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Dream a Little Dream of Me

By Von Krieger

"This whole thing sounds stupid, Vicks." Kyle slurred a bit, having sobered up a touch while his... his... housemate? That wasn't quite right, since Vicks was the owner of the large residence in which Kyle and a dozen other college students lived in. Landlord also seemed a bit too formal. It was yet another one of a seemingly endless series of things about Vicks that was hard to pin down.

Everyone seemed to have a different nickname for the man who was currently digging through a linen closet for something to use as a blindfold. Then again if Kyle had been named Ignacio Vickers Fawkes III, he supposed that he'd leap at the opportunity to be called anything BUT that. Ivy, Fawkes, Guy, Vicks, you could probably write a book on Vicks' nicknames and their various meanings and symbolisms alone. It would probably take another volume to accurately sum up the man himself. He was... well... Vicks was Vicks. He was just so... likeable. Even if he was more than a little flamboyant and his sexuality could be determined at 100 yards by a blind man from the usual choice of attire alone. Very vibrant, very bright, often very clashing.

"Don't be silly!" Vicks said with a giggle, taking a pale blue pillowcase out of the closet, holding it up and comparing it to Kyle, sitting on the sofa in the library, which actually more served as a storage room than a repository of knowledge since the invention of the internet.

Vicks shook his head, setting his pigtails into flight, "No, definitely not your color."

Kyle just sighed and let Vicks continue as he finally finished his original thought. Vicks was actively digging through a linen closet looking for something to use as a blindfold for some sort of "sensation therapy." It sounded absolutely insane and more than a little bit silly. Though it had been working thus far. It had taken Kyle's mind of last weekend's breakup with his now ex-girlfriend for a few minutes.

Damn it, now he was thinking about it again! It was the reason that Kyle had spent most of the week in a drunken stupor. It just hurt to think about, and now he'd prodded at the whole situation and made the pain flare up again.

"I don't see how a blindfold and a box of props is going to make me get over the worst day of my life!" Kyle sighed, directing a distrustful eye at the large cardboard box marked "Girly Things." Mainly since about three quarters of whatever Vicks was wearing on a particular day could be described as girly things. Today it was a pair of jean shorts and a mid-riff baring t-shirt, both of which seemed more painted on than actually worn.

"No one ever does! But trust me on this, by the time I'm done you're going to feel so much better, like a whole different person! Ah, now here we are!" Vicks said, holding up what looked to be an orange and purple zebra-striped bandana. "I think it has enough pizzazz to make all the hurt about this whole thing go away! Now have you started picturing things yet?"

"No. This is totally ridiculous. I'm getting an engineering degree, making myself an imaginary friend sounds stupid, and an imaginary girlfriend just sounds kind of sad and pathetic," Kyle said, crossing his arms and scowling on the sheet-covered sofa. That bit of bed linen was also brightly colored and sporting a pattern, this one leopard spots on a pink background. Why Vicks had chosen to keep the dust off the rather comfortable leather sofa with this thing rather than a plain old white sheet was beyond Kyle. Maybe it hid stains better, or something?

"Just do it just this once, for me? Please?" Vicks inserted about seven extra syllables into the middle of the pleading word.

"It's silly!" Kyle insisted.

"It may be silly, but I'm telling you right now it works! You'll be a whole new man once we're done! But I'll make you a bet! Either you end up totally forgetting about that cheating hussy in the first place, or I'll pay your rent to YOU for as long as you end up staying here. Deal?"

Kyle thought about it for a few moments and he was sure he had to have misheard Vicks, or that he had misspoken or something. "So not only do I live here rent free, but you're going to actually pay me to stay here?"

"Yup! That is exactly what I said!" Vicks said with a chuckle, brushing a few strands of his long, blonde hair out of his face.

Renting out rooms of the large house, or a small mansion, seemed to be in part income generation and in part method of attracting potential romantic liaisons. It seemed split down the middle between normal college students drawn by the low rent and half somewhat less flamboyant, but no less obviously gay individuals, who were also mostly college students drawn by the low rent.

Kyle was absolutely sure that his sexual interests involved one and exactly one male in the relationship, that being himself. Vicks and the more... colorful housemates didn't make a big deal out of things, or do anything to make Kyle uncomfortable. He hadn't been hit on one time in the semester he'd been staying in the oddly named "Trickster Manor," which Vicks swore up and down was named that because his grandfather had made a fortune manufacturing and selling novelty products.

For the area, the rent at Trickster House was cheap, but a few hundred dollars a month extra would be a nice thing to have. Less student loans he would have to take and pay back. Yeah, not having to dig himself deeper into debt to get an education would be really nice. It was worth putting up with something weird, like putting on a blindfold, imagining your dream girl, and feeling up some items. Probably like a wig or some fake boobs or something. Like a quasi-erotic Halloween game, but without the grapes and hard boiled eggs masquerading as eyeballs.

"Okay, fine. I'll do it," Kyle said a little reluctantly. It still felt weird.

Vicks flashed a toothsome grin. "Awesome!" he said, looking like he was about to jump up in the air and do some sort of cheerleader victory pose. "I'd say I'd kiss you for that, but I have sworn to stay away from the dark side of the gay." Vicks had a rather detailed personal philosophy regarding his sexuality that contained a great many Star Wars references and the occasional bit of mysticism. Though if Vicks could use magical powers to get rid of the heartache Kyle was feeling at the moment, it didn't matter what you called it. Though if nothing else, Vicks would have provided a bit of humor lightening up Kyle's day.

"Okay, so, blindfold!" Vicks said, handing Kyle the bandana, already folded, and then took a seat on the opposite end of the sofa, next to the box.

Kyle shook his head and sighed again, and then tied the bandana around his head in a manner that it would cover his eyes. "I really don't see how putting a blindfold on and rubbing my hands over a wig is supposed to make me feel less horrible."

"Of course you don't see, that's the whole point of the blindfold, silly!"

That drew a chuckle out of Kyle. "Okay, so how do we do this?"

"Just sit back, relax, picture the things I ask you about in your head. Respond and be honest with your answers. It's your imagination, not mine. But we're making you your own dream lover, so if you have nightmares about this, it's going to be so totally your fault! Now just relax, breathe deeply, and focus on my voice, okay?"

Kyle drew in a deep breath, some sort of perfume or body spray or something tickling his nose. Definitely something Vicks was wearing. It wasn't overpowering or anything, so Kyle pushed it out of his mind.

"Just picture the things I ask you to picture, keep your thoughts focused on that thing and that thing alone. Just relax, narrow your focus. Keep your thoughts on the rails I'm setting up for you. We don't want a derailment, those tend to be messy and very often really fun, but we're just trying something out here. So let's start out with the hair. What do you envision the absolute pinnacle of loveliness having for length of hair?"

"Mmm, long, longish? I'm not sure?" Kyle said, trying to picture a hair length and style in his mind.

"Keep focusing on that, we've got many options here. We can spend as long or as little as you want on these. I'm going to hold out a few things for you to feel, okay? Just tell me which one feels right, okay?"

"Okay." Kyle said, nodding and reaching out with a hand.

"I'm going to scoot over a bit so that I can move your hands to the touchy-feelies, okay? That's okay? Me touching you like this? I don't want to make you uncomfortable by touching you, and don't want you to be embarrassed by not being able to find something. So that would be okay, right?"

"Right," Kyle agreed, feeling Vicks gently guide his hand with his fingertips until they found silky smoothness.

"So run your fingers through the hair here. See how nice it feels. Soft and wonderful. Now just run your fingers down, down, down and tell me how the length feels, if we need to go longer, shorter, or a different hair texture entirely."

Kyle did as he was told. The wig seemed to have... what? Somewhere between six inches and a foot worth of length? It felt too short, like his fingers expected there to be more hair to go through and kind of ached a teensy-tincy bit because of it.

"Longer. Lots longer."

"Mmm. Let me take a look in here. Let's start with something less physical while I'm looking, okay? I bet that your ex was a bit too different, yeah? Some clashing about hobbies and tastes?"

Kyle nodded again as Vicks went through the box. "That's where it started, actually. The big blow up. She hated anime and thought it was childish."

"That horrible harpy shrew!" Vicks said, gasping in astonishment, "So obviously we should start with you, but with a bit more of a girlish personality, I'm sure."

"Yeah, that would be great, wouldn't it? Someone who shared all my interests and hobbies and would understand about video games and anime and stuff."

Vicks chuckled, "Okay, now you feel yourself drifting and floating. You're not sitting on a couch. You're floating up and over all your troubles and stresses. Just float gently. You don't need anything but your hands and your ears right now. So let everything else just slip away, let it feel soothingly numb. Can you do that for me? Just let everything else float away."

"Soothingly numb," Kyle repeated, doing his half-drunken best to concentrate on what he was told. He could barely feel the couch underneath him. But it was a pretty comfy sofa to begin with. It was like floating on a fluffy cloud already.

"Now you're running your fingers through her hair. Not a wig, this is her hair. Picture that in your mind, running your fingers through her hair."

Kyle drew in a deep breath, his fingertips brushing against the presented wig.

"No, no, no! It's not a wig, remember! Run your fingers through it in the way you'd like someone to caress it, if it were your hair."

Another deep breath, the whole focusing and numbness seemed to be working. Kyle's hand moved in a subtly different fashion than before. Nice, soft, and so very, very long. That felt perfect, though he wasn't quite sure how long it was. He imagined himself in the dark by his unseen dream woman, stroking her, and her hand reaching out and caressing him in return. Oh that would feel so nice.

"What color is her hair?"

"Umm... maybe a sort of reddish brunette?"

Vicks clicked his tongue at Kyle, "Dream girl, remember? You've got your imagination as the only limit. You can have any color of the visible light spectrum, maybe even beyond that if you want her to have infrared or ultraviolet hair for some reason. Maybe to have bumblebees and butterflies going "Damn, she's hot!"

Kyle found himself smiling, despite all that had happened. It did feel a bit like his burden of emotional wreckage had been lifted somewhat.

"Red, then. Actual red. Fire-engine red."

"Like something out of an anime. A perfectly natural hair color there. Do you think with liking anime and manga and stuff that your girl would be into... what's that cute guy on guy stuff called? Yaoi?"

Kyle actually laughed, "Yeah, she probably would. After all, I've read my share of... well, girl in a relationship with another girl. So yeah, I bet she would."

"She'd have to give me a reading list, or let me borrow some of hers, do you think?"

"Yeah, she'd share. I bet you two would have some long conversations about the cuteness of guys."

"So would you go with the pale complexion that usually goes with red hair? Pale?"

"Pale. Very pale. Light, creamy skin. No blemishes, no freckles or anything like that. Just perfect, flawless skin. If it's a fantasy, why not go all out?"

The discussion continued for a little bit, with Vicks and Kyle discussing height, build, weight, a few other features. Kyle found himself focused totally on the sensations he was given; Vicks' voice, and the bits of clothing he was handed. A soft t-shirt, a pair of well-worn, hip hugging jeans. It did feel like he was drifting and floating, not quite asleep and not quite awake.

"So what else would she wear? A nice, plain t-shirt and jeans to accentuate her curves? Anything special? Anything you'd see her in and just be overcome with desire? What would she wear that would pull out the animal lust in you?"

"Sexy boots," Kyle replied without a moment's hesitation, "What are they? Leather? Latex? They go up the leg pretty far and have platforms and heels."

"They'll make her ass look fantastic, I know that for sure."

"Oh yeah. Great ass, wonderful hips..."

"Mmhmm! So what would her opinion be on oral? I can tell you from experience that it feels so good, but you might not be into that sort of thing. Plain old vanilla sex for you, or something a bit more spicy?"

"Definitely spicy!" Kyle agreed. "Since she's a fantasy, I'd... I'd... well it wouldn't be something you'd say politely. But I'd want her to just love and adore cock. Anything to do with it. But... classy, kind of? Not like a total whore or anything, just a bit..."

"Monogamously slutty?"

"Well, no, not quite," Kyle said, feeling a not entirely unexpected sensation rising up in his nethers. "Other girls," Kyle said, blushing a bit. "And um... maybe other guys too." He couldn't hold back an involuntary lick of the lips. For some reason that image, of his dream girl with another dude seemed pretty damn hot, hotter than making out with another chick for some reason.

"So just slutty in ways you'd find hot and with permission given. Do you think she would have fur?"

The sudden change of topic pulled Kyle immediately out of the half-aroused state he found himself in. "Fur?"

"There's animal people in those animes, after all. It's your imagination, after all. Here, pet her for me. Perfectly smooth and soft creamy fur, white as snow."

Instead of the flat sample of fur or faux-fur Kyle expected, his mind seemed to fill in the gaps, turning the prop into an actual arm, soft and furry. Boy, did it ever feel good.

"Mmm, yeah. Maybe a cat-girl or something."

"Or maybe she's a cousin of mine or something. Say a fox from the Fawkes family?"

"Heh. A foxy fox from the Fawkes family."

Vicks giggled, a rather pleasant sound to Kyle's ears. "So what would our foxy femme-fox do for you if she wanted to cheer you up? Dress up in some tight, slutty clothes for you? Imagine that you're her. What would you wear to cheer yourself up? What would be arousing for you to wear and your lover to see?"

Kyle thought about it for a few moments, assembling the picture of his vulpine dream girl in his head. "She'd wear..."

"Nuh uh, uh!" Vicks scolded, "You're her now. What would tell me what you'd be wearing."

"I... I..." Kyle's breath caught in his throat as his mental picture subtly shifted, the image he had in his mind becoming more vivid and vibrant, more realistic. "I'd wear a pair of nice silk panties, red to match my hair." His libido was back and fully in command with a throbbing erection.

"Good, very good, that's perfect," Vicks said, moving Kyle's hands to the prop wig again. Kyle brushed away the hair, as if it were covering his own face. He could feel the silken, stray strands up front and organized them nicely.

"A sexy schoolgirl outfit. Black shiny skirt, long enough to leave things to the imagination, and short enough to inspire the imagination."

"Here, feel the skirt."

Once again Kyle's hands were coaxed into position where he felt a smooth, sleek, slick garment.

"Now put it on."

"Put it on?"

"You're standing there with nothing but your red silk panties, after all."

"Ooh, r-right." Kyle said, a bit embarrassed. He was really getting turned on by all of this. And weird as it was, maybe from his member leaking pre a bit, his own undergarments felt a bit smooth and silky. He imagined himself pulling the skirt on, sliding it up his bare legs.

Wait. That... that didn't seem right. He ought to be either a furry fox-woman or a normal guy in jeans. But oh did the skirt ever feel good, it seemed to virtually cling to his cock as it made a tent in the latex garment.

"And your top."

It was all Kyle could do to keep from moaning as he accepted the skimpy shirt, slipping his arms into it and tying it at his chest, leaving his midriff exposed. Oh that felt so much better. Now he didn't feel quite so naked. He couldn't help but run his hands over himself, feeling his sexy schoolgirl outfit.

"Good girl," Vicks virtually purred, and Kyle felt a strange surge of conflicting emotions. He was totally a guy, but he was pretending to be a girl right now. It was all so confusing having two sets of conflicting self-images in his mind at the same time. It was so hard to keep things straight with his cock aching and throbbing as it was. He wanted to touch himself so very badly, to pull out his pecker and start stroking. But as sexy as this was, this was supposed to be a therapy session. He shouldn't be masturbating openly like that.

"Mmm, you look like you're having some trouble with something, cutie pie?" Vicks purred.

"I... I... Vicks... m-my cock... I... I'm supposed to be a girl, it's kind of distracting," Kyle said, feeling himself go beet-red.

"Don't worry about it. There's no reason why you can't be a cute girl with a cock. That's the best kind of girl, in my opinion."

"B-b-b-but I..."

"That's a thing in those Japanese comics sometimes, isn't it? Girls with nice, big, suckable, throbbing cocks?"

Kyle's blush deepened and he tried to shrink away, to make himself less noticeable. "W-well yeah, but..."

"You're a cock-loving tricksy vixen slut," Vicks teased. "Wouldn't it just be so perfect to be a girl with a nice sexy fox dick? So beautiful and feminine, tricking all the boys into fucking her ass, letting her give them blowjobs, jerking them off? Getting them all tired and worn out so that they've got no strength to resist her when she decides it's her turn? Seducing them into loving cock just as much as she does?"

Kyle let out a soft little moan, curling up even deeper into a ball, trying to adjust his skirt so that it wasn't pulling quite so strongly on his cock. He could just picture it; him bent over a table with a cute guy's cock in his ass, milking his member to the best orgasms of his life and then... and then...

"This feels weird, Vicks. I... I don't think it'd be a good idea for my girlfriend to have a cock," Kyle protested softly.

"Why not? A girl with a cock of her own is going to know so much more about them. She'd be able to play with herself, practice on herself so that she can pleasure her boyfriend the very best she can. She knows what's going to feel absolutely wonderful. And best of all, no pregnancy scares or silly prophylactic management to get in the way of more hot steamy sex anywhere and anytime. Doesn't that just sound hot? Going for a walk in the park, seeing a cute guy that just makes you about to cream your panties right there, and then ducking off into the bushes and letting your girl suck you off. Doesn't that just make your mouth water, little girl?"

Kyle found he was forced to swallow a bit more often than usual. Mmm... swallowing.

"Now you need to put on your sexy boots so your outfit is done so you can be nice and sexy for your boyfriend."

Kyle shook his head, "I... I... I don't want to. I think I'm done with the ah..." he couldn't help but bring to mind of the image of a pair of sexy boots with the big slutty platform heels he liked. Before he knew it he'd reached out and grabbed them, pulling them on; delighted with their perfect fit and hefty weight.

"I think we need to name you, cousin," Vicks continued to whisper, voice soft, seductive, and positively gleeful.

"C-cousin?" Kyle murmured; feeling all the more confused.

"A foxy Fawkes fox, remember? I think Kylie suits you, cousin. Kylie Vickers Fawkes. You're a cute girly fox, so we you can have a nickname like mine. I'm Vicks, and to your dearest friends you can be Vicksen.

Kyle... Kylie shook his... her head, it was so hard to keep reality and fantasy apart, what was real and what was imagined.

"Now that you're all dressed up and we have time, why don't you show me what you'd do for your boyfriend, Kylie? Pretend I'm your boyfriend."

"But I don't... don't... don't want a boyfriend."

"Don't be silly, of course you do! You're not a lesbian, after all! You are a sweet girl with the infamously overactive Fawkes libido. Of course you'd have a boyfriend!"

Kyle felt like his head, and his OTHER head, were about to explode. He couldn't think very clearly, his body just demanding sex so very, very badly.

"Go ahead, Kylie, your boyfriend would certainly not mind you playing with yourself, after all. Any proper lover would find it wonderfully erotic. I know what you can do, since you're a cock-loving little cumslut. Why don't you put on a show and suck yourself off for your boyfriend?"

Oh. Oh my. Kylie just about erupted into her panties at the thought of that. She had to gulp several times to keep herself from drooling. She rolled back on the couch, hiked up her skirt, tugged down her panties, her flexible vulpine body twisting with ease to allow... allow... What was... what was wrong with her? There was something off, some strange gap in her mind that she couldn't quite fill.

"Mmm... boobs?" she murmured, her member tantalizingly close to her lips. If she was big enough she might be able to have a little fun tit-fucking herself as well.

"What about them, hun?"

"I... do I have them? H-how big are they?"

Vicks giggled, and Kylie found herself smiling a little bit, "Feel 'em, dearest cousin! Obviously! You are so thick in the head when you're horny, it's so cute!"

Mmm, she liked being called cute. She ran a hand over her chest, disappointingly flat. Or... or was it? She could feel just the slightest rise of flesh around her nipples, somewhere on the border between having no bosom at all and the very slightest, teensy-tincy bust. How could she have forgotten? They were the perfect size for being a tricksy vixen, helping to show to the cute guys that she was most definitely a girl. Even if she was a girl with a cock. A delicious aching cock.

With a soft sigh she slipped it between her lips, hungrily going to work on her aching girl-cock. Oh that was so much better now that she could suckle on it, going from the almost painful (but sexy) constriction to the soft, warm, wet confines of her drooling maw.

"There's a good girl. Now why don't you let your illusion fade away?"

"Mmm?" Kyle murmured, confused.

"Oh sweet, dense, hot and bothered cousin of mine!" Vicks giggled, "Did you forget how to turn off the illusion of being a plain old human and retake your true foxy form?"

"Mmhmm!"

"Well, maybe it will help if you take off that silly blindfold!

Kylie did so, pulling it off with one hand, the other caressing her balls as her body tried to buck and thrust, but could only make the tiniest of motions, bent in half as she was. She couldn't quite recall why she'd chosen to take on the form she'd had, but she must've had a good reason at the time. But now? Now it was being bothersome and getting in her way of a good time.

"Maybe you should take your cock out of your mouth and just lay back and let me do it for you, cousin?" Vicks said with a chuckle.

Kylie blinked and looked over at him, surprised at the way he looked. He was all foxy! Covered from head to toe in a pink-red coat of soft fur with a white underbelly. A number of thick, fluffy tails fanned out behind him. He smiled his cutest smile, his muzzle looking so terribly adorable. Kylie wasn't the only one with an aching member, as he too had decided to relieve the tension by freeing his manhood from his garments.

She licked her lips as she stared at it, the large, heavy balls covered with gorgeous white fur, the pinkness of his member as it exited his sheath. How had she managed to forget about that thing? Gods, it had to have been the cock she'd seen the second most often, after her own, of course!

She found herself of two minds about the situation. It felt too good to stop sucking herself off, but if she was bent in half and unable to think all day, she'd be stuck as a silly human until she managed to calm herself down. And that might take hours. Kylie managed to pull her cock free from her eager mouth, her body still trying to hold on to the pleasurable position, causing the parts of lips and prick to create an audible pop. She turn herself, sprawling out of the sofa, allowing Vicks to climb top her. She moaned softly as their members met and her human mouth brushed her cousin's muzzle.

"Here now, Vicksen," Vicks cooed. "We can't have your hair all caught up in netherspace. If you leave it in the there over night just imagine how terribly tangled it would get!" he scolded, running a leather-padded handpaw over her shortish hair. With a delicious tickle she felt her long, burning red locks fall free from the not-place they'd been stored. The sensations were delightfully ticklish as each strand elongated.

"There, that's much better already!" Vicks said, planting a series of little kisses on Kylie's cheeks and forehead. She sighed happily as the unfamiliar arrangement of muscle and bone gave way to the more feminine features that she knew she ought to have. She ran her tongue over her newly lush, full lips, shivering at the oversensitive sensation things had when they had just been altered into a new shape, or retaking an old one.

Her cousin's kisses trailed down her body, the unassuming masculine build she'd adopted fading back into the proper feminine shapes; smoother curves, fewer swollen muscles, and... oh! That dirty sneak!

Kylie let out a long, drawn out moan as her cousin "accidently" cold-nosed her cock. "Mmm, I'll stop right here for a bit if you can work your proper self out a bit further down. Try doing something with this deplorable flatness, will you? Let's see that cute bubble butt of yours!"

Mmm, cute bubble butt. Kylie had caught the gist of the feelings and sensations, so she had a pretty good idea of what to do. The template for her other form was already there, she just had to reach out and pull it into the real world. There was a little trick to it, if she could only remember!

There! There it was! Kylie sighed happily as she felt her rump expand, her waist narrow, and her backside filling with more than ample padding. That felt so much better; her panties, skirt, and shirt now all fit properly again.

Kylie arched her back as Vicks took her prick into his muzzle, a few little nibbles of teasing teeth and then her got to work with his wonderfully talented tongue, the head of her member rubbing deliciously over the ridges on the roof of his mouth.

Gods, her cock felt so wrong right now. That would be the next thing to go, or to come back, rather. She started with the sheath, letting her balls grow outward to their properly large, full, wonderfully caress-able state. Now her cock. Bigger. Bigger. Bigger. Let it fill he cousin's mouth, let the silly bitch choke on it!

Vicks didn't choke on it, of course! He was used to taking his cousin into his muzzle and far larger beyond that. Though she suspected that he was just the littlest bit jealous that she was bigger. Mmm, so big and wonderful. Kylie loved her cock the best out of all the cocks she'd ever been able to play with. After all, it was always there for her, hard, ready, and dripping whenever she wanted to wraps her lips around a nice warm prick. Whenever she craved to be covered in thick, rich cum her member was always there to deliver a starting load onto her eager body.

She sighed happily as the skin shifted and drew tight, the rounded head of her human prick narrowing and tapering to the very sexy vulpine point, taking on that perfect pale pink shade that seemed a mix of her hair and her fur.

Oh how she loved her cousin! Vicks was such a talented cocksucker. Maybe she would have to ask for a few lessons? She felt a little bit rusty. She was sure it would only take a few sessions before she was back to being in top blowjobbing form!

Oh gods yes, there was her knot! Her oh so sensitive, glorious, big, fat knot! And there were Vicks' fingers, rubbing her in just the right places.

Kylie began to pant, a sign that she was closer to her full on fox-form than the silly human guise she'd picked up for some silly reason that she presumed had made sense at the time. A long howl of pleasure tore free from her throat as her fur grew back in, like the sensation of her lengthening red hair multiplied by a billion. Oh gods, oh gods, and there were her tails! So long, soft, and floofy! One, two, three... only three? She should have more than that! Three tails was what a brand new kitsune with no great deeds of trickery to her name would have! She would have to find the rest later, or earn them back, or something. They weren't important right now.

What WAS important was concentrating on her face, the muzzle was always the most difficult part. It didn't hurt, of course, but if you did something a little bit off you'd have your senses scrambled for a week! You'd be tasting purple and smelling Beethoven's Fifth, or spend a good fifteen minutes sneezing as your sinuses misfired and you had the wrong mix of human and kitsune inside of your snoot.

Oh that felt so good! Her cock in her cousin's muzzle, and her own slowly stretching outward, human teeth reshaping to properly align the inside of a vulpine mouth. She massaged it with both hands, helping to ease the gentle ache of shifting muscle and bone. She shivered as a whole new world of olfactory sensation opened up to her.

And there were her ears again, proper triangular, fuzzy ears with the muscles to move them a bit, instead of those weirdly shaped flaps humans had. That was so much nice, better, sexier. Kylie felt like herself once again, like a properly slutty kitsune cumslut.

Kylie yelped as a sudden unexpected caress sent a bolt of pleasure lancing through her, just enough to bring her to the very edge of orgasm. Vicks, that naught little bitch! He knew that her tailhole was always sensitive once she'd brought her tails back, and it gave her a hair trig....

Kylie's brain decided that it didn't want to think anymore. It had more important things to deal with, like the sweet sensation of an over-sensitized fresh to a newly donned form enhanced orgasm. She could literally hear her balls tightening as she sent load after load of her seed into Vicks' naughty, naughty muzzle.

She could hardly do anything but pants and bask in the afterglow as her still-hard member dribbled and dripped the last of its liquid treasure onto her belly, her cousin crawling up to snuggle. Mmm, a sweet, delicious kiss, muzzle locking with muzzle, just as a proper kiss ought to! And with a generous load of sweet splooge stored in his cheeks to share.

Gods, Kylie was such a silly, cum-hungry slut. She loved her own flavor so very, very much, her long tongue questing to coax every last bit of it from her cousin's mouth and into her own. That felt so much better! But it had hardly blunted her libido or her hunger.

"Mmm, now that we've gotten you properly dressed, attired, and back to your proper fuzzy self, sweet Vicksen, I think we should introduce you to the rest of the family."

"Family?" Kylie managed through her slightly less lustful haze.

"Well, only a few proper kissing cousins, but all kitsune are family here in Trickster House," Vicks said with a giggle.

"Because naughty, hot, raging incestuous kitsune sex is the best sex!" Kylie replied with a twittering giggle of her own.

"You've got that right, sister!" the elder kitsune said, helping his cousin to her feet and giving her a playful swat on the bottom. Which was enough to set her off again; Kylie's knees failing her as she dropped to her knees, spilling her thick seed all over the carpet.

"Well, maybe I ought to bring them here and introduce them to you. If my naughty cumslut vixen Vicksen makes a mess..."

"...she ought to lick it up." Vicksen finished, licking her lips, eager for more cum, more cocks, and more hot gay kitsune sex.

Wait... a second. It couldn't POSSIBLY be gay! She was a girl, after all! Where had THAT silly thought come from?

The momentary hiccup in her mind was immediately forgotten as Kylie began eagerly lapping up the mess she'd made with her essence.

Mmm... so tasty.