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Homeward Bound

He rubbed his hand over the rough jigsaw shaped cracks in the bark of the looming tree next to him. It looked exactly like every other tree he had passed for the last three hours. The sun was just starting to go down, and he was getting hungry. Mind racing, he thought over what he knew about wilderness survival, but he kept drawing a blank. One second he'd been on the trail, the next he suddenly realized that he was crunching through the endless dried pine needles lying underneath the impressive coniferous canopy.

With a manic sigh, the man leaned against a tree and rubbed his hand over his face.

"Help!" he shouted, but his voice was swallowed by the looming trees without even an echo. "I just want to go home . . ." he moaned as he slid to the ground with a forlorn thump. If he didn't make it home maybe his roommates would call search and rescue. God, that would be embarrassing, but it'd be better than starving to death on a 'beginner' level trail.

Clenching his fists he tried calling out again, shouting as loud as he could, throat feeling raw as he cut off with a hacking wheeze, staring down at the forest floor.

"You seem to be in need of some assistance," the voice came from almost right beside him. Shocked, the man sat bolt upright, knocking the back of his head on the tree he leaned against. He winced in pain, breathing in sharply and rubbing his skull as he looked around for where the voice had come from.

"Something about finding a home?" the voice drifted out with a certain carefree lilt. It sounded close, but his darting eyes saw nothing.

"Uhh, I'm lost." The man began apologetically. "Could you uhh . . . where are you exactly?" his hand drifted towards his pen-knife cautiously.

"Oh, pardon me," There was a rustling in the underbrush from beside him and he found himself staring at a proud orange spectacle that made him rub his eyes in disbelief.

The fox was bigger than any he had ever seen before; more like the size of a dog. Its bushy tail flickered about behind it in a lazy wag and he could swear it was smiling at him with its expressive amber eyes.

"Okay . . . Ahh, nice pet." The man tried to back-peddle, but just bumped into the same tree. "Cool. But I could really use your help, where exactly are you?"

"Oh please, you certainly can't be that daft," the fox ostensibly replied. "Even if you somehow possess the worse sense of direction I have ever seen."

" . . . ? . . . !" His head banged painfully into the back of the tree again as he watched the large fox's black lips move as it spoke to him. "Fuck!" he swore as he grimaced in shock again, eyes watering as he rubbed his aching head briskly.

With a sigh, the fox sat on his haunches in front of him. "So what exactly did you want again?" its tail patted against the ground rhythmically.

"Umm. . . you can . . ?" the fox gave him an exasperated look, as if daring him to ask the obvious question. The man swallowed nervously, shaking his head as if trying to wake up from a dream. "Well, I guess if you can take me home. . . I'd uhh, owe you one?" This had to be some kind of hallucination . . . His head still rang from the repeated knocks he had given it; however, the fox swished its tail, considered for a second, and then replied.

"I'll agree to take you home on one condition," its long vulpine tongue licked over its dark lips carefully. "You see, there are not many decent conversationalists in this home of mine, and so all I ask is that you talk to me; let's engage in some much needed conversation and I'll take you home."

"Sure. I guess. I mean we can walk and talk right?" the man stood up scratching the back of his tender head. Had he just made an agreement with a giant fox? He tried to figure out what was really going on, mind spinning in endless loops as his eyes told him over and over things that could not possibly be happening.

"Most assuredly," the fox began to pad through the underbrush, looking over its shoulder at him with a brush of his tail. And what a tail it was, long and brilliant auburn with a black stripe and snowy white tip. It was probably soft too . . . Shaking his head groggily, he followed his bizarre guide into the streaking shadows of the forest sunset.

"So," the fox began as he trotted along jauntily. "What exactly is your home?"

"Oh, I live on Oakridge with some friends . . ."

"No no, not where, what. What is it that makes your home?" the fox asked a genuine note of curiosity creeping into its oddly accented voice.

"It's . . . where I sleep I guess?" the man began, puzzled at the line of questioning.

"Ahh, so you always sleep in the same place? What if you move, does your home move too?" the furry face cocked to the side questioningly.

"Well, no, not really. I guess it's my home because all of my things are there," he scratched his head as he thought about it, pushing aside some scrubby brush as his boots crunched through the dried needles.

The fox's ears perked up in comprehension. "I see, so if you lost your possessions, you would lose your home as well?"

"Uhh, not really," he pondered over his collection of CDs that he rarely listened to anymore. "I'd be angry if I were robbed, but I'd still have a home."

Tail swishing in pontification, the fox queried, "Is it because of your friends?"

"Well," he began hesitantly. "I don't know them all that well. They were kind of friends of a friend, and I mean, they're cool and all, but I kind of miss my old buddies sometimes. . ."

"This is becoming quite a conundrum," the fox admitted with a smile as they reached a small stream.

Seeing the fox start to tiptoe into the cold looking water, the man paused. "Hold up, I'm going to take off my shoes first," he balanced precariously on one leg while tearing off his still uncomfortably new boots, and peeling off his already damp socks . . . so that he could follow a fox that was leading him home? God this was strange. But the fox seemed bizarrely trustworthy, and, kind of cute in a strange way. . .

The fox waited on the other side of the stream, tail swishing almost impatiently as his amber eyes followed the young man's every move. Feeling awkward with the pause in the impetus of both speech and forward motion, the man decided to fill in the silence. "So what is your home then?"

"It's where I want to be. I am comfortable there," the fox sat on its haunches matter-of-factly as the man rolled up his pant legs and waded through the icy stream, toes catching on the smooth round rocks at the bottom.

"Guess that's pretty simple!" the man laughed. "It'd be nice to have a home like that." He felt the prickly pine needles stick to his feet as he stepped up onto the bank. His eyes wandered around for the fox before he felt a cold nose sniffing around his bare legs.

"With a body like that, I can see why it would be difficult to be comfortable," whiskers tickled up the man's ankle. "You basically have to surround yourself with unnecessary insulation. You can't enjoy all the luxuries of your surroundings."

"What, you mean like nature? Well, I mean, I like getting away sometimes . . . you know? That's why I went hiking in the first place." The man set down his shoes and socks carefully as he tried to explain. "I need to work to pay for my life, it doesn't leave a lot of time for other things. It's not like I could just live out in the forest like you."

"Have you tried?" the fox asked with a mischievous tone.

"I guess I kind of am right now. And I've already gotten lost without any food or water. Some man of the wilderness I am," he shook his head bitterly.

"Oh, but you've made it this far!" the fox rubbed its lithe body against his legs, "I think I could help you out in that respect."

There was a strangely personal feeling when the fox rubbed against him. And he could smell something just faintly. It was peppery and rich, but the back of his mind couldn't quite place it. "You want to help me? More? Hah," he laughed as the fox's pink tongue licked across his bare calf. "Sure. Please. Why not? I think . . . I'd really like a little help," his voice took on a slightly lost quality as the fox grinned up at him. Things were already so surreal . . . what did he have to lose?

"Well, let's make sure you're comfortable then. You don't want to ruin the experience with any distractions," the clever vulpine made a sour face as he gave the worn socks a sniff. "Let's get

rid of these unnecessary coverings." he pulled gently at the cuff of the man's jeans with his deft teeth.

Nodding dreamily, the man began to slide off his belt. He didn't need any of these things. Somewhere in the back of his head, he was embarrassed at being nude in public, but there was a feeling of constant reassurance as the fox praised him while he slipped out of his garishly unneeded clothes.

"Isn't that better now?" the low voice cooed as he slipped off his tee-shirt. The smug fox was right. It did feel nice, the streaking beams of sun warm against his skin in the crisp air. The soft flanks of the beast rubbed against him as it threaded its way through his legs, soft wisp of a tail brushing past his exposed balls as he groaned at the warm fuzzy contact. The spicy scent grew stronger as the tail waved about and the man watched it as if it were a beautiful flag, undulating in an unseen wind.

Where their bodies met, soft orange fuzz began to grow unnoticed on the man's thighs, fading to a deep brown as it hit his ankles. The eager fox began to lick at the man's feet, tickling them as they began to stretch, muscles pulling tight as the man laughed and toppled back onto the pokey underbrush with a whumph. Clenching, the man's digits bulged, pulled into thick paws, nails thickening into dark claws, almost feeling like extra joints as his feet contracted, sprouting tough pads that were maddeningly sensitive as the tongue flew over them.

"Wha . . . haha! Hey! What are you doing?" The man managed to giggle out as the careful tongue glided, coating him in a musky foxy scent.

"Helping," the fox licked his chops as he replied. "I think you'll have a better time in the wilderness with a few . . .alterations. I mean look at me," the fox stepped up, resting his paws firmly on the man's stomach, pointed muzzle nearing the human's face as he spoke. "You like my body do you not? Is it not well designed for this particular clime?" his bright eyes met the man's gaze and they stared at each other in a soul searching moment before the man replied faintly.

"Yes. I mean, you are really . . ." he searched his mind for the proper word, "beautiful." The whiskers were the first thing he felt as the fox leaned in further and their mouths met in a bizarre kiss. The fox's long tongue was so fast, delicate but strong; it slid around his own clumsy mouth as his canines began to lengthen slightly. He licked across the animal's smooth black lips, and felt the strange rough ribbed roof of its mouth.

The fox's tail wagged with languorous motions as the man's lips began to darken, and he slid his tongue up over the human's bulbous nose. It began to change, becoming leathery and moist, turning up as the man's eyes widened while he inhaled his first true breath of foxy lust. The tang in the air was incomparably appealing. A hot mixture of peppery vulpine eagerness and deep passionate musk. His own mouth began lapping eagerly against the fox's wet hot slip of flesh as he lost himself in the increasingly passionate experience.

"Mmm, yes. Very nice." The fox panted, watching as the man's eyes blazed into a deep topaz, pupils sliding into appealing slits. He planted his paws on the human's shoulders and nuzzled against the side of his neck cutely, feeling twitching whiskers sprout and brush against his own before hopping off playfully, tail waving behind him. The fox grinned as the smell struck human leaned forwards, walking awkwardly on his shapely orange haired foxy legs, and ungainly arms. He batted the approaching face with his tail and grinned as the half changed, fuzzy head leaned in and sniffed the base of his waving foxy pride.

From this distance the smell was like being shot in the face with glorious sensation. The man's other senses shut off as he drew in the peppery foxish reek and his nose shifted out further, letting him take in all of the multifaceted character of the scent. His tongue lapped out of its own accord, brushing past the fox's taut anus and lapping across that divine tail base until he could taste it. But as his mind was subsumed by delicious passion, the fluffy hindquarters of the perfect animal walked away from his panting nose, and he was left with nothing, tongue lapping into the air with the memory of the pleasure.

The soft flanks of the fox's silky fur rubbed against him as it circled around behind him. He felt it sniff around his buttocks for a second before its hot tongue lapped between his cheeks, making him squirm at the hot slick contact.

"What . . .What are you doing?" the man asked hazily, clawed toes digging into the ground with every lap as the wave of brilliant plush orange fur rose up from his thighs.

"Oh," the fox licked his chops impishly. "I saw that you like my tail," he began as he rubbed his tail against the bare skin of the human's side.

"Mmmhmm," the man panted dreamily.

"I like them too," the fox rubbed its silky body against his. "Wouldn't you like to have a tail as well? For me?"

The man yelped his assent as the quick pink tongue slid into him, flickering into his insides as he could feel himself clench around it involuntarily. There was a hard crunch of a noise, and a nub of flesh sprouted above his ass. The fox's clever mouth licked across it, sucking on the bulge and lapping it out longer and longer with cracking pops as it began to pull to either side of its own volition.

As the growing tail was nipped and pulled at, the man's hips pulled apart, cleft in his ass vanishing as his anus was exposed, being tugged this way and that by the developing muscles of his wagging tail. Fiery fur grew over his forming haunches as his legs rearranged themselves for a more quadrupedal stance. While the fox gave one last long lap from the man's exposed tail-hole all the way to the tip of his forming tail, fur exploded outwards, forming a light but voluminous coating that twitched out in shocks of pleasure. A black stripe and fluffy white tip formed as the panting fox was hit with a face-full of newly formed fox musk.

Panting, it shook its head as he smelled the man's arousal. "Lovely," the sultry fox cooed, eying the man's well formed posterior and cheerfully waving tail. But something didn't quite fit in, and so the fox bent his head in, whiskers dragging electrically against the changing human's testes before his slippery pink tongue jostled them with a few quick laps.

The feeling was intense as the fox rubbed its fluffy head between the man's hind legs. His testes clenched as the fox pulled itself under him, head sliding past his package and out from between his hind leg and still human arm. Moaning as the soft hair rubbed against his underside, teasing his now pulsing erection, his testes clenched up tighter to his body, growing a soft coat of downy white fur. Skin twisting, the base of his member throbbed as it was engulfed in an animalistic sheath of loose flesh and a dusting of white that ground against the back of the wily fox as it pulled itself all the way out from under him, long supple tail caressing his velveteen soft balls and aching shaft as he left.

As the fox slid out from under him, its silky brush of a tail batted against his face, bathing him in the scent of virile vulpine lust while giving the man a view of its soft white testes and supple ass. There was an acrid new scent under the beautiful animal, and the man drank it in as he thought he saw a hint of pink amid the fluffy white. With a tongue lolling grin, the fox turned around slowly, peeking his head under the man.

"What have we here?" he questioned with delight, his breath hot against the skin of the man's still human erection. "So shameless," its tongue flickered out across it; "clumsy." He tasted the man's pent up lust. "You want something more subtle don't you?" the toothy maw nibbled gently across his tip as the man groaned. "Something refined," the man's skin began to thin, turning a bright and angry marbled red, taste changing to something electric.

"Grrraaaaahh, yes. Please," the man pleaded as he was stimulated. He felt the rigid palette of the fox's mouth scrape over his member as the long tongue ravished it. With every throb his penis bulged, middle becoming a smooth curve into his tip, which pulled into a tight flat point. Then the incorrigible fox began to growl, deep and throaty as he sucked, and with every pull the man felt his changing penis slide back, becoming more and more sensitive to the weaning fox's tugs as it pulled back inside of him. Soon, all that was left was a bright red tip, leaking in the streaked sunlight, standing in stark contrast to his downy white sheath as it throbbed with desperate need.

"I. . . I want more . . ." the man's half fox face panted, tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth.

"More hmm?" The frisky fox snuggled in close to him. "You certainly could use more. . ." his head snuffled around the man's armpit, cold nose making the man shiver eagerly. His lithe body slipped under the prostrate human's torso, delightful fur rubbing under him as a wave of white rose up. As the soft silk rose past his navel, his stomach slimmed down into a more vulpine shape and his ribs became more rounded. Vestigial teats flared into glorious sensation until they were subsumed by creamy fuzz.

The frolicking fox slipped under and over him a few more times, rubbing their lithe bodies together as fur covered the man, auburn on his back and flanks and pearly white on his smooth belly. The man's pulsing tip of a member rubbed the scent of foxy lust all over the lithe beast as it pulled itself under him, and the fox's own arousal spread its delightfully animal smell all over him as he slid over. As the fox ground on and off his stretching back playfully the man groaned while his body twisted wonderfully into the correct shape.

"Ahhhh, yes. I like the way you feel. Do you like the way I feel too?" the fox asked coyly, nuzzling the man's arms as they snapped into a more dog-like alignment.

"Mmmm, yeah. I want to feel you. Closer." the man mumbled as the fox lapped down his arms, slick tongue dragging down the poofy orange fuzz that darkened into deep brown socks.

"Well then, let's plan on getting very close then," the fox nibbled between his fingers as they pulled back, losing their unnecessary flexibility to become sturdy pointed paws. The hot mouth felt amazing on his new leathery pads, and standing on all fours just seemed so right. He nipped playfully at the fox's perky ears as his hands settled into sexy slim paws with a crunch.

They ended up panting muzzle to muzzle, gazing into eachother's slitted amber eyes before they lapped into a deep and passionate kiss. The man's entire body tingled, feeling so right, but still not perfect. Still missing some integral something. He sniffed at the fickle fox's deliciously jaunty tail as it flickered past, giving him another glimpse of the beast's taut package, crimson tip, and twitching ass.

Suddenly, with only a hot pant as warning, the fox began lathering his anus in warm wet licks. The man's tail hole clenched and writhed and he could smell his own needy musk in the air, mingling with the fox's as he yipped out in pleasure. With one last hard and passionate lick, the fox smacked his chops and rested his head on the man's hind quarters.

"I'm coming," the fox spoke quietly as he pushed his weight up onto the man's back. "Closer," he whispered into the forming fox's ear as he lay atop him. The silky texture of their impossibly soft fur rubbing together was sheer ecstasy, but the man was unprepared for what happened next.

The fox thrust forward with his hips, jerking their bodies, and the man felt something hot and hard poke against his rear entrance. There was some jostling positioning as strong paws grasped his hips, and then another thrust that made the man yipe in surprise as his supple pucker stretched sinuously around the pointed tip of the fox's hot cock.

His tail twitched wildly to the side as he was entered so tenderly. His head arched up, wet nose burying itself in the soft ruffed neck of the fox above him as he growled in lust. The crimson prick spread him wider as the thrusts continued, building up a rhythm as the member began to swell out of its soft sheath sinking further and further into him with each rocking shove. Their fuzzy testes began to bump together as the once-man began to push back into his lover's passionate tirade.

Yipping in delight, the man felt the fox's fluffy thighs pull tight against him as the pointed tip of the rod struck something inside of him that made him howl out an animal scream of bliss. His own throbbing penis began to slide out of his sheath, pulsing with every sliding thrust filling his clenching insides with its warm girth. His claws dug into the pine needles on the ground as he panted in a hazy world of lust in the final warm streaking rays of the setting sun.

The peppery musk in the air intensified as a tear of pre dripped from the man's extending foxhood. Huffing, the fox leaned his muzzle into the once human's growing vulpine ears and muttered in time with his thrusts, "Soon. . . Closer," punctuating his message with a sloppy lick. Pulling back, the man's ears twitched in pained delight as something stretched his ass further, sliding into him suddenly. His own member bobbed below, rocking in time with their thrusts as something began to stretch him wider and wider from the inside.

It was like a vice, swelling tighter and tighter as it locked them together. His own fuzzy sheath bulged as something began to press out of it, bulbous knot beginning to inflate haltingly, soft belly fur tickling it maddeningly. They grew so close together that the wild thrusts lo longer drove into him, but rocked them both, pulling and pushing in a stimulational overload. With a wild cry, the fox tensed all over, bending his muzzle down against his lover's as his balls clenched. The man's body bent up in an arc, ears perking as his slitted eyes dilated in shock.

With one last savage shove, the hot fox began to squeeze halting spurts of burning spunk deep into the man. Yipping with every gut wrenching wave of hot seed, the new fox's own member began to jerk up violently, his tight balls writhed as his anus clenched, tail waggling spasmodically, claws digging furrows into the earth as he began to come, ribbons of pearlecent essence shooting from the bobbing point of his chiseled cock, painting the ground with his passion and the air with the scent of his unbridled lust.

As they yowled together in orgasmic throes of bliss, the man's body snapped and pulled. His face pushed forward with every soul purging squeeze. With every tense wave of warmth his body grew more and more perfect, sensitivity rising to a mind shattering high as every follicle bristled. His anus clamped down so wildly that the squirming fox on top of him began to come anew, letting loose a strangled ululation as his tail stood at stark attention and he pushed into the newly completed fox with all of his might.

The air was thick with the scent of vulpine love, last rays of the sun streaking their fur a brilliant fiery hue. Muscles strained as their bodies were pulled perfectly together, feeling every twinge of pleasure of the other, driving their bliss into a euphoric overdrive that left them both panting, long tongues gasping in the cool air as their minds caught up to the present from their moment of sublime perfection.

The fox slipped awkwardly off of his back, penis still tying them together as their fluffy tails wagged against each other absentmindedly, rocking its spent balls softly. Licking his chops and clearing his throat the voluptuous vulpine began, "So, did I keep my part of our bargain?" his hind legs shuffled as he found a comfortable position.

It took more time for the man to even form words. "Mmm, What?" the new fox stretched forwards slightly, testing the connection between them, but found that he was held wonderfully tight.

"Well. . . are you satisfied," the fox began, a slight trepidation creeping into his voice. "Did you find your home?"

The man panted for a second, thinking about it, feeling the warmth shared between them. He'd never been closer to anyone in his life. "You know, after that, I really think I have."