Not How I Remembered It
Not How I Remembered It
The old camp was still there, looking familiar and yet uncanny in its abandoned solitude. Jack remembered it teeming with his fellow camp-mates; however, judging by the peeling paint on the sign and the silent atmosphere, Camp Marten had not seen many visitors since his camp days so many years ago. A torn screen door creaked in the wind and Jack thought back to the golden days he spent with his friends in these now derelict cabins.
But, that had been a long time ago. Now he had a job, and his own apartment upstate; however, making friends had never been his forte, and so he was relived to get an email from his old buddies. As it turns out, since the camp closed down, you could rent the whole place out on the cheap. Geno and Jeff had apparently booked the place for a few weeks and invited him along for what was promised to be a "weekend of nostalgia." Geno always had propensity for building things up with such ten dollar words. It didn't look like either of his former friends had been around the main camp; however, they did tell him that they were going to set up at the spot.
The spot was that place by the river. The one that only they knew about (or so they liked to think), in which they were free to do whatever they wish, or rather, had wished. Duties were often shirked to throw rocks in the river and discuss which super hero would win in a fight. He remembered avidly supporting the idea that the Green Lantern could totally beat up Superman as his hiking boot clad feet tromped through the crisp underbrush.
He smiled as he heard the sound of rushing water and the telltale boulder that proudly marked their special spot, but was disappointed not to see a camp set up. Perhaps he was mistaken . . .
"long time no see!"
The words were suddenly uttered and accompanied by an all too familiar squeeze on his shoulder. Jack was too used to Geno's tricks to cry out after his initial shock. Smiling wryly, slowly turning he said, "Still the same creeper of a kid you were back in camp."
"Ah, tut tut tut tut," came the answer as two hands reached over his head and clamped around his eyes, in the universal gesture of 'guess who,' "you're not quite ready to appreciate the style of our new camp just yet." Geno whispered playfully in his old friend Jack's ear.
Jack laughed awkwardly as he shrugged in defeat. Geno must have been wearing pretty heavy gloves, as the hands over his eyes felt like well worn tough leather. His ear was also tickled by the hairs of what must have been a wispy beard. The arms resting on his shoulders also felt strange, they were soft, like a fur coat, and incredibly warm. Then again anyone crazy enough to wear a fur coat in the summer would of course be boiling . . . Geno had never really possessed what could be called fashion sense.
"Look who you caught," came a voice with the tell tale tone of southern nonchalance, obviously beling to the third member of the old trio.
"Jeff!" Jack called out happily, eyes still obscured by his friend's gloved hands. "Okay Geno, the jig is up, you can let go now," he said stepping forward quickly and trying to break away. But Geno had always been the wily one, and with his preternatural skills of annoyance manged to stay behind him, leathery hands still held jovially over his eyes.
"Nawwww," came Jeff's reply. "We can't just let you see what we've done here, it'd ruin the surprise."
"You guys must have really spruced up the place," Jack said sarcastically, eyebrows raised in a smirk behind the obscuring digits.
"We just want to get you in the right mood," huffed Geno's voice from his ear. It almost sounded as if he were exhausted and panting for breath.
"Are you sure you guys are oka . . ." Jack began before being being forcibly interrupted by a hand pushing at his lips accompanied by Jeff's cool as a cucumber voice saying,
"Eat this."
A finger quickly pushed past his open gums and shoved a rough and bitter cupped leaf into his mouth. His tongue pushed at this sudden unwanted object, causing the thinly congealed substance that rested inside to splash out making him cough and sputter. As the foreign finger withdrew from his hacking mouth Jack noticed something strange. The way the finger rubbed against his palate made it fell rough, almost hairy. He barely had time to notice as the bitter, creamy substance seemed to sink into his mouth even as he tried to spit it out.
" 'The fuck guys!" Jack said as his head began to swim. The rough hands behind him let their snug grasp of his head go, and he dizzily fell to his hands and knees. "You guys knew I was never into that psychedelic shi . . ." Looking up from the blurred vision of his hands he stopped.
A pair of black, fuzzy, animal paws rested in front of him, splayed out amid the pine needles of the forest floor. As Jack's head panned upwards the fur blended into a vivid burnt orange. His eyes snapped up to the thing's head, a vulpine thing with black streaks on the muzzle, a large mouth, tongue lolling in bemusement, and piercing golden eyes.
"You're all, fuzzy . . . " Jack began stumbling over his own words. It was getting harder to think straight.
" 'S nothing wrong with us Jacky Jack," chuckled a deep southern tone behind him.
Jack's head snapped around giving him a view of the thing with Jeff's voice. It was as tall as a man . . . Taller than the other one. Human shaped, but with cascades of long fur, a wet black nose, a canine muzzle. It stood with a stance more animal than human, but somehow, did so gracefully, fluffy flag of a tail wagging lazily as it licked its chops.
"Jeff?" Jack mumbled looking at the fox . . . thing's head.
"Ya don't recognize me?" said the vulpine being, black lips raising up at the corners into a genuine smile of amusement.
"No, I'm just . . . seeing, something." Jack replied unsteadily. "What the fuck did you give me?"
"I know, good shit right?" laughed Geno's voice as his dog-like face moved along with his voice. "But Jeff is right my 'widdle Jacky Jack.' We're fine. The only thing that needs some changing is you."
"You guys are assholes," Jack chucked, trying to keep up the facade that concealed how seriously weirded out he was. "I was expecting to be welcomed with beer and a barbeque, not an abduction!"
"We're not abductin' you" Jeff began, paws crunching through the leaves towards the prostrate form of Jack. "I just thought you might like to get in touch with nature a bit," he finished, tussling Jack's slightly too long hair.
"Yeah Jeeze, lighten up!" interjected Geno, bending down so his pointed face could see Jack eye to eye . "It's not like any of the weeeeird things your seeing could be real," he was sniggering so hard at the end that he has difficult to understand.
The foxy face that Jack saw then opened it's maw in a comical grin, and clicked it's sharp teeth together twice while raising the patches of fur that served as it's eyebrows. Then, giggling frenetically, the beast's tongue darted out and wetly rasped up the side of side of his face.
"Did you just. . . lick me?" muttered Jack is disbelief. But this just caused Geno to let out a barking laugh and dramatically lick his chops with his long pink tongue. The wide eyed Jack stared in disbelief as he pushed himself up to a sitting position, and absently scratched under his arm.
"Welllll, we can't have our guest be uncomfortable, can we?" drawled Jeff. "Bet that shirt's feelin' pretty itchy right about now, so let's help you out of it," he said while gently lifting up Jack's arms and peeling off his T-shirt. Jack felt the smooth fur of his arms glide against his naked torso.
"Wait a second, what are you guys doing?" Jack asked in a groggily indignant tone.
"Trust me, this stuff make your clothes itch like a bitch," chimed in Geno as he undid his fly and began to tug off his shorts and undergarments. In three good yanks, Jack was forced to cover himself with his hands, blushing furiously, as Geno slid off his boots.
"Aww, and so modest," grinned Jeff. "It's nothing we haven't seen before. We went to camp together remember? We suck out here to go swimmin' in the buff on many a night" Jeff pointed out, kneeling down before Jack's hunched over body and lifting his chin with his fingers. "Don't worry," beamed Jeff's pointed muzzle, fuzzy triangular ears twitching with anticipation. "You'll like this."
Jack was about to ask what when his Friend of many years . . . or a giant fox thing, pushed his muzzle against his mouth, flicked his tongue against his lips, and then pushed forward. Jack's eyes widened in shock as the long slick tongue invaded his mouth. He pushed back against his friends fuzzy orange shoulders for a second before melting into his arms as the sensations of clever tongue dominated his senses, eyes closing as he enjoyed the unusual, musky kiss.
Another pair of furred paws grabbed his shoulder from behind. "Awwww, I think he like it Mikey!" quipped Geno, firmly rubbing Jacks shoulders as he pushed his muzzle into the doubly embraced man's hair and inhaled deeply. As the passionate kiss continued Geno nibbled down to Jack's ears which he rasped with quick sloppy licks while the overwhelmed man began to moan into his partner's muzzle.
As Jeff pulled back, whiskers tickling, his tongue left a strand of spittle which snapped wetly between them. Shaking his head, Jack opened his eyes.
"Why . . . you know we never . . . I'm not . . ."
"You didn't like it?" pouted Geno leaning over his shoulder mischievously.
"You just need some time to adjust," claimed Jeff, amber eyes staring mater-of-factly. "I think you might be seeing things our way already." he said looking down at Jack's hands.
Jack raised his hand up in front of the face and stared awestruck. His fingers had shortened slightly, and he watched in dumb amazement as they widened, tips and palm swelling into tough leathery pads. His nails darkened and pushed jerkingly out into blunt claws as dark fur began to creep between the paws, his paws splayed in front of his face.
"This can't be . . . real, but it feels," Jack began. "What kind of weird shit did you give me?" he finished, a hint of anger creeping into his voice.
"If it can't be real, then why worry?" argued Geno, tail swishing happily. "Just sit back and enjoy the trip."
"Yeah, if you know this ain't happening, then why not just have a good time while it lasts Jacky Jack" pitched in Jeff, tongue licking the errant strand of spittle off of his chops.
"I don't know guys . . . I'm starting to freak out here. I'm feeling really weird." Jack said shakily trying to compose himself.
"Weird eh?" retorted Geno. "I think there is another word for it." he finished looking down at Jack's now exposed crotch.
Jack began to blush once again as he scrambled to cover up his now erect member. A task that was more difficult now that his hands looked and felt so different. The suede texture of the pads against his cock in combination with slick smooth fur made him stifle a yipe of excitement. He looked up in burning embarrassment only to be surprised once again by his old friends.
He thought that his friends looked like foxes . . . He had not contemplated the fact that they were not wearing any clothes either. Below the white blaze of fur than down their chests, between the strong furry thighs hung something that looked more at home on a dog than any human. Large ovular testicles nestled in tight white furred sacks; above which rested a plump furred sheath with a glistening red tip poking out.
Jack stared in world shattering disbelief, mouth agape as he began to salivate. If he was tripping, and this was what he was seeing . . .what did this mean?
"So cute!" came Geno's barking laughter. "like what you see?" he posed comicly.
"We've got some more things to show you," said Jeff bending down, further than the last time. "Just . . . relax. These things don't last forever you know." He continued until Jack could feel his hot foxy breath on the tip of his throbbing cock. Geno followed the slightly bigger darker furred Jeff, kneeling down on all fours and sniffing at Jack's tightening balls with his cold leathery nose.
"Guys! You gotta, Ghhhhhhhnnn" stopped Jack as from the right, Jeff's vulpine muzzle plunged down over his cock, and from the left, Geno's tricky tongue began wildly lashing at his balls. Jack's hands clenched down into the longer mane of fur on the foxes necks trying to pull them away for the briefest of instances before slowly falling back with a whine of pleasure.
Jeff planted his hands on Jack's legs and spread them slowly as he slurped noisily, tongue pulsing, teeth scraping carefully around the throbbing member. His nose huffed noisily at Jeff's dark mound of pubic hairs as they were slowly subsumed, changing into soft silken white fur.
Jack could feel the rapid sniffing, flashes of cold between the warm lashings of the skilled tongue pushing against his balls before curling around and pulling. Mashing them together, dividing them, licking around and in between. Geno's hungry tongue sought out more musky flesh as the loose skin began to tighten and sprout a coating of thin white fuzz. His large ears twitched softly against Jeff's undulating chin above him.
The larger fox murred around Jack's member. It's taste was changing, becoming almost electric as the skin thinned and turned glistening red. Where his tongue and nose pressed around the base of the terse cock, a loose roll of white furred flesh formed. Jeff began darting his tongue into the new furred sheath, causing Jack to murmur short moans interspersed by small yips, while his member was licked and suckled upon noisily.
The confused man's balls were now drawn up in a taut velveteen sack bulging with the terse orbs clenched within. Geno took each swollen orb into his wide maw, letting his tongue and clenching throat cradle each ball individually before sucking hard on each one eliciting a thrilled moan from above him.
As the two foxes worked on the moaning man, the legs splayed out on either side of them began to change. Auburn fur radiated from the white fluff of his crotch, racing down his thighs as they shortened and bulged with corded muscle and waves of orange crashed down them. His knees softened and bent at a slightly different angle as the fur began to darken, slowly creeping down to his shins.
Jack moaned out in absolute sensory overload as his cock was enveloped by a hot maw, rubbing against Jeff's ridged palate. His balls clenched tighter and tighter against his body as they were mashed together, apart, and side to side by Geno's teasing tongue. He let out a surprised yelp as his feet lengthened, covered in black velvet. His toes splayed and clenched as they bulged out, throbbing into blunt pads and dark claws, no longer human at all; however Jack didn't have time to let this fact bother him.
Jeff sucked hard as he drew his head back letting the pulsing red veined member slide out of his mouth. Jack's eyes could go no wider as he saw his member was now a pointed thing, chiseled tip bobbing in time with his racing heart. As he watched as a bulge began to push out of the white roll of flesh at the base of his now vulpine member. He shivered as it blossomed into a large bulb of sensitive flesh, a single bead of crystal clear pre forming on the tip.
Geno snickered, huffing his laughter against the churning balls as Jack reached one digit of his pawed hand down and gave the bulging knot the slightest touch. His breath raced through his teeth as he drew his hand back as if burned. It was more sensitive than anything he had ever touched before. Pre leaked down the side of his bobbing foxhood, as Jeff clasped his paws gently with his own..
"I know. It's amazing," he said fixing his amber gaze into Jack's eyes. Jeff's foxy member bobbed under him knot swelling in testament to his lust. "We've tried things like this together, but we've never done this next part."
"So, we want to make sure you enjoy this" wurfed Geno, licking his chops. A thin strand of pre connected his red and pulsing member to the brown needles of the forest ground below it.
The two foxes gave each other a sly nod as Jack managed to interject a pleading "What do you mean, what are you doing to . . ."
His question ended in a yelp as Jeff once again grabbed his thighs pulling his head down on his member, sharp canine teeth resting at the back of his knot, mouth contracting more violently than it ever had. Simultaneously, Geno opened his mouth impossibly wide and took both of his furry testicles into his slavering maw, tongue wildly drilling into the soft flesh between them.
Jack didn't stand a chance. His hands pushed down on the two fox's heads as he almost shouted out in pleasure. His orgasm rose within him crashing like a wave of pure lust. Howling, his balls clenched and sent ropes of his seed flying into Jeff's hungry muzzle, but the pleasure didn't cease growing at an impossible pace.
Jeff gagged as Jack orgasmed, but then kept coming and coming, his throat and mouth sputtering, clenching tightly as the cum flowed ever stronger, leaking down his chin. Geno felt the balls below the fountaining member clench tighter and tighter, so he pushed with his tongue, squeezing them against Jack's sensitive flesh.
Jack grabbed Jeff's head with both pawed hands and pushed his gagging maw over his spurting member
. He needed more. His body was screaming with pleasure and begging for a sense of release that was not there. Jeff began to bob his head along the member as it's electric flavor intensified. The knot seemingly no longer an impediment to his sharp teeth.
The abused testicles no longer hung freely, but had somehow adhered to the flesh of Jack's body as Geno's hot breath blew and his tongue pushed them harder, further into his body as they jettisoned their increasingly sizable load.
Jack felt Jeff's mouth loom magnanimously larger around his cock as the feelings of please were only concentrated. Millions of nerves of pleasure contracting inwards as his penis throbbed smaller and smaller with each gout of liquid essence.
Geno's head surged forward and shoved with its tongue against the blazingly sensitive balls as they sunk into the tight foxy flesh leaving two taut, quivering bulges. He let his tongue rest fully extended, in the cleft between the faint mounds of flesh and pushed powerfully until he tasted a ribbon of new flavor, not as musky, but seductively spicy.
The changing man's spurting member shrunk with each jet of seed becomingly blindingly sensitive as it was ravished by Jeff's now infinitely large mouth and slippery tongue. It contracted and throbbed smaller, more and more pleasurable with each pulsing ejaculation.
The taste of that strip of flesh overpowered Geno as his tongue sunk further; inside of Jack's body. As his firmly straining tongue sank deeper, wet pink lips blossomed to either side of his sinking slippery appendage. The sides began to pulse back against his tongue as they weeped a clear slick fluid that set his senses alight.
With one last last blast of cum Jack howled as the minute member was reduced to a quivering nub atop a deepening cleft. Jeff teased it relentlessly, seed dripping from his mouth as he tasted the fiery musk that leaked under it, and his licking became fervored, almost of it's own accord. His wet nose drank in the scent greedily; sniffing at the sodden snatch between the frantic licking.
Geno's tongue followed Jack's testicles inside of his body as they relocated, pulling inwards and upwards, changing. He soon started slashing at the folds in front of him, laying into them without though as the seductively spiced fluids soaked into his senses. His slick and dripping pink panting tongue pushed deeper with every lap, the virgin walls pulling it insistently further in.
Soon though, cling as they might, the vaginal walls could not pull, and Geno could not push far enough to satisfy Jack, who screamed as orange fur raced up his hands, clenched tightly in the ruffs of his lovers, seemingly drawn from the other foxes as it fluffed all the way up to his shoulders.
As progress could no longer be reached, the fervor died down in the next few pleasured seconds. Jeff rasped his rough tongue upwards, pulling on the cute clitoris one last time. Geno let his tongue be drawn into the feminine cleft as for as it could before wriggling it spasmodically and then slowly drawing it back, slick and dripping.
Jeff finally opened his eyes to the sight of his two foxy friends looking innocently up at him from his crotch. Jeff was smiling, and Geno was licking at his own mouth like a dog eating peanut butter.
"That was amazing," sighed Jack. Where the fuck did you guys learn to . . ." he trailed off.
"We've had some practice with each other," drawled out Jeff. "Not saying that we've done this exactly, but we got a pretty good idea from it."
"Yeah, we know what things feel good, but we were looking for something different," Geno said between chop lickings. "There are only so many combinations two guys can try."
Jeff barely heard their words as he stared transfixed at the glistening cleft in his crotch, barely noticing the vulpine legs that curled out on either side of it.
"I'm not a . . . girl . . . fox . . ." Jack stuttered, hand moving slowly downwards. His eyes glance up and locked onto the two crimson cocks of the foxes still throbbing purposefully.
"Okay, okay. Your not a girl fox," admitted Jeff with a sardonic grin.
"But it seems so real," moaned Jack, hand-paw creeping closer to between his silken furred thighs.
"Not yet," giggled Geno, as his tongue made one last three hundred sixty degree sweep of his lips.
"Mhggggm," gritted out Jack as his paw pad barely brushed the edge of his new organ. "It feels so, hagh, so, grrrrmmmm. . ."
"Good?" Jeff finished. "Please, do tell. I know all about the pleasures that nature can offer to a man, but,"
"I am a man," whined Jeff, getting shakily to his new animalistic paw-feet, slowly backing away. "This is just a bad trip or . . . something is fucking . . ." He stopped with a cute yip as his furred posterior bumped into a tree behind him.
"Is it really that bad?" asked Jeff paws crunching though the brown needles as he slowly followed his frightened friend. "It's okay to be scared, but are you really telling me that you don't want this?" he said , now a hair's breadth from the wide eyed halfbreed.
"No, I love you guys" Jack squeaked, tearing up. "But . . . but . . . it's not . . . I'm scared," he finished haltingly looking up into Jeff's golden, honest eyes.
"Then trust me," cooed Jeff gently. "We love you too. We really do." He finished, slowly embracing the frightened creature, his muzzle pushed forward and their lips met in a passionate kiss. Exploring each other as trust and kinship flowed between them. Tears of confusion turned to joy as they embraced and both leaned their sides against the rough bark of the pine tree.
"Dawwwwwww, you guys should get a room," Geno quipped lounging on his side, head head in hand as he watched. "But, we're not quite finished yet." he said, all excitement as he sprung to his feet and pounced behind the embraced Jack.
"Ass," Jack spat, chortling over his shoulder, spirits once again restored.
"Yes, please!" Geno grinned as he dropped down and pushed his cold nose into Jack's furry rear, causing him to arch and stiffen in surprise.
"You okay Jacky Jack?" Asked Jeff, furry orange head close, eyes aglow with warmth.
"Yeah," Jack shook, anus clenching as Geno lapped at his ass, "Might as well enjoy myself right?" He shivered and grinned in a faux stoic fashion.
"Love you Sugar" Jeff beamed as he knelt down and started running his mouth around the line of fur at the his now relaxed friend's waist, smiling as his breath puffed along. He began coaxing the white fur up from his friend's crotch, pausing momentarily to bury his nose in the white fluff and drink in the heady scent of vixen.
Geno's uncontrollable tongue was rasping upwards covering Jack's anus in slick foxy spittle. Each frantic stroke ran all the way up to his lower back, long and sensuous. The steady strokes continued, and Jack clicked his teeth in spasms of pleasure as he no longer felt the tongue licking up his back, but licking somewhere new, longer and longer.
Jeff's wave of pearly fur was now framed by auburn on the sides as his panting mouth explored the navel on his friends downy belly, skin loosening slightly as it became more animal, embraced by soft white. Jack laughed out loud at the strange sensation. Soon Jeff found a place, just below the changing man's ribs, and panted over it before gnawing at it, teeth pinching the flesh, tongue scraping, growling in the pleasure of creation.
Jack's shapely rear twitched; the tongue behind him still lapping, no longer up, but out. He felt the tongue lavishing his tight pink anus, but something was pulling the quivering hole from side to side as well. Wide eyed Jack looked over his furred shoulder to see what this strange sensation was and he froze for a second. He was . . . wagging. The nub of a tail tugging, pulling longer as Geno ran his tongue up the twitching length, meeting his eyes with a guilty grin.
At this juncture Jeff nipped Jack's flesh between his teeth, causing him to yip inhumanly, snapping his head back around to watch Jeff's growing ministrations. After another pleasured and painfully tight squeeze, Jeff's panting foxy head withdrew, leaving an ever so slightly raised circle of flesh, covered in glossy fur, with a pert pink nipple, in the middle, still glistening with vulpine saliva.
As Jack reached his splayed paw downwards towards the new mound of flesh, Jeff beat him to the punch, paw rising up and tenderly tweaking the new nipple, grinning and panting happily at Jack's cute moan of pleasure. As Jeff continued twisting the new teat with his paws, he moved his head over, and began growling pinching and gnawing at the still human flesh on the other side of the white circle of fur. Jack's paws rested on his head, between his twitching ears, pulling him closer and closer incessantly as if wishing to intensify the pleasure.
The tail behind him was now roughly half as long as it should be, and covered with short slicked back hairs. Geno ran his mouth over the whole thing, drawing it between his sharp teeth, and letting it slide out, only returning to tease the cute pink anus below the base of the wagging length. As the tail lengthened in it's jerkingly slow manner, Geno was awarded with a wave of foxish reek that struck him almost physically.
Just above the base of the erratic tail, a fluffy patch of fur was burning with a feminine spice. A Foxy musk that burned the senses as it overwhelmed them. Geno grabbed the tail roughly an pulled it up, causing a yip from above him. He planted his nose and that spot and inhaled greedily, his cock begining to dribble streams of slickness down it's throbbing tapered length.
Jeff pulled at the tight flesh of another nipple with his teeth, thumb rolling passionate circles over its neighbor. His ears perked up as he caught a whiff of that alluring, heady aroma of feminine tang. He rubbed the furry side of his head against Jack's chest, moaning in pleasure, smelling the dwindling amount of sweaty human being overpowered by a sultry lust. Above the first set of pert teats, he whipped his head about, tongue lashing wildly, only constrained by the paws that rubbed his ears and held his head against that sexy chest.
Geno continued pulling up on the tail as it lengthened, and he could feel the bones cracking into place, stretching the tail-hole below it sensuously. As he divided his attention between slathering the growing base of the tail in foxy spittle and sniffing wildly at the spot where the scent was the strongest. The almost finished tail began to tug out urgently. He ran his tongue all the way from the clenched anus up to the twitching tip held firmly in his paw. A wildfire of plush orange followed, he saw the black stripe and cute white tip's fur poke through his clenched fingers, before he let he sinuous appendage go.
Jack exhaled with a higher pitched moan as his tail crackled into its full length and was then released to freedom. The fluffy banner wrapped around his side as he sighed, letting it run past his exposed nipples bellow Jeff's maw which was simultaneously huffing and nipping at two location above his previous set of teats, slavering fervently. He could feel the flesh grow taut and bulge slightly as white fur burst out around his next set of animal mounds. His tail drifted back, seductively sliding against the fox behind him as he felt suede paws grab the back of his hips and begin massaging their way upwards.
Geno's tongue licked a warm cold trail up Jack's spine as his hands bunched and squeezed the flesh, skin loosening under the pressure as brilliant orange fur began to spread upwards. His skilled hands danced upwards, his claw-tips tickling the sensitive flesh. Pausing his rough rubbing, he reached his hands all the way around and felt the hot nubs of flesh that Jeff had left amid the pillow mounds or fur and taut flesh. He pinched both simultaneously and grinned mischievously at the feminine yipe above him as the irritable tail batted his nose. He then returned to moving his sensuous massage up to the shoulders in front of him.
Jeff barely noticed Geno's teasing paws below him as his passion shaped the flesh before him. The mounds of flesh were perfect, nestled in a bed of white fur. He cupped his hand-paws over the teats and pushed through Jack's grasp for long enough to plant a playful lick on his nose. All southern seriousness had disappeared with the overpowering scent that now permeated the air. He yipped jubilantly, tongue lolling out as he descended upon one of Jack's still human nipples.
Deft paws rubbed and pressed deeply into the flesh of Jack's back. Geno tugged at the longer hairs running down his spine as the skin gained a canine flexibility. His hands slid up to massage the tight shoulders, stretching and relaxing as the cascade of fur reached up to Jack's shoulders, his back a glistening falls of burnt orange fur. The firm hands slowly loosened their grip as his sinewy figure slid around Jack's side.
Panting hotly against Jack's flesh, Jeff suckled at his chest chest like a hungry cub. He noticed a pair of sly ears peak around the side of the furry chest, followed by Geno's smirking head. Geno pressed his head in next to Jeff's, tail wagging eagerly as he began licking up Jack's pectoral, also pausing to gnaw at the nipple like a dog after fleas.
Jack rested his paws on the backs of the foxes heads as his chest swelled into it's proper shape, whining in pleasure. He could hear the noises of slavering beasts and feel every twitch of fang, tongue and black lip across his chest. His nipples throbbed as the white fur followed the flickering tongues of the famished foxes all the way up to his adam's apple. Their bodies pressed against him, soft belly fur whisking past his six sensitive teats before they both stopped and looked up at him quizzically.
His head was still Jack's old head, hair slightly lighter than it once was, face flushed. His wide paws were splayed against the forest floor, connected to animalistic legs that shivered as he relaxed. The pearly white fur of his crotch was matted by the spicy passion that leaked out from his new femininity, and his white capped tail swished alluringly behind him. His tough but velveteen paw pads explored the six pert fox teats on his chest, paws bruising past the nipples as he moaned.
Both of the male foxes looked across at him. Panting, shameless erections pulsing purposely. Jack grinned back.
"I . . . " Jeff began, stiffing a whine. " We, need . . ." he had to stop as his tongue involuntary licked up at his chops.
"I know," Jack said teasingly, swishing his tail. "I want this too" he cooed, "so why don't you do what I want you to?" he asked tracing the tip of a claw around the tip of Jeff's crimson lance, which jerked violently and dribbled clear fluid.
Jack guided the awestruck Jeff's member toward the aching slit between his legs, brushing the tip past his sensitive clit. Pausing to briefly lick his friend's salty canine nose, Jack thrust his hips forward. The wet lips parted, shuddering in convulsion as the slick pointed piece of fox meat entered him. It was so warm, and he could feel every pulse, every beat of his precious Jeff's heart as his walls clenched around it, drawing it deeper.
The all but female fox began pulling her legs up and rubbing them needfully at the male fox's thighs, as his arms wrapped around Jeff's thick neck ruff languorously. Jeff hooked his arms under the vixen's legs one after another as she climbed on top of him, held in place by his strong paws. Both foxes yipped and yowled in pleasure as she slid down on to his pulsing, needy cock.
Jack was surprised to see another pair of furry arms reaching around her shoulders from behind. Geno buried his nose into the fur of her neck and whispered, "stick to what you know," before teasing his red veined member up into her waiting anus, which clenched at the provocative intruder as Geno's laughter turned in to pleased barks and whines. Her tail lashed between his chest and her back, writing in ecstasy.
She could feel both of the slippery hot fox cocks thrust into her as she bucked with her hips, bouncing in Jeff's strong arms. She could feel the wall of flesh inside of herself, separating the two members, it stretched and bulged with pleasure as she yowled. Jeff and Geno could feel each other too, each ripple in her flesh causing another bout of bliss for the other fox.
Arms straining as she pulled herself in she drew Jeff into a passionate kiss; his muzzle surprised for the briefest of seconds before he cocked his head and pushed his tongue past her lips. He could feel her teeth lengthening and growing points as her throaty growl rumbled past his tongue.
Geno's tongue lapped forward into nothingness as she clenched down on him. He craned his neck and ravished the back of her neck in foxy kisses. A thick rough of fur fluffed out under his passion, almost like a small auburn mane.
Jack's face was pushing out, tongue lengthening as it became hot, pink and rough. Velvet fuzz was growing from her extending muzzle, orange on the top, fuzzy white under her chin, a black band forming near the end,. Her nose turned forward at the end of it becoming glistening, wet, black, and sniffing out waves of powerful male fox musk that made her swoon.
The moaning Geno dragged his tongue over Jack's ears fitfully, slopping licks ringing, as the triangular points twitched and became thinner, softer; flattening and pulling upwards. Soft protective white fur blossomed out from each ear's inside as a thin layer if orange tipped with black coated the outside. The desperate fox thrust his hips forward with a squeak of pleasure as his knot bumped against her stretched anal ring.
Jeff's eyes watched as Jack closed his human eyes for the last time, slowly opening a pair or beautiful blazing golden orbs with gracefully slitted pupils. As she bucked her hips from her place of suspension, Jeff's engorged knot butted against the nub of flesh at the top of her visibly stretched vagina. She yapped hoarsely in pleasure as Jeff whined, and bent her head down into the soft ruff of his neck breathing heavily.
Jeff licked across her forehead as Geno lapped over the tip of her head. As the last of her humanity was subsumed by silken orange hair, the two male foxes muzzles entwined, kissing passionately over their beautiful female as all three of their fuzzy hips thrust purposefully.
In a moment of pleasure that lasted a lifetime, Jack pulled herself downwards, eyes tightly shut as her virgin folds stretched out around Jeff's knot. She growled in frustrated pained pleasure as every millimeter seemed like a mile, her femininity engulfing the hot maleness, edge of the throbbing knot sending jolts of pleasure through her quivering clit.
Geno could feel the bulge of his friend's knot inside of her, so close to his own, but try as he might, he could knot squeeze his own in. He whined piteously as Jeff's cock used up all of the female's pliability while ramming his knot uselessly against her tail hole, silky fibers of the tail playing over his knot and driving him mad.
She pulled back her head and howled, knocking the two males out of their mouth's embrace as the knot entered past halfway, the point of no return, and was pulled inside and locked in place with a wet "Shlop." Her vagina clamped wildly as she could feel the tug of every pull and the push over every thrust as Jeff began to bark wildly.
As soon as Jeff's knot slid into the pussy's inviting embrace, Geno screamed and rammed his cock home, stretching the tortured anus all in one go as the muscular passage slid around his cock pulsing and pulling at it from every conceivable angle. His balls rammed into Jeff's and both males felt each others testes clench and churn. Their thrusts became synchronized as they were all perfectly interconnected.
And then with a simultaneous yelp, moan, and howl, the gates inside of them crashed open and they gushed jets of musky fox seed into her fiery passages, which pulled and throbbed, milking the males for every last reality shattering drop. Their tight knots prevented any from escaping save for a few pearlesent drops which rolled down the fur of their thighs.
Still locked together, Geno put his cold nose up to Jack's soft ear and asked "Well, was coming to see you old friends worth it?"
Jack just smiled and lay his soft white chin against Jeff's strong shoulder. "I love you guys," he sighed headily, exhausted in every possible way. "But how long to we have to say like this?"
Jeff cleared his throat guiltily "Well . . ." he began.