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My Tutor has 6 tails...

by Allen Kitchen, all rights reserved.

Sharri laid sprawled across Karl's bed. The faint light of the winter's day had vanished from the window over an hour ago. Her flowing white robes were spread all over his quilted mattress. She had tucked her ivory butterfly necklace into them before laying down. Karl's university dorm room only had the one bed, since he did not have a roommate this year. Therefore the room seemed quite a bit larger than others in the hall.

Normally women were not allowed in the dorm rooms after dark. Sharri didn't really care. They also didn't allow animals in the dorm, period. Again, Sharri wasn't concerned. She was simply careful not to switch to her fox-form, and to stay invisible. In short, by using her magic, nobody but Karl even knew she was there.

Sharri was a kitsune, a japanese fox-spirit. And she had several shapes and forms to choose from. She could appear as a gorgeous young woman, a large fox, or her natural form which was sort of a mix of the two. That natural form was the shape she currently wore, and prefered to keep on around Karl. She could also be visible or invisible to anyone she wished. She had 6 fuzzy red fox tails, which were almost always in motion.

Normally her kind were found in Japan, but lately many Kitsune had spread across the globe. Sharri herself had wandered aimlessly around the world for a time, and wound up in this American University somehow. She then bumped into Karl outside his student center. He was a very depressed human, she saw. She felt pity for him, he was so sad and lonely. So she chose him to be her next "companion". That meant that she would make his life an endless series of pranks and jokes while she helped him out of whatever difficulty he was having. And Kitsune were very creative when it came to practical jokes.

She folded her arms on the bed, and set her head down on them. As Sharri had expected, his problem had to do with women. Most males thought of nothing else at his age. Poor Karl, she thought. He wasn't really a bad sort. In fact, Karl was a very warm and gentle soul. He just had bad luck with women. The poor guy could get dates easily enough, even though that macho attitude of his was pure show. Karl was quite sensitive, but that was not what he presented to the ladies.

He would go out with a girl once, maybe twice, and then she would dump him. He would then mope around for a week or so.

Sharri had been staying with him for about 5 months now. She originally thought that it would be loads of fun to irritate and badger Karl while she tried to help him figure out what was wrong with his approach to women. She had done the usual gags, like shedding in his bed and magically moving things about the apartment. She even swapped all the pages in his textbooks, so the last page came first and so on. But as she came to know Karl, and what made him tick, she played fewer and fewer pranks upon him.

Most unkitsune-like behaviour, she thought to herself.

But she DID play a great number of jokes on the other people in the dorm. She smiled to herself with glee. Oh, this dormitory was delightful! The other students were all so uptight that the smallest thing made them lose composure. How was it that none of her kind had never found a dormitory before? If there was such a thing as 'fertile ground' for practical jokers, this was it. She swapped keys on peoples keychains, so they could only open each others door (not that they would ever think to check the number on the keys). She occassionally dropped a crayon in a dryer. She changed people's spelling checkers to add a random typo everytime it was run... Oh, she was having a blast!

And she really did want to help Karl with his woman problem. The poor man was very upset about his inability to form a lasting relationship with anyone. Sharri closed her eyes, and pictured the muscular human in her mind. He was quite handsome actually. His body was strong and well defined, even though Karl did not work out any. His firm broad chest was absolutely stunning to look at.

Sharri occasionaly found her thoughts straying into areas where they ought not stray: very strange, erotic, and sexual thoughts. They were all about Karl. He was no roman god, but he was quite attractive, for a human. Her daydreams had been growing more frequent lately, and more intense. She sometimes discovered that her pulse was racing after imagining what it would be like to take him to bed. The dreams worried her. She really needed to get them out of her head somehow.

She decided the best way to do that, was to fix his problems quick, and move on. So she threw herself into her 'work'...

She watched him pick up women in the clubs and bars. She listened to his pick up lines. He took her with him as he went to classes and met ladies on the campus. Thus far, he didn't seem to be doing anything wrong or offensive, although his abrupt approach to attracting women left Sharri cold. He was brazen and direct, and made no secret to his prospective date that he hoped to "end up in the sack for a couple of days".

To Sharri's surprise, that sometimes worked. Why she didn't know. Human females here in America were quite different than in Japan, she supposed.

One time she followed the pair back to the woman's apartment, hoping to find some clue there as to why nobody would stay with him for more than a week. Sharri switched to her fox-form, made certain that she was invisible to both of them, and followed them into her bedroom.

Maybe Karl wasn't very good in bed, she speculated. It was a good theory, but it didn't pan out. She didn't know if the earth moved for the lucky lady, but Sharri was certain that SHE felt something. And Sharri wasn't even on the bed. Watching the two humans having sex made her long for some intimate contact of her own. Again, very unkitsune-like behaviour.

She learned a couple of things all right, but nothing which helped her figure out why the women left Karl so often. And what she did learn was very embarassing. She swore that she would never eat another PeanutButter sandwich again...

Karl had little trouble finding and pleasing women it turned out, so the problem obviously wasn't in starting the relationships. But each time, the woman dumped him. And each time, Karl was an emotional wreck, agonizing over why the woman didn't love him. He really was a very nice guy. It didn't make a lot of sense to Sharri either.

She suggested that Karl try a venue other than barcrawling to meet women. She noticed that one of the women in his Statistics class kept looking at him. She seemed interested, so Sharri prodded and teased him into asking the girl out to a movie. The human female laughed, and agreed. Karl dressed in his best shirt and pants, and even wore a tie. Karl never wore a tie. He said that he would try to be the perfect gentleman, and not simply try to get into her pants. Sharri was quite pleased with him.

Their date would be starting soon, so Sharri decided to take a nap there on his bed and wait for him. She closed her large vixen eyes, and soon was asleep.

*******

Karl furiously stormed into his dorm room and savagely slammed the door shut behind him. Sharri had just fallen asleep across the bed when he came in, and she jumped at the sudden bang. Her six tails went rigid at the loud noise, making her appear briefly like a furry peacock. He stomped over to his closet, opened the door, and tore off his tie. Sharri sat back up on the bed.

"Back from your date already?" Sharri asked, looking at the alarm clock by the bed. "It isn't even nine o-clock yet Karl. What gives?"

Karl shot her an angry glance, and hung his tie up on a hook inside the closet door. "Oh, nothing gives at all Sharri. Just the usual Karl-goes-on-a-date multimedia experience of being dumped again." He unbuttoned his shirt. "It was a rerun. Same old ending, just a different cast and plotline this time."

"She stood you up?" Sharri asked as she hopped off the bed. "I'm so sorry Karl."

"Oh, she didn't stand me up, Sharri." he replied. "Not at all. She met me outside the movie theater as scheduled. She let me pay for the tickets and the popcorn. Then she met up with some girlfriends inside, and she ran off with them. They all thought it was funny as hell."

He began to strip his shirt off. "I am getting really tired of this Sharri. It is the same old thing over and over again. The women come and the women go. The only good thing I can say about this evening is that it ended quickly. This was the first time I got dumped in the first 15 minutes of a date. I didn't even stay to watch the movie, I was so pissed."

He hung the shirt on a hanger, then put it up on the rod inside the closet. "It isn't even being dumped for other women that really upsets me, although that was a new twist I must admit. What upsets me most is that generally a woman does me the courtesy of letting me get attached to her before she rips me to shreds. I didn't even get that this time. God, all women are the same..."

Sharri gave Karl a dirty look. "Look Karl, we have been over this before. I know you are angry, but don't blame every female everywhere for the actions of a few."

"A few?" he snarled at Sharri as he undid his pants. "Did you say 'a few'? This isn't just a few women Kitsune, we are talking about a whole worldwide conspiracy!"

Sharri crossed her arms and stood there by the bed. "You can't really believe that Karl. A worldwide conspiracy designed solely to piss you off? Why, the logistics of the communications alone staggers the mind..."

"You are right, of course." he said as he dropped his slacks to the floor, and stepped out of them. He lifted the jeans up to his hands with his left foot, and straightened them out. "There isn't any conspiracy at all. It just so happens that all women are bitchs, and I seem to have a knack for attracting the worst of them." He put his pants on a hanger, and hung them next to his shirt.

Sharri inhaled through her gritting teeth, but didn't move. "Like I just said Karl, we have been over this. There are as many different types of women as there are men. You can't pass judgement on the whole when you have only seen a few."

"Sure I can." Karl said facing her across the room clad only in his red bikini shorts. "You've sat in on my Statistics class. You know that anyone can extrapolate the big picture from a sample."

Her teeth were still clinched. "With an error spread, yes. And we aren't talking about the life-expectancy of light bulbs here..." she said, straining to keep her voice even. "We are talking about people. Lots of different people. Billions in fact, and you don't have the sample size yet to make such a decision."

He walked over to the foot of the bed, and stood right in front of her. Sarcastically he told her, "Just watch me..."

She tried to remain calm, but his anger was contagious. She was picking up his strong emotions, and they were affecting her thinking. She knew it, but she just couldn't do anything about it. "Damn you Karl, there are as many personalities in women as there are in men." she yelled at him. "How many times do I have to say it? Different women want different things, just like men do. Females think much the same way that the men in your dorm do."

"Well then, since I well know how the guys in this hall think and act," he angrily replied. "I am finished with the whole thing. Love sucks! You and the rest of the women on earth can all go fuck yourselves!"

She swiftly whipped her right hand out to his neck. The hand was at his throat faster than Karl could even blink. She angrily bared her teeth at him. Her claws were out, and they were slightly pressed against the soft skin of his throat. If she closed her hand, she would cut his carotid arteries, killing him almost instantly.

Karl just stood there, not even looking surprised or alarmed.

Sharri lowered her head and glared viciously at him. "You are about three syllables away from a totally different multimedia experience Karl." she slowly growled. "And those three syllables had better sound like 'I'm sorry', or you are truly going to be!"

Karl didn't even flinch. "And what are you going to do Kitsune? Kill me? Go on ahead! What do I care if I die? Go on ahead and do it! Better to die now than to put up with anymore bullshit like this. Life just isn't worth all this."

His voice switched from angry to agonized. "I am so tired of being treated like a toy, Sharri." he said, his voice filled with pain. "I am sick of women treating me like dirt. Love just doesn't exist anymore. It is dead. I will never be loved. Never. So just go on ahead and put me out of my misery, see if I care..." He closed his eyes, and waited for the end to come.

Something in his tone of voice made Sharri freeze right where she was. She didn't move. She knew that she should not be so angry. She really shouldn't be reacting like this. Sharri forced herself to calm down, to think rationally. Her anger was rapidly replaced again with the cold reason of all her race. She stood perfectly still as the fury in her quickly washed away with a flood of intellect. Moments passed. Her claws remained at his neck, ready to slash his throat at her first thought.

But suddenly, she couldn't bear to. What on earth was she doing, she quickly thought to herself? She was supposed to be trying to help this poor human, and here she was about to kill him? Some help! She had let his anger overwhelm her and drive her... she had allowed his rage to become hers. She could not allow that to happen.

One of us needs to be in our right mind tonight.

She slowly released her grip on Karl's throat, and pulled her hand away. Karl opened his eyes and looked at her.

"Why don't you just do it Sharri?" he cried, tears beginning to form in his brown eyes. "If you were a real friend to me, you would give me this little mercy. I'm tired of living. I'm tired of being lied to and thrown away like trash. Please end it..."

She stood there in front of him, carefully regulating her breathing and regaining her control. "Oh Karl, the only thing that dying would correct is your need for food and oxygen." she gently replied. "I know how hurt you are, and I will help if I can. But I don't think you really want to find Oblivion just yet. You have too much ahead of you to take such a shortcut."

His attitude switched instantly from the lonely brokenhearted sensitive that she knew was truth, to the angry bruiser that she now knew was just a front to mask his pain. "Well, isn't that so like a woman." he complained. "String a man along, make him think she is on his side, and then when he needs her she screws him over. You are no different than the rest of them Sharri!"

That was the last straw. She knew that she had to act fast, or there was no telling what he would do in his current state of mind. Not only to himself, but to others as well. After all, her claws were not the only path to Oblivion.

Her left leg quickly caught him behind his knees, and her right arm flashed out, knocking him onto his bed. He flopped onto it with a surprised look on his face. She leaped up high into the air, and landed with all four of her limbs holding down all four of his. Her robes fell all about the bed as she landed on top of him. She had him pinned, spread out onto the mattress, in only a matter of seconds .

He struggled for a couple of minutes, trying to throw the kitsune off of him. He was no weakling, and he should have been able to toss her easily. Sharri continued to hold him down firmly, looking at him with a sad expression on her face. He thrashed about wildly, enraged, trying to figure out how such a light creature like her was able to hold his muscular arms and legs down.

He slowly realized that she was using her magic to help pin him down, not just her own strength and tiny mass. The realization made him fight all the harder for a moment. It didn't do him any good. She had him right where she wanted him, and he was powerless to do anything about it. It was pointless to fight her, so gradually, he gave up the battle. He layed there, panting from the exhertion, and glared up into Sharri's close face. Her brown eyes were only inches away from his, her lips very close to his.

"All finished?" she slowly whispered. "Good. If I had wanted a wrestling match, I would have gone to the gym." He didn't reply, but kept staring into her eyes.

His eyes were so angry, she thought. So full of pain. What could have done this to such a loving man, she wondered?

Karl continued to stare up at her, the fight now all out of him. "So what now?" he flatly asked her. "What do you plan to do with me? You can't hold me down forever you know. You will have to let me up eventually."

"And eventually I shall." she quietly said, her voice barely audible. He could feel Sharri's hot breath on his face, she was so close. "But first, you are going to listen to me. And I mean really listen, Karl. You are going to calm down, and you are going to mark every word I say to you. Understand?"

He paused for a moment, his breathing returning to normal. Then, slowly he nodded his head in agreement.

She let go of his arms, and sat up again. She pulled her legs away from his, and placed them around his hips. She sat on him, straddling his thighs, still holding him down on the bed. He could feel her 6 tails whisking around behind her against the insides of his legs. They tickled a little bit, but he was not in a laughing mood.

She put her arms on her hips as she stared at him. Her flowing robes were everywhere, on the bed as well as on her. "Part of your problem, I think, is that you don't know the difference between love and sex." Sharri softly said to him. "You are actually looking for love, but you are using the lures for sex by mistake."

"You have the wrong attitude, the wrong 'bait' if you will, and so you attract the wrong type of woman to you. That woman isn't looking for anything long lasting, and she bails on you when she realizes that you are. You then get upset that she didn't fall madly in love with you on your first date. You expect true love to be instant, and that isn't fair."

"Be honest with yourself Karl. If a woman wanted to marry you right after the first date, you would be scared shitless, wouldn't you?"

He thought a moment, then again nodded slowly. She was right.

"Well then, why do you expect any different from someone else? Nobody is going to fall head over heels in love with you in one night, Karl. That only happens in stories. There has to be a spark to start with, then a passion must grow. There has to be a deep, selfless desire to serve the other before the same can be given in return. That takes time and effort. And it takes a partner that is looking for the same thing."

"Wanting love isn't wrong Karl. But you aren't being honest about it, and that is crux of your problem. The women you are now attracting are interested only in sex, not love. They bolt just as soon as they see a little deeper and realize their mistake. And the women that are out there looking for love don't see you putting out the correct signals, so they don't waste any time on you."

"It isn't the female sex that is confused Karl, it is you. You aren't reasonable in your expectations, and you hide them away to boot."

She took one hand off her hip, and began to run it softly through the soft black hair near the base of his stomach. "It is no wonder you keep getting dumped." she softly crooned, looking down at her hand and his lovely hair.

He laid there underneath her, cautiously watching her. What Sharri was doing, only the Kitsune knew for sure. "You mean that it is my own fault I keep getting hurt Sharri?" he asked. "Do you think I enjoy being abused or something?"

She gently shook her head, still looking down at his finely sculpted stomach. "Fault isn't a factor Karl. There is no fault in this matter, only confusion. Women are as puzzled about you, as you are about yourself. You don't know what you really want yet, so how can any lady deliver? But if you continue on your current course, you are only going to make yourself and many others miserable."

She then looked up to meet his gaze, and lifted her hands up to her neck. She undid the clasp at the back of her neck, and removed her ivory butterfly necklace. She reached out with it, and held it above his head, only inches above his nose. He watched the delicate ivory and silver jewelry dangle just above him for a moment. Sharri watched him adoringly, and softly spoke again.

"I can't tell you what to think Karl, and I really wouldn't want to even if I could. You need to sort out your own expectations for yourself. All I can really do for you now is show you what the difference is between sex and love." She then let go of the necklace, and it floated magically over to his nightstand and settled down beside the lamp. "And the best way to do that, is to give you both, and teach you by example."

She twisted the clasp on her robes, and the folds fell open, revealing the whiteness of her chest pelt. She pulled her arms out of her sleeves, and then pulled the robes back away from her. With a flick of her arm, she tossed the now pointless clothing off into the corner. Suddenly she was sitting there on top of him completely nude.

Her supple breasts were covered with the same snow-white fur as the rest of her front. The white pelt ran from under her chin and down her chest, past her now visible pubic area and down further along the insides of her legs. He was surprised at the whiteness of her chest. She looked very much like a human woman, except for the fur and the muzzle. And her tails, of course. He had never seen so much of her body. Her figure was every bit as curvaceous as he had imagined it would be. Karl looked at the beautiful figure now on top of him, and felt himself becoming erect underneath her.

But it was purely instinct. He was now very frightened of her. She could do anything she wanted to him, and he was scared stiff. Not just down there either. What could a Kitsune do to a helpless human? The possibilities terrified him. "I thought we were friends! I trusted you, you fox you!" he cried. "You're going to hold me down with your magic and just rape me then? I can't believe you would do this to me Sharri! I thought I knew you better!"

She leaned forward a bit, and leaned her weight on her left hand against the mattress as she ran her right hand up and down his chest. "I am not restraining you anymore Karl. I haven't been holding you down with anything but my own weight since I let go of your arms." She explored one of his breasts, enjoying the feel of his bare skin. "Raise your arm and see for yourself, if you don't believe me."

He looked at his right arm and tried to lift it from the bed. To his surprise, he was able to do so. She was telling the truth. She wasn't holding him down with her magic anymore. He let the arm fall again.

"I am not going to rape you, silly man." she began, now breathing heavier than before. Her voice was deeper, almost huffy sounding. "You are free to do whatever you wish. You could easily throw me off of you, and storm out that door. I would not do anything to stop you." She then bent over a bit more, and kissed one of his nipples.

"You can leave anytime you want, Karl." she panted. "But somehow, I don't think you will."

He felt his penis getting quite stiff from the warmth of her body on top of it. He was certain she felt it too, straining to get free of his shorts and enter her. But he was still a little confused. "You aren't forcing me to do anything?" he asked, his voice now quieter and less alarmed. "You won't try to stop me if I quit and bolt out of here?"

She gently ran her hands down his sides, exploring him further. She shook her head slowly. "No, Karl. I won't."

"Why not?" he asked.

He saw a tear fall from her eye, and splash on his chest. She was crying? Why?

She continued to run her hands along his side, and snuffling she replied. "Because Karl, this is love. This is what I most want you to learn. This is wanting to help another, regardless of risk or cost. I am putting myself in harms way for you. I have never before let a mortal break my heart Karl, but I am allowing you the possibility of doing just that.

"You can toss me aside like a rag if you want. The power you have to hurt me is frightening, but I am not going to let the fear stop me. You need this too much. I want you to notice the love in me. I want you to feel what it is like to be loved, if only for a moment. Hopefully, you will remember and learn the feeling. It is so sad that you have not felt it before. It is truly a wonderful thing, and not to be taken lightly."

She then flattened out on top of him, pressing her warm furry breasts against his. She tilted her head back, and looked pleadingly at him. "Stare into my eyes Karl, and realize just how easy it would be for you to cause me pain. Can't you see the chance I am taking? This is love. This is trust. I want to make love to you, not simply have sex with you. Anyone can have sex. Not everyone can have love. If you take nothing else away with you this night, please take this feeling I have for you and know, for once in your life, what love feels like."

He looked deep into her eyes, only inches away from his, and thought he could just feel something. Her warm brown eyes were deep, and seemed to swallow his very soul. His eyes began to well up with tears. He could feel her need for him, both physically and emotionally. She didn't have to do anything for him. She didn't have to be in the room, or for that matter in the country. She didn't have to be anywhere she did not wish to be. So why was she here on top of him?

The answer was like a slap to the face. Because she wanted to love him.

He leaned forward and slowly pressed his lips to hers. His eyes closed as he felt her soft muzzle-fur against his skin. She shuddered down the length of her body as their lips met. She was electric to the touch, he thought to himself. He felt a thrill of danger in her. She could have done anything to him a few moments ago, even killed him. She had every ability to do so, and ample reason to, after the way he had yelled at her. But instead, she wanted to make love to him. She wanted to 'teach' him.

And he thought human females were confusing...

She sighed softly, and returned his kiss. Her warm lips were pressed sensously against his. She lifted her arms to his head, and began to run her fingers through his hair. It wasn't as soft as her fur, but still very pleasant, she thought. It felt much like the hair on top of her own head.

He put his arms around Sharri, and began to feel his way around her back. He continued to kiss her while his hands roamed freely around her body, exploring it. He felt uncomfortable for the first couple of seconds. The sensation of making love to something furry was weird at first, but the sensation passed. She was definately a beautiful woman, inside and out. Her fantastic body was naked, and on top of his. She loved him, and she wanted him. Why should he care that she was a little bit hairy?

It dawned on him that this was probably just as new to her as it was to him.

She began to hum with pleasure. She spread her tails out behind her, covering his legs with their furry softness. He wanted to purr himself. Sharri felt so wonderful to the touch, like a giant sentient plushie toy.

She grabbed his face with both of her hands, and held him motionless as she urgently kissed him again. Her kiss was harder this time, and more intense. She was getting quite excited. So was he. He discarded the plushie toy thought in a flash of hormones.

His hands ran down her back, lower and lower until he was fondling her buttocks. He felt her round firmness there, and the base of the spine where it turned into Sharri's 6 tails. Karl seperated one of them from the rest, and laid it across her back, stroking it lovingly with the flat of his hand. Sharri gasped with excitement as he did so. He felt the warm fur of her back, and the softness of her tail. He smiled to himself as he continued kissing and petting her. Sharri shivered with bliss.

She sat up a little bit, and gently ran her hands back down from his hair. First to the neck, then over his shoulders and down to sides of his chest. "You are such a beautiful man." she panted. "You would have made a fine Kitsune, my lover." Her hands continued to probe his sides, roaming lower and lower until she reached his hips. There she found his underwear still in place.

"Well Sharri," he gasped, his breathing sped up by the intensity of the moment. "If there is anything else you plan to do, you'll have to hop off of me so I can take remove them."

Sharri smirked at him. "I don't think so." she chuckled as she felt the material of his shorts. Karl felt a tiny tingle down there where her fingers were massaging him. He did not know what was going on, but it felt a bit like the material in his briefs had turned to silk. He then realized with a shock that he no longer had any underwear on at all! Sharri had used her magic to make them vanish. The silky sensation he felt was her fur.

His cock sprang up against her, no longer restrained by the undergarment. It was erect, and straining against her. Karl let his breath out in a sudden gasp as he felt his stiff manhood snap up against her warm body. This was unlike anything he had ever felt before. A totally new multimedia experience, he thought. And probably not a common one at that.

Sharri began to gyrate her hips, rubbing herself against him and his cock. He could feel how excited she was, and how wet she had become. He groaned involuntarily as she raked her clawed hands down his chest. She did not harm him, but the claws scratched just enough so there was a little pain. It was very pleasurable though. He didn't know it was possible to become more excited than he already was, but she seemed determined to show him. She raked her claws down his chest again and again, leaving tiny little red lines behind them. He ached for release in more ways than one...

He reached up, and took her breasts in his hands. Even covered with fur, there was no mistaking how attractive they were. He massaged them and rubbed them, taking his time. He took great pleasure in feeling her up. Sharri took pleasure in it also. She stopped scratching him, and put her hands on his stomach again as he kneaded her gently with his palms. Noticing how Sharri had closed her eyes and hummed at his touch, he began to occasionally tickle one of her nipples with a passing finger. She continued to rotate on top of him, but was now moving faster. He massaged her voluptious chest and watched her wiggle with delight.

She reached lower, and felt the tip of his cock lying flat against his stomach. She ran her hands around the area, feeling his penis and her vagina so close to each other. Her fingers ran around his tip and her moist opening over and over again as he rubbed her breasts. She fondled him and herself at the same time. Her touch sent him into tiny spasms, jerking wildly. Her fingers reached around his ready shaft, and stroked him gently as she pulled him up harder against her crotch.

The lips of her already excited vulva parted as she pressed his manhood up against them. She felt his hot flesh just barely inside her, and shuddered again. He was more than average width, and she could feel his racing pulse along the length of the shaft. She continued to rub her body up and down his cock, all the time fingering him and herself as well.

There was no way this could be happening, she thought. She couldn't really be thinking about fucking this man, no matter how she felt about him. She was Kitsune, he was human. But her sensations and hormones were just too strong. His member, throbbing in her trembling hand and so nearly inside her, made her want to scream in ecstasy! She was more excited than she had ever been in her life. No-one had ever made her feel this way. She felt an urgent need in her loins, and decided that she didn't care who or what she fucked tonight. Nothing else mattered. She had to have someone inside her, and now!

She lifted herself up a couple of inches, and held his cock straight up. She put his tip just inside her parting lips. There was no describing the electricity she felt, his hot penis just touching her there. "Oh! God!" she cried. They both shuddered together, thrilled with the feeling of coming ecstasy. They both knew what was coming. And neither could wait another second. With her shudder, she lost control of her leg muscles, and she quickly slid down on him, taking him easily into her.

She let out an involuntary bark as he entered her, feeling his pulsating length of flesh punch deep, deep into her body. He made a loud soul-rending moan, like he could not take any more. For the first few seconds, neither of them moved. They laid there motionless, getting used to the feeling of each other. He adapted to being inside her, and she adapted to having him inside. Both were breathing very rapidly now, the excitement completely engulfing them.

"Well Karl," she gasped between ragged breaths. "Now that you know love, this then is sex." She then lay forward on top of him, keeping his cock inside her as she flattened herself on his chest. She whispered to him as she once more pressed her breasts against his. "And some damned fine sex at that. See how much better things can be when you are with someone who loves you?"

"Well, it is certainly different." he stammered back. She was still whisking her tails around her, and the furry whips thrashing around between his legs tickled quite a bit. He could also feel the muscles controlling her tails flex and tense as a rythymic pulse inside her. He began to move his hips up and down gently, feeling his penis just barely slide the tiniest bit.

"Good. I feel the same way." she panted. "You learned that lesson well. And now, for a little homework assignment..."

She tensed her legs, and almost pulled away from him, but not quite. She then relaxed her legs, and took him all the way into her again. He pressed his hips forward as well, meeting her halfway. Sharri barked again as she felt him push hard into her. He felt so good inside her. She licked her lips as they continued to satisfy their carnal desires, deeper and more forceful with each passing second.

They both groaned with pleasure as they rocked together, meeting each others thrust with equal force. The bed springs screamed from the workout the two lovers were generating. She occasionally yipped in her vulpine voice, which was now a real turn on to him.

He felt himself about to come, and grabbed her hard, forcing her down onto him, pushing his cock all the way inside her. Her vagina tensed and closed down on him as she felt his coming climax, and began to come herself. She tilted her head back and loudly yowled like a wild animal.

He shuddered convulsively as he came inside her. Over and over he felt his body shake as his penis erupted within her raging furry body. She felt it too, and held her breath as he jerked repeatedly within her. She bit her lip, and let her claws out, gripping the quilt until she was tearing it.

His spasms slowed, and stopped. Both Karl and Sharri were still, drinking in the warmth and afterglow of the moment.

Sharri then let out her breath, and leaned forward to lay on top of Karl again. "That was something else Karl." she murred. "You really did something to me." She reached around under his shoulders, and held him tightly to her bosom.

"Well, it wasn't the typical multimedia experience for me either." he gasped.

She chuckled at him, and began to kiss him again. He lethargically kissed her back. He could feel his strength waning after their lovemaking. They both knew he would be asleep shortly.

Sharri didn't want to tell Karl, but she was suddenly sleepy also. She was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. All she wanted to do now was go to sleep in his arms. She laid on top of him, feeling his strong arms around her as she closed her eyes.

What better way for two lovers to fall asleep than in each others embrace?

He shivered just a little bit as he woke up. It was earlier than he usually awoke. The morning rays were just beginning to shine through his window. He remembered what had happened that night, and smiled broadly. Yes indeed, it was a beautiful morning.

He shivered in the cold air of the room once more. Then he realized suddenly that he was alone in the bed.

He quickly sat up, naked. He had slept on top of the sheets, not even bothering to climb under them. Sharri's fur had kept him more than warm enough throughout the night. He looked around the room for his Kitsune lover. Her robes were off the floor, but he didn't see her anywhere. "Sharri?" he called out. "Sharri, are you here?"

He waited several moments for her to make herself visible, or answer him. She did neither. She wasn't there.

He looked where she had left her necklace. In the months that he had known her, last night was the first time he had ever seen her without the necklace around her neck. She would never have left without it. She had placed it beside his lamp on the bedstand.

It wasn't there anymore. She had taken it when she left...

He felt lower than he ever did in his life. He hung his head, and looked down at the sheets. She had meant something to him, he thought to himself. She had loved me, for real this time. Sharri had shown him the meaning of love, and risked a lot to love him last night. She had given him something precious, but in the end, she had turned out just like all the rest. She had left him...

He got dressed, and left his room, dragging his bookbag behind him. He walked down the hall, totally depressed. He was dumped yet again. And this time, by someone who really loved him. She didn't say anything to him, she just left in the middle of the night. And after all that she had said to him, and all their lovemaking too. This abandonment hurt far worse than the previous ones combined did.

He stepped out of the hall and into the dayroom of the dormitory. Several people were sitting on the sofas, watching television or talking. A couple of people were studying in the corner. And outside through the glass doors, he could see the shuttle bus just leaving for the main campus. It would be back in 10 minutes. Karl wondered if he could throw himself in front of it, or if he even had the guts.

"Hey Karl!" Someone called out to him. Karl slowly turned around to see his best friend Chris waving him over. "Good morning bud. How are you today?" Chris said.

Karl dejectedly slunk over to where Karl and some woman were sitting. Her back was to him, and he could not see her face. He really didn't care much. "I have felt better, Chris. What are you doing hanging around? Don't you have an English class in a few minutes?"

"Ugh. You never were much of a morning person, were you?" Chris brightly replied. "Well, I guess every dorm has to have its night owl. My class doesn't start for another hour, so I was chatting a bit with your new tutor here..."

Karl raised an eyebrow in surprise. "My new tutor?" he stammered.

Karl looked down at the woman sitting there, and the gorgeous redhead slowly turned around to meet his gaze. He recognized those eyes instantly. And she was wearing an ivory butterfly on a necklace!

His heart leapt for joy as he saw her! She didn't leave him after all!

"Good Morning Karl." she said, smiling up at him. "I hope you learned something last night."

He leaned over and hugged her fiercely. "You taught me a great deal, Sharri. But I was a bit concerned this morning." he replied. "I was worried that you might have..."

"Left you?" She hugged him back, still smiling. "You really do worry too much Karl. Relax a bit. You'll live longer."

"Karl, I am enrolling in this school at the end of the semester. I am not going anywhere for quite awhile yet. You and I are going to talk and study quite a bit in the next year or so ahead. " She then winked at him. He positively beamed at her.

"By the way Sharri," Chris interrupted. "I wasn't aware Karl was having trouble in any of his classes. He usually tells me those sorts of things. Just what are you tutoring him in anyway?"

Sharri turned back to face Chris again, and smiled at him. "Humanities." she replied. Karl chuckled to himself. At least she didn't answer 'Animal Husbandry' to him. Karl probably would have collapsed laughing.