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Nightfall

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

29th June, 2019

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Lakesh sat in silence, his black tipped ears back-swept as he distantly listened to the voices of people. In the corner, an old, beaten up jukebox warbled and scratched as it tried playing the records on its warped turntable.

Lakesh's muzzle stripe twitched, as a dewlap curled slightly, his sensitive hearing and smell bringing with him the sounds and scents of this dive. He'd been bar to bar, looking for something – Lakesh wasn't fussed, if it was male or female. He didn't mind giving, or receiving, but nobody had approached this enigmatic young Vulpine – and nothing had caught his eyes.

A healthy space was left around this enigmatic young Red Fox– it wasn't intentional, it just happened of its own accord.

His tail, with its distinctive black band, and white tip, swayed of its own volition, seemingly possessing an intelligence and mind of its own. He was as he liked to refer to himself as buzzed – others would call it borderline falling down drunk.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

As he ran a claw around the edge of the glass, before using his fingers to push it back across the bar and give a nod to the German shepherd who tended that night, he raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

“Mate, I think you've had enough! I'm cutting you off, I'm sorry.” He spoke, taking the glass and putting it below the counter.

Lifting his head, ice blue eyes met the brown of the shepherd. He stood transfixed by those glacier coloured eyes. He uttered a low whimper, before he stepped back involuntarily. Behind him, on the shelves, glasses and bottles clinked and clattered .They almost fell as his saddle patch on his back collided with it.

Quirking an eyebrow, the Fox merely gave a weak smile – it barely curling his lips, before he reached into his jeans pocket. He flipped a crumpled pile of bills onto the bar, then gave an indifferent shrug as he stood.

“Mayhaps you're right – keep the change.”

Watching him go, the Shepherd shuddered, almost as if something had released him from its grip. In a weak voice, before he swallowed and shuddered from ears to toes, his voice grew louder.

“Last orders please -”

*

Slouching out the door, Lakesh turned his collar up to the drissling rain, and began absently walking. Cars and busses passed him, splashing through puddles of rain as he grumbled quietly and kept walking. He had no destination in mind, no plan, and no idea. He just walked.

“Hey darling, whats a big boy like you doing - “ Come a female voice.

With a disdainful curl of his dewlaps, Lakesh ignored the prostitute.

“Hey, fuck you with a fire hydrant!” She spat as he passed her. “You queer or something?”

With a snort, he shook his head, slicking his triangular ears back and feeling the rain start to drip off them and trickle down his nape, adding to his growing misery. A flickering, barely lit neon sign glimmered out of the mists, then Lakesh grunted.

“Any port in a storm...”

*

Lakesh walked down the stairs, before he reached out with a black furred paw and thought twice about this place. It looked worse than the last rat infested hole he'd poured himself out of, but hey, you never knew...

He slouched through the door, then his eyes blinked as he took in the modern looking cosy tavern. Nothing had prepared him for the secluded little alcove, candles burning brightly on the tables, the wall to wall length bar and the finer class of people who frequented this place.

He stood there, dripping and shivering, before he blinked again, then rubbed his eyes again thinking he must be laying in a gutter somewhere, dreaming.

It was no dream – this place was classy, with a capital C. He shed his jacket and someone seemed to appear out of nowhere to take it, then handed him a ticket. Pocketing the ticket, he glanced around again and breathed in the subtle scents of aromatic candles and the atmosphere of this place.

“Welcome sir,” Come a voice at his left elbow.

With a nervous twitch, Lakesh flinched, then stared into the dark brown eyes of a rabbit in a butler-type suit. From head to foot, the suit was immaculate – and if Lakesh was any judge – it was specifically made for this lapine.

Hunger burned in him, barely suppressed, as he looked the rabbit over, the lapine merely raising an eyebrow slightly – almost imperceptibly – then resumed his calm, disinterested look – perhaps discounting this Vulpine as a threat.

“Welcome to the Black Rabbit Tavern,” Spoke the Rabbit politely, his voice polished and inflection slightly British.

“It's...something!” Lakesh murmured.

“Indeed sir - “ Come the deadpan voice. “Mayhaps sir might like to visit the bar, before devising to see the menu?”

“Yes, please!” Lakesh nodded.

“Certainly, sir!”

Lakesh felt outclassed by the men in tuxedo's and silk suits, women in their evening gowns and jewellery. None gave him a second look, as he was weaved between tables, then sat down in a leather stool at the bar.

“What would you desire, sir?” Come the soft voice of the bartender, a young stag,who polished a glass and held it up to look at it, before placing it down and leaning his paws on the bar.

“He'll have what I'm having, give me another!” Come a quiet, feminine voice to his right.

Lakesh blinked, before he turned his head and his muzzle fell open, as he seen the raven hared human woman gazing back at him – her eyes the deepest brown he'd ever seen.

“I'm Katrina - “ She spoke, holding out a hand.

“Lakesh - “ Lakesh smiled, then gracefully, he lifted her hand and lightly kissed her fingers. “A pleasure madam!”

“My...such manners! Lakesh, did you say? An – uncommon name, may I enquire where its from?”

“An old – clan name, centuries old.” Lakesh smiled slightly. “From the Old Country.”

“Indeed?” Katrina spoke, then took the glasses and tipped Lakesh a wink. “Care to come with me, so we can talk more – privately - “

“Of course - “ Lakesh grinned wider, then rose and followed the woman to a secluded corner in the tavern, then watched as she walked, her hips swaying softly, as he gave a tentative lick of his pale lips.

“I've been looking for someone – _exotic –“ S_poke the lady, as she set the drinks down, then lightly sipped hers through a straw, peering at Lakesh from over the glass.

“I'm not exactly – exotic - “ Lakesh blushed, his ears slicking back. “We Vulpine's are rather – common I fear.”

“Oh, I disagree, to find one with such – manners - “ Katrina grinned, then Lakesh gasped as he felt her toes pressed against his groin under the table, her toes wiggling and flexing against his jeans.

“I - “ Lakesh gasped, then squirmed. “Truly, I'm no-one special, just sought some shelter from the rain outside, hoping to find some – company – for the night, just polite conversation and...urk!”

Lakesh's nails dragged across the table, as his fingers curled and Katrina raised an eyebrow, as her big and second toe pressed firmly against Lakesh's sheath through the jeans. Already, it had started to firm.

“My, is it really raining out there?” Katrina raised an eyebrow. “I'd never have imagined, its so peaceful in here – I've been her for hours, just watching and waiting.”

“I - “ Lakesh stammered, then swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat. “I think it might be easing, shall we – get out of here? I'm not very hungry – not for I imagine, overpriced snacks...”

“Indeed...”

*

Katrina took him back to her place, an expensive, upmarket apartment, that Lakesh's mind couldn't begin to imagine what must cost. Katrina smiled, then took his paw in her hand, leading him over the threshold, then closing the door behind them both.

“Please, make yourself comfortable - “ Katrina smiled, then trailed her fingers lightly along his cheek, tickling his whiskers. “I'll slip into something a bit more comfortable!”

Lakesh wandered the apartment, eyes wide and disbelieving, as he timidly looked at the art works and various sculptures, that must have cost more than he had ever seen in his life. His admiration was broken moments later, as Katrina returned in a silky bathrobe, two drinks held in her hands.

“I hope you don't mind a nightcap - “ Katrina smiled at him, then sprawled languidly on the couch, tipping her drink to him.

“No, not at all!” Lakesh murmured, as he politely clinked glasses and sat next to her.

“Such a handsome young Fox, aren't you?” Katrina murmured, as she sipped her golden liquor, feeling the warmth of it.

Lakesh sniffed his, then his eyes widened as he realised this wasn't some cheap liquor – this was, if his nose wasn't mistaken, a very expensive scotch. He sipped it, and his tongue felt the strong liquor as it trickled down his throat, making him moan softly.

“It's nice, isn't it?” Katrina murmured, as she sat up, then reached out and caressed his cheek again, ruffling the fluff.

'Exceptional!” Lakesh admitted, then leaned his head into the gentle stroking.

Taking another drink, Lakesh set down his glass, before he thought he'd try to be a little forward – he felt in his pickled mind, that Katrina might enjoy it...

He started by sliding a paw around her hips, underneath her gown, finding his leathery paw pads touching her milk white flesh.

“What do you think you're - “ Katrina murmured.

“Shhh..” Lakesh smiled, as he walked his other paw up from her knee, then under the hem of her nightgown and his fingers brushed her labial folds.

“Oh...” Katrina gurgled softly. “Such a...forceful young Vulpine, I don't mind them...”

Lakesh smiled, then used his broad, rough tongue to slurp under her chin, inhaling her scent. He began pleasuring her with his fingers – the other paw sliding from her hip back around and cupping her breast, squeezing it gently.

“I know how to pleasure a woman - “ Lakesh murmured, lapping at her throat again, as two furred fingers parted her labia and slid inside her – expertly finding her clitoris and gently tickling it.

“Uh...” Katrina gasped, her eyes widening and mouth falling open, as she arched her hips against his fingers.

Lakesh grinned, continuing to use his black furred fingers, twirling and thrusting them, before he grunted and felt Katrina's fingers gripping hungrily at his trousers. She quickly undone the belt and then the jeans, pushing them down with her feet before she used both feet to grip the firming sheath between her toes, wiggling them.

“Urk!” Lakesh gasped, then felt himself come to full arousal between her toes.

“Not exactly a - “ Katrina panted, leaning back,which pushed his fingers deeper inside her. “A small fox...are you?”

“No...I'm,,,not.” Lakesh murmured, as he kept teasing her breast, then knelt down on the alpaca rug and pressed his cold, wet nose against her labia – his tongue quickly sliding into her depths and beginning to orally pleasure her.

Katrina's mind whirled – as she felt his cold nose pressed against her belly, his hot tongue feeling like it must be about to tickle her rib-cage, it was so long and gifted! Men had pleasured her – other anthromorphs had pleasured her – but nothing – prepared her for the indescribable feeling this fox was bringing he, his whiskers tickling the inside of her thighs.

For nearly an hour, he worked her depths, inside and out, savouring the pleasure and the taste as she grew increasingly aroused. He slid his paws onto both breasts, using the webbing between his thumb and forefinger to tease and tweak the sensitive nipples in turn, as he growled quietly in an almost feral-like lust and hunger.

“I need...I need my fox inside me - “ Katrina murmured, as she leaned further back, her robe sliding off her shoulders.

“I can...accommodate you in this desire - “ Lakesh smirked.

He began kissing and licking his way up her body, his sharp canines pricking the flesh until he stood up and held himself in one paw. Carefully he guided his impressive member against her folds, then he gasped as he started to slide into her – the warmth of her sex.

'Oh...oh my...” Katrina gasped, as she arched her hips forwards, sliding him down to the large, firming knot. “Go on...do it, bury the bone...tie the...knot...”

Lakesh grinned, before he gripped her by the upper arm and thrust twice, before his firm knot popped inside her and swelled even more, as she bit his shoulder and moaned in surprise and pleasure. He winced at her bite, but squirmed and pushed harder, until he was sure he'd tied with her – then he leaned back and gazed into her eyes, before he smiled – a cruel – predatory gaze.

“What...what are you...” Katrina squealed, seeing that look in his face.

“Oh, don't scream – please...” Lakesh growled. “I'd hate...to make this messy...”

He grinned at her, his dewlaps curling back to reveal the sharp canines, before he grunted and pushed forwards harder, making her breath catch in her pale throat – before he twisted his head to the side and his muzzle dropped like a hammer.

There come the flash of agony, as teeth punctured her throat, the rush of blood quickly licked and lapped, before he pressed his lips to it and bit harder, piercing the carotid artery.

“Urk!” Katrina gasped, her eyes widening.

He lathered the wound with his tongue, salivary glands mingling the blood and saliva together, before his tongue swirled over the wound and he chuckled deep in his throat.

“It won't be long now...”

Katrina tried to scream, but Lakesh's paws wrapped around her throat and squeezed her vocal cords.

“Shush...” He whispered, then grinned at her.

“What...” Katrina wheezed.

She shuddered, her eyes widening and she lifted her hands up. Her nails turned into claws, black and short, before leathery pads appeared on her fingers where her fingertips were. Black, gossamer like fur erupted from the paws, cascading down her forearms like oil. Just past the wrist, it turned a reddish-brown colour that spread over her body quicker and quicker.

“Beautiful...” Lakesh grunted, as he thrust again, feeling Katrina try to scream as he forced his knot deeper.

Her face warped and melted, forming into the triangular like muzzle of a vulpine, the black nose, the sharp canines and the characteristic black muzzle stripe. Her human-like ears succumb, turning into pointed triangular ears, black tipped. She squirmed and moaned helplessly, before Lakesh snickered and pulled her cruelly forwards, as her thick, luxuriant brush grew from her tailbone.

“Yes...quickly now...” He panted, as he thrust within her, his breathing starting to come quicker and quicker, his penis squelching and squirming.

Katrina was unrecognisable – part human, part vulpine, the transformation began to slow, as the russet fur rippled down her calves, then her thighs. He panted and thrust with eagerness and vitality, as she moaned and clawed at his back with her nails. Her feet turned into vulpine paws, replete with paw pads and short, dark nails at the ends of the toes.

Just as he thrust once more, then his orgasm filled her womb and vaginal passage, he yelped helplessly, lost in the pleasure – before feeling Katrina's folds ripple and change – becoming the tighter, hotter sex of a vixen. She savagely bit his shoulder, the sharp fangs sinking deep, as he squealed and thrust again – a second orgasm spurting deep inside her.

“Gods damn it...” Lakesh gurgled, feeling blood trickling from her bite on his shoulder.

“What...did you do...” Katrina gasped, her voice raw and choked with emotion, barely human anymore.

Katrina could only stare up at him as she felt the faintest twinges of new flesh, fur and muscles, muscles that'd never been used in this way.

“I gave you something...a gift...my gift. Oh, I know who you are Katrina, or at least, I suspected! Do you think my kind fools?”

He bucked again, feeling his knot tightly tying him to her, as she yelped and squealed in pain, before he clamped her muzzle closed and grinned at her.

“Shush little vixen...yes, you are a vixen now, just as I am a fox. Oh, I know, you were going to drug me, put me under and tie me up, take me back to your friends who would just love to take me...in every way possible...before they murdered me with silver weapons. What would it be? A quick bullet between the eyes? Or a slow, agonising death, chained by the paws and ankles by silver chains?”

“I never...” Katrina croaked and frowned, trying to make her voice more normal.

“That'll come in time – as will your ability to become fully, well, mostly_, human_ again.”

“You...”

“Yes, I knew, your kind don't hide your scent well from us. What confirmed it, was your eagerness to get me alone...and back here to your apartment. I'm sure there's a gun loaded with silver bullets – here – somewhere...”

“I didn't - “ Katrina gurgled, before Lakesh snarled and glared at her.

'First thing you'll learn...vixen...we can smell lies...not that it matters one wit what you want now...”

END