Shortly after the arrival of the Oni came the Kistune of the Bloodleaf clan; the foxes who managed the surprisingly paper thin walls that separate reality from the all consuming void.

“It still shocks me that Azure was dumb enough to attack the Bloodleaf ohohoho~.”

So the goddess mused as she leaned against a railing overlooking the slapdash city below. She also had to admire the speed in which Cheshire’s mafia got things done - though hardly surprising that criminals were used to moving around quickly. A criminal empire which had managed to match up to the yakuza.

In such a small amount of time as well.

Not that she particularly cared about turning down that sort of thing, crime was just a tool that should be used, else it’d be used against you. Plus she knew all about growing quickly. Though the Kitsune were different from either the Oni or Cheshire’s rag-tag group of servants.

They were a well established beast clan who simply didn’t see any point in taking advantage of the lower races and instead focused on their sacred task. A task that was certainly necessary else the entirety of existence was in major trouble. It would be foolish to consider them as an enemy for that reason.

That arrogant dragon attacked the foxes in their home with a surprise attack that ended up partly failing if heavily injuring both sides. In the end Azure could be said to have lost since at least the foxes had other forests to call home due to the nature of their job requiring a lot of travel. Not so much for the dragons.

Either way they wouldn’t have been able to completely wipe out the cunning kitsune who were spread throughout the realms thus Cheshire gained a new ally. No matter how you look at it… Those storm dragons had fucked up majorly.

Their arrogance makes them blind to their other options.

With her eyes being closed (else she may squish the mortals bumbling about below) she could easily fall into imagining the inconceivable amounts of chaos that engulfed those arrogant feathered lizards. A smile danced across her face as those screams in her mind felt so real. Such bedlam oddly made her a little hot and bothered as her hands unconsciously came to rest upon her buxom bosom.

Even the fabric between her & her bare flesh did little to make the softness of her breasts not clear; her fingers sinking into the bountiful offering. Rubbing her thighs together as a certain wid chaos loving smile entered her mind. Black hair that was mid length while looking at her with eyes containing promises of fire.

Undoubtedly feminine yet far more “manly” than any of those arrogant lizards she ran into on her trip to find that mortal girl. Her thighs rubbed together as she felt the need for something. Like a keyhole that only truly answered to a very particular tool but she knew she wouldn’t mind some large battering rams.

“There is more than one way to open a door… Hm? Is this what “heat” feels like; perhaps I should see about visiting one of those brothels to find myself some ice for this burning feeling~?”

Tilting her head curiously at these feelings.

Now her mind went to those large logs between the legs of those cow-kin - her thoughts travelling to having one of those barging into her womanly holes. Strangely the feeling she had was different from when she imagined that face… Not that the young dragon really understood feelings in the first place.

“Guess I’ll just lose my virginity to one of those mortals… Or two… Maybe three teehee~?”

Licking her lips as she noticed quite a few different races wandering below. Hardly surprising since those vixens ended up recruiting a few mortals for small tasks - pretty much their entire royal family came around so there were many mortals & foxes with various numbers of tails. She even spotted a human with unusually long ears which made her tilt her head.

Tapping her chin curiously with one hand while the other absentmindedly circled that massive breast of hers as her thoughts lingered once more on that smile.

Those eyes hidden under such a large hat…

“Sigh I wonder if that’s what his human form would look like?”

Once again she felt a heat growing within her but it reached further than just between her legs; reaching where her chest. Though actually inside it rather than her tips. Spreading throughout her body like some addictive venom that she didn’t feel the need to stomp out.

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“Most unusual~!”

Bellow she even saw something more interesting than her own autonomy (well almost); a mingling between a certain violent oni and a little prince.

“Most curious~!”

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A certain foxy prince wandered through the streets with a sheathed sword clutched to his chest - even with a sheath it was clear that it was obviously no regular blade. It radiated a holy aura that naturally healed those within reach while the hilt… Well it likely cost more than every mortal together could afford.

He also didn’t look like a normal fox on account of currently walking on his hind legs with his opposable paws helping to keep the sword to his chest. Perhaps worst still was his ten tails. All around he wasn’t doing a very good job of remaining sneaky as he looked around the ranshack village that formed.

It shocked him how anyone could be so cruel as to harm these people yet all around he saw the consistent signs of strife for which they had indeed gone through.

The cruelty of his enemies was something he just couldn’t understand.

Even when he heard it first hand.

Memories of that day he drew the sword when those lizards attacked his home were still fresh in his mind and only reignited upon seeing what another bunch had done here. He wasn’t sure why but the words of those who perished in the fight rang in his head. Informing him of things he had no clue about.

With that also came their rage at being compared to mortals or even rage at the mortals for not helping them despite offering no help themselves. It made it obvious it wasn’t just foxes he heard. Whether it be other forest beasts of those that invaded him… They all shared their knowledge & thoughts with him.

Certainly scary to think about however he also knew it was an opportunity to quickly grow in strength which would undoubtedly be needed.

So he once again clutched his sword as conviction found its way through him.

Being so deep in his own thoughts meant that he didn’t notice the larger girl of the same age as himself.

The obvious result of him crashing into her only for one of them (or perhaps both) falling to the floor surprisingly didn’t happen. That powerful girl reached out to put an arm behind the boy's waist to prevent him from falling backwards as his guards rushed out to “protect him”. Even if that was pointless.

His eyes met with the glowing green eyes of the oni who caught him - his heart beat suddenly increasing as he felt some invisible connection between them. From that connection in his heart; a warmth spread throughout his body. A similar feeling went through the violet haired girl as a surprisingly innocent blush appeared on the cheeks of the supposedly perfect killer.

“Erm… Hello?”

A voice that didn’t tremble when back talking to her own father… Suddenly became filled with uncertainty since how was she supposed to react when even her soul trembled upon touching the strange fuzzy boy that she practically hugged. Just that sudden thought caused her face to erupt with heat.

<... But I won’t let go.>

“You’re very pretty…”

One could hear the sound of the kitsune watching over their heroic prince breaking out into faint chuckles at their little heart breaker. Promptly retreating back into cover. Not that it saved them from the angry glare that came from the oni that sent shivers down their backs.

At least until his words registered at which point the “perfect oni” began to tremble like a newborn fawn as it was completely out of her element.

Unable to react she simply threw her hands into the air resulting in the little bipedal fox flying through the air to the screaming of the elite guard who promptly followed after him. Using their spiritual arts to jump from platforms of energy. She breathed so heavily that her unstable energy whirled about to kill the plants around her while making the area hotter.

Those hands that could rip a dragon came up to clutch her cheeks as if she was a little maiden in love.

A certain sickly figure, watching from a nearby alley, tilted her head in curiosity as her envious mind plotted to use this against her sister.