Aniela Yamaga’s sandals quietly clacked under her with each stone they found on the path. The sound was not entirely unlike a hoof, matching quite well with her cervine ears, the cute deer-horns that grew from her forehead, and the bestial brown markings on her face. Her large purple eyes carefully surveyed the area around her from behind large round glasses—keenly searching for any small detail that might hint at some aspect of the world around her may be not quite as it should be.

Being taken off guard, now of all times, could be especially dangerous.

Distant vulpine howls came from deeper within the darkening wood, but the longer the sounds continued the harder it was for Aniela to be certain from which direction came their source. Glancing behind her, she half expected to see the predator having circled behind her… but it was just the path she’d already taken.

As dangerous as Sumiko was, and Aniela had cleaned up enough of the inky creature’s messes to know that she was, it seemed that either she was restraining herself or incapable of such dizzying feats. Considering the inky corruption she left in her wake, this did little to diminish Sumiko’s menace.

Aniela’s steps were slow, and careful, even as those howls filled the air again. Their directionality changed just as dizzyingly before, but they were simply a prelude.

The next moment was far more threatening.

From seemingly no source at all—certainly no clouds—fell rain of deepest-black. Ink. Droplets of slick, dangerous ink fell down towards the shrine maiden.

She might have missed them until it was too late, were it not for her intense sweeping gaze.  Moments before any of it could fall upon her, Aniela reached her hand back and pushed open her parasol. Black stained the pink surface, but her red-and-white clothing remained ink-free, as did her deep brown stockings.

“Yamaga no Shikako…”

Aniela’s head turned to glance in front of herself, parasol still held defensively. Between two shadows stood a white fox with black staining the tips of its large ears, and the lower half of its for legs. The tip of its tail seemed to be eternally dripping, giving a strange sense that it had always been dripping, and always would be. Red markings across its face stood out in stark contrast to the haunting blue light that shone from its eyes.

“Your careless actions have been running afoul of my enjoyments for so long… Does not one as capable as yourself consider thine actions as a willful act of self-destruction? Here, you offer yourself in exchange for the festivities you’ve taken from me…”

The fox howled, and instead of dancing through the grove this time the sound seemed to come from every direction at once.

Aniela’s purple eyes gazed at the fox. There was no mistaking it. Her fur was as perfectly white as paper, or the freshest of fallen snow. The ink that stained and dripped from her body was the very same Aniela had only just finished cleaning from the creature’s victims.

“I have cleansed your corruption rom the maidens you’ve infected, Sumiko.” Aniela stood taller, and flicked her parasol to cast away as much of the ink as she could. “I do not fear you.”

“To be fearless is an admirable trait…” Sumiko fell to a puddle of ink, only to reemerge to the shrine maiden’s left, her eyes seemingly glowing brighter to make up for the way that her form seemed not to have moved at all. “Yet fear itself is not an act of foolishness. Fear protects one every bit as much as talent or practice…” Again Sumiko’s form gave way to a puddle of ink, only to emerge to Aniela’s right. “You would be wise to fear me, Yamaga no Shikako… Lest you desire to howl for me…”

Aniela’s stance fell to a lower crouch as she clutched her parasol that much tighter. Not only had she cleaned up plenty of Sumiko’s past acts of mischief, but Sumiko was not her first confrontation with a mythical beast. The lack of movement of her mouth when she spoke could hint as much at her face being a mask as it could that her presence was merely a ruse, but more than that she noted something relieving.

Legends of Sumiko traced back through long enough that there was no way were she a kitsune that she would not have grown a second tail—possibly a third.

If not a kitsune, then… then what…?

Aniela laughed. “You think much of yourself for a creature who has found herself cornered!”

“Cornered?” Sumiko chuckled, again falling to ink before appearing behind Aniela in the same seeming instantaneous movement. Aniela turned to face her, still grasping tightly at her parasol as though it were talisman and weapon in one. “Thine efforts to encounter my personage have been the most diligent in many an age… You are not the predator here, Miko.” From the puddles where she’d disappeared before, forms of Sumiko arose.

All of them spoke in unison.

“You are the prey.”

Purple eyes widened as a large, fluffy tail flew towards her from in front and behind at once, ink-soaked tips both splashing a small lake of ink towards her.

Aniela collapsed to the ground, parasol held over her to collect as much ink as might find her before she rolled to the side once the two pools of ink met each other. Her parasol was angled perfectly to catch the splashes, but it was also unable to stop the slow flick of the tail that was now behind her from covering her entire back in a thick, black coat.

Ink soaked through her clothing, but it didn’t stop there. It found the powerful ofuda the miko had brought with her, and began to reshape the ink marking them.

A sharp gasp shook from Aniela’s lips as the sealing talismans she’d brought with her now froze her in place. Able to think, but unable to move, Aniela could do nothing as the fox in front of her reached up a paw and removed its mask to revel the face of a beautiful woman with unearthly blue eyes.

“Fear suits you now, my dear shrine maiden… but it would have served you better had you trusted it before…”

Even as she spoke the ink of the ofuda continued to shift, tightening the magical restraints that trapped Aniela. The tightening seemed to squeeze at her body’s curves, making her nipples strain at her chest even as she drew in a sharp, panicked breath.

“Fortunately for you…” The vulpine figure was now entirely that of a voluptuous woman, ink-black lips looking as dangerous as they were welcoming, ink pooling over her heavy breasts. “Mine desires for yon spirit and form are hardly cruel. You will find them most pleasurable… as what remains of your resistance shudders and yields to your new owner.”

“N-no…” Aniela could barely even manage a whisper so trapped was she within the ever-tightening bonds of her own ofuda. She’d never felt their effects before, but she was quite certain that they had never been designed to squeeze at her breasts, at her ass, to make her body feel so supple and vulnerable with every breath she took. “D-don’t… I… I won’t…”

Sumiko chuckled, her blue eyes hooding as her tail proudly swished behind her. “You were outmatched the moment you arrived, Yamaga. Or should I say… Aniela…?” Her tail surged forward, and this time painted black ink across Aniela’s chest.

The cervine miko cried out as she felt the ink seep into her body, feeling impossibly alluring in slick, wet, forbidden ways.

“Thine instruments are little more than toys when facing a font and not a stain… but it is of a certainty you held an awareness of such, or you would surely have prepared them and not a parasol.” Sumiko’s glowing blue eyes hooded, and her tail again splashed ink—this time across one of the miko’s paralyzed legs. Aniela cried out as her leg strained to part from its twin even while being held firmly in place by Sumiko’s corruption of Aniela’s own ofuda. “Did you think your hidden gohei would serve as more than another tool for me to use in painting away your pitiful resistance?”

Aniela whined, her body trembling as Sumiko’s tail brushed over her other leg, soaking every smooth contour in deepest black. Her thighs clenched desperately as the ink seemed to course around all of the most sensitive places on the inner curve of her legs, each place that sent signals for her legs to open wide.

Yet still the ofuda held tight.

If anything, it seemed to squeeze tighter the more that Aniela’s body yearned to surrender and her pussy quivered desperately in ever growing hunger that the shrine maiden did her best to push out of mind.

“Perhaps I should be using that, and not my tail… but at least you did not insult us both by bringing your naginata!” Sumiko deeply laughed before she lowered herself down, and grasped two handfuls of shrine-maiden thigh. “Though perhaps a deep thrust is precisely what you need right now. Doth thine predicament not lead for a deep craving of being…”

Aniela screamed at the sheer tension of her body’s relief at her thighs being pressed open even as the ofuda squeezed around her. She fell onto her back, desperately panting as ink and lust both pooled between her thighs. Her lips trembled, but no words emerged.

It was far too late for fear to save her now, and with her body refusing to obey her commands there was nothing she could do to resist besides to gather her spiritual energy. The only difficulty there was that the fox-woman’s hands massaging slick blackness into her thighs kept breaking her concentration, making the miko mewl and whine as. Sumiko’s expert touches rubbed the ink into the shrine maiden’s thighs not unlike heated massage oil.

“Did you feel relief at noticing my singular tail, Aniela…?” Sumiko leaned her face closer to Aniela’s as her fingers reached higher up her prey’s thighs. “T’would not be the first to fail to see that I have many tails in mine own way… even if my foxen traits may be borrowed rather than gifted…”

“A-ahh… you… you have to stop… you can’t… ah…!” Aniela whimpered as a finger tore open her stockings, and rubbed ink right along her dripping slit. “D-defile… a-ahhh… resist you… I’ll… r-resist youuu…!”

Sumiko chuckled again, the glow of her blue eyes growing more intense as they hooded low. “Surely, a spiritual woman like yourself, a spiritual being like yourself, could appreciate that what I offer is not defilement… it is so much deeper than that. Would you like me to show you… how deep our connection will soon be, my adorable little doe…?”

“N-noooohhhhh…!” Aniela’s voice, even made more pitiful with her ever-surging desire, only fell quieter Sumiko rubbed ink over her clit. “Your… corruption… unnatural… wrong…!”

“Yet, as unnatural as you claim mine presence to be…” Sumiko’s tail reached around her, brushing back and forth across Aniela’s chest. Ink soaked into her breasts, slick and hot, warm and inviting, making the pitiful cries from the shrine maiden’s lips tremble with greater intensity. “Ere long, thine sun shall rise from mine ink, and set deep within a pool of slickest black…”

“Nnnnn…!” Aniela tried to object, but when Sumiko’s tail moved across her face, she needed to close her lips to avoid swallowing a mouthful of ink.

Every moment that Sumiko assaulted her body, fingers pressing ever more insistently, tail swaying across her breasts, the very real feeling of something pouring into her became harder to ignore. Aniela was hardly an empty being without Sumiko’s ink, but somehow, she contained so much room for it, and the more of it that Sumiko thrust between her legs, or dripped over her chest, the more those places seemed to have little room for Aniela herself.

Waves of dizziness felt both like a tide of ink lapped at her consciousness, and as though at any moment the black could surge, and drown Aniela within herself, lost to the desires, to the power, that held her in place and ravished her in ways that no one ever had.

Already the edges of her mind began not to fray, but to dissolve, rivers of ink flowing in to dance amongst her memories, amongst her senses, amongst her self.

Conscious, and breathing, a deeper part of Aniela was drowning in a far more dangerous way.

“Worry not, my pretty miko… You’ll be an excellent vessel…” Sumiko bent down, ink-black lips melting into Aniela’s. Ink already soaking through the miko and her ofuda bent and twisted, forcing her lips to return the affection, and then to part. “Accept mine gifts, Aniela… become Sumiko no Aniela…”

An ink-black tongue found Aniela’s, and a new flood of ink coursed into the miko. Fingers curled between her legs, filling Aniela with fresh ink from both ends at once as the woman helplessly thrashed in her spiritual bondage.

The division of one woman and the other began to decay as the once heady drowning feeling was replaced with a visceral wet possessiveness. A hand squeezed at her breast, and Aniela felt it in her deepest memories and her greatest desires. The physical and the conceptual blurred as Sumiko kneaded, as Sumiko’s fingers explored Aniela’s pussy, and as her tongue painted at Aniela’s sense of self no less expertly than a painter with the finest of brushes.

It was impossible for Aniela to remember the many signs that should have warned her that Sumiko’s last few victims had been too easy to find, and too easy to cleanse. It should have been concerning how clearly they remembered where they had encountered the ink-drenched fox of purest white.

It hadn’t been overconfidence that lead her to being thrust and tongued full of ink so much as duty, but duty dissolved into desire as the ofuda at last released their grasp.

Aniela’s hips were the first things to move, bucking to meet every movement of Sumiko’s fingers as they stained her with ink that made her ever more vulnerable to the vulpine woman’s influence. When the power forcing her lips to move, her tongue to dance in time with Sumiko’s, all gave way? Aniela’s desire took control, and guided her through the same motions where she’d been helplessly compelled before.

Concepts of unnatural and wrong were long forgotten as the shrine maiden reached up to pull Sumiko against her, mashing her body as desperately as she could into the woman who’d claimed her as her own.

Sumiko broke the kiss again, rewarded with a loud, unrestrained moan the moment their lips detached. “My most precious vessel… shall I fill you to overflow with all of my pleasure and presence that I might so desire, Sumiko no Aniela?” Sumiko was incapable of stating the new name she’d chosen for Aniela without each small syllable dripping with the same inky delight as her fingers still moving sensuously between her miko’s legs. “Are you ready to accept all that I have to offer you for as long as I so desire…?”

“Yuh… yuh…” Aniela whimpered. There was some feeling, some soft, distant whine or the tug of a feeble grasp pulling at the back of her mind, but it was too muffled by need for it to have any real purchase. Still, she needed to cast it aside, to truly embrace her yearning to silence it. “Yessss… fill me… overfill… me… pleeeeease… Sumiko-sama…!”

Blue eyes glowed brighter still as they hooded lower.

Black lips met Aniela’s again, staining them just as deeply black as the yokai forced more and more of her essence into the trembling, clenching, undulating shrine maiden as she yielded herself to the overwhelming pleasure. Aniela’s sclera darkened, making her large purple eyes stand out that much more as the white surrounding them turned to black.

The tips of her horns stained black the very same way as the points of Sumiko’s ears. The markings on her face turned from brown to black.  More and more with each moment that the two writhed together, Aniela moaning and clutching at Sumiko for dear life, Aniela was visibly marked as Sumiko’s in unmistakable, inescapable ways. The bangs of her brown hair turned black, and the lighter fur of her cervine ears stained black.

With a loud, soul-deep cry, Aniela felt the last, deepest places she’d not yet allowed Sumiko to claim open as a flood of pleasure escaped between her thighs and ink rushed in to take its place.

Her deepest desires were for Sumiko.

Her most important memories were of Sumiko.

There was nothing with more all-consuming presence than Sumiko-sama, the woman who had conquered her down to her very core. Aniela could do nothing to restrain her cries of pleasure as her entire body shook and clenched, so much pleasure flooding through her and somehow there kept being more ink to fill places where things like self-control and her own inhibitions had rested.

Beneath Aniela, a puddle of ink drew into the cervine shrine maiden who now belonged to an ink yokai who had claimed her deepest, most private places. As it did, yet deeper changes warped through the shrine maiden, twisting her nature in ways that she never would have realized she should have feared.

Her feet shifted, sandals falling way as they became vulpine paws. Her tail, once small and demure, so small it was barely worth mentioning to most, shifted long and fluffy, large like the woman’s who had claimed her. Her ears lifted upon her head, becoming the same fluffy fox ears as Sumiko’s too.

Sumiko stroked lovingly at Aniela’s hair as she cradled her close before she placed a half-fox mask over her new thrall’s face. “Does it not feel so much better now, thine worries and concerns placed with reverie and bliss? I’ll fill you more, and more and more, until in time you’ll carry all of me inside of you, the pleasure of your every act of obedience enough to keep you within an eternity of ecstasy, every moaning in a voice too quiet for anyone but me to hear…”

“Y-yes… Sumiko-sama… ecstasy…” Aniela moaned, her voice so empty as ink dripped from her lips and her thighs clenched. “Your vessel… yours to fill… direct… mmmm I want to please you… to serve you…”

Another deep chuckle rolled through the vulpine woman before she stained Aniela’s forehead with a kiss of her black lips.

“Don’t worry, mine pet. You’ll have not a choice.”