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The Fox of a Thousand Faces - Part 2

Big Fox on Campus

Copyright 2008, Zelphair/YaminoFoxie

Did all of you crazy furs out there miss me since my last update? I know, it's tough to wait, especially when I have yet to get to the good stuff, but good things to come to those who wait, right? And I promise you, the best is yet to come.

Anyway, at about the time I resolved my clothing dilemma, I had a pretty good idea of who I could and couldn't trust with my big secret. Coincidentally, most of those happened to be furs I felt should...reap the benefits of my abilities. It was a longer list than was probably wise for secrecy purposes, but there was no question as to who belonged at the top of that list. Years of loyalty and care had given my best friend Aaron highest priority.

Now, there are a few things you need to know about Aaron. First of all, he was the first gay fur I met, and still is one of the only ones I know, so while we do have plenty of other things in common as well, our shared orientation probably helped to cement our friendship much more quickly than might have otherwise been the case. That kind of leads to the second thing you need to know: we did try dating each other for a while, but decided that we were better off as friends. We do still fool around quite a bit, as we've always generally been one of the only choices available for each other. That said, though, there are some compatibility issues in the bedroom.

You see, the problem is that Aaron and I both tend to fall on the more submissive end of the spectrum. The only reason things have worked out to the extent that they have so far is that he's even exponentially more submissive than I am, so somehow I always ended up mounting him, and never the other way around. This means that yes, my tailhole remained virgin up until...well, that's a story for another day. The point is that Aaron's so submissive he makes the stereotypical fox look like a dominatrix. He'd never really mentioned what or who his ultimate fantasy involved, though, so the only way to find out was to simply ask him.

With that in mind, I tried to find an opening in the conversation to get my information the next time I was at his house. We'd been bored and haphazardly searching the internet, which had, of course, devolved into looking at porn. I'd been teasing him a little with gropes and kisses, but remaining seemingly oblivious to his wanting to go further than that. It would have normally been quite difficult to resist the subtle whining of the cute little gray mouse, but as I've said before, being able to turn your libido on or off like a light switch has its advantages. After about an hour of this, I figured he was probably horny enough for me to broach the subject and get an honest response.

"Hey, Aaron," I said rather nonchalantly as I scratched behind his ears, "If someone offered to make any one sexual fantasy of yours come true, what would you ask them for?"

"Hmm?" he replied hazily, obviously enjoying my attentions enough that it took his mind a moment to recognize more than the simple fact that I'd asked a question. I'd asked him questions along this line before, but under normal circumstances, he would have either shyly refused to answer, or changed the subject by seducing me, depending on his mood. Now, though, his jeans had been tented for the better part of the last hour, and it was quite obvious what part of his mind was in control. "I don't think it really matters unless they could turn someone gay."

"Come on, just humor me for a minute," I remarked with a grin as my paw wandered down to rub the bulge in his crotch once again.

"Well, see..." he fumbled for a moment, torn between being uncomfortable with the subject and being too aroused to care. "I've always had a huge on..." He paused for a few moments, still afraid to speak the name. "...Jeff Davidson."

"I can see where that would be a problem," I replied, my tone at once sympathetic and obviously knowing more than I was letting on. It was certainly a conundrum. Jeff was arguably the school's premier jock, a six foot five chestnut horse with even more muscles than was common for his species. He had some important position on the football team, though I couldn't tell you exactly what it was, my interest in sports rarely going past the guys who played them. His popularity and his physique made him a favorite with the ladies, and unfortunately, he was kind of a jerk about it. He'd also made it quite clear on several occasions that he'd rather die than touch a guy sexually.

"No kidding," he quipped with a sigh, the bulge under my paw deflating a bit at the reminder that his fantasy was out of reach.

"Maybe that's for the best, though," I said as I patted his head gently. "I mean, even if he were gay and not a total jerk, even the smaller horses aren't exactly small where it counts. He'd rip you in half!"

"Well, that's not really a big issue," he remarked with a blush, scooting closer to the bed as he talked. "See, I've been...um...practicing. I started out average size, and eventually worked my way up to this." A rampant blush showing clearly through his facial fur, he reached under the bed and pulled out what had to be biggest dildo I had ever seen, maybe two feet long, and at least as thick as my wrist. "I've been using it every night for a while now."

"That would explain why you seem to be so much looser lately," I joked, my smile not actually directed at my words, but rather at how well things were falling into place.

"Fuck you, dude," he shot back at me, his tone of voice not so much angry as embarrassed. "It's just a stupid fantasy, and I'm sure you have yours, too."

"Yeah, well...what if I could help you out with this fantasy of yours?" I asked with a grin.

"How's that?" he scoffed, "You gonna convert Jeff or something?"

"Not exactly," I replied carefully, "Can you keep a secret?"

"Sure," he said quickly, obviously intrigued. "What, is the whole macho jock pussy magnet thing just a cover or something?"

"Nah, as far as I know, Jeff's as straight as they come," I assured him, "but I recently discovered something really special I can do. Look." Quickly, I shifted through a few different forms, most of them taken from the porn we'd browsed earlier. When I changed back to my original form, I held my breath, incredibly nervous about his reaction.

"Woah..." Aaron just stared for a few moments, not saying anything, until he noticed me holding my breath. "That's...really awesome, man. How does it work?"

"I honestly don't know for sure," I admitted, "I just started being able to do it one night. It's not necessarily just shape-shifting. I can basically control anything having to do with my own body, which has plenty of benefits."

"Well, don't worry, I won't tell anyone," he assured me, then paused. "So when you say you can help me with my fantasy, you mean...you can be Jeff for me?"

"That's right," I agreed with a sly smile. There was no need to ask if it was something he wanted. Even sitting down and through his jeans, it was obvious the mouse was rock hard, practically in heat at the idea.

"Well, if we're gonna do it, I wanna do it right," he said after a moment's thought. "See if you can spend the night tomorrow. My parents will be gone then, and besides, I want some time to set things up."

"Sure, hun, anything you want," I assured him, standing up and making my way to the phone to make the necessary arrangements. As I suspected, my parents were accommodating. They trusted Aaron, and if they knew about our occasional fun, they were tactful enough to never bring it up. As it happened, my little brother wanted to have a friend over that night, so my parents were happy to have me somewhere else.

I had to go not too long after that, and I suppose I could have helped Aaron out a bit with his obvious arousal before I left, but I found it more fun to simply leave him like that for now. He could paw off if he wanted to, of course, but somehow I had a feeling he'd just save it all up for the big event tomorrow. With the instructions to knock on his bedroom door at eight tomorrow night, looking like Jeff and wearing something appropriate, I went home and hit the hay for the night.

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The next day was a Friday, so while it was fine that I was spending the night, we also had the whole school day to get through first. I'll admit I was distracted plenty of times, thinking about plans for later that night. If it was so difficult for me, with my ability to keep myself from getting aroused, to concentrate, I could only imagine the state poor Aaron must have been in all day.

Still, somehow we made it through the school day, and when the final bell rung, nervously parted ways, promising we'd see each other at eight. By the time the magic hour rolled around, I was glad to leave, since my brother's friend had showed up shortly after school. When the two of them were together, I swear they had more energy than a room full of toddlers on speed, and that had a tendency to leave me with a headache (although now I could at least make sure it was only a metaphorical ache). They did look kind of hot tussling around playfully, though given what I knew about both of them, I knew it never even crossed their minds that it could be anything but innocent. I had to wonder if there was something I could do about that, but it would have to wait for another day.

At a few minutes before eight, I let myself into Aaron's house with the key under the mat, making sure to lock the door behind me. I could have simply knocked, of course, but with his parents gone, that would have left only Aaron himself to open the door, which would've probably ruined the moment. I noticed as I approached his door at the end of the hallway that it was closed. Taking that as a good sign that he was ready and waiting, I decided it was time to go ahead with the shift.

Standing in the hall, I braced myself as I concentrated on the big jock I'd seen so many times before. I moaned softly at the feeling of pure power as nearly every muscle in my body rippled and expanded. I hadn't altered my clothes at all yet, so my expanding chest quickly tore through the flimsy t-shirt I'd been wearing. Similarly, my huge, powerful thighs were soon ripping seams in my shorts. As my muscles continued to fill out, and my fur became coarser and a rich chestnut in color, my clothes quickly became little more than rags hanging off my massive frame. It was definitely a good thing I took the precaution to come barefoot, I figured, since I wasn't sure what exchanging footpaws for hooves would have done to my sneakers.

I smiled, which felt a little odd at first, what with the different shape of my muzzle and teeth, but I was getting used to it. I couldn't resist reaching into my tattered shorts and groping my new equipment a bit. My sac felt nearly as big as I'd made it when solving my clothing dilemma, and my sheath alone was nearly as large as my erect cock had been before. Just thinking of the member inside, I had a very difficult time restraining my urge to see it hard. I consoled myself that it would be much more fun if Aaron was the one to get it that way.

The ripped remains of my former outfit wouldn't work at all for this scenario, but thankfully, I was wearing my special set of clothes. It took only a little concentration to turn the desecrated t-shirt into a mesh jersey in our school colors of red and white, taking care that the normally loose material fit my sculpted chest rather snugly. What was left of my shorts and boxers became tight football pants and a jock strap, respectively. Unlike what the players wore on the field, however, I wore no cup, which just left that much less to the imagination.

Raising my paw, I knocked loudly on the door. A soft call of "Come in," greeted me, and as I opened the door, I was honestly surprised by what I saw. I had known this was a big fantasy of Aaron's, of course. What I hadn't known was how far he was willing to take this.

I couldn't help staring a bit as I saw my best friend lounging seductively on his bed, in a female cheerleader's uniform. It must have been modified a bit, because the top was cut high enough to show plenty of his tight, flat stomach, and the skirt was short enough that I was surprised I couldn't see his underwear. It was shocking and strange, but the slight swelling of my sheath confirmed that it definitely turned me on.

His gaze traveled up the length of my heavily muscled form, lingering for quite a while on my crotch before his eyes met mine. Already, they were clouded a bit with lust. Never breaking eye contact, he stood and bent over the bed, his head looking back at me. As his tail obligingly moved off to the side, out of the way, he said two words that told me all I needed to know: "Use me."

Normally, for whatever reason, I'd never taken to the dominant role with much gusto, but this was different. With my new size and stature, it was almost impossible not to be filled with a sense of power. Just as importantly, I could practically feel the rampant desire pouring forth from my mouse friend. Between the two, it was easy to fall into an attitude of dominance. I was the pinnacle of sexuality, and I was ready and eager to sate myself with this little toy.

Walking up behind him, I slowly lifted his skirt, revealing lacey pink panties covering the rump I knew so well. It may have been familiar territory, but this time, it fascinated me, as my paws rubbed and squeezed for several minutes. I could hear Aaron whimpering quietly, and judging from the way the fabric was stretched, he was obviously quite aroused, his erection straining the sheer fabric. With a grin, I eventually pulled down the offending garment, earning a sigh of relief from the mouse beneath me, even as he eagerly thrust his rump back toward me.

There was one thing I had always been curious to try, but hadn't worked up the courage to do until just then. Kneeling behind my friend, I spread his butt wide with my paws and thrust my muzzle forward, my tongue darting out and licking along the exposed pink pucker. This drew first a yelp, then a low moan from the mouse, and soon he was pushing back against my tongue. I'm not sure what I was expecting it to taste like, but it wasn't bad at all, and, spurred on by my companion's noises, I decided I definitely wanted more.

My broad tongue continued to lick over his now-slick tailhole, as the grey form underneath me bucked slightly. When I began to actually penetrate him with my tongue, he just lost it, moaning unintelligibly as he humped back on to my tongue. As I roughly tongue-fucked him, my shaft was swiftly emerging from my sheath. The pants and jock were becoming increasingly uncomfortable, and rather than fool with the lacings, I merely ripped them out, and groaned in pleasure as my length actually tore through the elastic of the jock. I couldn't resist stroking it as it reached its full length, the sheer sexual power of having twenty-two inches of cock driving me into a frenzy of lust.

Standing (and not bothering to remove my clothes any further), I placed the tip at his entrance, releasing a substantial amount of pre to add to the saliva shining on his tight little hole. Showing even more enthusiasm than I'd anticipated, Aaron actually started to slowly press back, taking the tip into himself with no movement on my part. He gasped in mingled pain and pleasure, and I had to join him in gasping, because while he may have been loose by some standards, the mouse was incredibly tight to my new endowment. Suddenly, I was quite thankful for his continued "practice". At that point, I don't think I could have been gentle if I tried, and if he experienced some pain at first, at least he'd ensured that nothing I did would actually hurt him.

With that in the back of my otherwise lust-filled mind, I plunged the rest of my cock into my friend with one smooth motion, meeting satisfyingly little resistance. As I hilted myself in him, pleasure and satisfaction must have outweighed any pain he was feeling, because all I heard from him was the most absolutely contented sigh that had ever passed his lips. Turned on far past the point of caution now, I pulled my massive organ almost all the way out, only to thrust it roughly back in.

The friction and the tightness left me in heaven as Aaron rhythmically clenched his tailring with every inward thrust. He bucked and moaned under me like a bronco in heat, and somewhere along the way, I think I lost track of time. I simply pounded in and out of his tender ass mercilessly for what must have been at least an hour, before I felt his clenching become more erratic and his moaning louder. The moan became a continual, high-pitched whine, and his tailring spasmed violently as he blew his load onto the sheets and his cheerleader top.

That final bit of clenching was the last straw for me, too, as I thrust back into him one more time, so much seed gushing forth that the mouse put a paw to his stomach in disbelief as it bulged slightly. As I slowly and carefully pulled out of him, fully this time, Aaron slowly turned around, looking at me with his eyes full of adoration. Without warning, he sprang up and hugged me tight, and I returned the gesture.

"That...was fucking amazing!" he panted as he leaned against me.

"I do aim to please," I said with a chuckle. After a moment of silence, I noticed his eyes had come to rest on my still-hard cock, which reached almost up to his chin. What is it?"

"Well..." he stumbled, blushing as he hugged my massive phallus to his chest, "since you can control what your body does...could you maybe...I mean...can I have more cum?" He was blushing quite darkly under his fur now, but that didn't stop his muzzle from sliding over the slick tip of my cock.

I murred softly in appreciation, and obliged him by simply concentrating on the feeling of orgasm. I couldn't help but moan as a wave of pleasure washed over me again, my hips bucking slightly as I shot rope after rope of creamy seed into his muzzle, until he could swallow no more. Quite a bit leaked out of the sides of his muzzle, and as he let it drip down, I noticed most of it landing on his cock, which was quite hard again.

With a murmur of thanks, his paw coated his shaft in the seed he'd been unable to swallow. Growling softly, he stroked himself rapidly. My still-warm jism must have made a very arousing lubricant for him, because after a couple of minutes, he was panting rapidly. His free arm wrapped around my torso, pulling himself to me tightly as he groaned loudly and released a second, somewhat smaller load onto my thighs.

"You even taste different," he said with a big grin, leaning against me and idly playing with my huge pecs.

I couldn't help but smile back at him as I let him continue to play with my body. This was definitely a form I'd have to use more often.