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Anime vs Disney Yuri: The Mates of the Fox Girls.	By : Menydragon5 Category: -Misc Anime > Crossovers Views: 2134 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ursula sat cross-legged on her cabin roof, the rough bark of the logs beneath her as the early morning sun kissed her peachy skin. She hummed to herself as she meticulously shaded the feathers of the bird she was sketching, the sound of her pencil gliding over the page a gentle melody in the quiet of the forest.

"Hmm... I can almost feel its heartbeat through the paper," she murmured to herself, lost in the tranquil solitude.

The fox girl, hidden in the shadows of a nearby bush, chuckled quietly. She knew the effect her potion would have on the young artist. The anticipation made her pulse race as she watched the girl's unknowing expression, her gray eyes gleaming with mischief. The fox girl took a deep breath, savoring the scent of the potion she'd crafted herself, a blend of rare herbs and a dash of her own essence. The time had come to play her little game.

With a flick of her wrist, she sent a tendril of the enchanted smoke spiraling towards Ursula. It danced in the air like a serpent before curling around her nose. The young woman's eyes widened for a moment before her body stiffened like a marionette whose strings had been pulled tight. The fox girl couldn't help but smile as she watched the transformation unfold.

Ursula's eyes rolled back into her head, and she tipped over the edge of the roof. Panic set in as she felt gravity take hold, but it was immediately replaced by a strange, weightless sensation. Her body spun in a wild, cartoonish tornado, the wind rushing past her ears and the world around her becoming a blur of colors and shapes. She felt an odd mix of terror and exhilaration, her heart pounding against her ribcage like a drum.

The fox girl leaned forward, her hand still outstretched, her smile widening as she whispered the incantation that kept the spell in motion. The sight was tantalizing, and the fox girl felt a warmth spread through her own body, her heart fluttering at the thought of what was to come.

The whirlwind of a girl bounced off the cabin wall, leaving a small indentation, and ricocheted into the sturdy trunk of a nearby oak. The fox girl giggled at the sight, her tail swishing back and forth with excitement. The game was just beginning, and she had so much more planned for the unsuspecting artist.

But as the tornado continued to spin and bounce, something unexpected happened. The potion's effects grew stronger, and Ursula began to feel a new sensation, a strange heat building between her legs. Her body responded to the unseen force in a way that was both foreign and all-consuming. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes tightly shut as she tried to understand the sudden surge of pleasure that washed over her like a warm, velvety wave.

The fox girl's eyes lit up with delight as she sensed the girl's arousal. This was going to be more fun than she had ever imagined. She leaned back, watching the spectacle she had created, her hand absentmindedly wandering to the swell of her own chest, her nipples peaking beneath her red tank top. She could feel her own desire rising as she observed the young woman's uninhibited reaction to the magic.

The potion was doing more than just controlling the girl's body; it was awakening something deep within her, something primal and untouched. Ursula's mind swam with sensations she had never felt before, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Her chest heaved, the fabric of her shirt stretching tightly over her swelling breasts, the cool breeze teasing her erect nipples.

The fox girl watched, transfixed, as the tornado grew smaller, tighter, until finally, with a pop, it dissipated, leaving a dizzy and disoriented Ursula lying in a patch of soft moss. She rolled onto her back, panting, her legs splayed open slightly. Her eyes remained closed, but the smile on her face was unmistakable.

"Well, well, well," the fox girl purred, emerging from the shadows, her tail swishing behind her with a seductive sway. "Looks like someone's been a good little bunny and taken her medicine."

Ursula's eyes fluttered open, and she sat up, her new, voluminous chest threatening to spill out of her shirt. She looked down at her body with astonishment, her hands flying to cover her now substantial cleavage.

"What the...?" she gasped, her voice a breathy whisper. "What happened to me?"

The fox girl stepped closer, her eyes glinting with amusement. "I've given you a little... makeover, my dear," she said, her voice like honeyed whispers. "You're not in the mood for painting today. You're in the mood for something else entirely."

Ursula felt an overwhelming urge to touch the soft brown fur of her new ears, the tip of her tail brushing against the back of her thigh sending a delicious shiver through her body.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice thick with confusion.

The fox girl leaned down, her full red lips a mere inch from Ursula's ear. "You're craving the touch of another woman, darling," she whispered, her hot breath tickling the sensitive skin. "You want to breed with them, feel them beneath you, screaming with pleasure."

Ursula's eyes widened, and she felt a flush creep up her neck. She didn't understand, but she couldn't deny the sudden, intense desire that had taken root in her core. The scent of a young woman in the distance grew stronger, and she found herself on her feet, drawn toward the forest like a moth to a flame.

"But..." she started, but the fox girl merely chuckled and waved her hand dismissively.

"You'll figure it out," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Now, go on. Don't keep your new instincts waiting."

The gray fox girl watched with a knowing smile as Ursula stumbled away, the unfamiliar weight of her new breasts and the swish of her tail with every step sending jolts of lust through her. The scent grew stronger, and she felt her body responding in ways she had never experienced before.

"Remember," the fox girl called after her, "you're not looking for a man. You're looking for a woman to share your newfound desires with."

Ursula didn't look back, she simply nodded, her eyes glazed with need. The forest beckoned, and she knew she had to follow the trail of scent that was driving her wild. The confusion was still there, but it was overpowered by the animalistic lust that now consumed her.

The fox girl leaned against the cabin, her arms crossed over her ample chest. She watched the young artist-turned-predator disappear into the foliage with a satisfied smirk. She had done it again, turned another innocent girl into a creature of the night, yearning for the warmth of female flesh. The thrill of the hunt was just beginning, and she couldn't wait to see what chaos her little creation would cause.

The forest floor was cool beneath her bare feet, and the soft crunch of leaves and twigs only added to the symphony of sensations that now played across her body. Her skin was hypersensitive, every breeze and sunbeam a caress that made her quiver. The scent grew stronger, and with it, so did her hunger.

"Who are you?" she murmured, the words a prayer to the trees as she stumbled deeper into the woods. The only reply was the distant echo of her voice and the rustle of branches above her.

Grace, meanwhile, was several miles away, her heart racing as she blew the smoke from her shotgun. The acrid scent of gunpowder mixed with the sweetness of the morning dew, creating a peculiar perfume that clung to her like a second skin. She had no idea that her fate was about to collide with the bewitched artist's.

"Damn it, Henry," she muttered, checking to ensure the coast was clear. She had thought the fool had learned his lesson after the last raid, but apparently not. The Martins and the Coys had been feuding for generations, and it seemed that even in death, they couldn't leave each other alone.

Her eyes narrowed as she heard the distant sound of footsteps, a heavy, awkward gait that didn't match the graceful stride of a seasoned woodsman. It was a sound that spoke of desperation, of someone unaccustomed to the forest's embrace. Grace's instincts sharpened, and she raised the shotgun, ready to protect herself from whatever danger approached.

"You're not from around here, are ya?" she called out, her voice a siren's song in the quiet woods. "You'd best show yourself before I decide you're trouble."

The footsteps grew closer, and then, through a break in the trees, she saw a flash of red, a hint of amaranth. It was a woman, but not one she recognized from either her clan or the Coys'. There was something... off about her, something that made the hair on the back of Grace's neck stand on end.

"Who goes there?" she demanded, her finger tightening on the trigger.

Ursula stepped into the clearing, her eyes a swirl of confusion and need. "My name is Ursula," she panted, her breasts heaving with each breath. "I'm... I'm looking for someone."

Grace studied her, taking in the way she moved, the hunger in her eyes. "You ain't from the Coys, that's for sure," she said, lowering the gun slightly. "What brings you out here, missy?"

The fox girl's words played in Ursula's mind, a siren's call that she couldn't ignore. "I... I need... I need..." she stumbled, her thoughts a tangled mess of desire and instinct.

Grace took a step closer, curiosity piqued. "You need what?"

"I need..." Ursula's voice was a whisper, her eyes locked on the other woman's chest. "I need... a woman."

Grace's eyes narrowed, the gun rising once more. "You're barking up the wrong tree, sweetheart. I may not be a man, but I ain't the type to get frisky with a girl," she said firmly.

"But... but you don't understand," Ursula pleaded, taking a tentative step closer. "It's different. I can feel it. I need you."

Grace stepped back, her finger hovering over the trigger. "Looney talk, that's what it is. Now get on with you before I decide to show you what this shotgun's for."

Ursula's eyes flashed with something fierce, something wild. "You don't understand," she repeated, her voice stronger now. "I need to claim you, to breed you."

Grace's eyes went wide, and she barked out a disbelieving laugh. "Breed me? Women don't breed with women, you daft bitch," she spat.

The fox girl's potion surged through Ursula's veins, the desire in her voice growing more intense. "You're wrong," she growled, her body trembling with need. "I need to fill you up, make you mine."

The tension in the air was palpable, a silent battle raging between the two of them. Grace's grip tightened on the shotgun, her heart racing. She didn't know what kind of game this strange girl was playing, but she wasn't going to be anyone's pawn.

"Back off," she warned, her voice low and dangerous. "Or I'll blow a hole in you big enough to see daylight through."

But as she went to pull the trigger, she realized with a sinking feeling that she was out of bullets. The last raid had been more costly than she'd thought. The gun clicked uselessly in her hand, and she swore under her breath.

Ursula took advantage of the moment, closing the gap between them with surprising speed. She grabbed the shotgun, her eyes dark with desire, her teeth bared in a snarl. "You're mine," she said, her voice a feral growl.

Grace struggled, but the strength in Ursula's grasp was unlike anything she had ever felt. The brown-haired girl was stronger, fueled by the potion that had turned her into a creature of pure desire. Grace's mind raced, trying to find a way out of this predicament.

"Get your hands off me!" she shouted, but it was too late. Ursula had already yanked the shotgun from her grasp and thrown it aside. The two women stumbled backward, their bodies entwined in a dance of passion and resistance.

Ursula's hands slid down Grace's arms, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Her touch was firm, insistent, as if she was trying to claim every inch of the other woman's skin. Grace felt a strange thrill run through her, a spark of something she had never felt before.

"You're so beautiful," Ursula murmured, her breath hot against Grace's neck. "I need to taste you, to feel you."

Grace's mind was a whirlwind, a tornado of thoughts and sensations. She didn't know how to process what was happening, didn't know if she could trust this woman or if she even wanted to. But as Ursula's hands slid up her body, cupping her breasts, she found herself gasping, her body betraying her with a shiver of pleasure.

The fox girl watched from the shadows, her heart racing with excitement. She had done well. The potion was working better than she had ever imagined. The scent of arousal hung heavy in the air, and she could see the struggle in Grace's eyes, the fight between fear and desire.

"Fight it," she murmured to herself, her hand sliding down her own body to toy with the fur of her tail. "Fight it until you can't anymore."

The battle continued, Grace's hands pushing against Ursula's chest while her body arched into the touch, her nipples pebbling beneath the fabric of her shirt. The fox girl's words echoed in her mind, a siren's call that grew louder with every beat of her heart.

"I don't want this," Grace murmured, her voice thick with need. But her body told a different story, her hips pushing back against the pressure of Ursula's thigh, her breath hitching as the other woman's thumb brushed her nipple.

"Liar," Ursula whispered, her teeth grazing the soft skin of Grace's neck. "Your body knows what it wants. You want me to claim you, to make you mine."

Their eyes met, and for a moment, it seemed as if the world stopped spinning. Grace could see the hunger in Ursula's gaze, the raw, animalistic need that mirrored the ache within her own core. And despite herself, she felt something give way, a dam bursting open to flood her with want.

"Kiss me," Grace breathed, the words torn from her mouth.

Ursula didn't need to be told twice. She crushed her lips to Grace's, the kiss fierce and demanding. It was as if she were trying to devour her, to consume her whole. Grace's arms wrapped around the other woman's neck, her legs trembling as she felt herself being lifted off the ground.

The kiss lasted for an eternity, their tongues dueling, their breath mingling in a dance of passion. The taste of the fox girl's potion was still on Ursula's lips, a heady blend of desire and magic that made Grace's head spin.

But just as the kiss grew deeper, as if it would swallow them both whole, Grace found the strength to pull away. "No," she panted, her eyes wild. "I can't."

Ursula's eyes were dark with lust, her own need mirroring the hunger in Grace's gaze. "You will," she growled, her hands sliding down to cup the other woman's ass, lifting her effortlessly. "You're mine."

With a strength fueled by panic and desire, Grace shoved Ursula back and took off running. The forest swallowed her up, the leaves and branches slapping against her skin as she sprinted away from the clearing. Her heart hammered in her chest, the sound of her own breathing a thunderous roar in her ears.

Ursula watched her go, the potion's power pulsing through her veins like fire. She licked her lips, the taste of Grace still lingering there, sweet and intoxicating. "I'll find you," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with determination.

The chase was on.

Ursula took off after Grace, her newfound agility and speed propelling her through the underbrush with the grace of a predator. The scent of the other woman's arousal was like a homing beacon, guiding her through the tangled paths of the woods. Her heart raced with excitement, her breath coming in short, sharp pants as she followed the trail of need.

"You can't run from what you are," she called out, her voice carrying on the wind. "You're mine."

Grace could hear the pursuit, the thunder of footsteps growing louder behind her. The fear spurred her on, but so did the thrill. She had never felt anything like this before, never knew that she could crave the touch of another woman so fiercely.

Her legs burned, but she didn't slow, the echo of Ursula's words ringing in her ears. "You can't run from what you are." It was a taunt that resonated deep within her, a challenge that seemed to grow louder with every step she took away from the clearing.

Finally, she saw it through the trees: a small cabin, nestled into the foliage like a secret waiting to be discovered. Without a second thought, she barreled inside, slamming the door shut behind her. She leaned against it, panting, her eyes darting around the cozy space, searching for anything she could use as a weapon.

But as she caught her breath, she realized the mistake she had made. The scent of paint and turpentine, the half-finished canvases leaning against the walls, the scattered brushes and pencils... it hit her like a ton of bricks. "Shit," she muttered to herself. This was no random hiding place. It had to be Ursula's cabin.

Ursula's smirk grew as she approached the cabin, her hand sliding into her pocket to withdraw a set of keys. The door swung open with a creak, revealing the panicked look on Grace's face. "Welcome home, darling," she purred, stepping inside and locking the door behind her.

The cabin was a reflection of its owner: wild and untamed, yet filled with a warmth that seemed to emanate from every wooden beam. The floorboards creaked under their combined weight as they circled each other, the air thick with tension and desire.

"What do you want from me?" Grace demanded, her voice shaking.

"Everything," Ursula replied, her eyes raking over the other woman's form. "But first, I want to claim you here, in my domain."

The words sent a shiver down Grace's spine. She had never been in a situation like this, never felt so utterly out of control. Yet, she couldn't deny the heat pooling between her legs, the way her body seemed to hum with anticipation.

"You don't scare me," Grace lied, her hand clenching around the handle of a discarded paintbrush.

"Oh, I'm not trying to scare you," Ursula said, her voice low and seductive. "I'm trying to show you what you really want."

She stalked closer, the floorboards groaning beneath her bare feet. "You're so beautiful when you're trying to be brave. " she murmured, reaching out to trace a finger along Grace's cheek.

Grace flinched, the simple touch sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. "Why are you doing this?" she whispered.

"Because you're mine," Ursula said, her voice filled with a possessiveness that was as terrifying as it was thrilling. "And I will have you."

With that, she lunged, her hands wrapping around Grace's waist. They tumbled to the floor, their limbs tangling together in a mess of passion and fear.

Their kisses grew more frantic, their bodies grinding against each other in a dance as old as time itself. Grace felt the fabric of her shirt rip, exposing her breasts to the cool air and the scorching touch of Ursula's hands.

"Mine," Ursula growled again, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin of Grace's neck.

Grace whimpered, her body arching in response. The word seemed to resonate within her, striking a chord deep in her soul.

The fox girl's potion had done its work, and now there was no going back. The battle between fear and desire raged on, but desire was winning, its flames licking at the edges of her consciousness, threatening to consume her completely.

Ursula's hands slid down to the hem of Grace's skirt, her thumbs hooking under the fabric to tug it upwards. The feel of skin on skin was electric, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through both of them.

"Tell me you want this," Ursula demanded, her breath hot against Grace's ear.

The words hovered on the tip of Grace's tongue, a confession she didn't dare speak. But her body had its own language, her hips grinding into the other woman's, her legs wrapping around her waist.

"I... I can't," Grace gasped, her eyes squeezed shut.

"Look at me," Ursula ordered, her voice firm and demanding.

Reluctantly, Grace opened her eyes, meeting the intense gaze of the brown-haired woman above her. The hunger in those eyes was unmistakable, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

"Say it," Ursula whispered, her hand cupping one of Grace's breasts, her thumb teasing the tight peak. "Say you want me."

Grace's mouth opened, and the words spilled out, raw and unbridled. "I want you," she moaned, her voice shaking with need.

With a triumphant smile, Ursula sat back, pulling her shirt over her head. Her own breasts, large and heavy, bounced free, the cool air causing her nipples to pebble. Grace's eyes widened at the sight, a mix of awe and desire.

"Good girl," Ursula said, her voice a gentle praise that sent a thrill through Grace's body. "Now, let's get rid of the rest of these pesky clothes."

Their movements grew more frantic, their breathing ragged as they worked to free themselves from the last barriers of fabric. Grace's shirt was torn away, her small C-cup breasts bouncing with the sudden freedom. The contrast between their chests was stark, the pale peach of her skin against the more tan peach of Ursula's.

"Beautiful," Ursula murmured, her eyes devouring the sight of Grace's naked body.

Grace felt a strange thrill at the other woman's words, a sense of pride that she had never experienced before. She had been self-conscious of her smaller chest compared to Ursula's bigger chest, but here, in the glow of lust and need, it seemed to be the most precious thing in the world.

Their bodies were a tapestry of curves and lust, a blend of human and animal-like that seemed so wrong and yet so right. The heat between them was a living entity, a force that grew stronger with every touch, every kiss.

"More," Grace begged, arching her back as Ursula took one of her nipples into her mouth.

Ursula's eyes flashed with pleasure, her tongue flicking and teasing the sensitive skin. Her free hand slid down Grace's body, tracing the curve of her waist and the swell of her hips before slipping under her skirt.

The touch was like fire, setting Grace's skin alight with sensation. She bucked her hips, eager for more, for everything.

"Patience," Ursula murmured, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "Good things come to those who wait."

But waiting was the last thing on Grace's mind. She needed release, needed to feel the other woman against her body. To find out want another pussy against her own will feel like. Her hands fumbled with the button of her own skirt, desperate to feel the warmth of skin on skin.

Finally, the last piece of fabric fell away, leaving her bare before the fox girl. "Take me," she pleaded, her voice a desperate whisper.

The look in Ursula's eyes was pure carnality, a promise of pleasure so intense it was almost painful. She leaned down, her breath hot against Grace's ear. "With pleasure," she said, her voice a dark growl.

Their bodies aligned, the heat of their skin a stark contrast to the cool wood beneath them. Grace felt the pressure of Ursula's thigh against her core, the soft fur of her tail tickling her skin.

"Now," Grace demanded, her voice a command that seemed to resonate with the very air around them.

Ursula complied, her own breath hitching with excitement. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and underwear, pulling them down in one fluid motion. The fabric caught briefly on her tail, but she managed to free herself with a sinuous twist of her hips. The sight of her bare pussy, wet and glistening with desire, was almost too much for Grace to handle.

Their eyes locked, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. "Ready?" Ursula asked, her voice a sultry purr.

Grace nodded, her legs tightening around the other woman's waist. "Now," she whispered, her voice a siren's call that sent shivers down Ursula's spine.

With a groan, Ursula positioned herself, the soft fur of her tail brushing against Grace's bare skin as she aligned their pussies. The sensation was foreign, yet it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

"Oh, fuck," Grace moaned as the heat of their bodies met, her legs tightening around Ursula's waist.

Ursula took a deep breath, her eyes closing for a brief moment as she savored the feeling. "You feel... amazing," she murmured, her voice thick with desire.

Grace's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She had never been with a woman before, but the way their bodies fit together, the way they moved in unison... it was like they had been made for this.

Ursula began to rock her hips, the friction building between them. The sound of their wetness filled the room, a symphony of want and need.

"Oh, God," Grace whimpered, her eyes fluttering shut. "More."

Ursula complied, her movements growing more urgent. "Is this what you want?" she asked, her voice a low growl.

"Yes," Grace gasped, her nails digging into the other woman's back. "More."

Their hips met in a rhythmic dance, the friction building to an almost painful crescendo.

"Look at us," Ursula murmured, her voice a gentle coax. "We're like... like two animals in heat."

Grace opened her eyes, watching as their bodies moved together. It was an erotic sight, one she never thought she would see. But here she was, wrapped around another woman, feeling more alive than she ever had before.

"It's... it's beautiful," Grace managed to say, her voice strained.

"You're beautiful," Ursula corrected, her eyes never leaving Grace's face. "So fucking beautiful."

Their kisses grew more feverish, their breaths mingling as they moved together.

"Oh, shit," Grace whispered, her body tightening around the other woman. "I'm... I'm going to..."

"Come for me," Ursula urged, her voice a fierce whisper. "Let go."

Her hips slammed into Grace's, the slap of flesh on flesh echoing through the cabin like a drumbeat of desire. Grace's eyes widened, and her body tensed as the most intense orgasm of her life built within her. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before, a wave of pleasure so strong it seemed to shake the very foundations of her being.

"I'm... I'm... oh, fuck!" she screamed, her nails raking down the fox girl's back.

The climax hit her like a freight train, stealing her breath and making her vision swim. Her body spasmed, her legs tightening around Ursula's waist as if trying to hold onto her for dear life. It was a sensation she never knew existed, a feeling of complete and utter release that seemed to go on forever.

"That's it," Ursula murmured, her own body responding to the delicious sight. "You're mine now, Grace. All mine."

Grace could only nod, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. She had never felt anything like this, never known such a deep, primal connection to another person. The sensation of their pussies slapping together was unlike anything she had ever experienced with a man, more intimate and raw.

"Fuck, yes," Grace moaned, her hips moving in perfect time with Ursula's. "Harder, please, harder."

Ursula's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she complied, her own orgasm building like a storm in her core. The magic of her cum grew stronger with each thrust, the potion's power pulsating through her body and into Grace's.

"I'm going to fill you up," she promised, her voice thick with desire. "You're going to take all of me."

Grace nodded, her eyes glazed with passion. The very thought of being filled with another woman's cum was so taboo, so wrong, and yet it only made her want it more.

"Yes," she panted. "Please, yes."

Their bodies moved as one, the friction growing more intense with each passing moment. The scent of their arousal filled the cabin, a musky perfume that seemed to thicken the air around them.

"Grace," Ursula gasped, her voice a ragged cry. "I'm going to cum."

"Do it," Grace begged, her body taut with need. "Do it now."

With a final, powerful thrust, Ursula's body went rigid, her eyes rolling back in her head as she released a torrent of magical cum. It spilled from her, coating Grace's pussy, seeping into her, filling her up as if she were a vessel made for this very purpose.

"Oh, god," Grace moaned, her body convulsing as the warmth of Ursula's magical cum filled her. The sensation was overwhelming, a deluge of pleasure that seemed to flood her very soul. She felt a strange power pulsing within her, a life-force that grew with every pulse of Ursula's release.

"Mmm," the fox girl purred, her hips still rocking gently against Grace's pussy. "You feel so good beautiful."

Her words were a symphony of need, a siren's call that made Grace's body respond with a hunger she had never known before.

"More," she whimpered, her voice barely more than a breath.

With a smirk, Ursula obliged, turning her over onto her stomach. The cool wood of the cabin floor was a stark contrast to the heat between her legs, making her skin prickle with anticipation.

"You're going to take it like this," Ursula said, her voice a dark promise. "I want to feel every inch of you, every curve."

Grace nodded, her cheek pressed against the rough planks. The anticipation was a living thing within her, a thrumming beat that matched the rhythm of her pulse.

Ursula positioned herself, her pussy hovering just above Grace's curvy ass. The heat was intense, a promise of what was to come.

"Ready?" she asked, her voice a seductive whisper.

Grace nodded, her body taut with excitement.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Ursula began to grind against her, the fur of her tail brushing against the small of Grace's back. The sensation was exquisite, a dance of pleasure that had Grace's toes curling.

"Oh, yes," she murmured, her hips pushing back to meet the other woman's.

"That's it," Ursula encouraged, her voice a soft purr. "Take it all."

Grace's eyes squeezed shut as she felt the pressure build, the fur of Ursula's tail tickling her skin as it brushed against her. Each movement sent a new wave of sensation through her body, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain that she couldn't get enough of.

"Oh, fuck," Grace moaned, her body trembling. "It feels... so... good."

Ursula's breath grew ragged against her neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "You're going to love this," she murmured, her hips moving faster, the sound of their bodies meeting growing more intense.

The tension grew, a tight coil that threatened to snap at any moment. "I need... I need to... oh, god, yes," Grace gasped.

With a final, desperate thrust, the dam broke. Ursula's magical cum spurted deep into Grace's asshole, filling her up, stretching her tight passage until she thought she would burst.

"Aaargh!" Grace's scream echoed through the cabin as she felt the warmth flood her insides. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and fullness that seemed to reach into her very soul.

Ursula's eyes rolled back in her head, her own orgasm crashing over her like a waterfall. "Yes," she hissed, her hips moving erratically as she emptied herself into the other woman. "Yes, take it all."

The room was filled with the scent of their passion, the sweet musk of their arousal mingling with the earthy scent of the potion. The very air seemed charged with a dark, primal energy that made the hairs on the back of their necks stand on end.

As the waves of pleasure began to subside, Grace felt something new. A warmth spread through her, a sense of belonging that she had never felt before. She looked over her shoulder at the fox girl, her eyes filled with awe and a strange, fierce love.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice shaking. "Thank you for... for this."

Ursula's smile was gentle, her eyes filled with a tender affection that belied the raw lust that had driven them both just moments before. "You're welcome," she whispered. "You're perfect, just the way you are."

Grace's cheeks flushed as she felt a strange warmth spread through her. It wasn't just the afterglow of their lovemaking, but something deeper, something that felt... right. She turned to face Ursula, her gaze searching the fox girl's face.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ursula took a deep breath, her hand moving to rest on Grace's stomach. "I mean," she began, her voice dropping to a seductive purr, "that our time together wasn't just for fun, my love. It was for a purpose."

Grace's eyes widened as understanding dawned. "You... you bred me," she whispered, her hand mirroring Ursula's, pressing against her own stomach.

The fox girl nodded, her eyes gleaming with a fierce pride. "Yes," she said, her voice filled with satisfaction. "You carry my child now. Our child."

The revelation hit Grace like a sledgehammer, but instead of fear or revulsion, she felt a strange sense of excitement. It was as if her body had known all along what was happening, had craved it on a level she hadn't even been aware of.

"How?" she managed to ask, her voice trembling. "How is that possible?"

"Magic," Ursula said simply, her thumb stroking the soft skin of Grace's belly. "The same magic that changed me into a fox girl. "

Grace's eyes widened with shock. "But... but magic is real?" she stammered.

"It is." Ursula replied, her smile growing wider. "But the magic was just the catalyst. It's my essence, my love, that did the breeding. I didn't just fuck you, Grace. I claimed you, in every sense of the word."

The room grew silent, save for the gentle rustle of the leaves outside and the sound of their heavy breathing. Grace's hand joined hers on her stomach, feeling the beginnings of a life growing inside her, a creature that was neither human nor fox, but something entirely new.

"But why?" she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of wonder and fear.

"Because you're special," Ursula said, her voice filled with affection. "You're the one I've been waiting for, the one who can carry my legacy."

Grace looked at her, still trying to process the information. "But... I don't even know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything," Ursula assured her, her hand still caressing Grace's belly. "You just have to be you. And now, we're going to create something beautiful together."

With that, she scooped Grace into her arms, the warmth of their shared passion making the act feel more intimate than any words could express. Grace wrapped her arms around the fox girl's neck, her legs draping over hers, as they moved into the bedroom. The soft light filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow over the rumpled bed sheets.

Ursula laid her down gently, her eyes never leaving Grace's. She stepped back, taking in the sight of her lover's naked form, her own desire flaring anew at the beauty before her. "Do you trust me?" she asked, her voice a soft purr.

"I do," Grace murmured, her eyes wide and filled with a mix of awe and trepidation.

With a nod, Ursula turned to her easel, which she had set up in the corner of the room earlier. She picked up a charcoal pencil, the anticipation thrumming through her as she began to sketch. The pencil danced over the paper, capturing the curves of Grace's body with an artist's precision.

"Keep still," she instructed, her eyes flicking from Grace to the paper and back agai. Her hand moved with a confidence that belied her earlier inexperience with the subject matter. "I want to capture this moment, just as it is."
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