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A More-Than-Friendly Visit By Lykanos Wulfheart

Lykanos sat at his computer, typing away to finish yet another story. Taking a chance to appreciate the fair day through his window, shades still half-closed, he watched the nearby tree dance in the gentle breeze. The sun filtered through, its warmth radiating into the room. Spring was in full bloom, animals creeping around the urban landscape and the weather calm and inviting. As beautiful as it looked, the man forced himself back to work. He would have loved to run free like the werewolves in his tale, but in the real world, bills needed paid.

His storytelling was interrupted by a series of peppy, yet soft taps at the door. "One moment," called the freelance writer as he finished his thought and saved the document. "I'm coming." Bolting from his little workspace, he moved through the living room of his well-kept two bedroom apartment. Stopping at the entrance, he considered using the little peephole, but decided against it. After all, he was pretty sure he knew who was on the other side.

With the door swung open, the man beyond spoke, his voice a cheery greeting. "Hi. Lykanos Wulfheart?"

Nodding, the larger man replied back, his tone equally friendly, "Yep. Corey, right? Corey Volpe?"

A smile lit up the visitor's face. "That's me." Tucking his hands into his short's pockets, Corey rocked on his heels, nervousness blending with the joy. "I'm happy to finally meet you in person."

His pleasure was reflected by Lykanos, the bearded man cracking a grin of his own. "Same here." Backing up with the knob in hand, he swept his left in an invitation to enter. After his guest was inside and looking around the main room, Lykanos closed the door and took in his online friend. Corey was a few inches shorter, five foot eight to Lykanos' five eleven. Similarly, both men wore glasses, rounded nonintrusive frames that added to their looks. Just like Corey's fox fursona, the man wore a thin, black light-weather jacket over a pure green t-shirt. His build was fairly average leaning to the thinner side, while his hair was a longer brown that swept to the sides to reveal his emerald green eyes. With a soft chuckle, Lykanos confirmed, "You look just like your online artwork, coat and all."

Delighted with the comparison, Corey turned with a gleeful smirk. "Thanks. I thought you might get a kick out of that. The same goes for you, though I kinda expected shorts."

Though roughly the same age, Lykanos looked to be far older. The clean cut face of his friend subtracted a few years much like the bushy beard gained. Though it matched his mid-length brown locks, there was a fiery tint of red that came out when the light of the sun touched it. His hazel brown eyes held a primal energy that when combined with his thick arm hair made the man look more like a lumberjack than a writer. Though his outfit didn't agree, his body sure did, a heavier set frame that was equal parts pudge and muscle. Just like his online werewolf character, Lykanos sported a three-wolf moon shirt, the green a similar shade to Corey's. Unlike his fursona who always stuck to dark grey shorts, the man was in a pair of blue jeans, the belt hidden under the bagginess of his t-shirt. Patting at his carpenter pants, the burly host was amused. "Maybe tomorrow. So, how was the trip?"

"A bit long, but not bad," said Corey as he took notice of the wolf lamp by the door. "You sure do love your wolves, don't you?"

Laughing, Lykanos gave a subtle bow with his answer. "I do indeed." Giving his guest a quick tour, Corey soon realized just how right he was. The rooms displayed werewolf art along with the occasional wolf sculpture. The bedroom even went as far as to proudly display a fuzzy green wolf pack themed blanket over the queen mattress.

Corey took it all in with an impressed whistle. "That's actually pretty cool. My place is sort of the same, but with foxes."

"I'd expect nothing less from a kitsune fanatic," teased the host, his smile beaming. Returning them to the living room, Lykanos leaned against the wall that led into the little kitchen. "So, what now? Anything you'd like to go do? Anything you'd like to see?" Thinking with his stomach like he usually did, he added, "Anything you'd like to eat?"

A devious smirk spread across the youthful complexion as Corey took a chance to tease the werewolf wannabe. With a lusty edge to his voice, he inquired, "Why, Lykanos. Is that an offer?"

Lykanos' face was instantly crimson with blush as he realized the implication. "Wha-no. I didn't mean it like that! I'm straight, I assure you."

The smaller man doubled over in laughter. "Oh, you should see how red you are. I was kidding, you know. I'm just as straight as you, so no funny business."

Glaring at the devious trickster, Lykanos tried to recover from his little shock. "You are such a fox."

Still calming from his boastfulness, Corey pointed back at the writer. "Why thank you. And just so you know, not all foxes are flirtatious floozies. Some of us are innocent fans of old myths."

Using his fingers to add air quotes, Lykanos restated in a mocking voice, "Innocent." Smirking, he continued in a friendlier tone, "I know what you mean. Werewolves get a bad rap, too. Us canines have to stick together, right?"

"Right," chimed his visitor as he looked around the living room, seeing what all it had to offer. In the middle sat two recliners with a small coffee table in between. They faced toward the TV which hooked into a couple consoles for gaming, the whole setup beside a glass door out to the tiny deck, shades drawn for privacy.

Shifting to a more thoughtful demeanor, Corey pondered the earlier question as he spoke, "So, what to do now... Hmm... What is there to do around here?"

With a speckle of spite, the larger man shot back, "Not me," his attempt at turning the question dirty drawing a pleased huff from Corey, the green eyes focusing back on him. Returning to his typically pleasant self, Lykanos thought for a moment. "Well, I have a Wii and an Xbox one over there if you want to game. As for the area... There's a bowling alley, a theater not far off, a lot of fast food... I think there's an antique shop around here. Never been to it yet, but I really should. Never know what you could find."

"An antiquing werewolf, huh," teased Corey as he took off his thin coat and draped it over the back of a chair.

Lykanos shrugged in response. "What? It's how I found my recurve bow. Well, a pawn shop, but still."

"I was kidding," smiled the smaller of the two, his solid green t-shirt fully exposed as his hands migrated back to his pockets. "I've actually gotten a few of the fox statues I keep in my bedroom from an antique store. If you're up for it, I wouldn't mind giving it a look."

"Sure," said Lykanos as he pushed off the wall. "Just let me get my sandals on."

While he strapped up his footwear, Corey spoke with a fleck of excitement as he moved over. "Wouldn't it be great if we both found something?"

"You never know," chuckled Lykanos as he rose. Letting his friend out, he followed after, locking up as they left.

Though the trek was nearly nine blocks, the duo didn't mind. The weather remained beautiful, a soft breeze cooling them as the sun radiated down. Birds chirped from the occasional tree as the two talked, catching up on recent events and furry conventions that had been attended. Quickly, the topic shifted to transformation, a theme both men had a strong passion for.

"So," started Corey, "I know I've asked you before online, but if you could become your fursona, would you?"

"In a heartbeat," stated Lykanos as if it were a given fact. "Don't get me wrong. I know there would be societal issues to deal with. Fear and hatred. But to have my body match my soul, I'd gladly take the repercussions. How about you? I know you love your transformations, but would you change if you could?"

Grinning, Corey knew what his friend was referring to and decided it best to clarify. "While I do like to get art of all sorts of different types and animals, as far as a real world transformation, I'd only really want to become me... er, my sona. You know, my fox with the blue hair and twin tails."

Nodding, Lykanos knew all too well what he meant. "I couldn't have said it better myself. Lykanos is more than a fursona to me. He is me. The me that I wish to be. So, trust me, I get it."

"Yes, exactly," chimed Corey with joy. "You do get it, then. Corey Volpe is the truest sense of who I am. The thing I strive to be. Not just some character, but the real deal." Pausing as he thought it over, he looked to Lykanos with a curious glance. "You know what I just realized? We only know each other by our fursonas. I traveled all this way to meet you and I don't even know your real name."

With a devious smirk, the bearded man replied, "Oh, I know your given name."

A subtle gasp slowed Corey's pace as he tried to figure out how his friend knew. "How? How would you have even found that out?"

"Simple," bragged Lykanos as he spun to face his sluggish companion. "Remember when you commissioned me for that story a few months back? Paypal displays your name with the payment. Should have seen mine as you sent it."

Thinking back, the green eyes glared, "Yours just said Lykanos Wulfheart."

Chuckling, the writer was amused. "Oh, right. My business account is set with my furry name. It's my personal account that has my given one." With a tiny shrug, he added, "Don't worry. Most 'normal people' just call me Wolfy. Pretty fitting for an old work nickname, huh?"

"Wolfy, huh," pouted the smaller of the two as he tried to catch up. "You know mine but I don't get to know yours? Well, just don't go telling anyone my secret. I like to keep that private."

"No worries," stated the burly man as he pointed forward. "And there it is."

The shop looked more like a refurbished house than a normal storefront, the stairs leading to a porch that preceded the door. The inside was more what you'd expect, a glass counter near the entrance with the shop keeper resting behind it, a middle aged man with a scruffy face watching the pair enter. The inventory was stacked in a big "U", a walkway on either side of the middle racking with a connecting path on the far end.

Most of the goods were knickknacks and hand-me-downs, though there was the occasional collectable. At the far side rested older furniture, decent condition, but exactly as advertised: antique. On the far side, they almost found what they were looking for, porcelain animals on a white shelf. Almost half were cats, the rest a mix of dogs, rabbits, and farm animals. "Cats. Why is it always cats," mumbled Lykanos, his voice sounding almost disappointed with the creatures, though Corey could tell he was joking.

Sweeping past the glass case at the front, they found things that finally drew their attention. The display was filled with decorative knives, intricate figures, and historical trinkets. The thing that really caught their eyes were a pair of statues nestled alongside dragon sculptures. Lykanos liked both of them, though his favorite was the almost humanoid wolf, the figure portrayed as breaking out of chains around its front legs. The base was a swirl of blue flame that held the back legs in a heroic pose, a triumphant escape from captivity. The other sculpture appealed to Corey's inner vulpine. It presented a white fox looking ever so slightly to the side and tail raised nearly straight up. The posture had a proudness to it as the animal held an intricate key in its mouth.

The kitsune lover crouched low to take in the idol while Lykanos, a lover of ancient legends, shared his knowledge with his friend and, inadvertently, with the man beyond the counter. "These both represent divine figures. The wolf is from Norse mythology. Fenris or Fenrir, whichever you prefer. He was a son of Loki and fabled to kill Odin during Ragnarok, the end of days. Pretty sure the other one represents Inari, the Japanese kami of foxes, rice, and fertility."

"I think you're right, though..." Putting his finger to the glass, Corey pointed to the fox. "Usually statues of Inari come in pairs. One for male, the other for female. Both halves of the whole."

The owner seemed impressed with their knowledge on the subject, leaning forward as he talked. "You seem to know a lot about these things. Got them a ways back from some crazy old guy. Claimed they were magical." Seeing his potential customer's eyes light up, he added, "I can assure you they're not. They're good quality, but not terribly old. Probably casts from the eighties, what with the influx of fantasy and legends. You're the first to show this much interest in them, though. Tell you what. They're Fifty five each, but I'll sell you the pair for a hundred."

With money tight and freelance writing not paying the best, Lykanos was hesitant. He loved the Fenrir sculpt, though he couldn't justify the purchase. Seeing his host's inner turmoil and wanting the fox deity for himself, Corey pulled out his wallet. "We'll take them both." Lykanos' eyes went wide as he stared, but the youthful face smiled back. "Consider it a gift. You are giving me a place to sleep for the next few days. It's the least I could do."

Shyly, the big man grinned. "Thanks."

As the store owner took out the figures and boxed them up, Corey leaned over and whispered, "Wouldn't it be awesome if they really were magical? Could you imagine?"

"We can dream," teased Lykanos. "We can dream."

Rocking back and forth as he waited, Corey impatiently laid his card on the glass, the owner running it after setting two white, square boxes in a bag and handing it over to his customer. As soon as the transaction was finished, he sat back down, lazily reclining until someone else walked in.

On their way home, Corey's excitement only grew, the conversation remaining locked on the possibility of transformation. Entertaining the idea, the werewolf fan asked, "If you did transform, what's the first thing you'd do?"

The green eyes darted back and forth as he thought about what he could do after becoming an anthropomorphic fox. "I'd run to the mirror and check myself out. Then... I'd probably worry about how to tell my family and friends. How about you?"

Lykanos gave a satisfied snort before answering. "Not one of those dirty minded furs who'd be obsessed with your 'new anatomy', huh? I admire that. I'm the same for the most part. I'd go for the mirror, and then try out my new senses. Smell, sight, and sound. Though family and friends... that might be interesting."

Corey smirked at the banter. "That could always come later. All of it. Now... on that note... Anatomy. I hope I'm not pushing any boundaries here, but canine or human?"

"Such a fox," joked Lykanos as he looked around. Seeing nobody, he spoke freely. "You're talking penis, right?" Seeing Corey glance down, his cheeks pinkening, the big man beamed, "Nah, I'm pretty open about that stuff. Definitely canine. The human anatomy is... weird. I like my werewolves more on the wolf side, anyways. Just enough humanity to walk upright and have opposable thumbs. And you?"

Still embarrassed, he managed, "Same."

Chuckling at the timid response, the man stroked at his beard. Reds shimmered past the brown in the early evening sun as he asked, "As for the change itself, one time or at will and pain or no pain?"

Almost back to the apartment, Corey was ready with his answer. "At will and no pain. I'd like to enjoy the change. Plus, it's easier if you can turn back."

"At will, but I'd gladly take a little pain," gloated the heavier of the two. "As weird as it may sound, a little pain would add to the stimulation of shifting. Basically make you appreciate it more. You know, feel the transformation. Experience it as opposed to just, poof, done."

"I think I get what you're saying," commented Corey as Lykanos fumbled for his keys. "Though a smooth transition could be just as pleasant. No fuss, no mess. You'd be able to appreciate the subtle changes instead of worrying about them."

"Fair enough," came the reply as the door popped open, both parties ready to relax indoors. While Corey headed to the bathroom, Lykanos searched for his new decoration. The first box was the right one, the heroic wolf in chains proudly waiting under the white flap. Pulling it free, he inspected the craftsmanship while moving around the entry, thinking of where to display the glorious gift from a fellow furry.

Turning it over, he noticed something on the bottom. Speaking to himself, he mumbled, "What's this? An inscription?" The writing seemed almost runic, like the script used by Vikings, though the words were clearly English. "'Unshackle my inhibition and let loose the beast within.' Huh. That's pretty cool."

"What was that," asked Corey as he walked over, curiosity on his brow.

Holding the bottom of the sculpture towards his friend, Lykanos stated, "It's the inscription on the bottom here."

Corey's glance was quizzical as he said, "Um, buddy? There's nothing there."

Flicking the base back at himself, he couldn't see anything except the soft, brown felt that lined the underside. "I'm serious. There was an inscription in the bottom. It looked like runic English, blue letters carved in. Why would I make this up?"

"Maybe all our talk of TF has gone to your head," teased Corey as he picked up the bag and pulled his box free.

"Check yours," advised the man, his voice edged with a hectic excitement.

"I am. I am," chided Corey as he swept his hair back and popped open the container. Though his idol was almost twice the size of Lykanos' wolf, it was light despite its durable feel. Flipping it over, he noticed the words, an elegant script written as if calligraphy. "Oh kami of fertility, grant me success in my passions and fill me with thine glory." Holding it to Lykanos, the reply was not what he expected.

"There's nothing there."

Shocked, he did a double take of his own, the bottom a semi-smooth white, nothing more. "Th-there were words, I swear! Black, hand painted words. I read them!"

In a creepy tone, Lykanos mocked, "Spooky."

Enthusiasm washed through the clean cut face as he spouted, "The guy said that the other guy said that they were magical! This proves it!"

Trying to keep up with the frantic mouthful, Lykanos walked over and set Fenrir on the TV stand, the idol's new home. Turning it so that the raging face looked out and away from the screen, he dusted his hands with accomplishment. "There. Magical or not, I found a place for it." His confidence slowly gave way to confusion as a growing tingle invaded his nailbeds, both hands and toes prickling with unusual sensation. Shaking his hands to fix the numbness did nothing.

"What's wrong with you?" Corey set his own idol on the table between the chairs, moving back over near the entrance as Lykanos took a spot before the glass doors. The curious guest eyed his host as Lykanos peered at his own fingernails.

"Something's not right," whispered Lykanos as he lifted up on the white tissue. A trickle of blood formed under the nail, a point of something else moving up from underneath. To his horror, the fingernail flaked off, a claw half formed below. As the talon lengthened, more of his humanly nails popped free. Thin trickles of crimson leaked as his new weapons continued their advance, toes and fingers aching with the effort. His sandals, still strapped to his feet, were pooling the liquid in thin lines around the digits. Licking his pointer and index fingers revealed the color, greyish white-tipped claws reminiscent of a wolf gleamed with a clean sheen. As the change finished, Lykanos wiped the blood on his pant leg. Still sore from the metamorphosis, it took a couple tries for him to undo his footwear.

Corey looked on, frozen in disbelief as Lykanos kicked free of his sandals. It wasn't until he saw the hairy chest exposed that he could speak again. "L-Lykanos? Why, um... Why are you undressing?"

Tossing the three-wolf-moon shirt to the side, Lykanos started working at his pants, the zipper and button painful to his oversensitive digits. Turning away from his friend, he slid the denim down as he spoke, an eerie calmness in his voice that only further worried Corey. "I've been mentally preparing for a werewolf transformation all my life. One of the more important things to note is that as you increase in mass, you'll destroy what you're wearing. Also, jeans don't rip as easily as you see in the movies. To avoid any unpleasantness," looking over to his shirt, he added, "and to save my nice clothes, stripping is essential." Turning back around, his hairy frame was almost completely exposed. The only thing left was a pair of white Fruit of the Loom briefs, to which the man said, "I'll leave them on. Don't worry." With a smile, he added, "I'll sacrifice my underwear to save a little decency."

"Holy cow," exclaimed Corey as he took in the man, Lykanos' body hair already dark and thick. It was over twice that of what a normal person should have. "You're already growing fur!"

"Actually," came the half embarrassed response, "this is what I had to begin with. I've always been on the hairy side."

Corey was almost more startled by the response than the claws. "But your belly. Your back! I mean come on! Your legs! That can't be normal."

Rubbing the back of his neck, the soon-to-be lycanthrope replied, "Yea... I had that to begin with. Have you ever seen the movie 'The Animal'?" The blank look made Lykanos smile. "Let's just say you don't want to see my butt."

"That... is so gross." Shaking his head, Corey looked at his own hands, hopeful anticipation setting in.

Not feeling anything else changing at the moment, Lykanos asked, "So, how about you?"

With a smart alecky response ready to go, he shot back, "My butt is normal, thank you very much."

Raising a hand as if to speak, the man in his undies turned it into a gentle fist, his new nails poking at his skin. "That was weird," he said to his hand before returning to his question. "No, I mean do you feel any changes yet?"

Looking himself over, the disappointment grew as he noticed another change in his friend. "Nope. Nothing yet. Looks like you've got something stirring, you lucky wolf." A quick motion to the other man's skivvies alerted Lykanos to something he feared was happening, but had really hoped was just his imagination.

Looking down, he could see the fabric tenting, his tip brushing against the undergarment. Ashamed by the arousal, he spun away from his onlooker. "Oh my god, I am so sorry." Feeling the need to justify himself, Lykanos continued, his cheeks flushing with humiliation. "I think it's because I've spent so much time fantasizing about transforming that the process is having a... euphoric effect..."

Corey snickered as he presented an alternate solution. "Or... 'it' could be changing."

Lykanos would have come to the same conclusion had he not been weighed down with his embarrassment. "Good point," he admitted as he sheepishly checked, pulling out on the elastic band. To his surprise, the extra freedom let his member rise higher than usual, the flesh more red than it was tan. It had already started to change shape, the rounded tip peaking in the center. As the end pointed, the base bulged ever so slightly. Without a sheath to hide it, the appendage looked odd, almost unnatural as it tried to remain overly erect. Releasing the band, he shuddered as the roughness of the fabric was pulled over his changing shaft. Hesitantly, he admitted, "Yea, you were right," yet he was still unwilling to turn, his shame and modesty still intact.

Another shifting stimulus pulled his attention from his increasingly canine cock. It started in the tips of his digits, but quickly it grew to his palms and foot bottoms. No longer the tingle that led to his powerful claws, he now felt a strange tightening. Looking at his hands revealed the source. Callouses grew on his fingertips while a thicker patch formed below the appendages, a pattern resembling a paw pad, some strange mix between wolf and man. A similar twinge alerted him to his nose, the shape still what it was, yet the tissue around the nostrils turned black. Small, cracked lines weaved through the darkening flesh which gave it a dog-like quality. A gentle touch revealed just how tender his new adaptations were, a throb growing under the pressure of contact.

By now, Corey was becoming increasingly jealous of his friend's transformation. Having felt nothing of his own, he let forth a loud huff, his chest heaving from the agitated sigh. At that moment, his hopes were rekindled. An irritation grew as his nipples brushed the inside of his shirt, a nagging itch that remained even after he rubbed. Curious, yet still held back by his self-consciousness, he scratched again as he asked, "Hey, you mind if I take my shirt off? I think I feel something."

Poking at the thickening hide, Lykanos looked over, his penis still raised beneath his underwear as it threatened to slip out beyond the band. Intrigue worked through his voice as he said, "Yea, go for it. Let's see what's going on with you."

Nervously, Corey pulled up his shirt, the unpleasant sensation growing as the green fabric brushed past. Once free, both men saw the issue. Not only did he have a small patch of half-length white fur between his pecs, but his nipples looked a little swollen. Moving a hand to one of the buds shot a jolt of arousal through his chest. "Oh man," he whimpered, "that was weird." Another cautious test, this time two fingers tweaking at both teats, drew a moan as Corey's legs trembled, the pleasure more than what he anticipated. "Oh ho-ho," he mumbled as he regained his composure, yet the damage was done. The buds perked to completion, womanly in appearance as the muscle below rounded, a gentle slope that slowly arced from his manly body.

Corey's interest turned to terror as he tried to push down on the swelling mounds, careful not to brush against the seductive tips. The growth was gruelingly slow in his mind as he fought the implications. "No. No no no. Come on. I'm not becoming a girl! Fuck me!" As soon as he said it, his face turned scarlet with regret. He meant it as a profanity, yet seeing his companion's tented and eager member ready to poke out at any moment, he instantly hated his choice of words.

"Careful what you wish for," joked Lykanos as a scent caught his enhanced nose. The fragrance was powerful yet familiar, the impact of it forcing him to lean against the wall. As his hand made contact, the pads thickened to near completion while fur budded around his hands and feet, starting at the tips and gradually working its way in, a thick white carpeting his tanned skin. His free paw-like hand moved to his forehead as he grappled with a new surge of feelings. Huffing with effort, he managed to say, "Woah. Your scent... I hate to tell you this, but it's very feminine."

"Shut the fuck up," spat Corey, the man still reeling with denial. "How would you even know that, anyways?" A glance down revealed that the swelling had continued, the voluptuous curves enough to fill a teen's sports bra and still growing.

Struggling to fight back his arousal, Lykanos' sentence was choppy with labor. "I had a good nose to begin with... but this... this is something else. Instinct, I think. I can smell it on you. It's... It's getting to me..." He was suddenly aware of his erection, the wolf-like shaft having grown engorged with need, the pointed tip poking out of his briefs. Soft elastic stroked with each heaving breath, the excitement of the movement enticing him as he tried to think. Slowly, his free hand crept down, hovering near the demanding organ. His modesty evaporated as he turned his cloudy thoughts into words. "I'm usually pretty good about keeping my... 'passion' in check. The idol... It said 'unshackle my inhibitions'... The magic. It's turning me into some sort of damned horny beast!" Fully furred claws dug into the plaster as the fur climbed into his arms and legs, muscles rippling with his fury.

"Hey, let's not be hasty here," chided Corey as his focus locked to the brute's penis, a bead of lust forming at the tip. Unbeknownst to him, his own nose was starting to evolve, letting the alluring scent in as his nostrils darkened to a blackened brown, canine texture forming as the end pulled up. As much as he struggled with the idea, his own member was starting to perk, a bizarre warmth growing in a line between his testicles. A patch of orange fluff worked its way out from his shorts as it surrounded his genitals. The white fur was spreading as well, his half-formed breasts speckling with fine hairs that neared the nipples. His deepening cleavage was filled with full length fur that was spreading up to his neck while at the same time working in a line to join the orange below.

The more Corey stared, the more he wanted a taste of the liquid that topped Lykanos' cock, a clear globe that smelled of desire. "No," he said aloud as he shook his head, the tips of his ears pointing as he waved them. "I'm straight. This just doesn't make any sense."

"Dude," groaned the werewolf as he strained to hold himself up. The fat of his belly was hardening into powerful muscles as his limbs swelled. Now a few inches over six foot, the man was panting from the strain as his nose pulled up and ears started to stretch. Still just barely keeping his hand away from his demanding flesh, his fingers stiffened into bestial humanoid digits as his toes crinkled and locked into massive wolf paws. "I can't keep denying this urge forever. It's taking ten times more effort than normal." A lusty sigh left his lips as his voice deepened into something predatory. "Corey... I hate to ask... but if you don't help me out here, I'm afraid of what may happen. I don't think beating one out will do any good."

The sleekness of the skin and the thickness of the shaft made the underpants slip down, the swipe of stimulation almost dropping Lykanos to his knees. Much to Corey's displeasure, something that shocked him to his core, the elastic stopped at the bulbous base, a hidden present to be unwrapped. Seeing the bulk of the masculine anatomy, Corey's still-human fingers slid down to his crotch and kneaded at his own, his shaft erect while the heat between his orbs grew into a teasing want. Scooting along the wall, he fondled as he closed the distance, his face heavy with guilt. He didn't want to do anything he saw as gay, but the lure was strong. As he moved, his nose pushed out, bit by bit. It started with a puffing below his nostrils, but begrudgingly, his chin followed as his face gained an inch. His ears continued to lengthen, soft orange hairs forming on the back as white grew inside. While they crept higher, a patch of his bangs on the left side of his forehead faded in color, the brown turning almost blue.

As he made it to Lykanos, whiskers of orange softly filled in near the tip of his nose, though most of his face was still flesh. His cheeks flushed with crimson shame as the rugged eyes of his friend turned primal, the hazel swallowed by a feral gold. With a commanding point down, Corey obeyed his superior, dropping to his knees as he unzipped his shorts, the clothing dropping down his legs to show his moisture-stained navy blue briefs. Tears welled in his eyes as he fought back his own lust, the target of his longing inches away, yet the mere thought of it a sickening reminder of his own masculinity. To ease himself, Corey slipped his right hand into his underpants and groped at his own shaft, the pleasure shivering his body. He wanted to test the nagging line of warmth, but he feared that would only deepen his growing decent into womanhood. Instead, his left focused on his ample bosom, the shapely globe almost finishing its growth. It was already more than healthy and slowly finishing to a bouncy D-sized breast.

Still unwilling to bring himself to an act of homosexuality, Corey teased his mouth as he closed in. Mere inches from the throbbing shaft and he was getting second thoughts. He wanted to back away until a savage command rang out. "Get to it." He wanted to refuse, but something about the beastly tone ate at his resolve. Slowly, his tongue crept forward. Unknown to the woman-to-be, his tongue had taken on its vulpine length despite his mouth only being a third of the way to completion. The moist appendage caressed the thick rod as Corey pulled away in disgust. Unfortunately, the vigorous savage expected as much. A pawed hand shoved Corey's face into the sticky muscle, the kitsune's nose slamming right into the glob of arousal. The fragrance sent a tingle though Corey's body that only added to his own stimulation, his member pulsing with want as he tried to push away, the hand that had been playing with a nipple now against the muscular, furred leg. The werewolf's paw held firm, no escape for the femmy fox.

In an accidental lick of frustration, Corey's tongue slipped over his brown nose, sweeping up the line of precum that connected the two companions. The taste was not what he'd expected. In his fear, he had convinced himself that it would be a bitter saltiness that would gag him in an instant. Instead, it was more a savory warmth, something that tasted as inviting as it smelled. Eager for another sample, he wrapped his lips around the pointed tip and gave a fragile suck, the fluid coating his taste buds. Lykanos' body spasmed with delight as the fox's fervor radiated between the two, his lapping growing bolder with each stroke. Needing more, Corey's mouth moved up and down, inviting the pulsating manhood deeper and deeper. As he worked, his changes continued, the muzzle stretching to better fit the full length of the eager shaft. Ravenously, Corey worked with a growing hunger, his supple breasts bouncing as he suckled. Pulling down on the fabric for more to play with, he saw it. The knot was impressive, though far from engorged. Still, Corey wanted it, slipping his now daintier fingers along its skin and down to the fuzzing orbs below. Lykanos' fur was moving to his torso, browns and greys filling in to give a timber wolf coloration. As his coat thickened, a fluffy white sheath formed below the bulb and tickled against Corey's feminine palm.

In a display of insatiable longing, Lykanos tore the briefs apart from both sides, his scrotum now free to fill Corey's groping hand. Looking down, he saw that the fox's sides were shrinking to a womanly curve, the manly muscle fading to a gentler frame. The broad shoulders rounded as Corey greedily ran the length of both shafts. The maw that pleasured Lykanos was still mostly skin, though the growing fur enticed the lycanthrope, a loving paw sweeping across Corey's cheek. In a cute, tender display, the slender, girly face looked up at his rugged protector, the right eye a foxy green while the other had become a passionate blue. As Corey batted his eyes, he dipped his jaw low and pushed up, taking the full mass of the appendage in his damp muzzle. With the knot at his teeth, he almost gagged, the push of his face nearing its end, but still not quite enough. The flex of his reaction was ecstasy to the burly man, Lykanos unable to hold back the flow of euphoria. White hot seed poured forth, the fervor nearly choking the dainty hermaphrodite. Trickles of sticky fluid beaded at the corners of Corey's mouth as he tried to cough, though his muzzle continued to fill with the spent semen.

Corey was sure he was having a little orgasm of his own, though it felt odd. His member seemed to pulse with Lykanos', though only a tiny line of stickiness came forth as the shaft seemed to turn instantly flaccid. In hopes of checking out his own situation, he tried to pull his mouth free of the massive knot that held his sharpened teeth stationary. As he backed away, an intimidating grip latched his jaw tightly in place. With a subtle growl, Lykanos dominated the puny kitsune. "Swallow." A tiny whine escaped as the captive tried to refuse, though the grip held firm. "Swallow it all like a good little bitch." Unable to deny the assertive command, Corey gagged as he tried to force the mouthful of sperm down, the idea of it sickening what remained of his masculinity. It took a few gulps, but he did as told. When finished, the lock was released and Corey gasped for breath, a line of cum still connecting him to his partner. "Now clean it up," came an equally domineering tone. Hesitantly, the fox-faced creature licked the penis clean, long strokes that pleased both parties as much as Corey hated to admit it.

"There," stammered the vulpine as he rocked back to his butt, a sudden yipe of pain belting forth. His hand was still clinging to his retreating member as he looked back, two sickly strands of flesh pushing out into twin tails. Readjusting to let them form on opposing sides, he went back to check his undies, a disgusting dampness cooling as he fondled.

Lykanos' mass dropped in a fit of pain as well, his feet lengthening and popping as his legs took on a more animalistic stance. As his chest heaved, it broadened into something more primal, fur creeping over the muscle as it worked up his chest. His ears were almost halfway finished as his nose crunched forward, a slow pinch that tightened his jaw. As he dealt with his physical pain, Corey was left to deal with emotional turmoil. While his head had finished, prominent ears on top and a slender muzzle still sticky with lustful bliss, the fur had spread over his body and was moving to the arms and legs while the tails fluffed with orange, white tips sprouting in as they finished. With hands and feet that were still human, though petite in size and shape, he kicked himself free of the last of his clothing, the change he feared now visible. Sliding a finger down what remained of his manhood, he finally felt it, the burning line that had now parted as it swallowed his testicles, the orbs shriveling into the lips of her labia. In a desperate attempt to save her masculinity, she pinched at the shrinking appendage, the sensitivity of what was now an engorged clitoris sending waves of euphoric elation through her body as her muscles spasmed. "Oh-ho god," she screamed, her voice as feminine as her body. Covering her muzzle in shy humiliation, she accidentally brushed her furring arm against her nipples, another bout of pleasure rocking her. "Oooh-hoo, this can't be real. How would a woman even function like this?"

Pushing up from the floor, his face still half human, Lykanos groaned through the pinching pressure. "I think we're overly sensitive from the transformation. Sexual release seems to help ease it, just saying." Resting on his hands and knees, the werewolf was almost finished with his own metamorphosis. His body had finished, his height now a whopping seven foot four with the fully formed ears. A crick in his spine told him the last of the changes were starting, a strip of hide pulling out over his buttocks.

Trying to tear her focus from her own needy genitals, Corey watched as the fur worked to her wrists and ankles. The bones in her hands and feet stung as they reshaped, still naked and humanly smooth. The nag between her legs only grew as she bit her lip, the orifice swelling with greed as Corey felt the full effects of a canine's sexual desire, her body going into heat.

Lykanos could not only see her languish, but smell the primal desire that wafted through the apartment, his bulging nose no more than a foot from the source. Corey had closed her eyes in hopes of staving off temptation, her form still changing as she ignored her urges. Suddenly her entire body trembled with ecstasy as a dampness rubbed against her nethers. "Guh-huh!" Her moan was edged with beastly lust as she threw her head back, waiting for more.

"Should I continue?" The wolf knew the answer as he placed his hands on her hips, the feminine mass smaller than what he expected.

Her words dripped with a needful hunger. "Ye-huh. Yes, please." Opening her eyes, she looked down at the furring face, a half-formed muzzle inches from her crotch. "Fair is fair. Be a good boy, Lykanos."

As the eager tongue invaded her folds, Corey's nails turned to claws. The brown points dug deep into the carpeting as her palms and fox-like foot bottoms toughened with pads. The Growing sensitivity matched her snatch as she groped at the floor. Down below, the tongue continued to lash, digging deeper and deeper as the beast's teeth sharpened. Each moan grew louder than the last until the rough appendage pulled out, the wolfen lips sucking at the overly sensitive clit. A horny scream rang out as Corey's toes curled, one hand moving to her chest, a new sensation growing as the other pulled at the fur between Lykanos' ears. Another long lap along her outer line preceded his dive back in, his face finishing its crunch as the flesh for his tail wagged, sprouts of his timber coat filling in to finish his change.

While the wolf worked, Corey teased below her massive breasts, small bumps forming under the fur. Each one was almost as sensitive as her main pair, tiny teats forming an extra six buds that paired up along her belly. While she played, the tongue seemed to fill her more and more, each lick sending a shiver of sensual desire. Again, Lykanos suckled her clit, an overzealous squeal cutely parting her lips and increasing her humiliation. This time, his mouth felt bigger, more imposing. As he slipped back into her, the mass of his tongue filled her up, a glorious pressure against her inner walls. She wasn't sure, but Corey had a growing fear that she was shrinking, though the waves of bliss kept her from figuring it out. A tug pulled her closer to the beastly jaws, the pleasure of invasion bringing her near her first climax as the opposite sex. Gently, giant fingers massaged the front of her hips, the attention tightening her passage and only increasing the push of Lykanos' tongue.

"Oh-oh my! I think, erg! This is it!" Juices continued to coat the hungry mouth as Corey's frame shuddered with arousal, her passage pulsing as wave after wave of orgasm ravaged her body. Pulling at the wolf's face, she rubbed his nose into her sweet spot, the sensation increasing the spasms that rocked her. It took a while for her to finish riding the high, her back arched as she swam through the euphoric glory. As she sighed her approval, Lykanos lifted his muzzle, a strand of saliva still stuck to his black lips as he licked his nose hungrily. Looking down at him, she glowed with joy as she motioned between her legs. "I believe you said it best. 'Clean it up' like a good boy." Chuckling, he did as told, long, purposeful strokes heaving her breasts with stimulation. As he pulled back, the woman had a growing look of regret and longing. "That's... huh... I mean, I don't want to be a woman, per say... but I feel like I need something more. Like I'm not done yet. Does that make any sense?"

"Not to be rude," stated Lykanos as he pulled himself into a crouch, a strand of arousal clinging to the carpet as he rose. "But I have heard that some women achieve multiple orgasms. Maybe you need another round?"

Corey's eyes grew flirtatious as she continued to shrink, the wolfman before her seeming a giant. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" With a wink, she added, "I can smell your arousal, you know. Maybe we should put that thing to good use."

"Are you sure you're up for that," teased the werewolf as he offered a hand up, his body still slouching. "At least it's straight sex now." A lusty wink sealed his horny joke.

"Quiet you," protested the little lady as she rose, her embarrassment increasing. Between her legs she could feel the need as it swelled within her, a teasing warmth that kept nagging for release. Pulling her attention away from her own desires, she looked to her friend, her eyes only up to his nose. "Holy cow. Lykanos, you got massive!"

"Actually..." the werewolf stood up, doubling his size. The little lady was now face to face with his penis as it gradually slunk back into its sheath, the white fluff hiding all but the reddened tip. "I hate to tell you this, but you shrank. A lot."

Terror stricken, the three and a half foot fox backed up, her twin tails bumping into the chair. Much to her dismay, even the recliner had a couple inches on her, the frustration burning through her muzzle. "Oh, come on! This isn't even fair. I mean look at us!" Sweeping a hand in front of her sexy, curvaceous figure, she spat out, "I'm stuck as a tiny pipsqueak. Not even half your size. Plus... I'm a woman! I mean, look at me!"

Raising a clawed finger, Lykanos pointed out, "In your defense, you're a very attractive woman."

Corey huffed with disproval. "Who asked you?" Crossing her arms, she pouted, the anger forcing her to look off to the side. "I'm a guy. I don't want to get poked and prodded for some other guy's sick pleasure. Like, don't get me wrong. That felt amazing , it's just that I want to be the one getting to have a little fun, you know?" Waving to her companion before rubbing at her elbow sheepishly, she continued, "I mean look at you. You got it all. You're tall. You're muscular. And it's no fair that you're so hot. I mean look at that body. Even if I wasn't a woman, I'd be jealous."

The compliment brought back a little of the lycanthropes modesty as he smiled. "You really think so?"

Flicking her tails shyly, Corey's rage turned into a gentle sweetness. "Oh, shut up. You know it's true. I mean look at you. You're burly and macho. Pretty sure any werewolf would kill for that body. Plus..." Her eyes grew hungry as she stared, though she forced the thought from her mind as she spoke. "If I may say so, you're really well endowed. Like, I'm still trying to fight back the urges not to jump you and let you have your way with me." As soon as she said it, she was mortified. Pulling down her ears, she tried her best to hide her face. Had it not been covered in orange fluff, she was sure that her cheeks would be glowing red. As it was, she could feel the blush in her snout which only deepened her disgrace.

Kneeling down, a massive paw gently caressed Corey's shoulder as Lykanos tried to comfort her. "Hey, hey. It's not that bad. At least you know me. I mean you could have been trapped with a stranger. And at least you still have a little self-control."

Her voice took on a mournful quiver as her sympathy for the werewolf grew. "What do you mean? You can't control yourself?"

"Sort of," he said as his ears drooped. "I mean, don't get me wrong. The power is great and the body is all I've hoped for. I mean I've always wanted to be a werewolf... It's just..."

"Yea?" Moving her hands to his, she stroked his fur, the dainty digits dwarfed by his paw.

Sighing, he admitted his own plight. "The thing about the inhibitions, it's hitting hard. I'm trying to hold onto who I am, but it's really tough. I mean even now, I can smell your need. It's taking everything not to rape you right here." Shaking his head, he decided to restate it, his fear of hurting her lowering his ears even further. "Normally I'm good at keeping my emotions under control, but this new freedom is demanding. I can smell that you want me and instead of being able to ignore it for the friendship, I have this urge. I want you, despite what you may want. The longer we go, the more I need to have you. I'm afraid that I may take you by force if you don't go, but I can't bring myself to offer you that out since this primal lust is on the rise again." Holding out his claws, he growled at himself as he viciously strained his fingers, trying his best to bury the rage.

Calmly, with beads of moisture growing in her eyes, Corey petted the muzzle that sagged before her, fingers moving from the brown bridge of his snout to the white sides of his face. "I'm sorry, Lykanos. I was so worried about myself that I overlooked the fact that you were holding back. Like when you got so demanding, I didn't think that was typically like you."

Letting the fox calm his mind, he reveled in the fact that her caress was holding back his urge to claw his own chest or to take her and use her like some sex toy. Closing his eyes, he blocked out all but the affection. "As much as I'd like to say you're right... Deep down, I did want to. Normally, I'd be nice about it, but this primal savagery... It's bringing out my darker side and I don't like it."

"Shh shh shh," she whispered as she hugged his muzzle, arms moving to his cheeks. "Tell you what. Let's tame that beast in you. If you satisfy the urges safely, they shouldn't be as strong, right? Plus, as much as I hate to admit it, I need something to calm this ache. I could try to hold it back, but if that stupid idol wants me to be a girl, then I'd might as well have some fun with it, right?"

Lykanos' paws took the tiny fox in a warm embrace, pulling her close to his face. "Might as well."

"So," she said as she pulled away and looked at the chair. Climbing onto the cushion as if she was a kid trying to get up on the school stage, she braced against the back of the seat to face the lusty lycanthrope. In an almost romantically sweet way, she said, "Fuck me like an animal."

Standing, Lykanos' face took on a sinister grin. "I apologize in advance," he stated as he pulled the recliner away from the table, a delicate yet forceful movement that wobbled the lovely kitsune. Straddling the chair just before the arms, he plopped a heavy hand on Corey's back, the weight forcing her to her knees. She braced her hands at the back cushion as another clawed hand swept below her, the massive paw covering nearly the full length of her sultry belly. Her bouncy breasts were supported by his finger as his thumb held her hip tight. His right hand slid over her shoulder as his eager member pushed between the tails and rubbed at her sensitive opening.

She could feel his perky penis as it teased at her labia, a moan drawn forth as his tip prodded her clitoris. "Now just take it slo-OH HO!" Her warning was cut short as his restraint melted, the member shoving deep. Her walls were incredibly tight for his girth, but in his lusty rage, he didn't care. Again, he rocked her and the seat with a feral thrust.

The first push had hurt, her body unprepared for such a massive shaft plowing into her untrained sex. The second was worse, the pressure deeper and more vigorous. Crying out, she was not looking forward to the third, though again he plowed deep, her body shuddering with a mix of satisfaction and agony. "Too hard, Ly-" Another greedy thrust brought tears to her eyes as her cavern was smashed with predatory force. She was starting to regret her offer when something changed. Lykanos snarled, a fierce and terrifying sound that was directed at himself. His right paw released her shoulder as it dug into the fabric at the top of the armchair, her horror blinding her to the sore ache within. The wolf seemed to be fighting a headache as his shaft twisted within her, a soothing stimulus that spread his natural lubricant. The pounding turned into a half powered poke as he taunted each sector of her inner sanctum, listening for her moans as he rubbed against the sensitive regions. Though the pressure was still more than she'd have liked, the experience turned from agony to bliss, her own fluids spreading along his rod as it slid deep.

Taking a moment to move her hand to the white wrist that cut into the foam, she whispered, "Thank you," as her body rocked back and forth. His response was a hearty huff as he continued to drill deeper, though she knew what had happened. Even consumed by his wicked appetite for release, Lykanos had fought it back enough to take her into account, to save her from the savagery of his overzealous advance. As she thought about the selfless struggle of the selfish beast, she let herself enjoy his gift. Quickly, he had found three key spots that brought about a sensual gasp as he heaved back and forth, his vigor unending. The more he played, the closer she came to release, her body seizing around his throbbing cock. Her happiness worked in his favor, the folds of her sanctity milking at his eager skin. Delicately, his palm flexed against her stomach, the pressure between his body parts bringing her to the edge. "I- I can't," huffing, she screamed out, "I'm so close!" Her outburst was met with a bite, the teeth digging into her dainty shoulder. Though it hurt, the skin was not broken, yet another gift from her hero.

The stimulation was too much to take, her body vibrating with the glory of the moment. Each spasm tightened her inner sanctum, the warmth of her walls pulling the lust from her partner. Lykanos' knot swelled, binding the two in their seductive ritual. Her sated scream was music to his ears, his body already on the cusp. As she tugged against his bulbous base, a powerful, fertile flow invaded her body. The hot flood went deep, filling her up as the werewolf continued to push, his energy finally subsiding as cum escaped his throbbing member. With shaking knees, Lykanos rested his mass into the recliner as Corey hugged the back, her arms just wide enough to grip the sides.

It took a few minutes before either could talk, and more still before Corey could even consider walking, her legs jelly after the vigorous ponding. As the knot deflated, Lykanos pulled out, a flow of spent elation following and oozing onto his favorite chair. He groaned at the idea of cleaning it up, his right mind finally restored. Corey, still lost in her afterglow, was the first to speak up. "I see what you mean now. I mean, I felt it. You started off so violently."

Rubbing the back of his neck, he took on an apologetic pose. "I'm so sorry about that. I really hope you're okay. Are you okay?"

Turning over into a proper sit, the mess clung to her fur as her tails wiggled through the seed. "I'm fine, thanks to you. I noticed that you let up. You could tell you were hurting me, couldn't you?"

His ears drooped as he replied. "Yea, and I fought with all my strength to not let that happen. I'm so sorry. Next time I'll let you lead. Maybe that will help."

"Next time?" The idea appealed to her, the want for release still there despite two rounds of pleasure. "How about now?" Her tone was a whiney request as she reached down, testing her endurance.

"Oh my god, you are such a fox," joked Lykanos as he stood and watched, his own member coming down from its high as it slunk back into hiding.

Huffing, the voluptuous vulpine inquired, "Can you keep going or are you spent?" As much as this would have bothered her an hour ago, she was in heaven. Corey wanted more, needed more. The taste of this passion begged her to keep going.

A devious grin showed his fangs as Lykanos circled around the ripped chair. "Werewolf endurance. I'll be good to go after a glass of water. How about you? Want a glass... and can you even keep going? I mean look at you. You look saddle sore already."

"Yes for the drink," pulling herself to peer over the seat's arm, she watched Lykanos' tail wag as he made his way to the kitchen. Deep down, Corey knew it was wrong of 'him' to think another man was sexy, but her opinion of Lykanos was growing more and more friendly, almost beyond the point of attraction. She was worried that she may be developing feeling for the horny hound, her face flushing as he turned to bring the glass to her. Her voice was a self-conscious squeak when she took it from him. "Thank you."

"You sure you're alright?" His head tilted like a curious dog as he took her in, bosom heaving from the effort of drinking, the glass almost double the size she was used to as her hips seemed fatigued from the exercise of earlier.

"Good," she chirped as she wiped the water from her whiskers and crouched across the cushion to place the cup by her Inari statue.

"Bedroom," advised Lykanos as he led the way, his compatriot sliding down to the floor with an audible "oof". Preparing for another messy round of fun, he flung the green wolf blanket to the side in hopes of keeping it clean as he laid on his back, head on a pillow and wolfy ears brushing against the wall. Looking back over, he saw the stiff gait of Corey as she made it to the bedside. "Need help up?"

"No," she exclaimed as she rested her breasts on the side of the mattress. A tired sigh preceded her trying to swing her stiff leg up and over, yet she couldn't get high enough, her hips exhausted from their romp. Again she tried and again she failed. "Yes," the word a defeated hush in the silence.

Chuckling, Lykanos turned and scooped his massive hands under her arms, his muscles barely flinching with the effort of her tiny frame. Rolling to the flat of his back, he eased her onto his chest as her legs spread to mount him like a horse. Looking almost offended, she said, "Again, no fair," to which the wolf burst out laughing, his heartiness shaking her where she sat.

"Now," she said as she worked her fingers into the fluff of his neck, her feet just barely flattening against the bedsheet, "I'd like to try a little romance this time. If you're okay with it, that is." Shyly, her muzzle dipped with the worry of rejection.

Smiling, Lykanos moved his fingers to gently stroke Corey's frail legs. "Sure. What did you have in mind?"

"Well," she whispered, her muzzle flushing with her own timidness. "Maybe something like this..." Her fingers stopped their fidgeting with his fur as she leaned forward for a kiss, though with the realization that both were canine and that wouldn't work as planned, she instead gave a frail lick from his lips to the tip of his nose. The affection lit up the lycanthrope's face, an equally passionate lick moving up the side of her tiny muzzle as it wiped at her whiskers. The next was a meeting of tongues, a mutual lick that led into a series of puppy dog kisses, Lykanos massaging her thighs as she moved up to pet the fluff of his cheeks. Corey was completely surprised at how much she was turned on by these little displays of affection, but she didn't want to break it off right away. After a minute, she pulled at his cheeks, the give in his wolf-like maw exposing his teeth in a silly show as the gums stretched to her whim. Her joyous giggle brought a smile to Lykanos' face as she settle back into her perch. "Alright, I think I'm ready," she chirped in a seductive hush while pushing back, her arousal already seeping against his white chest.

Swiping up a dab of the sweet liquid, he gave it a whiff, then a lick as she rocked her knees into his chest and tried to straddle over his exposed genitalia. With a snide smirk, she teased, "How did you get it up so fast?"

Bluntly, he responded, "Benefit of a penile bone."

"That is both handy and weird," she stated as she lined up, slowly squatting until his tip pierced her folds. With the invasion, her body twitched with delight. The fox pulled back up and scooted down, the shaft sliding along the lips of her labia and flicking the sensitive spot above. A long, drawn out moan escaped her as she went back to please herself with the point once again.

Placing his hands under her armpits, Lykanos aided her movement, the exhaustion still apparent in her motion. With the adorably feminine gasp of pleasure, he couldn't help but heckle her. "You make the cutest little noises during sex, you know that?"

"Shut it," she chirped. Taking on a seductive smile, she added, "I've also never been reamed out by a guy before, so sue me."

"Fair enough," gloated the burly werewolf as she ran down his rod, pausing halfway to start a retreat only to slide back to the midway point. His pelvis spasmed with the gentle and delicate movements she employed. Twisting backwards, she slowly let the pressure of his tip glide along the front of her vaginal wall, a subtlety that shuddered him just as much as her. While she moaned in ecstasy, he groaned with glee. "If you keep going like this, I'm not going to last much longer."

She knew she had him where she wanted him, on the verge like he had done to her so many times before. Rocking her hips in a circular pattern, she rode the middle of his length with consistent waves of stimulation, back and forth to poke at her own places of pleasure. His heavy huff got him a nearly full length bob that titillated both parties, his knot already swelling in record time. Feeling his zealousness, she slowly crept down, like a stripper on a pole. As she worked back up with the same grueling pace, the powerful hands pulled down, an audible pop locking them together, her dripping cunt slipping over his engorged anatomy. A tentative tug let her know that her movements were limited as she glared. Lykanos looked guilty with satisfaction as he moaned out, "Instinct." Though his shaft filled her up with an erotic tightness, she continued her pelvic sorcery, the werewolf no match for her feminine wiles. This time Lykanos was the first to climax, his member throbbing as warm desire poured forth, filling Corey to the brim. The heat of his seed and throb of his manhood assisted her as she wiggled, her own body seizing in a series of orgasmic twitches, the action milking the wolf to a point beyond his normal sensitivity. His tongue lolled with spent enthusiasm as Corey slowed to a stop, her own body tiring from the euphoric eruption.

Winded, the little vixen gasped for breath as she asked, "How was that?"

"Glorious," panted Lykanos, relishing the tenderness she had managed to subdue him with.

Patting at his chest, she waited for his knot to calm as she straddled him. "Glad to hear it. See? We tamed that beast of yours. Just needed a... woman's touch." Giggling at her own joke, Lykanos shook his head in appreciation.

Flatly, he chided, "Ha ha. Very funny."

Tapping his hip, she used a loving tone. "Oh, you know you liked it. Now, as soon as you let me go, I call the shower. I need to clean up after that."

"Yea you do," teased the werewolf. "Look at that belly. You're stuffed to the brim."

She did seem a bit pudgier that when they started, the seed and the humongous penis lodged inside her adding to her perceived chubbiness. "Oh, ha ha yourself, mister." Poking at his gut, she tried to stand, the hesitant bulge giving way with a sickly, squeezing, slurp of a pop. White fluid flooded into Lykanos' fur as the leftovers escaped her petite frame. Taking a tiny swipe from his tip, she tasted their mess before strutting to the bathroom.

Lykanos was more than happy to watch her tails waggle, her butt a sexy roundness that pleased up until it disappeared. With her gone, he was left to not make the mess any worse. Carefully, he scooped up his own spent sperm in his left paw pad as he wobbled to the kitchen, the semen rinsing down the sink as he grabbed the paper towels and dabbed his fur, sticky strands lacing in between his belly fluff. Going to the chair, he smeared up the mess before washing his hands and grabbing a skillet. After such a triumphant day of passionate sex, he was feeling like steaks. Two for him, one for little ol' her. Setting them on the stove, he took in the fragrance of the uncooked meat, a succulent tenderness that made his mouth water. As he savored the scent, he was hit with a sudden realization. He'd not yet done any of the things him and Corey discussed on their walk. Lykanos had been too busy playing with his penis to appreciate his enhanced senses. Clicking on the burner, he chided himself, "Dangit... you're such a furry. And here I figured my new form was going to be at the top of the list." Stroking at the fur of his lower jaw, he smiled. "No time like the present."

Leaning back against the sink, the large canine closed his eyes and tried directing his ears. It took a couple attempts for him to focus on the sounds, but he could hear it, the noise of his neighbor's dog through the wall. The animal was pacing back and forth through what Lykanos assumed was the living room if the apartment on the other side was a mirror of his own. His powerful hearing slowly migrated toward the bathroom where he could hear Corey presumably checking herself out, gentle words clear in his ears as they pivoted to his right. Quickly, he pulled his powerful points down as he scolded himself. "Give the woman her privacy, you pervert." Although the magic reduced his inhibitions, Lykanos was still a gentleman at heart and was not about to betray the trust of a friend. Instead, he growled at himself and decided to refocus on something else.

Moving the claws of his right hand before his face, he pulled the digits in with a forced strain. "I wonder... as much as I hate the thought of doing it, I wonder if I can shift back to human." Though he'd prefer to remain in his current state indefinitely, the option of shifting between forms had its advantages. Beyond that, he thought that if he could go back to human, there was also a chance he could go further into the shape of an animal, a possibility that pleased him far more than his original state.

Twitching and pulling in on his muscles, he kept his focus locked on the fingers. The thought of making them take on a human appearance dominated his mind. He imagined them as they were before, strong, large digits of tanned flesh, nails with a subtle point, weak and frail in comparison to his bestial claws. Doubling his efforts, he snarled from the effort. "Grrrrr, come on. Come on! You can do this. Concentrate. Focus... CHANGE!" Releasing the tension he'd built up, he sighed as he geared up for another go. "Come on, bud. You've got this. You're a werewolf after all. It's in your blood." Flexing his whole body, the muscular canid focused on how he was, a hairy, bearded man. He fought past his lycanthropic self-image and managed to bring his old human self into his mind's eye. "Come on..." The veins in his neck pulsed as he forced his body to strain to his will. Groaning, he clenched his jaw and closed his eyes... but nothing happened, his powerful frame relaxing as he huffed.

Flipping the barely seared slabs of cow with a gentle pinch of his claws, he licked them clean as he spoke his thought aloud. "Guess I'm a full time werewolf." As a half-hearted joke to himself, he flatly stated, "Oh no," to which he couldn't help but grin. This is exactly what he wanted and he was loving it.

Before Lykanos had even left the bed, Corey had the door closed and slouched to the floor, her stamina completely drained. It took what little energy she had left to walk away from him in a confident swagger, but knowing how his eyes were locked on her curves made the whole thing worth it. Still, her legs were pudding after the repeated abuse she put herself through.

With her back to the door, her glance to the right was disheartening as she noticed the sink cabinet was about as tall as she was while sitting. "Still not fair," she seethed as she tried to rock forward, the stiffness keeping her in place. In a hush, she complained to herself, "Ow ow ow. Lucky Lykanos with his werewolf stamina. Here I can barely even sit. He really did a number on me, that beast." While she'd have hated to admit it to him, she was honestly impressed with his relentless vigor despite the fact that it left her battered and bowlegged.

After a few minutes rest, she tried to rise again, this time more successfully. As her butt left the floor, a small pool of the creamy mess she had been filled with lingered behind, the fur of her leg breaking the strand that clung between her crotch and the linoleum. Grabbing hold of the counter to aid her balance, she noticed the reflection in the mirror. Though she could only see down to her cleavage, a consequence of losing so much of her height, the being in the reflection was foreign yet familiar. While her colors were that of her fursona, the blue bangs on one side and mismatched eyes, one her old emerald green and the new a blue like her hair patch, the shape and size were all wrong. The muzzle was too narrow, the cheeks to dainty. It was all too... feminine. The word dropped her gaze as it crept through her thoughts. Placing her padded palms over her eyes, she shook her face to the sides before snapping back to reality.

Instead, her mind wandered to a harsher realization. "How will I tell my family..." Moving her hands to the edge of the countertop, she rested her chin as her orange ears sank low. Between her parents, brothers, and sister, nobody knew she was a furry and she had honestly hoped to keep it that way. As shocking as that might be, she was certain the new changes would be far more troubling. Tormenting herself with the idea, Corey spoke half-heartedly. "Hey guys, guess what. I'm a furry. Surprise! Oh, also, you now have another sister. I almost forgot... I'm a freaking fox!" Bitter tears pooled in her eyes as she tried to find some shred of solace. "At least one of my brothers might get a kick out of a werewolf boyfriend." Her weeping dried into shock as it hit her. "Oh, god! How will I explain Lykanos to them?" In a mocking tone, she sneered, "Hey guys, this is my werewolf boyfriend. This one time he fucked me so hard that it literally hurt." With a huff, she added, "Yea, that would go over so well."

Pushing away from the counter, the distance gave her a chance to see her own breasts, the bulges large, round, and supple. Giving them a gentle lift, she turned and took another step back. Testing their weight as she took in their reflection, her worry was partially eased. "At least Lykanos was right. I am a pretty sexy vixen." She took the chance to take them in from different angles, her profile revealing her womanly curves, a seductive elegance that her hand couldn't help but follow, her fingers gliding through the fur as she produced a lusty sigh. "Alright, I do have to agree. I make a smoking hot woman. I'll never admit it to him, but yea." With a smile, she turned away from the attractive sight as the twinge in her legs grew, the ache of her abuse setting back in. "For now, a shower."

Pulling back the curtain, Corey hobbled into the tub, her thighs exhausted from so much work. Checking out the knob, she realized that she had to yank it for water, her small size and dainty frame making it take twice the required effort. In a foolish move, she kicked the showerhead on, cold water streaming down on her head. "EEK!" Rushing to the far side, she saw that the head was pointed down, an unfortunate thing for her since it was terribly out of reach. Instead, she was forced to wait as the water heated up, the damp fox poking her paw under the stream. As soon as it was comfortable, she entered the cascading flow and took her time to enjoy it.

The first thing she noticed was her stomach, the subtle bulge lingering from when she had been rammed out. Thinking back, she was a little disgusted with herself for how she had treated the new body. As a woman, pregnancy was a very real risk, so she should have been more cautious. After all, canines could breed in the wild, so what was to say a werewolf and a kitsune couldn't have a litter?

Shaking the idea from her head, it only added to her troubles. She'd never had to worry about having kids before, or even pups or kits for that matter. Rubbing a hand up her torso, she let the water part her fur as she savored the touch of her little teats. "Maybe a litter wouldn't be so bad," she said to herself as her paw migrated down to her crotch. Again, she forced the thought away. "No. I'm still a man at heart. This is stupid." Parting her folds, she just stood there as the steam gathered on the curtain. A portion of the left over fluid leaked into her finger, a slimy concoction that she lifted through the downpour and held to her nose. A gentle sniff enticed her, but she let the goo wash away from her pad tips, the rough, calloused flesh rubbing the remains free. "Okay. Here goes," she said as her fingers returned to her snatch. "Careful." Delicately, two of her fingers swept in to help clean her out, though as she went, the water-matted fur flicked at her clitoris, the sensation luring out a lewd response. The husky moan was repeated with the second attempt, her desire for a little self-service on the rise.

"You're better than this," she told herself as she played, another flick forcing her to lean against the wall. "Or..." Raising her free paw to her large mound of tender flesh, she brushed against the nipple as she groped. Huffing, she dug deeper with her greedy claws. "Or... I could make sure I really clean myself out. Yea." Though she didn't believe it, she teased herself with the afterthought, "If I clean it all out, there's nothing to worry about." It was enough to seduce herself with, the curious fingers exploring her cavern. Back and forth they wiggled, the sensation buckling at her legs as she bent forward, steamy droplets striking the back of her ears in a loud rush. The clean, clear liquid poured down her muzzle, a strange feeling that pushed against her fur. The dainty snort shot speckles of the agitating flow away as her focus returned to what was important.

Groping was satisfying, but it wasn't doing the trick. Instead, she decided to add a bit of slickness. After all, her fur needed cleaned, too. Pausing to get a little shampoo, she stepped back from the flow and shook her fur. Water pounded the walls as she cleared the weight. Then, taking the paw-full of conditioning shampoo, she worked it into her breasts, the pads slipping over the perky nipples as she caressed herself. Moving lower, she cleaned at her smaller mounds, the eager buds relishing the attention as her other paw rose to add the suds to her neck and cheeks. As the bubbles covered her, she moved lower, her hips and thighs sudsing up. Before she entered herself with the cleansing slickness, she noticed that her belly had gained a little more weight, her figure almost seeming fat compared to what it had been. "What is going on?"

Ignoring the growing problem, she opted for entertainment, the slippery fingers following the line of her womanhood up until they fondled her clit. Slipping a finger below, she rubbed it a few time before letting the foxy finger pierce the veil, a whine of satisfaction escaping her foamy face. The other horny finger followed inside as she worked the walls, cleaning the shame from her inner sanctum while moaning with delight. Her other hand took some suds from her breasts as it snuck down, testing the nipples along the way. Once between her legs, it grappled her glory spot, the bliss of the action forcing a loud whimper of joy. Nervously, she pushed against the wall, sure Lykanos could hear her. Still, she was so close and not going to stop.

Corey grew adventurous, sitting and digging deeper as she changed up her outer stimulus. Forking her fingers in a "v", she rubbed the lips to her opening as the abrasive palm pad teased her aroused bud. Parting wide, she knew it was working, the greedy fingers gliding along her glorious sweet spots. Grinding her hips as she worked, her dampened body slowly slid down the wall as she sat and played. Almost flat on her back, she had reached her goal, climax seizing her body as the fingers were squeezed by wave after wave of euphoria. "Oh ho! Fuck! Hmmmm, yes!" Corey's toes curled in the air as her body shook with exhilaration. She hadn't noticed before, but a little spurt of liquid left her opening, covering her fingers in a clearish goo. Giving it a sniff, she shuddered as she washed it away, her own femininity suddenly more real than it had been moments ago.

"Gross," she said half-heartedly, inwardly enjoying every bit of her new genitalia. Scooting forward, her tails wagged with their new freedom, further acknowledging her love of the situation. Coming back into the water, she cleaned herself seriously, no longer seeking the release of masturbation. Standing, she cleared the suds from her belly, a terrifying sight suddenly revealing itself to her awestruck blue and green eyes. There was no longer any doubt: she was pregnant.

Rubbing at the sides, her stomach poked out, her body a few months into a typical pregnancy. "No no no," she repeated as she paced back and forth through the stream, the calming warmth doing little to help her predicament. "There's no way this can be real. It has to be a dream." Running her fingers through her hair, she hissed past her tiny teeth. "A dream that reamed me out multiple times." Pulling her digits free, she let loose a muffled scream, not wanting the werewolf on the other side of the door to hear. "Think. Think. Think. There has to be some way to reverse this. I mean, come on. Magic got you into this, magic can get you out of it." Looking down to her fertile figure, she shook her head in disappointment. "I'd give birth before I ever found a solution."

The realization made her nauseous as she dropped to her hands and knees, face beyond the veil of water and she raised her paw to her mouth and dry heaved. "I'm pregnant," she stammered as her hand moved down to her bulged belly. "I'm pregnant," she said again as tears welled up in her eyes, the streaks of sorrow joining the rain of the shower head. Terror enveloped her as she sat, half covered by the flow. Regret overwhelmed her mind as she considered everything she had given up. "I'll never be able to go to another convention again. I mean how could I? I'll have kids. Pups. Kits!" Moving a second palm to her subtle bounty, she whispered, "A litter." Closing her eyes, she continued to weep. "I guess I could still go camping. After all, Lykanos is a werewolf. He'd love that. But what about me? I'll just be some stay-at-home kitsune mom. How will that even work? There's no way either one of us can show our muzzles in public. How are we going to provide for our litter?"

Petting her lump, she started considering other venues of motherhood. "What if I'm not a good mother? Up until a few hours ago, I wasn't even ready to be a father, but a mother? I don't even know what to do. How would I raise these things? Will they be wolves? Will they be foxes? Maybe they'll be human! And how many? One? Two? A full on fucking pack?" Covering her mouth, instinct took hold as she apologized to her unborn offspring. "I'm sorry, little ones. Mommy didn't mean it."

As she sulked, a tiny spasm poked at her insides. A couple minutes later, she felt another. The life forces within her were starting to grow more active, little kicks here and there, her excitement growing at this new development. Worry faded as she focused on the movement within her, three distinct entities presenting various nudges. "Triplets. I think I'm going to have triples." Her face glowed as she considered this change. No longer stuck in self-loathing and terror, her mind wandered to the future. "I wonder what they'll be... Maybe two boys and a girl. I think I'd like that."

It took almost all of her might to push the knob and end her shower. Pulling open the curtain, she sat on the side of the tub, paws dangling outside as they dripped dry. Resting her hands on her gut, she pleasantly stated, "I'll have to see what Lykanos thinks." Her emotional high plummeted as she said it again, her tone suddenly full of fear. "What will Lykanos think?" Moving her finger to her muzzle, she sheepishly bit down, the worry growing.

"He's going to hate me," she wept, her hands moving to block the waterworks. "This is going to ruin his life, too. He's not going to want to be tied down by some whore that he knocked up." Fighting back the drops of regret, her tone grew angry. "No. This is his fault! If it wasn't for his stupid need to have wild, passionate sex, we wouldn't be in this mess. If he tries to shirk his responsibilities, werewolf or not, I'll tear that deadbeat dad apart!" In her riled frustration, her stomach began to turn, a growing sense of unease seeping into the pit of her insides. Raising a hand to her mouth, she heaved. "I think I'm going to be sick."

Pushing off her seat, she bent over the toilet, knees to the floor and her throat to the rim. In a powerful surge of morning sickness, something Corey never dreamed of experiencing, she threw up violently into the bowl as she held back her hair. Thinking she was finished, another surge pushed forth, her free hand holding the stool as she waited for another. The third bout was far less severe, the frail vixen spitting out the awful taste as she slumped down, back to the shower. "That was gross," she mumbled as she pulled the nearby towel down and whipped her mouth.

Through the door came the call, "Are you alright in there? You've been in the bathroom for over an hour."

Time had slipped her mind as she worried over her present predicament. Taking a moment to respond, her voice was panicked as she tried to keep him out of her situation for as long as possible. "Yea, no need to worry. Just lady things. I'll be out in a few minutes."

"Alright," he shouted back. "You took so long that I ate your steak. Sorry. I'll start another one for you. Should be done by the time you get out."

As the werewolf prepared another piece of meat, Corey rose to her feet. Placing a delicate paw to the door, she paused as she exhaled in a sharp puff, hesitation still clinging to her mind. "Here goes nothing..." Quietly, she left the safety of the bathroom and glided across the carpet. Watching Lykanos as he cooked, her body strained as she leaned to hide her delicate growth. "Hey, um, Lykanos... I need to tell you something."

"Ready for a round three," he teased as he flipped the juicy cut with his claws. "Kidding. Kidding. Just another minute and food will be ready for you."

Cautiously, she said, "I hope you made enough for four."

Confusion streaked across his muzzle as he tried to understand her joke. "That hungry, huh?"

With his attention drawn, she stepped out, her subtle roundness exposed as she spoke, her voice a mix of joy and regret. "Lykanos, I'm pregnant."

"You..." taking in the full sight dropped his jaw. "You're... pregnant. How- How are you pregnant?"

Irritation edged her voice as she retorted, "I don't know, Lykanos. Maybe it was the rounds of magically induced sex."

Shaking his finger, the wolf had the answer. "Your idol. Inari! Inari is the kami of fertility. And kitsune like a good, mischievous prank."

Emotion welled at the corner of Corey's eyes as she let out a long, drawn out, "Lykanos."

Turning off the heat, he ran to her, a comforting pat to her back as he tenderly tested her belly. "Hey. Hey. I'm here. I won't make you do this alone. Fertility god or not, we're in this together." Feeling a feisty kick, his face lit up. "This is the dream of many a werewolf, you know. Our own little pack."

Placing her petite fingers over his, she held him there as she whispered, her voice settling into a happy stillness. "Our own little pack."