{"sf1_id":1593491,"sf2_id":"lmXdOozm","title":"Foxbutt, part 1","author":"FeatherWatt","words":4688,"posted_at":"2020-06-21T19:00:03.000Z","tags":["Adorable","Adult","Adult Content","Ass","Balls","Blush","Butt","Cock","Dick","Dildo","Ears","Ejaculation","Grin","Grinning","Knot","Male","Masturbation","Naked","Naughty","Nude","Nudity","Pegging","Penis","Sheath","Solo","Wet"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1593491-foxbutt-part-1","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/lmXdOozm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/9a/a6/9aa618e5-68fb-4427-bf19-1dc60e19b8f0","description":"This is my first furry story! It's about a guy who's always been a fox and never noticed. I hope you like it, and there'll be more coming shortly. I'm posting this here to get feedback before the book goes on sale, so I'd love to hear your thoughts!","content":"Thomas Fox, a young man of twenty, stirs at his alarm. It is a few seconds past 7:30 in the morning on a warm July day in the northern United States, and as he silences the trill, Thomas hears the sound of birdsong from his open window.\n\n \n\nUnhurried, Thomas stretches - sensation focuses around his knees and back at first, a few minor muscle shifts move the tension into his neck, his shoulders, one at a time. His toes point downwards, his hands above his head.\n\n \n\nOutside, the sunrise's dew is still wet, barely beginning to evaporate. Lazily, Thomas reaches downwards, moving into a second verse of the stretch, feeling a warm, damp spot on the sheets around the tip of his erection. In the same stretching motion, he pushes himself downwards with his right hand, provoking a tight ache around the base of his shaft.\n\n \n\nThomas' penis feels different.\n\n \n\nThomas reaches beneath the sheets and takes hold of himself.\n\n \n\nThomas opens his eyes. Something is desperately wrong. He throws back the sheets, and gasps.\n\n \n\nHis penis is a violent reddish pink, bulging outwards at the base.\n\n \n\n_Holy shit, something bit me in my sleep,_ he thinks. _Something venomous and horny._\n\n \n\nConvinced of a nightmare, Thomas reaches up to pinch himself hard in the cheek - the pads of his fingers find a stranger's face, elongated jaw, some kind of thick soft beard.\n\n \n\nThomas screws his eyes shut. The birds outside, oblivious, continue to sing.\n\n \n\nThomas waits for the nightmare to be over. He takes several deep breaths, feels himself relaxing.\n\n \n\n_The nightmare was of me waking up - how am I gonna know when it's done?_\n\n \n\nThomas opens his eyes, very slowly, and looks down at his body.\n\n \n\n\"The fuck,\" he whispers.\n\n \n\nThomas is covered from head to toe in thick fur. His belly and chest are blinding white, fading through orange to a reddish-brown at his sides and legs.\n\n \n\nTwitching and dancing between his thighs is a long, bushy tail.\n\n \n\n\"Nope,\" says Thomas. \"Nope, don't have time for dreams like this, gonna be late for work.\" He closes his eyes and slaps himself, twice, across the muzzle.\n\n \n\n_That's a muzzle._\n\n \n\n_And it hurt._\n\n \n\nThomas opens his eyes again.\n\n \n\nHe's still all fuzzy.\n\n \n\nThomas blinks, and reaches for his phone. His hand is bizarre - furred on the back, the pads of his fingers bare, palms very soft. He opens the camera app, selects the front-facing camera, and aims it towards himself.\n\n \n\nA fox's head stares back at him, the expression tired, bemused, the fur ruffled and flattened on the left side, where he slept.\n\n \n\nHe wiggles his ears. They twitch, revolving backwards, pointing in different directions, acting bizarrely silly. Almost mocking.\n\n \n\nThomas freezes. His tail continues moving of its own accord, swishing, twitching between his buttocks.\n\n \n\nIt tickles.\n\n \n\n\"No, some fucking camera filter,\" he whispers, reaching up to feel his face, \"that's what it is.\"\n\n \n\nHe feels fur. A muzzle. He bares his teeth - pointy fangs, a long tongue.\n\n \n\nThomas leaps out of bed and runs to the bathroom, perhaps trying to leave the alien body in bed, with all the other crazy dreams where it belongs. He yanks open the door and looks in the mirror.\n\n \n\nHis phone wasn't lying.\n\n \n\nThomas is a fox.\n\n \n\nThomas moved out of his parents' house and into his own apartment only a few weeks ago - were this another sort of emergency, he'd probably call Lily, or Jason, or Max. He finds himself ringing his dad.\n\n \n\n\"Come on,\" he whispers, holding the phone awkwardly halfway up his head, the speaker not reaching his ear. He looks in the mirror, readjusts - if he holds the phone so that his mouth is at the speaker, his crazy ear is too high for it.\n\n \n\nHe frowns. A twitch, and his ear folds downwards, covering the top of the phone.\n\n \n\n\"Good morning Thomas,\" says his father's voice, shockingly loud. Thomas winces and dials down the volume, looking away from the mirror and down at his own body.\n\n \n\n\"Dad, s-something really weird's happening,\" he falters, not knowing how to continue. \"I'm gonna video-call you, okay?\"\n\n \n\n\"Okay, son,\" says his father, calm. \"Talk to you in a moment.\"\n\n \n\nThomas hangs up, opens the messenger app, calls. His father doesn't pick up immediately - Thomas waits three or four heartbeats before the blurry, video-compressed outline of his father appears, head resting on a pillow. He can see his mother's hair in the side of the picture, an eye sneaking into frame.\n\n \n\n\"So tell me, son,\" says Dad, \"what's wrong?\"\n\n \n\n\"Lurk ap myee,\" says Thomas, tears welling up. \"Augh ghrawd...\"\n\n \n\n\"Thomas,\" says Dad calmly, \"stop looking at your own video feed and look at me.\"\n\n \n\nThomas drags his eyes down from the little window top right of the screen, and looks at his father, whose video compression is catching up and filling in details.\n\n \n\nThomas stares, and doesn't say anything.\n\n \n\n\"It's okay, Tom,\" says Dad. \"You're still our boy, and we love you very dearly, and will help you in these changes you're going through.\"\n\n \n\n\"WHAT THE HELL?!\" cries Thomas.\n\n \n\n\"Tom, try to stay calm if you can.\"\n\n \n\n\"What do you mean, _calm down?!_\" Thomas looks up at his outgoing video feed. \"Wre're browff fawxsses an' I can'ph hrreven hhalk pbwropberwry...\"\n\n \n\n\"Tom, look at me again.\"\n\n \n\nThomas does as he's told. \"What the hell's going on?! What happened to us?\"\n\n \n\n\"Tom, son, how does a caterpillar walk without tripping over all those legs?\"\n\n \n\n\"It doesn't think about it,\" says Thomas.\n\n \n\n\"Exactly,\" grins the fox that has replaced Thomas' father. He smiles at his mother, off to his left, before turning back to the camera. \"You've been talking through that muzzle since all you could say was \"Mom,\" you're only faltering now because common sense says you shouldn't be able to make these sounds with this mouth. Don't look at your own mouth while you're trying to speak, that's the first lesson.\"\n\n \n\nThomas slides down the wall. His furry butt hits the floor with a thump. \"Dad, _please_ start making sense.\"\n\n \n\n\"Give it here,\" comes Mom's voice. Dad obliges, and Thomas' phone is filled with the face of his mother - reassuringly human. \"Tom!\" she says, \"there you are! It's _so_ good to see you.\"\n\n \n\n\"It's good to s-see you too, mom,\" says Thomas, his chest beginning to hitch, tears soaking into the fur beneath his eyes. \"Mom, is Dad a fox?\"\n\n \n\nHis mother smiles. \"Yes, honey, he sure is.\"\n\n \n\n\"Am _I_ a fox?\"\n\n \n\n\"Yes, honey, and so is granddad.\"\n\n \n\nThomas watches his mother's face blur, trying not to cry. He hasn't cried in half a decade. He's a man, with his own apartment, his own job, his own independence.\n\n \n\nHis eyes crinkle half-closed, his left hand reaches up to cover his muzzle, and he cries.\n\n \n\n\"Oh, sweetie,\" says his mother, softly. \"It's okay.\"\n\n \n\n\"Listen to your mother, son,\" says his father. \"Nothing's wrong. This is a happy day. I'm proud of you.\"\n\n \n\n\"Put dad back on,\" breathes Thomas, weakly. His mother obliges. \"Dad,\" says Thomas, \"what made us change?\"\n\n \n\nHe looks upon the unfamiliar face of his father. \"Nothing, son,\" he says, in the same deep voice he'd remembered since before he could remember anything. \"We haven't changed a bit. You've always been like this, and so have I. But people are _very_ good at ignoring things that don't fit in with how they think the world should work. Apart from Doc Chaudry, your mother and your grandfather are the only people in my life who know who I am.\" He smiles. \"Until today. I love you, son.\"\n\n \n\nThomas stares at his phone, blinking back tears. \"Other people can't see this?\"\n\n \n\nHis father shrugs. \"More like won't.\"\n\n \n\n\"Our little cub,\" says his mother, out of frame. Thomas can hear the smile in her voice. \"He's all grown up. Thomas, let me look at you.\" His mother's face appears, resting on his father's chest.\n\n \n\n\"You're so handsome,\" says his mother. \"Even I couldn't see it, until today. You look _just_ like your father.\"\n\n \n\n\"Why today?\" asks Thomas. \"Why didn't I know?\"\n\n \n\nHis mother and father share a glance with a grin. \"Honey,\" says Mom, her lips pursed together to try to keep from smiling, \"your father only found out he was a fox when we started dating.\"\n\n \n\n\"It's something to do with collapsing a wave function,\" says Dad. \"When...\" he pauses. \"When the physical body is _observed,_ by a certain _category_ of observer, then whatever force is acting upon us has to decide which...\"\n\n \n\n\"Oh honey, that's far too theoretical for before eight in the morning, let me - you're aware of your body, Tom, because somebody else out there is... also becoming aware of it, and perhaps thinking about it.\" The grin breaks through. \"Y'know. In detail.\"\n\n \n\nTom stares at his mother.\n\n \n\n\"I wonder who she is,\" says Mom, looking at Dad. She catches herself, looks quickly back to the camera. \"Or he! That's fine!\"\n\n \n\nHis father's eyebrows rise. \"Yes, Tom, it's fine if it's a he. We want to make that _very_ clear.\"\n\n \n\n\"Guys,\" says Tom, blushing beneath his fur, \"I'm...\"\n\n \n\n\"Either way is fine with us,\" says Mom. \"Isn't it, honey?\"\n\n \n\n\"As long as they're nice,\" nods Dad.\n\n \n\n\"Or a they!\" says Mom. She looks to Dad, nudges him, catches his eye. \"_Could_ be a they, you know.\" Looks back at the camera. \"And that's fine! Whoever makes you happy!\"\n\n \n\nTom raises a hand, and the reassurances trail off. \"Putting... just... putting that aside, for the moment,\" he says -\n\n \n\n\"Uh-huh?\" say Thomas' parents, in unison.\n\n \n\n\"What...\" Thomas swallows. \"What do I do now?\"\n\n \n\n\"Ah, right,\" says Dad. He clears his throat. \"Now, young man, take a shower, and go to work. Isn't it release day?\"\n\n \n\n\"Yeah,\" says Thomas, \"the new GTA.\"\n\n \n\n\"Brush your teeth,\" says Dad. \"For now, do it without looking, and you'll be fine. Tonight, when you've got more time, practice in the mirror.\"\n\n \n\n\"Be careful of your tail,\" says Mom.\n\n \n\n\"Honey,\" says Dad, \"let me take this one. Be careful of your tail, sport. These first few days it's going to move more or less randomly. You remember your cousins? You know how very small babies are always hitting themselves in the face?\"\n\n \n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\n \n\n\"They haven't figured out that their arms belong to them, yet. Your tail's been on autopilot this whole time, and it's going to move around on its own until you start reinforcing those neural pathways. Again, practice in the mirror. Do _not,_ son, I repeat do _not_ try to tuck it into your pants.\"\n\n \n\nThomas looks down at himself, back up to his father. \"You're telling me to go out in _public_ like this?!\"\n\n \n\n\"Son, nobody will notice. The only people who can see your true form are your mother and I, and doctor Chaudry. You remember doctor Chaudry?\"\n\n \n\n\"I remember. I haven't seen her in years, though.\"\n\n \n\n\"Because you haven't had a sick day since you were a cub. We should all get together sometime soon and give her the good news.\"\n\n \n\n\"Mom?\"\n\n \n\n\"Yes, honey?\"\n\n \n\n\"Could you _really_ not see me? And dad and doctor Chaudry could?\"\n\n \n\nThomas is astonished to see tears in his mother's eyes. \"That's right, honey. Doctor Chaudry could see you because she was concerned mostly with your body, and she only ever saw what was really there. Her mother was your father's doctor. Your father could see you because he never saw anything else. When you were _very_ small, sometimes if I looked one way you were my beautiful baby boy, and if I looked the other way you were my darling cub.\" Her tears soak into Dad's chest fur. \"But over time, as your father would say, my wave function collapsed, and you were my boy. Now...\" she smiles through the tears. \"Now I see you.\"\n\n \n\nThomas smiles, and there is quiet for a moment as everyone wipes their eyes.\n\n \n\n\"And your father misspoke,\" says Mom. \"There's _one_ more person who can see you. Or who'll be able to see you, very soon. So go out there and find her!\"\n\n \n\n\"I will, Mom. I love you.\"\n\n \n\nHis mother smiles back at him. \"I love you too, my darling fox boy.\" Her eyes widen. \"Or him!\"\n\n \n\n\"Or they,\" says his father, holding up a finger.\n\n \n\n\"We really don't mind,\" says his mother.\n\n \n\n\"As long as you're happy,\" says his father.\n\n \n\n\"Alright, guys,\" says Thomas, sniffling.\n\n \n\n\"Get in the shower before you're late for work!\" says his father. \"Just act normally. Don't draw attention.\"\n\n \n\n\"Sell lots of cartridges!\" says Mom.\n\n \n\nThomas chuckles. \"I will, Mom.\"\n\n \n\n\"We love you, son.\"\n\n \n\n\"I love you too, guys. Still on for dinner tomorrow?\"\n\n \n\n\"That's right,\" says Dad, \"unless you want to move it to tonight.\"\n\n \n\n\"I'm doing a late one,\" says Thomas, \"can I call you later?\"\n\n \n\n\"Absolutely,\" says Dad, \"we'll talk more later. Go to work!\"\n\n \n\n\"Bye!\" says Thomas, feeling much better.\n\n \n\n\"Bye! We love you!\"\n\n \n\n\"Bye!\"\n\n \n\nThis cycle goes back and forth a few more times before Thomas ends the call.\n\n \n\nThomas sits on the floor for a moment, his butt rapidly cooling against the tile. He feels far less distressed.\n\n \n\nAfter a few slowing heartbeats, he has enough spare attention to realize that he video-called his parents and held a lengthy, life-changing conversation... while not wearing any clothes.\n\n \n\nHis hands slowly reach up to cover his face, and he sighs cringingly into his palms. He stays like that for a moment, his cheeks hot, reassuring himself that he was holding the phone at eye-level the whole time.\n\n \n\nAfter a few seconds he's relaxed enough to remember his surname, and groan \"Fucking _seriously?!_\" into the empty room.\n\n \n\n_Better get in the shower quick,_ reasons Thomas, _before there's another bump on this emotional rollercoaster._\n\n \n\nThomas eases his butt off the floor, his tail swishing to his right. He turns on the shower, tests its temperature, and begins to step in.\n\n \n\nThomas hesitates. He places a towel on the floor, deciding to leave the shower curtain open. A mirror hangs on the wall opposite the shower, covering his medicine cabinet.\n\n \n\nThomas steps in, looking over his shoulder at his reflection. His tail grows from somewhere around the base of his spine, its base peeking between the top of his buttocks. He wiggles, experimentally - his tail swishes back and forth in time with the motion of his butt.\n\n \n\nHe has a new body. A stranger's body, and yet his own. Thomas smiles, and turns around to look at himself.\n\n \n\n_I'm cute,_ he thinks, astonished. _I'm a cute, fuzzy foxboy._ His eyes travel down his chest - he works out with slightly relaxed regularity, which is enough to give him decent pectorals, but he has always had small bones. Exercise made his muscles sharp and defined and strong but never much larger - he didn't get big and sexy, he got sinewy and ropey. His forearms looked like something you'd find in an anatomical textbook - beautiful in a way, but... \"in a way.\" Perhaps in a way more technical than aesthetic.\n\n \n\nNow, though...\n\n \n\nThe white fur of his chest creates a tuft which accents his muscles, and the extra fluffy bulk disguises his small form while softening his definition. He no longer looks skinny, but lithe. Sleek. His forearms no longer resemble twisted masses of steel cables, but instead inviting-looking pillows with their strength implied rather than exposed.\n\n \n\nThomas suddenly feels as though the effort he's put into his physical form has secretly been benefiting this new body, this true body.\n\n \n\nHe is elated at this realization.\n\n \n\nHe is also rather alarmed to discover that his penis has disappeared.\n\n \n\nThomas quickly stops examining himself in the mirror and looks down - the very tip of his penis is just visible, pointing towards his navel. The rest is hidden inside a sort of furry sheath, retracted almost completely into his body.\n\n \n\nSomething nags at him from a previous biology class.\n\n \n\n_Don't canine penises have... bones?_\n\n \n\nAnother nagging thought bubbles to the forefront of his mind, taking its time as it has to travel some distance upwards.\n\n \n\nHe considers calling Dad again, runs through the conversation in his head, and quickly discounts it.\n\n \n\nHe chuckles, holding his hand up to his ear. \"Dad, dad, how the hell do I pee?\" He holds his other hand up to his other ear and drops his voice an octave, mimicking. \"Tom, my boy, you're twenty years old, you figure it out, take a damn shower and go to work and don't get distracted by being a fox, mind your tail, by the way it's okay to be gay.\"\n\n \n\nHe steps into the shower. Warm water strokes his chest fur, holding it flatter to the skin beneath. Thomas looks in the mirror. He grins.\n\n \n\nWater runs over his new body, flowing down his chest, his tummy, curling through capillary action beneath him, stroking gently the underside of his testicles, flowing tickly down his inner thighs.\n\n \n\nThomas is amazed to see that no water has yet hit the floor of the shower. It's all soaking into his fur. Dampness and then warm saturation slowly flows down his calves before a puddle spreads outwards from his feet.\n\n \n\nThomas cuts the spray. Water continues to flow from his body for longer than he thought possible. Thomas watches it, fascinated, feeling heavy with it.\n\n \n\n_Did this always happen? The water doesn't know that I thought I was human, wouldn't it have behaved the same way yesterday?_\n\n \n\n_Maybe I didn't ever notice. Maybe I was so convinced I was human that I really did see the water bounce and splash off me, maybe I really didn't feel heavier when I was wet._\n\n \n\nThomas starts the spray again, and reaches for his shampoo. He squirts a dollop into his hands, and reaches for his hair.\n\n \n\n_Oh._\n\n \n\nThomas doesn't have any hair. He has the same amount of fur on the top of his head as he does anywhere else - his enormous pointy ears monopolize his cranial real estate.\n\n \n\nHe shrugs, and lathers up anyway.\n\n \n\n_Couldn't this have happened another day?_ he muses as he strokes his ears. It feels good. _Did this really have to happen on the new GTA release date? A day I absolutely can't take off work to read the manual for a whole new body?_\n\n \n\n_Not that there is a manual._\n\n \n\nHe realizes after half a minute or so that his eyes have eased closed and he's spent a long time slowly stroking the outside of his ears.\n\n \n\nHe doesn't stop. Instead he hums a low contented growl, deep in his throat, and exhales noisily.\n\n \n\nIt feels _really_ good.\n\n \n\nThomas' eyes creak open, looking down.\n\n \n\n_Hmm._\n\n \n\nHis penis is slowly extending.\n\n \n\n_Well, that's kinda fascinating to watch._ His erection begins and ends upright - a completely different dawning than the ones he's always been used to.\n\n \n\nWarm water batters his manhood as it emerges, encouraging it.\n\n \n\nThomas winces. It's _sensitive._ Every millimeter slowly exposed is alive with as much sensation as the tip of his glans was yesterday.\n\n \n\nYesterday Thomas was uncircumcised, and as a result never needed to use lube to masturbate - but now, gently wrapping the fingers of his right hand around himself, it feels like he might have to relearn some things.\n\n \n\nThomas squeezes, gently. A pulse of pleasure runs through him, up to just below his bellybutton. He moves his hand, experimentally - his penis is slick with whatever mysterious juices reside in the sheath that covered him. He brings his hand up to his nose, sniffs - musky. Not at all how he smelled yesterday.\n\n \n\nThomas feels himself. His erection is still growing - he feels more slender than he did yesterday, the head less defined. He feels something stretch down near his pubis - it feels intense, almost painful, and he remembers the bulge he saw when he woke up.\n\n \n\nHis groin aches wetly as the widened bulb of his knot yawns out of him, almost painful - then the pressure eases as the bulge narrows at its base.\n\n \n\nThomas looks in fascination at his glistening, aching erection. He cautiously strokes a finger down it, fondling himself - he's slippery with some musky natural lubricant, but the water is quickly washing it away. He wraps his fingers around his cock, biting his lip - he's unbearably sensitive. His penis feels so different in his hand - perhaps a hair longer, perhaps a shadow more slender, except at the widening in the base where it swells to eye-watering proportions.\n\n \n\n_I'll need lube,_ decides Thomas. He reaches out of the shower and into the medicine cabinet, in which is hidden a bottle of hair-raisingly expensive silicone lube which Thomas ordered the day he moved out of his parents' house, along with a slender toy suitable for the inexperienced but curious butt - just to see what all the fuss was about.\n\n \n\nHe grabs the toy while he's at it, leaving the lube on the rim of the tub. Equipped with a suction cup, its natural home is the wall of his shower. Thomas considers it briefly, turning it this way and that, before opening his mouth and sliding his tongue across it.\n\n \n\n_\"Or he,\" they said,_ thinks Thomas. _If it is a he, then..._\n\n \n\nHis long muzzle envelopes the toy to its base, his tongue curling around it like a corkscrew.\n\n \n\n_Jesus... okay, so this mouth is perfectly suited to sucking dong, that's good to know._\n\n \n\n_If it comes up, I mean._\n\n \n\nThomas slides slowly down the wall until he's lying in the bathtub with the water landing splashily on the tail twitching between his thighs, a fine spray kissing the underside of his testicles.\n\n \n\nHe uncaps the lube, applies it to his right hand and aching penis, and slowly strokes his palm down his length.\n\n \n\nThe sensation almost makes him cry out - he bites down on the toy instead.\n\n \n\n_Probably not an awesome habit to get into,_ he thinks, easing up. As his fingers reach the knot in the base of his penis, he feels sensation spread outwards towards his navel and thighs.\n\n \n\n_Maybe my nerves are still getting rewired,_ he ponders, looking down at his dick in his hand. A jewel of precum beads at the tip. _Some of what I'm doing here feels like I'm touching something that's an inch or two outside of my actual body._\n\n \n\nWrapping the fingers of his right hand gently around himself and beginning slowly to stroke, Thomas uses his left hand to pull the toy out of his mouth. He notices for the first time the muzzle in his peripheral vision - once upon a time he would have seen the tip of his nose in the corner of each eye when looking down. Now, a lengthy orange muzzle extends far further into his vision, blurry and translucent.\n\n \n\nHe closes first his left eye and then his right, noting how far the muzzle extends into his field of view. He looks down and crosses his eyes; a black spot appears in the middle of his vision as the two sides of his nose converge, a blurry shadow sprouting white whiskers.\n\n \n\nThomas sticks out his tongue and waves it around, curling it back over his nose.\n\n \n\n_That tongue would be useful with girls too,_ he ponders. His eyes ease closed; Lily enters his mind, stepping shyly but confidently towards him, her feet padding either side of his hips, his abdomen, his shoulders. She looks down on him and gives him a cute little wave, her wetness glistening above his lips.\n\n \n\n_Do I even_ have _lips?_\n\n \n\nThomas' fingers play gently over the tip of his penis as Lily slowly lowers herself, allowing him a long, slow lick - his elongated tongue slides from the softness between her buttocks over the deeply flavorful crease beneath her, slithering wetly against the firm bump of her clitoris, soft and encouraging sighs.\n\n \n\nThomas' pressure builds as his mischievous tail twitches, tickling him between his buttocks, reminding him of the lube, the toy.\n\n \n\n_It could be a he..._\n\n \n\nThomas grins and looks down at himself - his penis glistens, and he watches his fingers as he maps new sensations.\n\n \n\n_Or Lily could strap something on, and..._\n\n \n\nThomas feels a flush of heat to his cheeks.\n\n \n\n_...lift my tail._\n\n \n\nA second or two later, Thomas is lying face-down in the tub, the shower spray turned off. He hits his nose on the tub floor a couple of times trying to orient himself - he'll get used to it.\n\n \n\n_Probably._\n\n \n\nThe slender toy in his left hand, he smears lube across it, the silicone amazingly slippery and warm. He reaches behind himself with slick fingers and gently explores; small pushes and teases. Then he grips the toy, reaches back, and imagines Lily.\n\n \n\n_\"You ready, Tom?\"_ she asks. Thomas nods, his face against the tub's warm plastic. He imagines Lily gripping his hips, easing herself slowly forward.\n\n \n\nHe feels the tip of the toy gently touch between his buttocks, push a little deeper, find the sensitive resistance of his anus.\n\n \n\nThomas takes a breath, and relaxes. With the slightest gentle pressure, the slender, slippery toy slides comfortably home inside him, and he lets out a contented sigh.\n\n \n\nIn his mind's eye, Lily breathes warm into his right ear, asks him if he's okay, he murmurs \"Mmm-hmm,\" and he pushes his rear up against her lap, warm pressure on his buttocks, Lily lying heavy upon him from butt to shoulders.\n\n \n\nHis tail swishes around randomly, and bats his forearm. Thomas grins, pushing back a little before pulling forward, his penis rubbing against the bathtub, moving the toy gently out, then ever so slowly sliding it back in again.\n\n \n\nHe moans, breathy and quiet, his voice amplified by the tub. He quickly stops himself, conscious of his neighbor, and just listens to the quiet squelching of the small toy as he slithers it gently back and forth inside himself.\n\n \n\n_\"Can I..._\" a smile in Lily's voice, asking tentatively - _\"um... hold your tail?\"_\n\n \n\nThomas' hips rise, presenting his backside to Lily. She grips the base of his tail, gently but firmly, and pushes herself forward. Her loins contact Thomas' hindquarters with a wet _slap._ She thrusts, slowly but deeply, pushing herself firmly into him as Thomas - no, Lily - fondles his penis and balls.\n\n \n\nThe sensation in Thomas' cock is altogether too much - he has no experience holding back and teasing himself with this new equipment. His lips curling into a toothy snarl, he clenches around the toy as a jet of semen squirts from him, splashing on the tub floor. His orgasm breaks inside him a moment later - more pulses flow in bursts from his penis, hot, strongly propelled, splattering.\n\n \n\nThomas rests his cheek against the tub floor, panting. Carefully he withdraws the toy. He wants to flop face-down on the tub floor and whisper \"Wow\" to himself, but he's conscious of the mess he's made and doesn't want to get it on his new fur, so his fluffy bottom remains upraised, his tail pointing skyward.\n\n \n\nHe's aware of heat in the tip of his ears, which are six inches above the top of his head.\n\n \n\n_This body's gonna take a lot of getting used to,_ thinks Thomas, still panting.\n\n \n\n_And I'm going to be late for work!_\n\n \n\n\\*\\*\\*\n\nIn the apartment next door, old Mrs Henderson hears friendly young Thomas frustratedly squeaking \"No, don't go back in, I still have to pee!\"\n\n \n\nBeing a decent person respectful of the privacy of a nice young man who listens to her stories and patiently looks at the pictures of her great-grandchildren, she decides to immediately forget what she's just heard and pay it no mind whatsoever.\n\n \n\nA few minutes later, she decides to do the same for the exasperated \"Oh, _Jephuph Chriphst_\" that comes through the wall over the buzzing of Thomas' electric toothbrush.\n\n \n\n_He's going to be late for work,_ she thinks, heading to the kitchen to make herself a nice cup of tea.","series":{"name":"Foxbutt","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1594026-foxbutt-part-2.json"}}