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The Fox of a Thousand Faces

Prologue

Copyright 2008 Zelphair/YaminoFoxie

My name, as far as you know, is Katachi Friedrich. That's not my real name of course, but you'll have to forgive me for the pseudonym. There are things that I want to share with an audience, but there are also secrets I have to keep. The only ones who know enough about me to connect this bit of prose to me (assuming they could actually find it amidst the almost infinite chaos of the internet), are those who, as you'll see later on, already know my secrets. I trust them with my life, and I've taken the precaution of changing their names as well.

I can at least tell you that even though Katachi Friedrich isn't my real name, my real one has the same ethnic mix. You see, to the best of my knowledge, my birth parents were Japanese immigrants, foxes like me, of course. That's about all I knew about them for most of my life, and I still don't know much more. They gave me up for adoption shortly after I was born. Luckily for me, though, I was adopted by a nice couple of American German Shepherds, who also had their own cub not too long after that.

Looking back, having heard other people's stories, I guess I should have been more curious about my birth parents, but it really didn't matter to me. I had two parents who loved me very much, and a little brother who always looked up to me (even if he was sometimes a pain in the ass). There was, of course, some distress when I first asked why I looked so different from all of them, but they were quick to assure me that not being related by blood didn't mean I was any less of a part of their family. Unlike some adoptive parents, they actually backed that up with the way they treated me, both good and bad. Whether with praise or punishment, there was no favoritism shown for me or my little brother. I was their son in every way that mattered, and the DNA made no difference, or at least that's what I thought.

The time when everything changed was when I was sixteen, more specifically when I was pawing off one night, of all times. I'd been looking at some porn, and had come across a very hot little "actor" with approximately the same skinny little geek build that I had, although in my opinion, it worked much better for him. Of course, part of that could have had to do with the fact that he wasn't a plain old white fox like me. No, he was a rabbit with midnight black fur, and the most piercing green eyes I'd ever seen. He was also a little better hung, but not enough to really throw off the build comparison that much.

As I was lying on my bed and furiously working my shaft, my eyes were closed, and there was an intricate fantasy going through my head, in which I was that cute little bunny getting serviced on camera. As I got closer and closer to the edge, I started having the weirdest sensations. My muzzle felt oddly squished, like someone was pressing it down forcefully. My ears felt like someone was pulling them out, stretching them out far beyond their normal size. My tail even felt lighter, and for that matter, I couldn't seem to feel anything beyond the base.

Given my current state, approaching the pleasure threshold, I was more than willing to just ignore those strange sensations for the time being, attributing them to normal cramps and numbness from being in one position too long. I was especially willing to ignore them when my paw working up and down my shaft started to feel better and better, slicker and warmer, until it felt almost exactly like a maw around my shaft. As I quickly reached the edge, a small part of my mind found it odd that my knot didn't seem to be forming, but I didn't really care that much as my body was overtaken with euphoria, my balls pulled tight to my body, and I sprayed rope after rope of creamy seed onto my chest and belly.

I lay there for a few moments enjoying the afterglow, and honestly would've liked to have spent a lot longer, since that had honestly been the best orgasm I'd ever had. Pretty soon, though, those same sensations from before were starting to get really irritating, and even when I turned over, they didn't go away. Still in a half-dazed state of afterglow, but also more than a little annoyed, I reached my paw up to my right ear to adjust it. Something struck me as seriously odd, though, when my paws encountered a far larger and more elongated ear than they should have. It was at about that time that I finally opened my eyes.

Looking down at my chest, I was shocked to see that its fur was pitch-black, along with the rest of my coat. Now seriously alarmed, and wondering what the hell was going on, I leapt up from my bed, and practically ran to the full-length mirror on my door. For a few seconds, I honestly wasn't sure if it was still a mirror, because what I saw looking back at me was not my own face, but that of a rabbit. To be exact, it was the face, and the rest of the body, of the rabbit from my earlier porn viewing and fantasy, that stared back at me from the mirror, its green eyes reflecting my own confusion.

Panicking, my mind not comprehending what was going on, my first thought was that there was no way I wanted to have to explain this to anyone. I frantically wished I looked like myself again, and no sooner had that thought crossed my mind, than I felt my ears diminishing, my muzzle lengthening, and my tail filling out, and saw in the mirror my fur lightening and eyes darkening as I became my normal self again. A bit calmer with that assurance, I experimentally concentrated on the mental image of the bunny again. This time, in addition to feeling each change, I watched in the mirror as I quickly transformed from my normal self into the porn star bunny of my dreams.

I was still incredibly overwhelmed by the experience, but even through the libido dampening effect of just having cum, I had to admit that I was hot, that this whole thing was incredibly hot. I turned around and admired the tight black rump under my bushy white tail, giving it an experimental squeeze to confirm that yes, it was tighter and firmer than my own. Turning around to admit the front again, I felt a bit disappointed that my nice new bunny shaft had retreated into its sheath. Experimentally, I concentrated on images of erection and feelings of arousal, and sure enough, seven and a half inches of thick rabbit cock quickly slid forth from the sheath. There was even a drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip, and to my surprise, I found I was as aroused as I ever remember being, despite just a moment ago feeling the complete lack of sexual urges that usually came about just after orgasm.

From there, I couldn't help but think of that incredible orgasm from earlier. On an impulse, I decided to see how far I could push this. I concentrated exclusively on the feeling of that earlier release. Almost instantly, incredible waves of ecstasy wracked my body as my balls drew up, my hips thrust forward, and my throbbing cock, without being touched at all, sprayed an even bigger load than before, all over the mirror and the floor.

A bit calmer with that extra release, I stayed up all night experimenting, and continued to do so in secret from that point onward. By the time my seventeenth birthday rolled around, I still hadn't discovered the explanation for any of this, but I'd discovered a lot more of what I could do, and gotten significantly better at it. With just a thought, I could control any part of my body. I could not only change my overall form, but individual aspects as well. I could even control my body's feelings and functions. I could make any part of my body feel any sensation it had felt before, I could cum spontaneously or keep myself on the verge for days.

On a more practical level, I could heal myself of any injury (as long as I was still alive to do so). I could keep myself from feeling any type of pain. I could make my body into things most furs could only imagine. With this sort of power, I realized I could be some kind of superhero! I could fight injustice, stand up for the little guy, punish evildoers.

Or I could use it to live out my every sexual fantasy, and help my friends with theirs. Technically, the two weren't necessarily mutually exclusive. That being said, though, realistically, given the time constraints of still being a student, and the difficulty (and necessity) of keeping this all a secret, there was really only room in my life for one of those options. I knew it was going to be a difficult choice, and was prepared to think long and hard about it.

In the end, though...I am a young, undersexed fox in the prime of my life, body coursing with teenage hormones (and hell, even typing the words "long and hard" got me a tiny bit aroused). Which one do you think I chose?