hanging on the walls, the sculpture of the kitsune legend behind them, and the walls adorned with various wood cuts and traditional kaiga paintings done by Mika herself displaying various Japanese legends. The room was warm thanks to the fireplace that Hiroshi had lit for the two of them, and Mika had served out the tea in her elegant, traditional manner. Her tails swayed nervously as they both ate, neither one knowing quite what to say. The tension in the air could have been severed with barely an ounce of pressure from a butter knife. The fact that Mika had worn a more elegant shrine maiden kimono that cut short at her thighs only added to the uncertainty between them, and the same for Hiroshi wearing a smart blue top with the upper buttons undone, exposing an impressive amount of his lovely male chest. He’d even done up his hair, which looked more brooding and anime-like than ever. His gaze roamed over her kitsune form, and when she dared to look up from her ramen and tea, she couldn’t stop appreciating his charismatic presence, his handsome looks, his debonair style.

“So,” Hiroshi finally said. “We can wait and escape, or . . .”

Mika’s tails swayed gently, and damn Righty moved around to caress Hiroshi’s leg, acting on a hidden desire she wasn’t intending to share. Lefty, meanwhile, curled at the end, igniting another little dash of magic. The lamps dimmed a little, and the fire in the fireplace grew, imbuing their surroundings with a greater romantic ambience.

“Or what?” Mika said, brushing her cheeks and curling her fifth tail around her own waist in order to comfort herself. “What are you suggesting, Hiroshi?”

The other man lowered his drink and set aside his dinner. The fact that they had also both imbibed a little sake helped him say what he needed to say; the only thing that could make even his newfound confidence waver.

“I’m suggesting we could . . . be together.”

Mika’s eyes widened. She fidgeted her hands together, even as her tails fanned around to hide herself further. Except for Righty; that remained upon Hiroshi’s thigh, brushing it suggestively.

“Why would you say something like that? You know who I am. I’m not a kitsune woman. I’m not a real shrine maiden. I’m . . . your friend. I’m meant to be a man.”

“Maybe in that other world, but this world is a new start. It was for Yua and Haru, and not even our sabotage could break them apart. They were once just like us. Hell, Yua was a total videogame nerd, a bit like you.”

“She said she was overweight and a total weaboo,” she murmured. “You know, one of those anime freaks. I was - I’m meant to be - a guy with muscles. A guy who sleeps with women. You were the more, well, submissive one. I guided you. I was your wingman. Now I’m this submissive, refined kitsune.”

“And do you hate it?”

She hesitated. She didn’t know how to answer that. Her hands fidgeted, her tails too, and even her fox ears twitched as she tried to work out an answer. “I - I did hate it. I tried to. I’m not used to being tall, and being a woman. Having - having breasts and . . . a space between my thighs. Or wearing dresses, or kimonos, or that - that bikini. There’s so much I have to put up with, and I was so angry at first . . .”

“But?” Hiroshi suggested.

The gorgeous woman bit her lower lip and smiled, just a little. “But . . . I guess it hasn’t been all that bad. Giving a bit of luck magic to the locals, and tending to this shrine, and also . . . it has been a very different experience. My mind has changed, and I feel so much more feminine now that it’s hard to imagine being a man again. I see myself in the mirror, and sometimes it’s just me now. Mika. And when I was having sex with Haru, I didn’t just put up with it, I actually - by the spirits, this is embarrassing - I liked it. Only I wasn’t thinking of Haru when I was with him.”

At this, she fell silent. Hiroshi took her hand, and brushed one of her tails with the other to comfort her. “I wasn’t thinking of Yua either, you know.”

Mika looked up and searched his eyes. Despite her flailing male pride, she found herself feeling a spark of hope within her breast. “You - you weren’t?”

Slowly, Hiroshi shook his head, his eyes never leaving hers. “Mika, I know I’m not the same person I once was. But I want you to know that I’m still him, just a new version of him. I still want to explore so much of this crazy new world. I still love to learn and discover new things. I’m just a bit more charismatic and manly now, a bit more cool, I guess you could say. Your lessons worked. It just took a magic anime dating sim to really let them sink in. And I’ve got to tell you, Mika, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

He held up a hand as she went to speak.

“Please, let me finish. I may not look like it, but I’m feeling nervous myself right now. I know this is a huge step for us both, but I meant what I said before I went into the game: I’d take a chance on dating a beautiful kitsune. And you really are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. If you can find it in yourself to let go of all that damn male pride and stop fooling yourself, maybe you’d see this could be the best thing to ever happen to you. To us. When I was with Yua, I could only think of you, Mika. And if you’ll let me be daring, I think you were thinking of me.”

He leaned forwards, his lips hovering close to hers. Mika felt as if she were on the very edge of a mighty cliff-face, with uncertain waters churning below. Part of her wanted to run back to safety, but a larger part of her was desperate to dive in and taste the promising pleasures of the deep. Her tails flicked back and forth slowly, caressing her own legs and Hiroshi’s as well. Her ears twitched as she caught every labored breath from her friend. She had never seen him so intense before, though she recognised the look. Normally it arose with his latest obsession of the week, but now . . . now she was the obsession, and the sheer power of his animalistic desire told her that this was no short-term interest. His lust for her mingled with something tender, and he moved his hand to brush her soft cheek, an act that left her shivering.

“I was thinking of you,” she said. “I was thinking of you inside of me, Hiroshi. It’s so embarrassing.”

“It’s only embarrassing if you choose to keep being embarrassed of what makes you who you are, Mika. You can admit that you like this world, all its anime tropes and gaming quirks and . . . and the magnificent body you’ve been blessed with.”

Again, she swallowed. A tail looped around and tugged at her kimono, pulling apart the sides to reveal her lovely large breasts, which rose and fell slowly yet implacably with each aroused breath. 

“I’m afraid,” she said.

“We don’t have to go any further. I just want you to know how I feel.”

“I’m afraid that I’m in love with you, Hiroshi.”

The man was only briefly taken aback, and then he brushed his hand through her long, silky black hair and smiled. His breath was hot upon her cheek, and it was making her nipples throb and her pussy grow wet with need.

“I’m in love with you, Mika. But I’m not afraid of it. For once in my life I’m not afraid of it at all.”

“It’s just . . . I don’t know how to start. If I can start.”

He took her hands and squeezed them gently, desiring her completely. “Then let me return the favour from all those times you were my wingman. I’ll be yours now, okay? Just follow my lead.”

He kissed her, slowly and lovingly, tender at first and then with a greater passion. Mika surprised herself: as soon as Hiroshi’s lips were upon hers, all hesitation was gone. She dived right in, and the pleasure followed shortly after. Hiroshi’s fingers pushed her kimono down her shoulders, exposing her lovely olive-skinned flesh. Her left ear flickered in response, an amusing sign of arousal that made Hiroshi chuckle, then lower his lips to her neck and suck upon it.

“Ahh . . . mhmm . . . don’t s-stop. Please!”

“I won’t. I want you, Mika. Not just tonight, either. I want you to be mine, just like I want to be yours. Do you want that?”

He withdrew, allowing her to see his eyes. Despite his dashing and sometimes brooding appearance, she could see that her friend was utterly genuine. This was the Tom she remembered, now Hiroshi: genuine and sweet, but now with a virility, passion, and determination that made her positively melt in his embrace. How had she fought this for so long? Why had she even tried?

She unbuttoned his shirt, then crept her fingers along his muscles, feeling each one, marvelling at his supple and athletic body. He pulled her against him, kissing her with greater aggression, his hands roaming down her back, tugging her kimono over her body and leaving her breasts bare against him. The sensation of his hard skin against her nipples made her give a sharp intake of breath. She had chosen this course now; to be his kitsune girlfriend, and she knew with that pulse of pleasure that there was no stopping herself now. Her body yearned for her handsome ikemen boyfriend, and more than that, any need to try and prove her vestigial manliness had evaporated. 

“I want to b-be submissive to you,” she cooed, and she meant every word.

Hiroshi helped her lower the rest of her kimono off of her form, so that it draped upon the floor, her tails sliding up out of it. He looked at her perfect figure and caressed one of her breasts, eliciting a little whimper from her. “Then I’ll take the lead, Mika.”

He took her hand, and she indicated where her private quarters were, candlelit and with a comfortable tatami roll upon the ground. Hiroshi kissed her, cupping her breasts from behind and pressing her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. It made her gasp, her many tails shifting about and stirring his manhood further. He was as hard as iron, but his large cock was also throbbing with need. He briefly considered taking her from behind, mounting her like foxes mating, but he was in love with his friend, and wanted to see all of her, and so he lowered her gently down upon her back, parting her legs gently and then positioning himself over her. He cradled her face with one hand, his white hair framing her as it hung from his forehead.

“You are mine,” he said. “And I promise, I will always be yours, Mika. I’ll show you.”

With that, he lowered his head down to suck upon her right nipple. Mika gasped, her body utterly open to this man, pure putty in his hands. She scratched his back lightly, then lowered a hand down to stroke his cock, rubbing his shaft and finding herself all the more aroused as she began jerking him off, softly at first and then with greater vigour.

“Not so fast,” Hiroshi said, removing her hand. “Or else you’ll spoil the fun. Now, shake those tails for me. This may feel interesting for you.”

“I’ve h-had sex with Haru. He was inside me.”

But Hiroshi was submerged in his confident and cool self. He simply shook his head.

“Not like this.”

His words couldn’t have been any truer, because when he entered her, he did so with such softness and care that he drew the moment out like an artform. Clearly, Haru and Yua had their own style of lovemaking, but for Mika, this was like blazing a new trail. She widened her legs further, then wrapped them around her lover in desperation as he slid ever further into her, slowly pushing in until he finally reached his zenith, and only then did she realise that she’d been holding her breath.

“Good?” he asked her.

She nodded, breathless. “G-good! I can’t b-breathe! Please, keep going!”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Slowly, he withdrew, and the actual act of sex began, the rhythmic pumping that felt less like fucking and more like a careful dance, or the beating of a single heart - one pulse, then the other. One thrust, and her own gasping pleasure at receiving him. And he was indeed pumping into her, again and again, slowly gaining speed but making sure to slow down at times to keep her throbbing clitoris delighted by his unexpected movements. Mika had never felt this way. Her eyes continued to roll into the back of her head as so many nerves were stimulated, but then she writhed and shivered with pleasurable bursts as he felt her prominent breasts and cupped them together. He sucked on her nipples, arching his back to do so, and this only made the woman all the more libidinous. Soon she was also shifting her hips, moving in perfect response to his thrusts, and Mika realised that she too was indulging in an artform. This was her. She was a gorgeous shrine maiden, all elegance and grace but also submission to a higher power. Right now, that higher power was Hiroshi. Once, he had been the man she guided, now he guided her, and in turn she guided him to his own pleasure. It was the perfect loop of ecstasy, of love, a conversation told in its purest form. She felt his muscles. She kissed his neck. She slid her tongue into his mouth while he did the same to hers, and together they moaned, approaching the coming zenith. At the last second, Hiroshi rolled onto his back, lifting her with ease so that she was now on top of him, her lovely silky soft thighs straddling his. She moved in perfect unison, now rocking upon his lap and taking in his entire length. She could never have imagined that being penetrated would be so good, but it was more than that; it was transcendent. All shame over her current state, all embarrassment of her true desires and nature faded away in this perfect moment. She moaned again as Hiroshi squeezed her breasts, and in response she leaned forward, pressing them against his face so that he could suck on her nipples.

“Y-yesss!” she cried. “I’m - I’m close! I’m s-so close, Hiroshi!”

“Hold on for as long as you can,” he told her. “Something tells me those lucky tails are going to make us cum together.”

Indeed, she could feel the magic building. Now on top of him, her tails were less confined. They swayed and shifted as if they had minds of their own, but they reflected her passion and bliss, wagging happily and even lowering themselves to caress his hips and legs. When he kissed her again, her breasts sliding against his chest, he rubbed her left fox ear with his hand, and the sensation of it drove her utterly crazy.

“I’m y-yours! Your sh-shrine maiden! Make me yours, Hiroshi! I n-never want to leave if I get to s-stay like this for y-you!”

“And I’m never leaving you, nor do I want to, my perfect kitsune.”

She rocked upon his lap, his enormous dick going in and out of her wet tunnel, and finally it all proved too much. The magic in her kitsune body practically exploded inside of her, finally allowing the two of them to climax at exactly the same moment. It was a thunderous experience for Mika. She literally lost her voice; no great squeal or cry of delight, but instead an expression of pure delirium and ecstasy as her breath was once more taken from her. Hiroshi, for his part, came far bigger and harder than he’d ever done before. Torrent after torrent of his seed flooded into his lover, and he held her in a passionate kiss, letting her tails envelope them both as they rocked to the side, clinging on to one another and bathing in their shared connection. It was more than simply a climax. It was an epiphany.

Neither wanted to ever leave this place.

Nor did they want to leave one another.

***

It was the next day, and after another round of sex - this time finally mounting Mika from behind while her tails caressed his form - the pair had finally emerged from the shrine temple. It felt like the beginning of a new world for the two of them: Hiroshi as the cool and stylish man who always knew how to present himself, and Mika as the graceful and attentive kitsune beauty, proud of her changed form and no longer willing to close off the part of herself that adored the kind of reality she now lived in. Her tails shifted behind her with each step as she walked through the town square, greeting Akemi and Suki and Rin, as well as Mr Akishi and Captain Hatsumoru. They bowed and pressed their hands together, greeting her and Hiroshi happily, though a few like Rin had a clearly jealous look upon their faces.

“How do you feel?” Hiroshi asked, holding her arm as they walked together to the beach.

“I feel . . . like everything is a possibility now,” Mika answered in her elegant tone. “Like we have so many secrets to find and dating options for the two of us to explore. New costumes and bodies, a spirit world to adventure through, and hijinks ahead. All the whacky, funny, and sexy anime and dating sim tropes that I - that I always loved.”

Hiroshi kissed her tenderly on her right temple, then patted a tail which proceeded to flick about happily.

“I have a feeling we both chose well,” the man said, as they walked towards the beach, ready to see their friends and tell them the good news.

For their part, the now reunited Haru and Yua were already on the beach, watching the pair approach their position. Yua was dressed in a pink bikini that was devastatingly revealing, her bountiful bosom spilling over the cups as she rested her breasts upon her lover’s head. He was beet red with awareness and loving every moment of it.

“It seems things worked out,” Yua noted. “I shouldn’t underestimate you, my wonderful little man. You were right to encourage them and give them another chance. They do look very loving and cute together, don’t they?”

Haru placed his hand around his lover’s hip and pinched her peachy rear flirtatiously, which got a smile from her.

“What can I say? Sometimes the comic relief is the one with his head screwed on! Besides, it’s nice to have people from our original world around. Especially these two.”

“Indeed, my love. I wonder, will they be the last?”

At this, Haru smirked. “Who knows? Mika and Hiroshi are certainly good enough, I suspect there might be a few more game expansions to come . . .”

He turned out to be right. A year later, another ‘DLC’ arrived, shaking things up again!

The End