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"You know..." A light voice caught Lith's ear, drawing his feet to a stop under him. It wasn't an aggressive call so much as an amicable opening to a sentence, yet it somehow demanded his attention from several yards to his side. "I always thought you looked pretty girly." A soft chuckle. "I should have guessed this would be the truth behind it all..."

Leaning against a rather expensive sports car, a white-and-blue fox boy smirked lightly at him, paws clasped at the side of the hood to either side of his rear. Lith hesitated a moment, glancing around, but the fox was staring right at him. He did look familiar-- they'd shared a class or two, he thought. That's right-- that big bushel of fluffy, blue-tipped tails spreading behind him meant people didn't like to sit behind him. Lith frowned a hint uncertainly. For that matter, he wasn't sure that this vulpine had much room to call other people girly-- he was rather slight, and probably closer to pretty than handsome. "Um...?" He glanced down the parking lot, trying to think of a polite way to excuse himself. He'd spent all day getting hit on and verbally abused in turn thanks to a certain scandalous rumor wandering the school, and he was about done talking to... men.

"It must be pretty rough on you, having it all out at once." The fox set on his feet and moved to close the awkward distance between them. "All that commotion in the hallways. I've seen it." He shook his head, his smile turning a hint fretful. "I knew we kept quiet for a reason, but I didn't think it'd be that bad." The space between them shrank, soon becoming rather-- surprisingly intimate. The fox had six inches on Lith, his nose turning down as he drew close enough to set the feline squirming. If Lith had thought this was another homophobe, he might have bolted, but he could only flush slightly, tail lashing in uncertainty. "Hey." The word was soft now-- a small sound between the two of them. "You're not alone. Listen." He smiled softly. "Come back to my place. I'll give you a proper welcome to Pendleton's other side... and, I'll show you a trick I'm betting you haven't seen before." There was a devious curl to that smile now.

Lith opened his mouth, still trying to fumble for some excuse through the haze of his flush, but the fox was already turning, a paw sliding around the feline's back to guide him over to the car. "You'll love my place," the fox murred. "Hot tub. Widescreen. You like gaming, right?"

"Uh-- yeah?" And just like that, he was in the car. It felt... uncomfortably expensive. He cringed a little as they revved down the road, and the fox slowed with a chuckle. The feline was already lost, blinking out the windows in a bit of a daze. What had just happened? He'd gone all day without letting one of those smirking, lustful jerks snag him-- but here he was. He glanced over at the fox, still smiling lightly as he navigated the roads. How had he come to this point? Curiosity, maybe... or perhaps he was just too tired to say "no" one more time. Not that he'd really said "no" so far so much as slipped away from all the grabby folks. Too worn out to slip away one more time, then... He reclined in his seat slowly, eying the fox quietly. For some reason, he almost felt-- relieved?

They turned in to a lush driveway leading up to a small flat. An overflowing --but carefully maintained-- garden surrounded them, a great wash of greens dotted here and there with whites and yellows. Lith murmured softly in appreciation as he rose from the car-- it smelled quite nice, and the soft rustle in the wind was almost relaxing enough to let him forget he was being seduced by a man he barely knew. Almost. He frowned softly as he turned to follow after the white vulpine. "Um... Mr... Fox?"

Said fox turned, blinking as he pulled out his keys, and broke into a chuckle, shoulders slumping. "Yeah, I guess I wouldn't be as famous to you as you are to me. Name's Nara. And, uh..." He turned his back on the feline a moment, his many tails swishing from side to side pointedly. "I'm actually a kitsune. Close, but not quite the same." Indeed, Lith thought he counted nine tails in all. Nara smiled broadly and shrugged before unlocking the door, leaving the feline smiling a bit shyly. The door swung open, and he stepped inside, waving for the feline to follow.

Obeying, Lith called, "s-so, Mr. Nara, you're not a senior, are you? I don't think we've shared a lot of classes...?" He'd at the very least get to know the fox a little, if this went the way it looked...

"Oh, I am." The voice popped up behind him as the door swung shut. "And it's just Nara, cutie." He was close again suddenly, breathing a chuckle over the feline's ear as his body brushed along the feline's back-- before passing on by. "I'm a sophomore. I like to hang out with your grade when I can, though; you guys are pretty fun, I've found." He chuckled the words as he glanced back. "You want a drink?"

Fighting down a light flush, the feline took a moment to respond, "um... milk?" His voice was faint.

Nara chuckled. "Sure." He disappeared down the hallway, leaving Lith alone in his rather swanky living room. "Make yourself comfortable!" The call echoed to him as Lith considered his surroundings. A massive couch --leather?-- facing a sturdy, glass coffee table and an intimidatingly proportioned television. Sleek, steel lamps shone at the ceiling in each corner, and a rather peculiar assortment of decorations coated the walls. Small neon signs, countless photos --some innocent, many explicit-- and a scattering of business cards, silly awards, and doodles filled the space over the back of the couch, such that it should have been garish, yet it was arranged with surprising balance. Larger photos and posters hung across other walls-- many of men, in various erotic states of reclining... Lith swallowed, setting down on the couch. Were those skin magazines on the coffee table?

A sigh sounded from a nearby doorway. "Much better." Lith perked an ear. "You sure all you want is milk? I've got sodas, beer. Some rum around here somewhere."

"Ah... no, that's okay. Thank you," he added, smiling a bit awkwardly, though the fox couldn't see anyway. Did Nara drink? Lith didn't think it'd be good to stick around if the fox started getting drunk...

"Well, maybe later." Nara stepped in with two glasses-- and wearing nothing but that easy smile. A broad patch of icy blue ran down his chest, interrupted by a swirl of pale just a couple inches above the ruffled blue fur of his sheath and two broad, blue orbs. Lith's mouth fell open a hint, caught in this social non sequitur, for a moment left completely disbelieving the situation before his eyes. That sheath might have stirred a hint under his gaze. Lith realized he was staring-- he coughed, tearing his eyes away, not quite meeting Nara's before darting looks around the room at nothing. Nara chuckled, "when I say get comfortable, I mean it. Dunno about you, but this is the first thing I do when I get home." He flopped down onto the couch next to Lith and offered him the glass.

The cat blinked, carefully turning his gaze back toward the kitsune, his cheeks hot. It was true that he liked to disrobe shortly after getting home... even more so when he went home with her, of course... But he had little doubt that undressing right this moment would not be what would make him 'comfortable.' He took the glass, mumbling his thanks. He started to take a sip-- and hesitated, sniffing at it a moment. Smelled like milk... he drank slowly.

"It's okay to look, you know." Nara took a slow, elaborate stretch from head to toe, nudging the coffee table as his arms spread against the back of the couch, his sheath stirring a hint again in the corner of the feline's vision-- prompting him to realize how closely he was tracking it. "Nobody here to judge you for enjoying what you will." He smirked lightly and waved his glass at the cat. Come to think of it...

Lith blinked, and frowned a bit curiously. "Uh... did you forget your own drink?" The kitsune's glass was empty, hanging from his paw upside down. A convenient way to change the conversation, at least.

"Hm? Oh!" The fox hefted his glass and chuckled. "That's right. I didn't forget, but... well, I said I'd show you a trick, didn't I?" He smiled with such deviousness as only a fox can promise. Flourishing with the glass again, Nara rose to his feet and stepped round the coffee table. The magazines were pushed aside, one fluttering open to reveal a smirking horse showing off what he had, and the fox set down the glass square in front of him. "Watch carefully, now." His voice was teasing as he rolled his shoulders a moment, folded his arms behind his back, and closed his eyes.

A deep breath swelled in that blue chest, two bright white nipples perking, catching the light a hint as they stiffened subtly. A sigh, and another deep breath pulled the feline's eyes down-- to the sudden stirring of that menacing fold of blue hide, the kitsune's sheath. It was swelling, the little fold of shadow at the top slipping open, unfolding into a dark crevice as the hide below rolled in subtle bulges with the stirring of some creature within. A prick of white appeared at the top, slowly swelling outward as that sheath strained wide to disgorge the pointed head of a pure white canine cock.

Another deep breath and a slow sigh, and that shaft thrust forth into the air, inch after inch sliding free of the constricts of that sheath, that ivory flesh seeming to gleam in even this gentle light, smooth to a sheen, though the faint swell and dip of veins created myriad dancing patterns under the neons, subtle kisses of color highlighting every supple texture to this creature pushing rapidly free of its prison. Soon, the sheath was straining and giving loose the thick swell of the kit's deflated knot, the full tool looming over the coffee table, pointing straight at Lith as he stood transfixed by the stare of their new, snow-white guest.

Nara wasn't done, however-- he took a sudden, sharp breath now, his hips stirring and swaying back and forth a hint, and that thick foxcock, perhaps nine or ten inches of hungry, throbbing flesh, began to pulse visibly, a bead of-- of bright blue forming at the tip! Another breath, and that bead broke, running down the shaft in a watery, pale rivulet as another formed behind it, and another, the shaft giving urgent twitches and bobbing up and down, nodding at the fascinated feline. The fox clutched tight at his elbows in each paw, teeth grit tight, his breath drawing in a rasp through that cage of fangs as that rod swelled dangerously, his hips giving a single, insistent buck, as though confident he was fucking some wondrous, invisible creature. His fur bristled, and that white rod was stained blue all down the front from his constant leakage, his balls slowly drawing tight-- and-- Lith's eyes widened as that pale knot did in turn, perhaps taking a hint of a blue tinge of its own as it began to fatten into a formidable sphere, fit for laying claim to even the loosest bitch.

Slowly, dreadfully slow, the kitsune spared a paw, reaching down, his breath ragged as his knot pulsed and swelled, his entire shaft visibly ready to burst any second. Lith had felt that sensation-- that moment when flesh becomes steel, unstoppable in its mission to penetrate and deliver its payload, but he'd never seen it unfold in such explicit detail before his eyes, where he could watch every pulse, see each subtle ripple roll from base to tip. That icy blue paw, flecked with slivers of white, carefully pressed a single thumb to the back of that fitful, seething creature and directed its furor downwards-- with a careful roll of his hips, his breath tight, shallow, and ragged, he aimed with exceeding care.

One more deep, sudden gasp, and a rope-- a veritable winding, violent stream of solid blue collided with the inner wall of the glass, very nearly knocking it over. The fox' aim was impeccable, but the spray still speckled the table all around with vibrant pin pricks of opaque blue. A second shot wound from him, not a single pulse so much as an outpouring, a river barely cut off for half a second between outbursts. The glass was half full. Spurt after spurt loosed from that pale cannon, until the glass overflowed with deep blue cream. At that moment, the fox drew one more heavy breath, shuddering heavily, and his shaft loosed perhaps one or two more loose, diminutive globs before easing into a heavy, silent throb, knot sitting fat and smug atop its sheath. Nara sighed heavily, shoulders rolling to shrug off the tension as his fur gradually settled.

A rather pleasant smile. "Paws-free." He daintily wiped the excess cream from around the edge of the glass with the finger of one paw, and lifted it with experienced care in the other as he licked that finger clean. Lith could only stare, his paws vaguely folded over the tent in his pants. The strangest part --or at least, the detail that he seemed to fixate on this moment, dreamily-- was that the scent, the musk filling the room wasn't... right. He'd smelled his own seed, and more than he could fathom of hers, and the horse's as well, but this... he could only just attach this scent to that which he knew of cum. More than anything else, it smelled like... what... ice cream? He blinked in silence. Yes... from the smell, if that stuff were white, he well might have thought it was melted vanilla ice cream. Sweet, with just a hint of that familiar saltiness...

"So..." The fox saw fit to break the silence at last, still smirking softly. "Was I right?" His eyes twinkled as he brought the glass to his lips for a slow, careful sip. Lith shivered before he realized it. What? Oh... wait, what?

"Right...?" He finally managed to push out the word, faint, small in this strange, new room.

The fox took his time about finishing his drink, leaving the glass with a comfortable margin for its strange contents to slosh around. "I'd bet that you've never seen my trick before... was I right to say so?"

He certainly was, Lith knew at once. He'd gotten hard on his own easily enough when something arousing like this was going on (he needed only look down for evidence of that) but... stimulation to orgasm, without so much as a touch, from one's own paw or another? It has been clear by the point Nara had actually touched himself that he was very much on the edge, and his paw had aided in nothing beyond aiming such that the glass was that rod's recipient rather than Lith. It had been... an incredible, and unique show. "Ah... yes." A hint of his surprise slipped into the word, lending it strength to sound embarrassingly fervent, despite his hesitation.

The fox chuckled richly at that. "There, now. If nothing else, there's a reason right there I'm different from the schlubs you've been dealing with, hmm?" He smirked lightly, stepping around the table casually. "And if you'd like another, well..." He hefted his glass to the feline, letting that fragrant vessel drift within mere inches of his nose. "Care for a taste?"

His lips parted, perhaps to speak, but they hung, as if ready to drink. Yes. He was almost painfully curious as to the taste of this concoction-- cum, that smelled so wondrously sweet? Literally, sugar sweet? He loved the taste of her seed, but that wasn't really sweet, so much as-- fulfilling. But this? As though his balls produced candy. It was preposterous, yet addictive, even as a mere concept. But... this was the seed of another man. A-a strange man, that had pulled him into his car before he could say no, and... He swallowed, managing to work up just enough self-respect to murmur, "nno, thank you."

A soft, knowing smile. The fox simply leaned close, dipping his finger in the goo, and reached up, smearing the musky stuff across the feline's lower lip. Lith gave a soft squeak, but he hadn't even tried to move away. His cheeks burned, but before he could stop himself --reflexively, yes, a reflex-- his tongue darted out, across his lips. His eyes slipped shut a moment, a soft whine in his throat. It was cum, alright. But it was undebatably sweet. Sweetness and salt merged together in a flavor that was not the heavy, searing warmth of a living being's pleasure sliding down his throat, but something that he could well expect to be rolled out at a fast food place as a dessert. It wasn't all that sweet or all that amazing a taste on its own, but the instant that the thought of this substance gushing forth from that pulsating cock slipped free of the constrains of his mind, it was abruptly, incredibly delicious. It wasn't fair.

A shaking paw grasped at the glass, and when the fox' fingers loosed from it, it sloshed over his thumb before he could bring it to his lips. Sweet. It spread on his tongue, heavy, still warm, that salt, that musk still clinging to the underside of his tongue, still filling his nostrils, but it was so... delectable. Yes. The glass tilted back, and he swallowed, cheeks searing hot as thick gulps sounded in his ears. His pants were unbearably tight, and shamefully, he spared a paw to clutch at the denim, pulling it up, making room for his own fitful arousal as the glass, all too soon, emptied against his lips, only a thin snake of blue sliding slowly, reluctantly to his wide-open mouth. He realized his tongue was lashing up the inside of the glass-- and he finally found enough control to put this spectacle to an end. There wasn't any left, anyway.

The glass descended from his lips, and he swallowed once more before panting out, quietly. It took him a moment to become aware, again, of the fox standing over him, smiling smokily, his impressive tool proudly overlooking the disposal of its produce. Barely a foot from the feline's face. The wash of shame at the thought followed closely enough to hold him in place before he did something rash. Lith's eyes tore upward, away, anywhere, and found Nara's own. He managed a soft mewl. A plea, too shameful to be put into words, that the feline's weakness of these last few moments be stricken from the record, forgotten for the sake of what little dignity he held claim to. There was a sympathetic curve to the fox' smile, but his eyes were as devious as ever.

"Here, now..." His broad smile was audible. He took the glass with one paw, the other landing delicately on the feline's leg, near that denim pyramid the cat couldn't will away. "I think you're enjoying yourself after all... What say... I give you a few lessons, hmmm?"

And that was how Lith found himself stumbling into the kitsune's bedroom, that peculiar taste lingering on his tongue, his pants unbearably constricting, and a warm presence looming against his back with every step. Some part of him was confused, dismayed at how quickly his defenses, his sense of decency was dwindling before the quiet yet implacable surge of shameful desire. He glanced back at the smiling fox drawing close behind him at the edge of the bed. Well, it was true that this one was cuter than most, and quite confident in himself... his cheeks flushed even as he tried to berate himself. Was that all that it took for him to drop trou? Was he such-- speaking of trousers, his pants were slipping down.

Giving a squeak, the feline reached for the garment, but it was already sliding down his thighs to his knees, his briefs along with. "You won't need these," the fox murmured lightly into his back, "only this." He straightened and gave Lith's rear a firm squeeze in one paw, a breath of a chuckle in his throat.

The feline drew a shaky breath, that sudden touch at once alien, a strange paw touching him in a rather sensitive place, and yet rather familiar. How many times had the dragon squeezed him there, as if appraising the tenderness of her meat before a meal? Yet, it held a visceral communication-- desire. His cheeks bloomed with color as he realized the pleasure it seeded in his mind, to feel even this strange new paw fondling him. A quiet sound trickled from his throat, somewhere between a mewl and a moan.

A dark chuckle answered him, puffing warm on his shoulder as the fox leaned close-- and hot flesh alighted on the upper cleft of his rear, laying a wet kiss just below his tail. "Up on the bed now, little kitty."

It was massive and nearly square, the sheets a dark red satin that whispered under his paws as he crawled on. Finding himself so readily on all fours, his tail up and his rear pointed at that smirking fox, Lith's cheeks warmed till they nearly matched the sheets, but he crawled up proper, finding his arms just a little shaky under him. The bed shifted with new weight, and he found himself tilting slightly backward, toward the vulpine as he shifted in between Lith's feet, his belly catching at the feline's swiping tail. His ears flicked back at the man, this stranger he found himself offering his rear to, a tingle of desire running through him, compelling him to go on despite the shaky fear and confusion rattling about in his mind. His ears tracked the fox squarely, but he couldn't bring himself to turn his head, to look at the man whose legs pressed snug up behind and between his.

Hard flesh pressed in firmly between his cheeks, a couple fingers resting on one cheek, likely to guide the creature burrowing in to nudge at that little pucker Lith had learned so many new things about lately. A heavy sigh rolled from the fox as they touched-- as if it was the very first moment of contact between them: cockhead to tailhole, a sudden connection of the most tender points in the body. Lith could feel every pulse push against him, and he bit down on his lip, squelching a moan before it could begin. The kitsune's breathing was drawing sharp and irregular, he realized-- and he peeked over his shoulder to find Nara panting, open-mouthed over him, his eyes foggy as he pulsed against him-- and a sudden gush of hot, thick seed caromed against his half-spread pucker, a thick glob of warm goo suddenly soaking inside him as the extra roiled over the head of that cock to drip down the insides of his cheeks. It was over just as suddenly, leaving the feline gaping a moment, shivering at the peculiar feeling.

Chuckling softly, Nara drew a slow, deep breath, and released it in a sigh. His abrupt orgasm had ended, and he was still twitching hard-- the tip rolled and nuzzled around his pucker, massaging in the goop with slowly building pressure. A quiet moan swelled in Lith's throat as the head nuzzled in harder and easily pushed him open, his tailhole yielding to that pressure with barely a twitch. And just like that, it was sliding into him, firmly stretching his tailhole wide open to swallow a hot, twitching canine cock. Lith's head fell to hang between his close-drawn shoulders, wet little moans and sighs slipping from him as that beast glided in between his cheeks. Cum lube, of all things! They'd only barely started, and yet... It was almost effortless, and the fox smuggled himself deep in that tight ass with a luxurious sigh. He wasn't as ridiculously large as the two he'd taken so far, but he was certainly larger than Lith himself, and he still felt a warm, luscious strain along his insides as that rod buried deep in his gut. The ease with which this slicked cock buried to the very hilt in him was suddenly so very reminiscent of his experience just moments earlier: the thought, is this what sex can be? Something this... easy?

Paws spread on his belly and pulled at him gently, levering the feline up on the fulcrum of his stuffed rear to lean back against the kitsune's chest. "Now," the fox murred over his ear, "we'll see how well along you are on firing off on your own, hmm?" He smiled widely, kissing the base of the feline's ear, paws rubbing in slow circles over his stomach. "There's just one rule..." one paw wandered down and slipped off his hide to hover before him, pointing a finger at the twitching, pink hardon rearing up before the two of them. "No touching this." His pointing finger drew in, pointing emphatically at that tip, and for a moment, Lith thought he'd give it just a little touch, and the head seemed to tingle in readiness, a moment of utter sensitivity... but the finger hovered just barely an inch over him, before withdrawing. The fox chuckled and ground slowly against his rear, a thick throb rolling up the feline's insides. "No matter what. Got it?" The feline swallowed, and gave a quick little nod of his head. Humming slowly, the fox pressed tight to the feline's back, and slowly pressed him down on all fours again under him. "Good..." He murred low, arms drawing up close around the cat's chest as he dragged and ground in a fresh stroke.

A high, shaky moan pulled from the feline, his breath shuddering under each firm blow of those white-furred hips to his rear, the feel of Nara so suddenly and easy rutting at him, bouncing off his ass firmly despite the straining, dragging size of that tool, sent waves of confused yet wondrous pleasure up his quivering form. His ears pinned back, his mouth hung open, and his fingers slowly bunched up in the sheets as his legs spread. He was rocking shyly to push back against each blow, that constant push of pressure against his depths, shoving all around the depths of his belly with that thick tool, he glutted himself with it. Already, his own lil pink shaft hung drooling happily, whipping little strings of precum this way and that as it swung back and forth under him, often loosing a fresh gush when the kitsune's heavy balls swung in to bounce square against his.

Nara's breath was rolling hot over the feline's back, his entire body rolling smoothly to bury deep in the kitty's slicked insides, constantly changing pace on the kitty just as he'd get used to it-- long, resounding strokes breaking into a few intense moments of deep, rapid rutting, until his hips held buried, grinding around in odd patterns, looping this way and that to churn up the feline's guts before slowly pulling and rolling into a sinuous, sensual fucking, leaving the feline panting out desperately and struggling just to clench tight around him, to hold onto this mischievous hunk of flesh working tirelessly at his ass. But he was too slick, too powerful, and yet, all he could do was clutch harder at him, drawing quivering tight, tail curling around the kitsune's waist as his breath drew heavy and desperate.

It wasn't that he'd never blown his load without getting direct attention-- there had been several times that she'd rutted him until he found himself making a mess without even realizing it, though he might have been grinding against sheets or an armrest or some such as well. By the way Nara clutched at him when his moans rose, though, pulling the quivering kitty upright once more, folding both his little paws up in the vulpine's blue fingers, this certainly seemed more of a... feature, than a side effect, to him. Lith found himself blushing brightly, breathy, broken moans seeping from his chest as his cathood twitched fitfully before them, the fox staring over his shoulder at it, panting hot into his neck as he drove stroke after deep, grinding stroke into his ass. They rocked together vehemently, the drive of the kitsune's hips rocking Lith's forward, their entire bodies swaying and shaking together as the fox clutched both their paws to the swelling, falling black of the cat's chest. Lith found himself hoping he would fulfill the fox's desire, but it seemed he'd have little trouble: the base of that thick, white cock prodding the inside of his belly was starting to swell ominously, the full engorgement of his knot soon pushing his insides deliciously taut and locking that thick, throbbing hunk of meat inside him.

Lith bit down tightly on his lip, but the heavy moan rolled right through as he ground back, the delicious feel of that shaft swelling with throb after potent throb in promise incensing his needs, his deepest lusts. The feline found himself grinding back into the kitsune's hips hungrily, panting out, rolling his hips in wide gyrations to grind that knot around the depths of his ass, to push a subtle swell from side to side in his otherwise smooth belly, his eyes clouded as he mashed that thick rod greedily into his button. I-if Nara wanted him to blow his load, then he could just... a little... The vague swim of rationale in his mind slowly melted into ecstasy and desire as the fox moaned into his ear, meeting his grinds, balls drawing tight and heavy against his cheeks. He could feel the final, powerful pulse, the harbinger, and he clamped down around that pillar of flesh, driving his ass tight to Nara's hips-- and cried out, finding himself firing off, cream arcing high before him in the very moment that sweet, liquid warmth flooded his bowels.

Paw in paw, shivering and crying out together, they came in damned near perfect unison, though from the shuddering rush of pressure and warmth swelling in his middle, the fox was likely a deal more productive than Lith, even if he himself was making quite a mess of the sheets and a bit of the wall. Erratic blasts of seed spread across almost half the bed before he finally began to relax, giving a thick, shuddering sigh-- and lapsing into a purr-stained moan as the fox persisted, grinding tight to his rear to fill and fill him. Lith slumped back into the fox, relaxing, letting his breath wind out of him slowly, if faltering with the slow shivers now and again as he wrung tenderly at that pulsing fox dick buried inside him.

Nara's tight, erratic pants gradually eased over him, and his tight, straining embrace eased into a warm hug. "Well now, you're a natural, aren't you? Look at all that." He snickered softly and gave the feline's neck a nibble. Lith mewled, blushing and eying the mess he'd made. It did look like an awful lot-- that had all come from him? It was a little hard to believe, but the dull ache of his balls told him he'd summoned nearly every drop he had. His head swam and his eyes were fluttering shut, and when the two slowly toppled to the bed together, snuggled up close on the clean half, he barely had time to roll into a thick purr before sleep, warm and content, rolled over him. The kitsune chuckled quietly, stroking over the cat's head a moment as he relaxed in turn. "Well, good night, then..." He smirked a bit sleepily, eyes slowly slipping shut, though he was already dreaming of what he would do to this cute little cat next...