Princess Farah is a bit spoiled, and she is used to mostly getting her way; at least while her father is at the palace in Baku. Princesses sometimes grow up like this. Farah eventually convinced her father to let her serve in the Royal Officers’ Harem though he was very reluctant to grant such a gift to his daughter.

Kitsune are troublesome; in that they were bio-engineered by the Creators centuries ago for sex and play, and not for anything really useful. King Alecrast consequently has a larger problem developing, though he is not yet aware of it – Aria is attempting to raise Farah properly, which instruction includes attending state social events. Farah is mostly bored during such times, but even at a young age she manages to overhear this or that attractive noble lady bragging about how she managed to coax the King into her bed for private maneuvers, and how she is now plump with future royal bastards.

Lots of Alecrast sired bastards inside the realm (and a fair number outside). Farah is not sure if she wants children of her own, but during her upbringing in Baku she learns well which stud’s seed is the most coveted, and she makes mental note as a possibility for her own future.

In 3990 Alecrast leaves Azerbaijan and heads East, towards the high mountains of Asia, to aid the Snow Leopards in their rebellion. In 3993 he returns for additional war material, which he uses portions of his vast wealth to purchase; at that time Alecrast discovers he is minus one Kitsune pleasure slave. In 3997 Alecrast returns again; but this time his goal is to be King no more – he will remain in the East, fighting, for the remainder of his days. His famous sword goes to his son Albrecht, and the realm goes to his daughter Aria to rule.

And what of Farah? She is given jewels and gold, like many of her siblings; though by this time she realizes that perhaps her chance to be the mother of her dreams is slipping away. Alecrast denies his daughter’s request for the gift she requests; five times he tells her, “no” and emphasizes she will have to be satisfied with “gifts enough”. A few months pass and her half-sister Aria is crowned Queen; Alecrast begins his final preparations for departure. It takes several months more to gather together all the supplies. When former King goes to bid final farewells Farah is no longer to be found.

Farah’s scheme is both complicated and simple; complex in its execution, simple in its trigger mechanism. Farah had long ago noted her father’s fondness for the feminine form, upturned tail and the pleasure slave brand. Gambits require a sacrifice – often the queen in a game of chess. Farah’s gambit will require slave brands burned upon and into her beautiful hips, and the outlay of a decent portion of the small fortune her father just gifted her with.

The scheme also requires an accomplice; Farah identifies and communicates her plan to a former school mate she sometimes took a tumble in the hay with. He is to accompany her as bodyguard, supposed Master, and of course he is needed to coax the seed-bearer which Farah desires into her trap. He will also bribe various tradesmen inside chosen slave market; Farah wants the brandings, and she wants the proper entries upon the registers.

This art image is of Farah’s trap sprung recently – or more likely, a week or two later after initial springing. This is inside a small, impoverished, slave inn within a cut-off Fenrir enclave far, far to the North of our present day India. Cut-off in that some other Kingdom lies between these Fenrir of the enclave and the Sultanate to which they are supposedly citizens of. Alecrast almost ignores his daughter’s missive when it arrives, but at the last moment he thinks better of it, curses at a world filled with troublesome Kitsune, but follows messenger down out of the high mountains and plateaus.

Purchased fertility potions and aphrodisiacs had brought things along admirably, as well as aided Farah’s natural “fuck-me” Kitsune scent. Alecrast almost left as soon as he had arrived, except Farah knows her father too well – a quick sway of transparent cloth so as to display eager young vulpine vulva; a flash of hips to reveal brands only a month old, the markings of a Fenrir-owned slave registered for the purpose of being bred; and the presenting of carefully trimmed-away groin fur, shaved flesh now marked here and there with henna, the known symbol for womb-for-hire.

Farah’s ‘Master’handed the young Kitsune’s chain to the weakening Alecrast and pointed him towards available room with food and drink. Sleeping, eating and fucking have occupied most of Alecrast’s time here so far. That and a vow – he is no longer King and is far, far away from the lands he formerly knew and which knew him. By the Goddess, if this canid bitch wants his seed so badly then his seed she will receive!

Farah is only four feet seven in height upon this bed; and just twenty-six years of age. It is cold outside this inn, high up in the mountains, hence the bear skin cloak upon Alecrast’s back. Farah no longer notices the coolness; she is fully in her Kitsune heat, and currently taking into her body the royal sperm she so coveted. In seven months’ time she will be mother to the three pups this week’s matings bestow upon her.

Two sons with orange hair she is given by the stud currently inside her. But Farah was not the only one to make in-depth study of Fenrir slave-keeping practices. Her companion, bodyguard, and supposed Master also sought instruction at various slave markets in Fenrir lands so as to better understand his part during Farah’s gambit. He will soon make claim to a Master’s right to breed his own chattel, at least for a quarter of this day, until the needs of his loins are satiated.

Not like a Kitsune in her season is capable of refusing hardened and seasoned wood; Farah spreads willingly. It will cost this false Master twenty-percent of his eventual reward though, and it will cost Farah additional space within her womb for a third pup; she will walk a bit heavier during the months she is with litter.

In a few months’ time Farah will leave the Fenrir enclave with pups inside her, and return to her home country of Azerbaijan, but only for one season. She will eventually depart for the cold northern lands of Europe – the better decision to avoid long drawn-out questioning by Queen Aria as to from where orange-haired bastards were acquired.

The Fenrir do not reside in the far North. Perhaps a good thing as Farah is still documented in the Fenrir registers as breeding slave; though her status as such is defunct as her listed Master is nowhere to be found. He took his reward and left on his own adventure; perhaps even to the New World.

As to who is the greater scheme-tress, Farah or her mother, it would be difficult to pass judgement.