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WARNING! This story is intended for mature audiences. It contains graphic descriptions of M/F pairings. If you feel offended by such material or feel you are too young to be reading this, please do not continue! Shyra, Sam and all other characters belong to Arrathir, unless otherwise noted.

"Watch where's you're going, nerd!"

Sam Irving gave a sharp yelp as he fell to the floor, tripped by a treacherous paw. The wolf crashed unceremoniously on the tiles, his glasses falling off and his books scattering all over. Blushing furiously, he began feeling around for his glasses, amidst the laughter of his tormentors. He was almost blind without his glasses, so finding them was a rather difficult task.

Why can't those jerks just leave me alone?

Sam had always been the butt of other student's pranks throughout high school, probably due to his unusual appearance. He was a grey wolf whose fur always stuck up in the strangest of places, no matter how much brushing he submitted it to. He was 5'6, fairly short for a senior and his eyes were heterochromatic; one of them blue and the other a deep brown. His odd-eye coloration had always ostracized him from his peers and had made him an easy target for ridicule.

As he felt around for his glasses, he felt them being put into his paw.

"Here you go," said a female voice. Putting his glasses on, the blurry world around him came into focus and he found himself face to face with a kitsune female. Her hair was a light orange, slightly lighter than her fur, which turned to a dark brown, almost black, at the tip of her ears. Her muzzle had a white stripe running from her nose and tapering to a point between her eyes.

"Thanks, Shyra," he sighed, beginning to pick up his books.

"Why don't you do something about those idiots?" sniffed Shyra, looking disdainfully at the males who were still finding enjoyment in the wolf's misfortune.

"They're just looking for attention," sighed Sam "I just ignore them."

"Hey, baby," said one of the males, a white lion. Coming up behind Shyra, he put his paws on her hips, just above the waistline of her skirt. "Why are you wasting time speaking to this loser?" he purred in her ear.

"Get your paws off me, James," snarled Shyra, pulling away from him.

"Come on," said James "You want me; I know it."

"Like Hell," said Shyra, turning back to Sam.

"Hey, bitch, I'm talking to you!" snarled James, grabbing her shoulder.

"She said leave her alone!" said Sam. There was a sudden silence as both furs took in the wolf's outburst.

"What are you going to do about it?" snarled James, releasing Shyra and advancing menacingly on Sam. Just then, the bell rang, signalling a mad rush of students towards their respective classes. Shyra grabbed Sam's paw and dragged him away in the commotion.

"Thanks," she whispered in his ear, before darting away to her next class.

"Hey!" called Sam "Are we still meeting at my place for our project tonight?"

"Yes!" shouted Shyra, over the hubbub of the crowd.

"OK! Be there around four!" shouted Sam, as she disappeared in the crowd.

"Right! Three!" shouted Shyra back, although over the noise, she wasn't sure Sam had heard her.

Sam got to his next class and took his seat with a sigh. The two of them had been friends since they had been cubs. As they'd aged, he had begun to think of Shyra as more than just a friend, but she had never given any indication that she might feel the same about him, and because of his shyness, Sam had never tried to pursue her. Still, he suffered in secret, knowing she would never see him as more than her nerdy friend. Well, at least he would get to see her that evening. The two furs were lab partners for chemistry and they had a project on catalysts due that Friday. They had decided to meet at Sam's house that evening to do the final write-up.

"Mom? I'm home!" Sam called as he let himself in the front door of his home. Nobody answered his call, so he padded into the kitchen, where he found a note written in his mother's messy handwriting.

"Sam,

I'm working late tonight. There's casserole in the fridge, so help yourself. Your father will also be home late. Don't wait up for us.

Love, Mom"

Sam's mother was an attorney at law, so Sam was used to her hectic working hours. She would often stay at her firm all night, working on a case. His father was a university professor and taught an evening literature class, so he too was seldom around. Sam didn't really mind not seeing his parents much. He loved them, of course, but having grown up this was, he just accepted it and as a result, had become fairly autonomous. After pouring himself a glass of water and lapping it up, Sam went upstairs to change.

His room was the first door to the left at the top of the stairs. It was fairly small, but Sam enjoyed the cosiness of the cramped space. To the left of the door was a chest of drawers where Sam stored some of his clothes. The rest were hung from a shelf above the dresser. On the left wall was a large window that gave onto the back yard. His bed was also against the left wall. There was a bedside table at the head of the bed with a small lamp on it and some books. On the right wall was Sam's desk and computer. Finally, in the back right corner was a bookshelf filled with various books and magazines.

Closing his curtains, Sam began undressing, unbuttoning his shirt and hanging it up beneath his shelf. As he removed his pants, he happened to glance at the alarm clock on his desk: It was ten to three. He had about an hour until Shyra showed up. At the thought of her, his shaft gave a small jerk. He tried to ignore it, but couldn't help thinking about the kitsune. Just picturing her in that miniskirt that barely covered her bare essentials was incredibly arousing for the wolf. By now, he was semi-erect, his member forming a bulge in his underwear.

Sighing, he lied down on his bed, pulling down his boxers and allowing his shaft to pop out. He didn't think of himself as particularly big; he supposed he was about average for a wolf his age. Reaching down with one paw, he began stroking his engorged shaft, shuddering as it jerked in his paw. He began thinking about Shyra; how he wished she could be the one pawing him off. He could almost picture her, one paw stroking him while she grinned mischievously up at him, licking her lips as her blue eyes twinkled with mirth. Sam began moaning as he pawed off, now fully erect.

Pausing for a second, he opened the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out a picture. It was of Shyra. She was smiling at the camera, dressed in her uniform. It had taken at the beginning of their senior year. In Sam's mind, the Shyra in the picture winked at him, running her hands down her body and toying with the hem of her pleated skirt. She grinned wickedly and turned around, leaning forwards slightly and wagging her butt at him. Turning her face back to him, she gave him a longing look and blew a kiss at him, raising her tail and hiking her skirt up just enough to give him a glimpse of her panty-clad mound. She got down on all fours, her butt high in the air and her tail to the side, raising her skirt to give him a superb view of her ass and panties. Reaching between her legs, she began stroking her mound through the thin fabric with two fingers, her eyes closed in bliss as she let out a small moan. Slipping her hand under the waistband of her panties, she continued slowly fingering herself, opening her eyes and looking back at him pleadingly; her needs clear as she panted heavily. Sam could almost smell her arousal growing. He was now moaning loudly, pumping his shaft with both paws as his pre leaked from his tip, lubricating his shaft and aiding with his masturbation.

Shyra arrived at Sam's house right at three o'clock. She didn't bother knocking and just let herself in. Her parents were friends with Sam's and his house was like a second home to her. Taking her shoes off, she padded upstairs and paused on the landing. She could hear loud moans and gasps coming from Sam's room. Frowning, she opened the door a crack and gasped as she was assaulted by Sam's musk. The penetrating odour was so arousing, she immediately felt herself becoming wet from his mere scent. Shaking her head to clear her lust-filled mind, she took a look into the room.

Sam was on his bed, frantically jerking his wolfhood with both paws, his knot swollen with blood. Shyra was shocked by the size of his shaft. She never would have guessed Sam was so big! As she stared at her best friend jerking off, she felt herself growing wetter and felt a familiar sensation of heat in her loins. Her arousal, combined with Sam's intoxicating musk, made her head spin and for the first time in her life, she saw Sam as more than just her childhood friend: he was a male who could fulfil her desires. She realized that she wanted to fuck her best friend, and that she liked that idea.

Quietly opening the door, she snuck towards Sam. The wolf's breath was coming in short gasps and Shyra guessed he wasn't going to last much longer. She reached down and fondled his fuzzy balls, marvelling at how well they fit in her paws. Sam moaned but kept his eyes closed, lost in his fantasies. Giggling naughtily, Shyra leaned over and licked his tip, lapping up the pre which was now flowing freely from him.

"Ohhh, Shyra..." moaned Sam.

The kitsune was taken aback. He was fantasizing about her? She'd always suspected he'd had a crush on her, and for a while, she had thought that they might one day become more than friends, but he had never acted on it. Shyra loved Sam, but not in a romantic way. He was her closest friend, but she just couldn't picture the two of them as a couple. She knew that what she was doing at that moment would give the wolf the wrong message about how she felt, but she couldn't stop herself. There would be time to explain later.

"Mmmm, Sammy, you taste good," she murred in his ear.

"Shyra?" gasped Sam, his eyes flying open. When he saw the kitsune with her paws on his shaft, he yelped in panic.

"Ah! This isn't what it looks like!"

"Did you say my name just now?" grinned Shyra.

"I-I..."

Shyra noticed the picture Sam had dropped. The wolf followed her gaze and hung his head in shame, not daring to look at her.

"Sam, it's OK," said Shyra. "You love me, don't you?"

"Yes..."

"Oh Sam," sighed Shyra, sitting on the wolf's bed. "I love you too, but not the way you do."

Sam was heartbroken. Tears welled up in his odd-coloured eyes.

"No, please don't cry," said Shyra. "Sam, you're very special to me, and I'd love to give you a hand with what you were doing."

Sam looked at Shyra, confused.

"This is what you want, isn't it?" grinned Shyra, taking Sam's paw and pressing it to her soaked panties. Sam's jaw dropped as he felt the heat radiating from her sex. He whimpered and timidly probed her covered vulva, Shyra moaning from his touch. He gulped and began rubbing his paw against the fabric, causing Shyra to moan louder. As Sam continued his exploration, the kitsune gave a loud gasp as he encountered her clit. Noting her reaction, Sam rubbed the spot that she seemed to like.

"Ahhh, Sam..." she moaned as the wolf rubbed his paw in small circles around her nub. Her breaths were coming in short gasps and she was so horny from having watch Sam pawing off that she knew she would cum soon if he kept this up.

Sam was still trying to process the situation: here he was his paw against the panties of the girl he'd been fantasizing about only moment before. Did it get any better? As Shyra's scent reached his nostrils, he inhaled deeply, the smell only serving to further arouse him. Feeling suddenly very bold, he slipped his paw under the waistband of Shyra's panties, meeting her wet lips. Shyra screamed in rapture as his furry digits stimulated her sensitive slit. The pleasure was making her light-headed and she could smell Sam's musk growing stronger. All she could think about was getting that shaft inside her.

"Sam," she moaned, as the wolf rubbed his fingers up and down her lips, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. "S-Stop for just a minute."

"I'm sorry!" said Sam, withdrawing his paw and quickly turning away from her.

"No, it isn't like that," said Shyra, placing her paws on her friend's shoulders. "You didn't do anything wrong; In fact, you did very well, but I think we're ready for the next step."

"Next step?" asked Sam, turning to look at the kitsune. Smiling, Shyra stood up and bent over, exposing her ass and wet panties. Removing her skirt, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slowly, tantalizingly pulled them down, Sam gulping as her puffy vulva was exposed to him, her juices coating her pink lips and matting her fur. She turned around, undoing her shirt one button at a time. Sam was panting wildly, still astounded by his luck. The girl of his dreams was in his room, stripping before his very eyes! Shyra removed her shirt and quickly unclasped her bra. Sam's jaw dropped again as her perky breasts came into view.

Sitting down beside the dumbstruck wolf, Shyra scooted into his lap and kissed him tenderly. Too stunned to respond, Sam merely sat there as he received his first kiss from his best friend. This was the happiest moment of his life. A single tear of joy rolled down his cheek, dropping onto Shyra's thigh.

"Shyra..." he said, as she broke the kiss.

"Shh," said the kitsune, placing a paw to his lips to silence him. She kissed him again, pushing him down onto the bed. The two furs continued kissing, running their paws over each other's bodies. Shyra could feel Sam's shaft pressing up against her belly and she decided that it was time. Lifting herself up, she squatted above his shaft, taking it in one paw and guiding it to her dripping slit. Sam gasped as he felt his tip pressing against her moist, hot vulva. He stared into her eyes with a mix of lust and apprehension as Shyra began pressing down against his tip.

"Ahh," Shyra moaned as she sunk lower onto him, moaning as she felt him stretching her. The wolf's eyes went wide as he felt her slick, wet walls gripping his shaft, pulling him further into the fox. Shyra released her grip on his shaft and began pushing down, further and further as every millimetre of wolf meat disappeared inside her. Sam had never felt anything so wonderful in his life. Those tight, velvety walls hugged his cock perfectly, as if it has always meant to be within them. His loins felt as if they were on fire and, being still very aroused from his earlier session, he felt he might come at any second now.

Shyra moaned loudly as she took the wolf's entire length within her. She paused for a few seconds, getting used to his girth, then pulled up, causing the wolf to gasp in pleasure as he felt her walls rippling around him. It was the most amazing thing he'd ever felt. Shyra pressed down again, hissing in pleasure as the wolf's shaft sent thrills of pleasure through her body. She began gyrating her hips, squeezing the wolf's shaft with her walls. The two furs moaned in unison as Shyra began building a rhythm, taking Sam's knot a bit further inside her with every stroke. The swollen bulge of flesh was so large that she wasn't even sure she'd be able to take it inside her, but at the same time, she needed it.

With a final moan, Shyra impaled herself upon Sam's meat and began pressing against his knot. She gasped in pain as she felt herself being stretched more than she though was possible. Sam gasped as well, but in pleasure as he felt her walls pulling at his knot, taking it deeper inside her, bringing him ever closer to his climax.

"Shyra..." he moaned "I don't want to hurt you..."

"I want this, Sam," said Shyra, the need evident in her voice. "Cum for me, Sammy," she murred, squeezing his shaft with her walls, causing the wolf to buck his hips, driving himself even further into the kitsune. The extra stimulation was too much for Sam and he moaned loudly as he felt his climax arriving. He tried to hold on as long as he could, but suddenly began wildly thrusting his hips against the fox. He howled in pleasure as his climax hit him. His cock twitched wildly, filling Shyra's pussy with his seed.

At the feeling of warmth shooting into her, Shyra couldn't hold off any longer and screamed in pleasure as her own climax hit her. Her muscles clamped down on the wolf's shaft, milking it of its seed and only stimulating it even more. Shyra collapsed onto Sam, hugging him tightly as she ground her convulsing pussy against his pulsating shaft. Sam felt her furry breasts pressing against his chest, her tail lashing against his legs and her warm breath against his fur.

Neither of them knew how long they stayed there, writhing in pleasure, grinding against each other and passionately kissing. It was probably only a few minutes, but to Sam, it felt like an eternity of bliss. A kiss from Shyra brought him back to the real world.

"Shyra..." was all he could muster.

"That was amazing," said the fox, cuddling up to him.

"I-I never knew it could feel so good," sighed Sam.

"I was your first?" asked Shyra, smiling mischievously.

"Yes," said Sam, blushing.

"Well, you didn't do badly for your first time," said Shyra. "Just in case you were wondering. I loved every moment of it."

"So..." said Sam, in the awkward silence that followed. "What happens now? With us, I mean."

"Sammy, I do love you, but I just don't feel like we can be a couple," said Shyra. "Listen, you're a wonderful guy and someday, you'll make some lucky girl very happy."

"I want to make you happy."

"You already did," giggled Shyra, nipping Sam's neck affectionately.

"Is it that I'm not good enough for you?" asked Sam "I can change. I..."

"Don't," said Shyra, cutting him off "You're more than good enough for me, but I don't want to tie you down. You're still young, and there's plenty of time for you to have some fun before you commit yourself to one girl, and hey, if you ever need any 'help,' I can give you a hand again."

"Shyra!" Sam blushed as the kitsune ground against him. She giggled and rolled off him, his knot having shrunk enough for her to pull it out of her. Snuggling up to Sam, Shyra smiled warmly at him. As Sam stared into her blue eyes, he realized how lucky he was to have such a good friend. The two furs kissed one last time before drifting off to sleep, happy and content.