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A Kitsune's Influence

Written by: TiranMaster

Jene sighed as he got home, tossing off his jacket onto a nearby chair as he ran his hand through his black hair. His tie hung loosely around his neck, looking like he'd just returned from a night on the town, but he could only wish that he'd had such a night. The asian man would fit right in with any anime cliché of an overworked workman, and honestly if he saw himself in a mirror, he'd agree. "Jene, welcome home, buddy!" Sitting on their couch was his best friend and roommate Len, a burly and slightly overweight man in his early thirties.

"Thanks, Len, how's it going?" Jene groaned. It was already nine at night, and god did it feel like it. He'd gone into work at 9 that morning, earlier than his usual shift, but his boss had him working some extra projects... real boring stuff really. He did accounting for a law-firm full of attorneys who had a habit of attempting to hide some of their money to get out from underneath tax laws, and honestly the man had grown weary of it. He'd had to tell them four times already this year alone that they had to cut it out, after all, they would get hit hard if they were audited.

The man just grinned wide as he shifted in the seat, allowing his friend a bit more room on the couch as Jene slumped onto the couch. "Not bad, got some work done on my novel. Real thought provoking stuff I think, you'll have to read it," Len said with a wink. Jene just gave him a stern look before chuckling, Len was no writer, he was a handyman with a decent amount of technical school under his belt. He'd fixed their TV plenty of times when it'd busted on them, and though he had a good amount of wit, he was no JK or RL. Len took a whiff of the air before waving in front of his nose, Jene looking at him as the other man gave him a distancing look. "You might wanna take a shower, Jene, you're smelling like ya drug yourself through a few gallons of sweat."

Jene took a whiff of himself and winced, he did smell really strong today... he didn't know why though, he'd taken his usual shower this morning. Every day he took one, and it'd keep him smelling daisy fresh until the end of the day, but today... he smelled like a man who'd hit the weights all day. Though that wasn't the only odd thing... he'd had a headache all day... lingering at the edges of his head, almost like a voice speaking into his head, telling him to leave work...

Before he could put too much thought into it though, the TV flashed to a news report, Len flicking through channels before stopping on one. On the TV it showed a mask, a fox of some sort, the reporter was announcing how some high profile man had recently uncovered it from a sealed tomb. Before Jene could hear too much about it though, his roommate flicked channels again... but for some reason the mask had Jene on edge, and he couldn't quite place why. "Oh, I forgot to mention, Jules called tonight. She said she's coming over tomorrow for a night between you two, so I'll be making myself real scarce for you two lovebirds," he chuckled. It had been a standing agreement that whenever one of the pair had their ladies over, the other would spend the night out, often paid by the other for their indulgence.

Jene smiled, it had been a few weeks since he'd gotten a night alone with Jules... and yet something didn't seem the same when he heard mention of his girlfriend... like a cooled flame. "Thanks for telling me, Len. I think I'm gonna head off to bed early tonight, I'm absolutely exhausted, and I have to shower up." With that he wished Len a good night, and slipped off into his bedroom, getting some clothes to change into for after he showered up. Standing in his room, Jene was digging through his wardrobe, pulling one after another open as he pulled a shirt out, some underwear, and... his hand paused over the third drawer, something in his head pushing him to open it... but he ignored the drawer before opening the fourth for some shorts. With that he walked out of the room to shower, his body still smelling strong as he slipped into the bathroom.

***

That night's dreams had Jene turning in his sleep, the man groaning softly as his dream self wandered into a japanese style building. The outside seemed simple enough, an old era wooden shack, but within was... shocking to say the least. All around were men everywhere, which in itself wasn't too odd, but they were all mystical creatures of some sort. Some tanukis with very large testicles poking out from underneath their kimono, a few tengu floating through, giving Jene sly smiles, and a kappa or two, dripping onto the floor unapologetically.

Inside of the dream Jene wanted nothing more than to leave... but his body wasn't having any of it, almost as if out of spite, he wrapped his arms around a Tanuki's neck, pulling him into a back room with himself. He pulled him into a private room where the tanuki pulled the curtain closed and faced him with a large smile, dropping his kimono to reveal the hardened cock throbbing between his legs. "My lord, I'm so honored you chose me... why don't you disrobe, and we can start?"

Jene was going to say no, but he didn't bother to reply, his body instead just tugged at the band around his waist and dropped his own yukata, revealing his own cock pulsing between his legs. Jene swore that something was wrong... but he couldn't place it, something about his body... about his cock... "Come here, boy," a deep voice chuckled. It sounded like his... but off, just a few hairs of it, and though he couldn't place it, there was a ring of familiarity to it.

The tanuki swayed towards him, showing off his large and rounded ass as he prepared to lean on top of his shaft. The man turned his head skywards as he prepared himself, and Jene found himself looking at a reflective surface on the roof... and he saw a fox reflected there. With that he jolted away with a scream of shock, his head aching heavily as he panted in concern... his cock pulsing hard beneath the sheets as he tried to shake the memory of the dream from his mind. He wasn't gay... and what was up with him being a fox of some sort?! What he didn't notice was that his body was smelling just as musky as it had before he had taken the shower, and it had only been a two brief hours since... but he soon went back to sleep before he could really notice.

***

Back at work the next day, Jene hardly noticed the odd glances he recieved from around the office. Because he'd taken a shower before sleeping last night, Jene hadn't bothered to shower, so he currently smelled like an overripe hippo in the sun. The lawyers in the office planned to complain to the boss, but whenever they started to speak up, they found themselves oddly satisfied... as if they couldn't say anything, or rather didn't want to.

Jene found them staring at him several times through the days, and found himself growing more and more irritable as a few of them gave him odd grins. Usually the lawyers just left him alone, honestly he preferred it that way as many of them were assholes, but today they seemed oddly interested in him. Quite frankly it irked him, and he thought about complaining... but he had tomorrow off, so whatever was wrong should likely be over and done with before he had any reason to really complain.

Sitting at his desk pouring over documents, Jene's head started aching again, it was only midway through his shift but the headache was quick to intensify even as he sat there. Bending over his papers, the man rubbed at his head as he tried to write out some reports... but it wouldn't decrease, even with medicine. His boss noticed his discomfort and soon approached, Jene scowling as he glared at the reports. "Is everything alright, Jene?" For some reason today the boss felt especially fond of Jene, his nose taking deep whiffs of the air as he stared at the surprisingly handsome young man, his face so pleasent to look at...

"Not really honestly. My head is killing me... do you mind if I head home early? I'll come in tomorrow if you want, but I can't concentrate on my work," Jene grunted. He had grown weary of all of the staring, and even the expression his boss had on his face was starting to creep him out.

"No need to come back tomorrow, take as much time as you want, head home and relax," his boss said with a dazed grin. Somewhere in the boss' mind he wasn't alright with his employee leaving so early, especially when there was stuff to be done... but Jene needed the time away... at least that's what he thought at that moment.

For a moment Jene paused at the words, but just nodded before he got up and clocked out, hand still rubbing at his head. The laywers in the office followed him with their eyes, all having an eerie smile on their face as he walked out. Jene was glad to be free, and he was soon driving home without another thought about work.

***

That night Len was out of the house, and Jene was resting in his room with his girlfriend... and he felt extremely awkward. He wasn't sure why, usually being in the same room as his beautiful girlfriend was great, he would be turned on like a car in high gear... but not tonight. His cock was completely cooled down, his heart running normally, and Jene found himself incredibly bored even as his girlfriend laid with her head on his chest. "Is everything alright, Jene? You've been really quiet tonight... and kinda stinky to boot," she said with a quick and joking fanning of her face.

Jules meant to be kind about it, honestly she didn't mind her man smelling a bit rugged... but tonight she found it a tad bit overbearing. Jene had been acting rather strange tonight though, they'd watching a movie, eaten food together, and were now laying in bed... probably steps away from stripping down for some nighttime fun. Jene didn't seem in it though, he'd talked to her as usual, but it wasn't lit up with the usual passion. The man that she loved seemed miles away, as if he were distracted... or uninterested. "Everything's alright," Jene grunted.

The man was honestly upset about this entire thing, feeling so dejected about not being able to get it up for his girlfriend as he usually would, but for some reason he couldn't put more feeling into how he really felt. In fact, Jene found it almost difficult to look at Jules, whenever he took a look at her, he felt an incredibly negative vibe flow through his boy. He wanted to explain to Jules that something was wrong, but he couldn't find the right words in his head without feeling like he'd be insensitive. "Sorry I can't get my dick up for you, you're turning me off right now in fact" didn't make for the best of discussion topics

Jules was starting to grow a tad bit irritated honestly, she wasn't here just for the sex, while it was a nice bonus, she liked her boyfriend acting like he actually cared. The man seemed bored though, and she was fed up with it as she lifted her head up, giving him a grimace. "Jene, tell me what's up. I love you, and I'm growing tired of this little game. Is there something you need to tell me?"

Finally Jene decided to work up his courage, Jules needed to know, needed to know that something was wrong with him and he couldn't figure out what. He opened his mouth... and somebody started talking through him, but it wasn't Jene. "Sorry, hun, but honestly... we're through. I've done some thinking, and realized that I can't just pin myself down with you. You're not that good looking, and I've just been using you to tide me over until I could find someone far better looking. Good news, I have." Every word was followed with a cool facial expression, every work punctuated with a cold look, and Jules' face went pale... and then livid as her mouth worked into a multitude of shapes.

"J... Jene... this had... better be a joke..." she hissed. Tears were welling up in her eyes, but that didn't stop rage from leaking into them as she balled up her fists.

Jene was panicking now, he tried to tell her that it was all a misunderstanding, but that alien presence was still in his body, and it continued speaking "Nope, sorry to tell ya like this, babe. I know we've had some good times, but I'm honestly tired of this whole charade. I'm sure you'll find another guy... probably someone more suited for your tastes," Jene said with a smirk.

Jules went silent before ripping away from the man, her hand clutching at her breast as she tried to hide the pain on her face... from the pain in her chest... She tried to say multiple things, rage... sadness... hurt. The women finally just clamped her mouth shut and grabbed her purse from a nearby shelf and walked out, surprisingly calm... until the door slammed shut behind her. Jene wanted to rush after her, to calm her down... but he didn't.

A cold sensation had run its way over Jene's body, a few thoughts starting to wrap into his head as he felt his eyes growing suddenly very heavy... exhaustion setting in. A growing realization sliding between his thoughts... but then he fell asleep, a slight aura glowing from the third drawer of his wardrobe as the man slid into a deep slumber

***

Jene found himself in the whorehouse once more, this time surrounded by several men... none of them with faces. In their place was instead blank masks, glinting in the light, nuzzling up against his body. He tried to push them away, shocked at his own control... but they wouldn't be pushed away so easily. Their bodies were muscled, adonises in their own right, white fur covering their entire form. Looking at them gave Jene shivers down his spine, too familiar... and a scent accompanied them, shocking him as he knew that he was dreaming. "Give up." A voice spoke from the other side of the room, in a dark corner, the shape within obscured by darkness.

"W... who's there?" Jene growled. He tried to see who hid within, and though he asked... he had a vague idea, a recollection that he was trying to push away. The hunks around him nuzzled into his body, rubbing up against his cock which currently stood erect between his legs. Pain echoed through him still from the breakup he'd just suffered, and yet... at the same time it was dulled by a new lust breeding within, one that called for a power that he was missing.

"Don't pretend you don't know, we both know that you are fully aware. Pretending is childish and..." The words cut off as Jene jumped up in his sleep, his cock painfully hard, his breathes fast and shallow. He'd bit his lip as hard as he could as he'd slept, trying to break whatever spell kept him under.

The man knew he had to stay awake, to avoid sleeping once more, he didn't want to face whatever lie within his dreams... but already he was becoming tired once more. Jene tried to get out of bed, but his body was numb, all of his muscles refusing to answer his call. "Len!" he called out. There was no response though, his friend must not've been home yet. "Damn it, please... someone!" he called out once more.

Jene's eyes were growing heavy though once more, the drawer glowing bright blue as power emanated from within, so strong that soon enough the man was sinking back into the cushions, his breaths slowing as he fell asleep. Outside of the room, within the living space, Len was sitting on the couch... his eyes were glazed over as he held up a pair of damp underwear in his hands. He didn't know why... but he couldn't stop, Jene's underwear from the previous night clutched tightly in his clutch.

The man tried to stop himself, he knew this was fucking weird... and very gay. Not that Len had all that much against gay people, but he'd never done something like this before, but he just couldn't stop. Len dug his nose into the overwhelmingly musky boxers, and took several deep whiffs, his hand rubbing his naked erect pole between his legs as he did so, cumming for the third time as he found his mind going blank with arousal as he licked the musky drawers next.

***

The dream resumed where he'd left off, the figure now standing in front of Jene though, and the only thing that Jene couldn't see was his face... but he knew what it was. "So rude, Jene, trying to escape me? Come on, just give in, we both know it's inevitable. Though we both know that Jene isn't your true name, it's a ploy... and you're realizing it now. There's hardly anywhere left for you to run, I have you in my grasp, and you can't escape."

"Fuck you! Leave me alone and get the hell out of my head," Jene growled. He blushed though as the other male rubbed his own erect malehood against Jene's, pulling in close, blurred face close to his as their muscled bodies grinded up against each other, cock painfully hard. Against his better judgement, Jene let out a pained whine of arousal as his shaft was grinded against by the other male rod, he hadn't been gay before... but this felt soooo good... so fucking right.

A hand ran over his face, cool... and yet hot at the same time, pulling him close... the illusion over the other face starting to fade... a sign of his power awakening already. "There is no escape for you, Jene. We're connected, whether you like it or not... and I'm going to have back what is mine. All you have to do is give in, cum... cum away all that weak resistance you cling to. Give in to me," the voice growled. For a moment Jene thought he was done, thought that he might give in right then... but he was able to pull out at the last moment, breaking off his thoughts... and woke up once more.

***

Jene's cock was achingly close to cumming as he woke up, the room now drifting with a cloud of musk, his body having grown larger as he slept. He knew why of course, but part of him still wanted to pretend he didn't... pretend that this was all one bad nightmare. When he sat up though he saw that he wasn't alone in his room, standing across from him was Len... and within Len's hands was a white mask. Only too familiar to Jene, his mouth turning into a fine line as his gaze moved over to the third drawer of the wardrobe, torn open and the protective seal on the inside broken thoroughly.

Jene's gaze turned back to Len, his friend's eyes were completely glazed over, his face turned into a big grin. His chest was soaking with cum, the juices flowing down into his bare pubes, shaft still hard even with the obvious copious amounts of cum. "What did you do to him?" Jene growled.

The mask grinned wide, a kitsune mask to be exact, blue markings on his face lit up with glee. "Me? I did nothing... well, not strictly true, but I didn't get him this way. Your musk did this to him, broke his little mind into pieces, enough for me to get a hold of him. After he was broken up, all I had to do was send him a few commands, and he retrieved me like a good puppet. Far easier than trying to argue with you for a few more hours," the mask chuckled.

"I won't return to you... I'm no longer just a Body, demon!" Jene growled. He sat up in his bed, noting how large his muscles had become... white fur starting to sprout already on his chest, even his nails taking on a blue tint.

His words didn't convince the mask though as he snickered, a cruel laugh, a marking upon his head gleaming with a blue shimmer... ?, a symbol that stood for beauty. Though Jene wanted to deny it, he knew what it meant as soon as he saw it, after all... it had resided on his head for a long time. He had been a Body for the kitsune for a long time, obedient, horny, and a host to the kitsune mask. The man had no memory of who he'd been before being a host, and honestly he didn't care who now, now he was Jene... a man created to protect the mask while waiting for... something.

The kitsune had only given him a name and a temporary set of memories, Jene had been around for about thirty years at this point, and whenever his mind had started to realize he wasn't aging... the mask had stepped in with a new mind wash, making sure the host was always unaware of his own existence. It was through these means that the mask had been able to get into the US without notice, using his human body to ferry him into the US while he was concealed with a presence concealer, allowing him to get past the customs mages without being spotted.

It had taken a little bit, but the memories had finally returned to Jene, allowing him to remember his true existence... but he had a life now. This damn demon couldn't steal it away from him, he wanted to stay human! "You have a body there, it's obvious that Len has been broken... why don't you use him?!" Such words hurt for Jene, after all the man had done nothing wrong... but Jene needed his life, he refused to return to being a simple Body, a golem to be used by the demon.

For a moment the demon mask was shocked by the man's rather cold demeanor... and then roared with laughter, eyes clenched tight in amusement as he laughed. "Such a cruel streak you develop when you're backed into a corner, Jene! Really that's quite cold of you... but no, even with Len being as he is, I won't let you get free. You don't remember... but you in fact are my original body. The body that belonged to me before I became a kitsune," the kitsune purred.

Jene's eyes widened in shock as he looked at the demon, that couldn't be... hadn't the mask always been a demon? It was a terrifying discovery... but something rang in him, something that told him that the kitsune was speaking the truth. "Now... I grow tired of this charade. You are my body, and as such... it's time to rid yourself of Jene. Body, cum out what remains of your temporary soul."

Jene tried to resist, but his body started acting against his will, even as he struggled to fight... but it was no use. His body threw off the sheets, revealing his nude form underneath, when he'd stripped he couldn't remember. Jumping to his feet, his hand wrapped around his already erect cock, starting to pump it hard as if to pump Jene away as fast as it could. "Please, stop this! I want to live, let me stay... I'll do anything," the man pleaded.

The mask's eyes glinted with a cruel humor as he grinned, watching the Body obey his commands. "Sorry, Jene, but I have no use of you. You were a temporary soul, a mere placeholder, and now that my plans are in motion... you are no longer needed. Rest assured though, your body... or rather mine will be put to very good use soon enough."

Already the first orgasm wracked Jene's body, the man's knees going weak as it proved to be a jarring one, his spunk flying through the air, splattering against Len and the mask clutched in his hand. The first orgasm suddenly cleared away a part of Jene's memories, his days at the laywer's firm... he couldn't remember what his boss looked like... or his coworkers' names... In response his body started growing larger, turning from the rather meager five foot six and growing to an impressive seven feet, muscles packing onto his body as the white fur started to spread. His stomach started to flatten out, Jene wincing as the sensations made his body tingle like mad. "No... I don't want this... I'm Jene Lidek, you won't take me away..."

Licking away the cum on his muzzle, sending the juices to places unknown, the mask just snickered. "No more fighting, keep jerking him away, Body." The command sped up Jene's jerking, or rather the body's, a disconnect starting to form between the man and his body as it started to take on a yokai's appearance. His nails were becoming more and more blue by the moment, extending out into a clawlike appearance, and even his musky body growing more and more odorous.

Another orgasm caused Jene to moan, his mind growing increasingly blank, his experiences with women... of being straight... of Jules faded. Some part of him ached in sadness, but he couldn't remember why, heck, even his last name failed him as the transformation of his body continued. His nipples grew larger as white fur spread around his chest, his shaft growing thicker in his hand alongside the fur growing around his body. The male's balls swelled larger as they swung behind his increasingly mammoth thighs, his voice growing deeper as he panted. His face started to fade as a white mask started to form over his features, a curve in it appearing vaguely fox-like.

Though Jene wanted to call out, to tell the mask to stop, some part of him found the thought rather useless... the Body part of him. It was coming to life, or rather taking control once more. "Horny, obedient, serve master." The words ran through Jene's head, the voice sounded rather similar to the mask's, likely as he was the kitsune's original body...

Jene felt desperate, trying to peel his hand off of his cock... but as his mind was fading, he felt the last of himself gathering up in the Body's balls... about to be shot out. The kitsune was indulging in the pools of cum currently overflowing him and Len, the male licking the juices off of his own lips as he gazed ahead with dazed eyes. "Goodbye Jene, I appreciate you taking care of my body... but now it's time for me to go and do important tasks. Body, shoot him out."

Body did so, orgasming out his cum once more, his body finally shaping up into a proper kitsune's body once more. A tail sprouting from above his muscled and furry ass, a blue tip swinging around as he stood proudly, his shaft dripping with cum as his master was soaked with his juices. A pair of ears on the top of his head twitched a few times as he basked in his orgasm, a new blank mask on his face glimmering in the light of the room, the kanij ? on the forehead the only defining feature. He stood there obediently, once again completely under the control of his master. His body was amazing, sculpted as if he'd been working out nonstop for a hundred years, he was the peak of masculinity.

His body now radiated a magical aura, just as powerful as the mask's, and Len quickly handed the mask over to an outstretched hand from the fox body. The kitsune mask grinned wide as he slid himself back over the white mask, merging onto his body once more as he grinned wide, indulging in the physical pleasures once more as he jerked his cock and came one more time. "I've missed that feeling..." he purred. For a few moments he stretched his body out a few times, the flesh sliding smoothly and perfectly, from behind him four tails wagging wildly. Whenever he was seperate from one of his Bodies, they would only have one tail as they didn't have as much power as he, but when he did connect back with them, they grew to four as that was what his power was equal to.

The kitsune turned his attention to Len, the man waiting patiently, his cock dripping pre by this point from his arousal. "I suppose it's time I started building my collection of bodies up once more..." he snickered.

***

Soon the kitsune and a new body walked back into the living room, the new Body silent as he strode behind his master, cock currently dripping with juices as he obeyed his master's every command. The kitsune halted for a moment, eyes going wide as he felt a surge of energy flow through his body... aura spiking as he came, sheer ecstasy causing it to happen without his intention. "My... f... he's... awoken... yes." For a few moments the kitsune quivered, his mind flying back to the mask that had appeared on TV... he'd watched it through Jene's eyes. A grin slowly slid up his face as he stroked his shaft, already making new plans... "Yes, we have to find him. Let us go, we need to find him as soon as possible!" With that he rushed out of the room... sadly for someone in the hallway, they had decided a very bad time to be going to the bathroom as he was grabbed on the way out, a snack of sorts for the hungry kitsune, he would build up his forces as soon as possible, after all, he did have to impress his father.