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Your first sexual encounter isn't always the kind of thing that you should try to rush, but there will always be those who feel that it's for the best to get the experience over with.

There always was, and likely always would be plenty of pressure on males to have sexual intercourse for the first time. Though it was rarely an official rite of passage, many males believed that a man was only truly a man after bedding someone, and though it was hard to lay proof to the claim without photos or video, there were those males out there who claimed that they could tell if you were lying or not.

Whether or not there was actually some profound change in the personality of a male, before and after his first sexual encounter was unclear, but certainly, there were plenty of poor, lonely males out there who were willing to go to extreme lengths to try and get between the sheets with someone.

Lucas didn't have a lot of money, so hiring a female to sleep with him was right out the window. His social life was a disaster, and even if he had a good circle of friends to help him out, he was terrible at talking to women, no matter how hard he tried to treat them like they were just another guy.

Most nights, the poor husky went to sleep with his ears folded back to his head, and even in his dreams, he wasn't safe from the taunting. Societal pressure was building on him to finally be rid of his virgin status, turning his every dream of a sexual encounter into a horrid nightmare, usually ending in him being laughed at or ridiculed for his attempts.

He'd awake with a thick, throbbing erection most mornings, and though he had his own bedroom in the small house he'd grown up in, he rarely had what he considered enough privacy to do anything about his problems. It wasn't until he was safely hidden away in the shower that he was able to wrap his paws around his pulsing length and rub his stresses away, but the act was beginning to feel hollow, as much as it was physically pleasurable.

Growing desperation left Lucas sitting up another night, flat in his bed, staring at the ceiling and playing with the tufts of fur upon the end of his fluffy, curl tail.

"I mean, it's not like I can just walk down the street and ask some girl to do it for me...'virginators' don't exist in real life," Lucas muttered, and once again, the black fur upon the backs of his ears folded with the rest of the flesh, sitting down against the back of his head. It seemed that he was pouting almost all of the time, lately, and though he felt justified in doing so, he was getting tired of hugging a pillow almost every night and pretending that it was a female.

Even if he didn't know what he was missing out on, Lucas couldn't imagine that the soft, feather-stuffed object of comfort was anything close to a real consolation.

Sleep was struggling to come to the husky, even after the midnight hour had passed, and though it was poor emotions that kept him awake, his body was finally winning out, with the need for sleep. The lack thereof was quite a bit of the reason for his vivid dreams of late, and sometimes, he wasn't sure if he was dreaming, as much as he was seeing things.

When a long, slender leg stepped through the wall of his bedroom, however, and came to rest on the other side of his hip, he was sure that he had to be dreaming, and he was already worried about how this particular encounter was going to turn into a nightmare.

"Lemme guess...another poor, overly eager male who just wants to lose his virginity without falling in love first or thinking about the consequences of having sex?"

Though he'd been able to gather such by looking upon the leg, the soft, silky tones of the voice confirmed that it was a female, and the pitch was of just such a height that it tickled Lucas' ears as it passed through them.

"It's not that simple," Lucas felt a greater need to defend his misery than he did to panic, but as the rest of the female began stepping through his wall, he realized not only that he was in full control of the moment, but as the weight of her footpaws bowed the mattress between his legs, he came to accept that he wasn't dreaming; there really was a long, slender woman stepping through a solid, wooden wall, to come and stand over his body in the bedroom. "...And...h-how the hell did you do that?!"

Her face was clearly vulpine, with sharp, clean lines leading to a narrow muzzle, and her ears were sharper than the ones that Lucas was proud to sport. Her dress was unusual, given their location; she wore a flowing kimono that parted just above the thigh, and each time she turned her hips whatsoever, the cut flirted with showing off her most sacred region, no doubt an intentional design.

"A kitsune has all kinds of powers that the likes of a simple mortal wouldn't understand," she replied, and her eyes slowly began to open with radiant, twinkling orbs of green. "I live within the spiritual ethers that surround this place, and in addition to my ability to phase through some objects, I have very good hearing...so you can imagine that I'm pretty damned tired of hearing you complain about the lack of sex in your life every night!"

Though he didn't know much of the legendary kitsune and their kin, Lucas knew of their supposedly mischievous ways. As shocked as he was to see a female come through his wall, her admittance of her true species left him skeptical about her presence, even when the top of her kimono flowed so loosely that her cleavage was easy enough to spy upon without easily being caught.

"If you're so much smarter than me, maybe you can tell me why I can't get laid, then?" Lucas asked, crossing his arms to try and cover up the fact that his chest was still heaving rapidly from the panic of her entrance.

"You're whiny, for starters," the kitsune replied. As she spoke, she lifted the tip of one of her nine tails to her torso and gently stroked over the end of the fur, as if it helped her to think of the reasons. "You lack outward confidence, you don't really put yourself out there, and rather than trying to make friends with a girl and getting to know her, you just get upset when every girl in the world doesn't fall before you, ass up and pussy dripping."

Lucas wasn't getting much of the mischief from the kitsune, but instead, he felt as if she was slicing him with a venom-riddled blade, and cutting back over the same wounds before they had time to close. "You...apparently pay very close attention to my ranting," Lucas replied weakly, thinking that it would be pointless to deny the allegations, if she really could hear him complaining every night. "But maybe some constructive criticism would help, rather than just tearing me down?"

"You've been getting plenty of helpful advice from close friends and family, Lucas. Why would my being positive change anything for you?"

"Because you're a girl...and one who I might actually want to...y'know. Do things with."

The kitsune rolled her eyes. "That's not really a flattering way to qualify me as a person, Lucas. You need to learn how to give women a little more credit and value than being sex toys before they're going to do anything for you. If you can't figure that out, all of my advice would be pretty worthless!"

With the shock of her presence fading quickly, Lucas was finding he had a great disdain for the kitsune, who was intent to do nothing more than remind him of his flaws. Of course, she was giving him the female point of view about his attempted conquests, and when she put things into perspective for him, he couldn't help feeling a little badly for it.

"I know that girls are worth more than that, but I'm tired of being patient! I don't even know where to start, when it comes to getting a girl to like me!"

"You're almost on the right track," the kitsune admitted. "Knowing where to start is pretty important, but you shouldn't be worried about getting a girl to like you; you should be worried about getting to know her and finding out what hobbies and activities she likes. You should start by finding out her name, even."

Assured that the kitsune was taunting him, it only then occurred to Lucas that he never asked for the name of the sensual vixen. "O-oh," he stammered, feeling rather bashful at the thought of how foolish he was. "What's y-your name, then?" he asked, feeling as he'd been put on the spot by the kitsune, as if this were some kind of audition. "And what do you like to do?"

"Having a little more confidence might help next time," she replied quickly, "But since you're new to the whole 'talking to girls' thing, my name is Aria...are you sure you want to know what it is that I like to do?"

A grin began spreading across Aria's muzzle, and the sharp curvature of her fangs was evermore present as she began leaning a little closer to the resting husky. Always a naked sleeper, Lucas was only then starting to remember that his tail being curled across his lap was the only thing giving him any sense of modesty, and whether she was real or not, she was indeed gorgeous, and floating just above his naked form, drawing closer by the second.

Lucas was absolutely certain that the moment was real before, but he was beginning to lose faith in that, as he gulped and gave a subtle nod. "I'd l-like t-to know, yes. I'm very interested."

The smooth, wide band of silk that kept Aria's kimono closed was slowly pulled free by her slim, delicate paws, and as the entirety of her nude figure was presented to Lucas, she straddled down over his lap and gripped his arms. They were completely limp in his moment of shock, making it easy for her to lift them over his head and maneuver the silk band around them, before tying it off to the headboard of his bed.

"I like dominating desperate little nerds like yourself," she admitted in a smoky, lustful whisper, punctuating the moment with a teasing lick of Lucas' right ear. Within seconds, his covered member was closer to a woman's nethers than it had ever been, but Aria was every bit the tease that she'd gained a reputation for; she began sliding back off of his hips, allowing her paws to roam down the fur of his torso and along the smooth, taut muscles of his thighs, before her chin rested right upon his pubic mound, just above his sheath.

Trembling at each and every touch that Aria provided, Lucas showed his lack of experience as the tapered, sharp tip of his canine length popped right out of the sheath and began throbbing. As her cleavage teased over the growing rod, precum immediately began to stain her fur, but she giggled as it mingled in with the creamy white of her underbelly, and even when it drooled on the side of her cheek as she nuzzled into it, she wasn't dismayed.

"Th-this can't be real," Lucas completely lost faith in the moment as he quivered against the bed, finding that even the thin, silky band was enough to keep his arms tied above his head. Like something right out of his deepest fantasies, perhaps a fact that Aria was aware of, the deviant kitsune turned her cheek and opened wide, engulfing the very tip of Lucas' cock into her long, narrow mouth.

The husky was glad to have lasted that long, as he experienced a delicious combination of tight, clenching warmth and lewd moisture unlike anything he'd ever known. Suckling against the flesh and pulling her head back just a little bit, Aria watched as trails of her saliva poured down over the canine length and soaked the base of the fuzz upon his sheath, still grinning around her mouthful.

Eyes that glowed with a renewed sense of mischief gazed up at Lucas, and as he gulped nervously, she swirled the flat of her tongue around the tip of his member, acting like it was the end of a slowly melting ice cream cone, not wanting to let a single trickle of melted, sweet cream slip past her. Lucas felt like an open book to her, and if everything she was true, she'd really heard all of his complaints, and worse, all of his fetishes in the previous nights, giving her all of the ammunition that she would ever need to blackmail him into the next century.

How he could worry about such a thing when the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen was gulping down inch after inch of his cock was beyond even his own understanding, but when a paw cupped the underside of his full, swollen balls and gave them a teasing squeeze, she brought him right back into the moment, and right to the edge of his climax.

"Gotta...g-gotta last...hnnf..." Lucas was panting rapidly as he struggled to hold out, assuming that he had something to prove after the kitsune mocked him so readily. His inexperience with a woman, however, and the years upon years of skill that Aria built up clashed, with the kitsune winning out in punishing fashion.

Her own level of ability helped her to deal with the plentiful, virile load of cum that began bursting into the back of her mouth without warning, and though her eyes went wide for a moment with shock, they began to narrow with disappointment as frustration as she reflexively swallowed around the tip, not letting a single drop of the creamy, thick load slip past her lips.

Quaking legs shook the entire bed, and hips began to buck uncontrollably as Lucas pumped his hips toward the vixen's face, pounding right into the end of her muzzle. "I'm cumming! O-oh, fuck! I n-never knew...never knew it c-could feel so good!" he praised Aria as she worked, and each time she felt a throb against her tongue, she gently clenched his sack, hoping to ensure that every tasty little morsel was drained from the husky, finding that she quite enjoyed the taste of his yield.

The delectable flavor didn't take away from her disappointment, however, as she pulled back and wiped her lips clean. "...That's really as long as you could last, Lucas?"

The husky was silent, and his ears would have folded back, if he wasn't still trembling with orgasmic bliss.

"It's too bad, really. If you'd lasted just a few minutes longer, I would have let you be on top."

An unclear message left Lucas to raise an eyebrow, and as his head tilted forth from it's pleasured lax, his entire forehead began to furl.

Hips were squaring out, shoulders were growing broad, breasts were beginning to shrink back, and Lucas was panicking as the changes began to unfold in front of him...