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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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In the dimly lit forest of Sleepy Hollow, the crunch of leaves underfoot seemed to echo like whispers of long-forgotten secrets. Maka Albarn, her light taupe pigtails bobbing as she walked, scanned the area with a mix of excitement and apprehension. "Soul, do you think we're getting any closer to finding the Headless Horseman?" she asked, her voice a blend of curiosity and concern.

"Maka, patience," Soul responded, his deep voice resonating from within the confines of his scythe form. "We're in his territory now. He'll show up when he's ready, or when we're ready for him."

"But what if he doesn't?" Maka's eyes widened, the emerald hue of the forest reflecting in her irises. "What if he's already found us?"

Soul chuckled, the sound a comforting rumble. "Then, we'll just have to be quicker on our feet."

Maka's grip tightened on the scythe's handle, her knuckles whitening. "I just wish we had more intel on Katrina. If she's involved in this somehow..."

Soul's eyes narrowed, the red pupils gleaming with a hint of mischief. "Katrina, you say? The legendary beauty of Sleepy Hollow?"

"Yes," Maka said, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "But it's not like I'm interested in her romantically or anything. I just want to understand why she's linked to the Horseman's curse."

The fox girl, hidden in the shadows of an ancient oak, watched the pair with keen interest. Her tail swished back and forth, the tip flicking with the beat of her racing heart. "Maka," she murmured, her voice a low purr. "You are the perfect one I'm looking for."

Maka paused, her ears catching the faint sound. "Did you hear that, Soul?"

"Hear what?" He looked around, the blade of the scythe glinting in the dappled moonlight.

"Someone said 'Maka'," she whispered, her gaze darting around the forest.

The fox girl, concealed by the shadows, giggled softly to herself. She brought a delicate hand to her mouth, her crimson nails sparkling with magic. With a flick of her wrist, she blew a stream of glittering smoke in Maka's direction.

"What the...?" Maka's voice trailed off as the smoke danced around her, tickling her nose. Her eyes watered, and she felt a sudden warmth spread through her body, as if she had just downed a hot cup of tea on a chilly autumn evening.

The smoke wove through the air, wrapping around Maka's form like a seductive embrace. "It's nothing," she assured Soul, blinking rapidly as the world grew hazy.

Without warning, Maka's body stiffened, and she was enveloped in a whirlwind of motion. The trees around them bent and groaned as she spun around like a top, the fabric of her skirt fluttering wildly. Her cheeks puffed out, and her eyes rolled back, displaying only the whites.

"Maka!" Soul shouted, dropping into a combat stance, ready to face whatever had a hold of his partner.

Maka's eyes snapped open, and she let out a series of cartoonish boings, her body bouncing off trees like a rubber ball. She collided with the trunk of an old oak with a thud, her limbs flailing as she tried to regain control. "What...what's happening to me?" she squealed, her voice high-pitched and frantic.

The fox girl emerged from the shadows, her crimson smile widening. "Ah, you're feeling it now, aren't you, my dear?" she purred, her eyes gleaming with malicious delight. "You see, I am the Kitsune of Sleepy Hollow. I bestow gifts to those who seek what they shouldn't."

Maka's gaze darted down to her body, and she gasped as she took in the transformation. Her legs, once long and athletic, now had a sinuous curve that would make a Greek statue envious. Her hips had rounded out into an alluring hourglass shape, and her ass jutted out like a ripe peach begging to be bitten. She reached up to her head and felt the soft fur of the fox ears that now adorned her, their black tips tickling her fingertips. Her hand trailed down her back and encountered the velvety tail that swayed seductively above her newfound curves.

"But what...what did you do to me?" she stuttered, her voice filled with both bewilderment and a strange, burgeoning arousal.

The Kitsune stepped closer, the light playing across her voluptuous form. "I've made you into a creature of desire," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Now, your thoughts will be filled with the need to breed with other women, to fill them with your passion and lust."

Maka felt a jolt of panic, her eyes going wide. "What? No! This isn't what I wanted!" she protested, her voice rising in pitch.

The fox girl leaned in, her breath hot on Maka's neck. "But it's what you needed," she murmured, her hand trailing down Maka's body to cup one of her new D-cup breasts. "You've always been so focused on your battles, so serious. Now, you'll know what it's like to truly live."

Maka's breath caught in her throat as she felt a sudden, intense attraction to the Kitsune. Her mind swirled with images of their bodies entwined, and she found herself leaning into the touch, her hand covering the one on her breast, her hips pressing against the other woman's thigh. "What...what do you want from me?" she managed to ask, her voice trembling.

The Kitsune leaned back, her smile a wicked curve. "For now, I want you to understand the power you now hold," she said. "Use it wisely...or don't. It's your choice."

Maka's cheeks flushed as she felt the heat pooling in her core, the urge to act on her new desires growing stronger by the second. "But what about the Headless Horseman?" she asked, trying to cling to the mission that had brought her here.

The Kitsune's eyes glinted. "Oh, he's still out there," she said with a flick of her tail. "But I have a feeling you'll be too busy to worry about him for a while."

Maka's eyes narrowed, the last vestiges of her former self fighting through the fog of lust. "You're not going to get away with this," she growled, her voice deepening and becoming more assertive than it had ever been before.

The Kitsune stepped back, her laughter tinkling through the trees. "We shall see, Maka," she said, disappearing into the night with a swirl of leaves.

Maka stood there, panting, her body thrumming with need. She looked down at herself, at the changes she hadn't asked for but couldn't deny. "Soul," she whispered, "I don't know what's happening to me, but we can't let this distract us. We have to keep looking for the Horseman."

Soul's eyes widened as he took in Maka's new form. "Maka," he said, his voice low and hesitant, "I'm still with you. But...what about your feelings for me?"

Maka looked up, her gaze locking onto Soul's, the emerald in her eyes now a fiery green. "That hasn't changed," she assured him, her voice thick with desire. "But now, I have more to offer, more to explore."

Soul swallowed hard, trying to reconcile the new Maka with the one he knew. "What do we do?" he asked, his voice thick with confusion.

Maka took a deep breath, the scent of the woman she craved filling her nose. "We go to Sleepy Hollow," she said with newfound determination. "That's where she is. I can feel it."

Soul nodded, his eyes never leaving Maka's transformed body. "But what about...us?"

Maka reached out and took Soul's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "We'll figure it out," she promised, her voice soothing despite the tumultuous emotions churning within her. "But first, we have to find her. I need to...I need to see her."

Their journey to the town was fraught with tension, every step bringing them closer to the siren's call of Katrina's scent. It was intoxicating, a blend of sweet blooms and the musk of a woman in heat. Maka's senses were heightened, each breath a tantalizing invitation to give in to the desires that now consumed her.

As they approached the outskirts of Sleepy Hollow, the buildings grew closer together, the cobblestone streets glistening with the dampness of the night. The air was thick with the promise of passion and mystery, the very essence of the town seeming to pulse with an erotic energy.

Maka's nose twitched, the scent growing stronger. "She's here," she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper. "I can feel her."

Soul followed closely, his eyes darting around the town, searching for any sign of the elusive beauty. "How do we know she's the one we're looking for?"

Maka's hand tightened around his. "Trust me," she said, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "I'll know her when I see her."

They wandered through the quiet streets, the only sound the occasional creak of a door or the distant howl of a wolf. The moon cast a soft glow over the town, painting everything in shades of silver and blue.

Suddenly, Maka stopped, her body quivering with anticipation. "There," she breathed, pointing to a small cottage with ivy climbing its walls. The scent was coming from there.

Soul looked at her, his eyes filled with concern. "What are we going to do?"

Maka leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "We're going to claim what's mine," she whispered, a feral growl escaping her lips.

The door to the cottage creaked open, and there she was, Katrina Van Tassel, her strawberry-blonde hair cascading around her like a waterfall of gold. She wore a nightgown so sheer it was almost indecent, her C-cup breasts rising and falling with each breath she took, the nipples tight with arousal. Her skin was like porcelain in the moonlight, and Maka's eyes devoured every inch of her.

"What do you want?" Katrina's voice was like honey, sweet and thick with desire.

Maka stepped closer, her heart hammering in her chest. "I want what's rightfully mine," she said, her voice low and seductive. "I want to feel your body against mine, to taste your sweetness."

Katrina's eyes widened, a blush staining her cheeks. "Maka," she whispered, "what's come over you?"

Maka's hand shot out, grabbing Katrina's wrist. "You," she said, her eyes flashing. "You've come over me."

The two women stared at each other, the air between them crackling with tension. Then, as if on cue, they lunged forward, their lips meeting in a fiery kiss that set Maka's body ablaze.

Their kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as Maka's hands roamed over Katrina's body. She felt the soft swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips. It was all she could do to keep from ripping the gossamer fabric that separated them.

Katrina's hands weren't idle either, tracing the lines of Maka's newfound curves, exploring the unfamiliar terrain that the Kitsune's magic had bestowed upon her. "What have you become?" Katrina murmured against her lips, her voice a blend of awe and need.

Maka broke the kiss, her eyes glazed with passion. "I've become what you've always wanted," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "Your champion."

With surprising strength, she pulled Katrina's nightgown over her head, revealing her naked form. The sight of her bare skin, the soft mounds of her breasts, the delicate curve of her hips, made Maka's heart race even faster. "You're so beautiful," she whispered, her hand shaking as she reached out to trace the line of Katrina's collarbone.

"And you," Katrina breathed, her eyes drinking in Maka's voluptuous figure. "You're...you're breathtaking."

Maka's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, and she leaned in to kiss Katrina's neck, her tongue tracing the line of her throat. Katrina gasped, her head tilting back to give Maka better access. The feeling of Maka's warm, wet mouth on her skin sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, and she found herself arching into the touch.

Soul watched, his eyes wide with astonishment, as Maka continued to strip Katrina bare. His eyes wide in disbelief, in the face of the erotic scene unfolding before him. "Maka," he said, his voice hoarse. "What are you doing?"

Maka pulled away from Katrina's neck, her eyes glowing with a feral hunger. "I'm claiming what's mine," she said, her voice firm. "What the Kitsune gave me the power to take."

Katrina looked at Soul, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You don't mind, do you?" she teased, her hands sliding down to cup Maka's ass.

Soul's throat worked, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. "I...I don't know," he stuttered. "It's just...so unexpected."

Maka chuckled, the sound low and throaty. "Then watch and learn," she said, her eyes never leaving Katrina's. "This is what it means to be alive."

With that, she leaned up, her tongue flicking out to trace the line of Katrina's jaw, her teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh of her earlobe. Katrina moaned, her legs threatening to give out. "Maka," she whimpered, her hands tangling in Maka's hair.

Maka's mouth traveled down Katrina's neck, her teeth scraping gently across her collarbone. She felt the pulse of Katrina's blood beneath the skin, the beat of her heart growing faster and faster. "You taste like honey," she murmured, her voice thick with lust.

Katrina's eyes rolled back in her head as Maka's mouth moved lower, her teeth grazing the soft mound of her breast. "Oh, Maka," she gasped, her nails digging into Maka's shoulders.

Maka's hand slid down Katrina's body, her fingers finding their way between her legs. The other woman's eyes snapped open, and she stared down at Maka, her chest heaving with desire. "What are you doing?" she panted.

Maka's smile was predatory. "I'm showing you how a real woman does it," she said, her voice dripping with confidence.

Katrina's legs gave out, and she sank to the floor of the cottage, pulling Maka with her. "Please," she begged, her voice a needy whine. "Don't stop."

Maka's mouth closed around Katrina's nipple, her tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. Katrina's back arched, her hips bucking upwards. "Oh, Maka," she cried, her voice a symphony of pleasure.

Soul took a step back, his hand moving to his pants, his own body responding to the sight of his partner in such an intimate embrace with the woman they had come to Sleepy Hollow to find. He was torn between his duty and his newfound desires, his mind racing with questions and concerns.

Maka's eyes flicked up to meet his, her own gaze filled with an intensity that made his knees wobble. "It's okay, Soul," she murmured, her voice a siren's call. "This is what we're meant to do."

With that, she stood, her new body moving with a grace she had never known. Her clothes fell away as if by magic, revealing her naked form to the moon's soft glow. Her breasts were much larger now, full and round, and she cupped them in her hands, her fingers tracing the sensitive skin.

Katrina watched, her eyes wide and hungry, as Maka stepped closer to her. "You're so beautiful," she whispered, reaching out to touch one of Maka's nipples.

Maka gasped at the contact, a jolt of pleasure shooting through her. "You're mine," she begged, her voice a whimper. "I'm claiming you tonight."

Katrina's eyes darkened with lust, her own body moving with a liquid grace that seemed to defy gravity. She reached for Maka, her hands sliding over the curve of her hips, her mouth finding Maka's in a kiss that was both tender and demanding.

Maka moaned into the kiss, her arms wrapping around Katrina's neck, pulling her closer. The feeling of Katrina's body pressed against her own was intoxicating, the heat between them growing with every passing second.

"Bedroom," Katrina managed to murmur against Maka's lips, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Maka nodded, her strength surprising even herself as she picked up the taller woman and carried her into the adjoining room. The bed was a four-poster monstrosity, swathed in velvet and silk, the perfect setting for a night of passion and discovery.

As they entered, the gorgeous old fox girl emerged from the shadows, a knowing smile playing on her full red lips. "Young wolf," she purred, her eyes gleaming. "You've done well to claim what is yours."

Soul stumbled back, his eyes wide. "What's going on?" he choked out, his voice barely above a whisper.

The fox girl stepped closer, her hand reaching out to caress his cheek. "You've been chosen," she said, her voice a seductive whisper. "To witness the awakening of the new hunt."

Before he could protest, she pulled him into a kiss that was every bit as fiery as the one Maka and Katrina shared. His arms went around her instinctively, holding her close as her tongue danced with his. She tasted of dark magic and ancient secrets, and he found himself lost in the sensation.

Maka gently laid Katrina down on the bed, her eyes never leaving hers. "You're mine," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "Say it."

Katrina's eyes searched hers, a mix of fear and lust. "I'm yours," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Maka climbed onto the bed, straddling Katrina's hips. Her newfound curves pressed against Katrina's, the friction setting off sparks of pleasure. "Mine," she repeated, her voice a growl.

Katrina nodded, her eyes glazed with passion. "Yours," she breathed.

Maka leaned down, her mouth finding Katrina's again. Their kiss grew more urgent, their bodies moving in a dance as old as time itself. Maka's hips began to rock against Katrina's, the friction building.

Soul watched, his heart racing, as Maka's hand slid down between them, her fingers finding Katrina's slick heat. He could see the tension in Maka's body, the way she trembled with every stroke. He was then pushed down on the couch.

On the couch, the fox girl's kiss grew more demanding, her tongue delving deeper into Soul's mouth, exploring every crevice as if she was mapping out his soul. Her hand slid down to his chest, her nails scratching lightly over his shirt, sending shivers down his spine. He groaned into the kiss, his arms tightening around her, pulling her closer until their bodies were melded together, her voluptuous form pressing against him in all the right places.

Maka's fingers danced over Katrina's slick folds, the sweetness of her arousal coating her digits. "Tell me," Maka breathed against Katrina's ear, her voice a sultry whisper. "What do you like?"

Katrina's breath hitched, and she bit her bottom lip, her eyes squeezed shut. "I like it when you're rough," she confessed, her voice a needy whine. "When you claim me."

Maka smirked, her eyes darkening with desire. She slid two fingers inside Katrina, her thumb circling the sensitive nub of her clit. Katrina's back arched, a keening cry escaping her lips. "Is this what you want?" Maka taunted, her voice a silky purr.

"Yes," Katrina gasped, her eyes flying open. "Oh, Maka, yes!"

Maka leaned down, her breasts brushing against Katrina's, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure through both of them. "Say it again," she demanded, her voice a seductive growl.

"I'm yours," Katrina whimpered, her body writhing beneath Maka's touch. "I'm yours to claim."

Maka's chest swelled with pride, and she began to pump her fingers in and out of Katrina's pussy, her thumb rubbing her clit in a steady, relentless rhythm. Katrina's nails scored the bed, her hips bucking up to meet Maka's hand.

On the couch, the fox girl's hand had moved to Soul's pants, her nimble fingers working to free his erection. She broke the kiss, her eyes gleaming as she took him in her hand. "You're so big," she murmured, her voice a purr.

Soul could only nod, his eyes hooded with lust as he watched Maka on the bed. He was torn between the desire to be a part of their intimate moment and the need to process what was happening to him.

Maka leaned down, her breasts rubbing against Katrina's as she pushes a third finger inside of the older woman.

"Maka, oh god," Katrina moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. "I'm so close."

Maka's strokes grew more frantic, her thumb pressing harder against Katrina's clit. "Come for me," she ordered, her voice thick with lust. "Come all over my hand."

"I'm... I'm... I'm... " Katrina's voice trailed off into a keening wail as she climaxed, her body convulsing around Maka's hand. Maka felt the heat of her release, the tightness of her pussy gripping her fingers, and she couldn't help but smile in victory.

Soul watched from the couch, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The sight of Maka, so powerful and in control, was intoxicating. He had never seen her like this, and it was both terrifying and incredibly arousing.

On the bed, Maka pulled her hand away, her fingers glistening with Katrina's juices. "Taste," she whispered, offering her hand to Katrina.

Katrina took Maka's fingers into her mouth, her tongue swirling around them, tasting herself on Maka. The action sent a fresh wave of heat through Maka, making her core ache with need.

"Mm, you're so sweet," Maka said, watching as Katrina sucked her fingers clean.

"And you're so... dominating," Katrina said, her voice filled with a mix of wonder and arousal.

Maka smirked and leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on Katrina's forehead. "You like that, don't you?" she whispered.

Katrina nodded, her eyes fluttering closed. "Yes," she murmured.

Maka took that as an invitation and kissed her way down Katrina's body, her mouth leaving a trail of fire across her skin. She paused at the valley between her breasts, teasing the sensitive skin before continuing her descent.

When she reached Katrina's navel, she took a moment to dip her tongue inside, eliciting a gasp from the other woman. Katrina's hands slid into Maka's hair, guiding her lower, her breathing growing more ragged.

"Please," Katrina begged, her hips lifting off the bed.

Maka chuckled and kissed her way down Katrina's pelvis, her teeth grazing the soft skin. She reached Katrina's pussy, her own breath catching at the sight of her swollen, glistening folds. "So beautiful," she murmured.

Without further ado, she gave Katrina's pussy a long, slow lick, savoring the taste of her arousal. Katrina's legs trembled, and she let out a low moan that seemed to resonate through the very air of the room.

Maka didn't stop there. She buried her face between Katrina's legs, her tongue delving into the warm, wet depths of her pussy. She explored every inch of her, tasting her, memorizing the way she reacted to every touch.

"Oh, Maka," Katrina whimpered, her hips rising to meet Maka's mouth. "It feels... it feels so good."

Maka's tongue danced and flicked, mimicking the movements of her earlier fingers. She lapped at Katrina's clit, feeling it swell beneath her, and then slid her tongue deep inside her, fucking her with it.

Katrina's back arched off the bed, a keening cry tearing from her throat as Maka's tongue delved into the slick, velvety warmth of her core. "Maka," she gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure. "You're so good at this."

Maka's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked on Katrina's clit, the taste of her sweet arousal coating her mouth. "Does that feel good?" she murmured against the sensitive flesh, the vibration of her voice adding to the sensation.

"Y-yes," Katrina panted, her hips undulating against Maka's eager mouth. "Please, don't stop. I'm so... so close."

Maka's tongue swirled around the swollen bud, her teeth grazing gently as she felt the tension coil tighter within Katrina's body. "You're going to cum for me," she breathed, the words a seductive promise.

"I'm going to," Katrina confirmed, her voice a desperate whine. "Oh, Maka, I'm going to cum."

Maka's tongue grew more insistent, her strokes more rapid. She could feel Katrina's body tightening, her muscles coiling like a spring about to snap. And then, with a guttural cry, Katrina's orgasm crashed over her, a flood of clear, sweet nectar filling Maka's mouth.

Maka swallowed greedily, eager to claim every drop of Katrina's release. She licked and sucked, ensuring she left no trace of the other woman's pleasure on her body. The taste of Katrina's essence was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a heady cocktail of desire and power that made her own body pulse with need.

"Mmm," she hummed, her eyes meeting Katrina's as she pulled away. "You taste incredible."

Katrina's eyes were glazed with pleasure, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "What... what are you doing to me?" she managed to ask.

Maka crawled back up Katrina's body, her newfound curves pressing against the older woman's softness. "I'm showing you what it means to be truly alive," she whispered, her voice a dark promise.

The fox girl on the couch watched them with a knowing smile, her hand still wrapped around Soul's thick length. "The bond between you is strong," she purred. "But the hunt has only just begun." She turns back to Soul and passionately kisses his lips.

Maka straddled Katrina's waist, her naked hips moving sinuously. She leaned in, capturing Katrina's mouth in a deep, demanding kiss, her tongue exploring every corner of the other woman's mouth. Their breaths mingled, hot and needy.

"Maka, I need more," Katrina murmured against her, her voice a desperate plea.

Maka pulled away, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She slid down Katrina's body, her hips rolling as she positioned herself between the other woman's legs. "Tell me what you need," she demanded, her voice a sultry whisper.

Katrina's eyes searched hers, the lust in them unmistakable. "I need to feel you," she said, her voice shaking with desire. "Alright me."

Maka's smile grew more wicked, and she positioned herself so that her pussy was just above Katrina's, the heat radiating between them like a furnace. She began to roll her hips, the softness of her mound gliding against Katrina's slick flesh. The sensation was electric, and Katrina's eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned, her legs spreading wider to accommodate Maka's movements.

"Tell me if it's too much," Maka whispered, her voice a seductive purr.

"It's... it's perfect," Katrina managed, her voice a breathy whine. "Don't stop."

Maka didn't listen to Katrina's words but instead focused on the way her body was responding to the delicious friction. She could feel her own arousal building, the tension in her core tightening with every roll of her hips. Her clit throbbed, begging for more direct contact, but she held back, reveling in the slow burn.

Their bodies moved in tandem, the sweet symphony of their moans and gasps filling the air. The bed creaked beneath them, a testament to their passionate dance. Katrina's hands roamed over Maka's back, her nails digging in, urging her closer.

"You're so wet," Maka murmured, her own voice thick with lust. "So warm and welcoming."

"I've wanted this for so long," Katrina confessed, her voice raw with emotion. "Please, Maka. Take me."

Maka leaned down, her breasts pressing against Katrina's, her hardened nipples grazing the other woman's skin. She kissed her again, a fierce, claiming kiss that spoke of possession and need. Then, with a final roll of her hips, she ground down, her clit pressing against Katrina's in a delicious caress that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her.

Katrina's eyes went wide, and she gasped, her body arching up to meet Maka's. "Yes," she moaned, her voice a keening cry. "Yes, yes, yes!"

Maka began to rock her hips faster, the pressure on their clits growing more intense with every movement. She could feel the beginnings of her climax coiling low in her belly, a warm, delicious ache that threatened to consume her. "Tell me," she breathed into Katrina's ear. "What do you fantasize about when you're alone at night?"

"You," Katrina gasped, her voice a desperate whine. "Always you."

The admission sent a fresh jolt of desire through Maka, and she picked up the pace, her movements growing more erratic as she chased her own release. "And what do you do when you think of me?" she demanded.

"I touch myself," Katrina moaned, her hips bucking up to meet Maka's. "I imagine it's you inside me."

"It's going to be," Maka promised, her voice a seductive purr. "I'm going to fill you up until you can't take it anymore."

Their breaths grew ragged, their moans louder as their bodies moved in perfect harmony. Katrina's pussy was slick with arousal, her muscles clenching against Maka's with every thrust. The friction grew more intense, the heat building between them until it was almost unbearable.

And then, with a strangled cry, Katrina's body went rigid. Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her pussy spasming against Maka's, sending jets of clear fluid spurting onto Maka's mound. The sensation was overwhelming, and Maka couldn't help but respond in kind, her hips never stopping.

"Oh, Maka," Katrina moaned, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. "It's too much."

But Maka wasn't finished. She slapped her pussy against Katrina's, the wet sounds echoing through the room as she ground into her. "Take it," she growled, her voice a feral command. "Take all of it."

"Maka," Katrina moaned, her eyes snapping open. "It's... it's too much."

Maka didn't relent, the rhythm of her hips punctuating every word. "Is it?" she asked, a smirk playing on her lips. "Or do you just want more?"

Katrina's body was a writhing mass of pleasure beneath her, and Maka could feel her own climax approaching with the same unstoppable force as a freight train. "More," she whimpered, her voice a needy plea.

Maka chuckled darkly and slapped her pussy down harder, the force of the impact sending a jolt of pleasure through her. "Good girl," she murmured, the praise sending shivers down Katrina's spine.

The clear fluid from Maka's pussy flowed into Katrina's, the magic of it filling her up, coating her womb with a warmth that seemed to pulse with life. It was an indescribable sensation, one that made Katrina's toes curl and her nails dig into the bed sheets.

"Fuck," she gasped, her body tensing. "I'm going to cum again."

Maka leaned down, her breath hot against Katrina's ear. "Then do it," she urged. "Cum for me, Katrina."

With a scream that seemed to shake the very foundations of the cottage, Katrina came again, her pussy convulsing around the presence of Maka's magical cum. It was as if she was being filled from the inside out, the pressure building until she thought she might shatter.

Maka rode out Katrina's orgasm, her own body responding to the other woman's pleasure. She could feel the magic in her own juices, a heady power that seemed to amplify her sensations, making every touch, every sensation, more intense.

And then, with one final, hard slap of her pussy against Katrina's, Maka reached her peak. Her orgasm ripped through her like lightning, leaving her trembling and gasping for air. She collapsed onto Katrina's chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the harsh rasp of their breathing, their hearts beating in a wild, unbridled rhythm that seemed to echo through the very air. Then, with a sultry smile, Maka leaned back and slapped her soaked pussy against Katrina's once more, the smack of flesh on flesh sending a jolt of pleasure through them both. "Maka," Katrina panted, her voice a mix of pleasure and disbelief. "What are you doing to me?"

"I'm giving you what you've always wanted," Maka replied, her eyes gleaming with dark mischief. "A champion to feel open with."

The words struck a chord in Katrina, and she reached up to cup Maka's face, her thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "But why?" she whispered. "Why me?"

Maka's smile grew softer, her eyes filled with a warmth that belied the earlier playfulness. "Because you're the most beautiful, most blooming, most stunning person in Sleepy Hollow," she murmured, echoing the words that had been said about Katrina so many times before. "And I can't resist a challenge."

Katrina's eyes searched hers, the intensity of the moment weighing heavily on the air. "But what about Brom?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. "What happens when he finds out?"

Maka's gaze never wavered. "Let him come," she said with a shrug. "I'm not afraid of Brom Bones."

The fox girl on the couch giggled, the sound like the tinkling of silver bells. "The plot thickens," she said to Soul, who lay beside her, his body adorned with a smattering of red kiss marks.

Soul looked over at them, his eyes still filled with a mix of confusion and arousal. "What's happening here?" he asked, his voice strained as the fox girl's hand stroked his length.

"A little bit of everything," Maka called back, her hips never ceasing their sensual rhythm against Katrina's. "But don't worry, your turn is next."

Katrina's eyes went wide at the mention of Soul joining them, but the thought was quickly lost as Maka's fingers found her clit once more. "Maka," she moaned, her body already starting to respond.

The young woman leaned in closer, her breath hot against Katrina's skin. "You want him, don't you?" she whispered, her voice a seductive taunt.

"Y-yes," Katrina admitted, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. "But I don't know if I can handle... both of you."

Maka's grin grew wolfish. "Then let's find out," she said, her hand reaching for Soul's scythe.

The fox girl watched with rapt attention, her tail swishing back and forth as she anticipated the next act in this erotic play. "You're both so delicious," she murmured, licking her lips.

Maka's eyes met hers, a silent challenge passing between them. She turned back to Katrina, her gaze intense. "Ready for more?" she asked, the tip of the scythe pressing against the older woman's entrance.

Katrina's breath hitched, but she nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and fear. "Yes," she breathed. "I'm ready."
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Anime vs Disney Yuri: The Mates of the Fox Girls.