{"sf1_id":635227,"sf2_id":"lmXKZL6e","title":"Make Love the WereFox Way","author":"KevinFoxboy","words":5418,"posted_at":"2013-12-21T07:19:00.000Z","tags":["Cuddling","Fantasy","Female","Fox","Foxboy","Kissing","Male","Spooning","Standards","Werefox","Werewolf","Wolf","kevin","were"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/635227-make-love-the-werefox-way","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/lmXKZL6e","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/33/5d/335d701b-190c-400d-84b8-a3175fb09dd1","description":"#6 of FurryShots\n\nUhm, so ok this's a bit of a mishmash. The Were virus confuses people until their immune systems give up. As usual for Ol' Foxie here, some innuendo, no graphic sex.","content":" Make Love the WereFox Way - 2012-1031.1213  \n(C)2012 Kevin Foxboy, All Rights Reserved  \n  \nAdult situations, nudity, a bit of fun violence, more nudity. Reader  \ndiscretion advised. Oh, some naughty language may be involved.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nKevin woke up groggily and stretched in the big bed. He was lying  \non his right side with Alice in front of him and Leeza in back. He rather  \nenjoyed being a sandwich, especially because he'd just met these sexy young  \nwomen, and he was already accepted into the skulk.  \n  \nEdgar and George lay on the ends of the group. They were all curled  \nup in fox form, except for Alice who'd gone human. Kevin's left arm was draped  \nover her shoulder with his paw stroking her breast. He remembered stroking her  \nfur earlier that morning.  \n  \nThey were all cuddled together nude under the big blanket. They'd gone  \nto bed together as foxes, just to sleep. Despite being spooned groin to rump  \nthere wasn't anything naughty about it, they were just friendly. I promise.  \n  \nBeing the creamy center had its disadvantages when Kevin had to get  \nup. He didn't want to disturb Alice or Leeza, but he had needs to attend to.  \nHe nudged Alice with his muzzle and she moved just enough for him to extract  \nhis right arm.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Kev managed to escape his bedmates and padded furrily off to the  \nbathroom. One of the things he was still getting used to was walking on all  \nfours, and the different body shape. He was still experimenting with his fox  \nform's sexy skinny snout and the big bushy tail.  \n  \nHis left shoulder was still a little sore where he'd been bitten two  \nweeks ago. His metabolism was still changing, his immune system rapidly losing  \nthe fight against the virus which triggered the furry change.  \n  \nKevin had never been concerned about his nudity, despite not having  \na model body. In fact his vulpinity was improving him, and he got a quiet  \ngiggle over padding around the estate in the fur. It was still a surprise  \nthat his new skulkmates went around nude as humans too.  \n  \nOf course everyone knew what each other looked like and they were  \nquite casual about it. Clothing was for warmth or protection against the  \nhedge thorns. The Werefoxes didn't care for human fashion or prudery. The  \ncubs grew up in the flesh until puberty.  \n  \nOne of the adaptations for the four-legged stance was the vulpine  \nrestrooms with the low porcelain and the paw support for the guys to raise  \na hind leg. Kevin still thought it was naughty to pee that way. He still  \ncame back in the house instead of just watering the trees.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Even before he'd been bitten Kevin had become interested in anthro-  \nmorphics, that is animals with language skills who walked upright. He joined  \nan online group to explore the lifestyle, and had been a bit surprised when  \nhe agreed to meet that Halloween.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nThe skulk had gotten together and decided to go as foxes. As a con-  \ncession to the standard humans invited they had shorts on, and the vixens  \nadded tops. They stayed in hybrid form as upright humans in fur costumes,  \nrather than spook the vanillas.  \n  \nIt rather gave the anthros a giggle, since they could all scent each  \nother. The standards got a creepy feeling they were missing something, but  \nthe families just said it was cause of Halloween. After all, everyone was  \nin costume.  \n  \nThere was a little tension since another skulk was there, but they  \ndidn't fight over territory. The hosts were quite adamant about staying civil,  \nand since they weren't animals standing up, but people with fur and tails,  \nthe unused factory was neutral ground.  \n  \nBesides, two packs of Werewolves attended and they intervened. Roger  \nwas a lawyer's research assistant and he threw his larger size and weight  \naround. Werefoxes are smaller on average. And the standards thought it was  \njust the party.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Wolves limit their social contacts, almost exclusively to the pack.  \nThey always seem a bit wary with others, as if they're about to growl at  \nstrangers to defend their food and territory. The two packs stayed mostly  \non different ends of the factory, intermingling only at one or another bar.  \n  \nFoxes intermingle a lot more. They're generally friendlier, and Kev  \nwas intermingling with several furry vixens, because he thought they were just  \nin costume. He was quite interested in their bushy tails, and it wasn't just  \nthe fur.  \n  \nAlice and Leeza giggled. The standards didn't seem to twig the truth  \nthat there were real furry people, wandering around in society, and that one  \nof the tellers at Kev's local bank was a Were. She was in a different skulk,  \nbut the Main Line group kept in contact.  \n  \nThey talked awhile and learned Kevin had some skills in keeping  \ncomputers working smoothly. He was the kind of guy you'd take a slow machine  \nto and he'd clean out the junk. Even without a virus, Windows machines slow  \ndown and crash, because they try to keep multiple copies of file use history  \nin several places, that the machine has to read through every time it tries  \nto start up.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Leez suggested Kev talk to Stefan. Kev sure talked a lot, and foxes  \nare fairly voluble in general. Kev was obviously interested in them, but  \nsocially inexperienced, and tended to fall back on what he knew.  \n  \nStefan was an older fox. He'd been around long enough to see fashions  \nreturn, and he tried to convince the younger foxes the supposedly new music  \nstyle was just a jazzed up redux of last century's oldies.  \n  \nStefan thought Kev needed some help, because the young man sure seemed  \nunsure of himself. He was quite annoying in his insistence about the few bits  \nof knowledge he'd acquired, and Stefan saw some potential.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nIf Stefan could just smooth off the rough edges. Kev seemed almost  \nproud of his lack of experience with people, and that was very annoying,  \nsince people had to deal with Kev.  \n  \nAnd Stefan was minority owner of the firm that had run this very  \nfactory. He knew very well what happened when the board of directors got  \nbored and lost inspiration. The problem with 'business as usual' is that  \npeople change, they don't want just another of what they have, they want  \nNew.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Ignoring the fact they have to pay all over again for basically  \nwhat they already have. Kev was one of those people who wasn't averse to  \ntechnology, in fact he got a kick out of figuring out how machines worked.  \nHe did, however, prefur to own an old car that ran ok and got him to the  \ngrocery and back, rather than a muscle car that looked really cool but  \nneeded constant attention to stay running.  \n  \nKevin was rather deferential toward Leeza, probably because the young  \nvixen was the one who bit him, and they all tended to do whatever George  \nwanted, because both his parents were Weres. Bloodlines mattered.  \n  \nAlice was... a bit of a mystery. She tended to deflect questions about  \nher background, politely of course, but still... she wouldn't even tell George,  \nwho was nominally the skulk's leader. Or if she said anything, he kept it to  \nhimself.  \n  \nEd was the friendly furr, in either form. He was bisexual, and tended  \nto prefur whoever he was with at the time. Not actually promiscuous, but he  \nwas the one who knew members of the other skulk. Not just by reputation,  \neither.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Vanillas tended to react with fear to Weres, and when Weres tried to  \nfit in, the vanillas tended to lash out. Think angry mob with pitchforks, that  \nkinda mentality.  \n  \nSo Kev was uneasy, as he was anytime in public, but especially because  \nhe wasn't sure they would accept him. The other Weres scented him, and knew he  \nwas new to the Were lifestyle. The vanillas only accepted the bipedal fox when  \nthey thought it was a great costume.  \n  \nWhich is probably why Kev kept close to Leeza, his maker. She knew how  \nnew Weres felt, having been one herself, but she didn't want Kev hovering over  \nher. She knew he was uneasy, and she didn't just order him to go away. She  \nsuggested he might like to see the control booth, and at least he didn't  \nflatten his ears and sneak away dejectedly.  \n  \nAs a matter of fact, when Kevin saw the corner stairway, he brightened  \nconsiderably. He was accosted by a rather beefy Werewolf, who intimidated the  \nsmaller fox, despite the fact the wolf was just in the fur. The vanillas  \nthought it was a costume, and besides, the thick dark fur hid his wolf junk.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; However, any Were has better vision than humans, and Kev saw the  \ncurves. Alexander was impressive for a wolf, so Kev felt intimidated since  \nhe wasn't that big for a fox. I'm talking guy parts, not just height.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nAl was there to prevent anyone interfering with the party entertain-  \nment. But Kevin had been looking around, and not just at the various vixens'  \ncurves. He knew his paws itched to caress them, and he didn't want to create  \nan embarrassing scene, so he reluctantly sheathed it and looked at the lighting  \nequipment instead.  \n  \nNow speaking of the fur, when two canids meet, they have this rather  \natavistic habit of, er, sniffing each other. As the bigger furr, it was up  \nto Al to signal his acceptance of the ritual, and Kevin's role was to go down  \non one knee to show respect.  \n  \nThe actual ritual was one of dominance and submission. In the old days  \nit would be much rougher, more like their animal ancestors. You know that  \nwolves fight with teeth and claws, to knock the other down on his back and  \nbite the throat.  \n  \nWith animals, it's literally submit or die. The defeated wolf either  \nwhimpers, or he's killed and the challenge ends. If the winner chooses to  \naccept the loser's submission, there's a chance they'll have to repeat the  \nfight later.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; With Weres, they're people, so the fight has become ritual. Especially  \nfor the fox, both knew he was no match for the wolf, so they didn't need to  \ntest. Kev knew he was weaker, and knelt to Al with his snout down. Al found  \nhis bushy lupine tail and swished it around him.  \n  \nAl presented his brush to Kevin. The submissive furr sniffed and raised  \nhis own tail over his back. Now without the shorts this would have been a bit  \nlewd, and made Kevin vulnerable. That was the whole point of admitting he was  \nweaker. And foxes are generally submissive anyway.  \n  \nAl saw the fox swaying gently and raising tail. It was an act of  \nsubmission, and he grinned wider. Another male, on his knees, tail up ...  \nHe shook his head to clear it and recovered his own brush, walked around the  \nmotionless fox and gripped his tail, accepting the offer. Al sniffed, and  \nrather liked the gentler musk of the fox.  \n  \nKev tried to sound casual, but the fox wasn't able to keep the squeak  \nout of his voice. Al liked the smaller fox being scared of him and let the  \nWere talk about the unused spotlight. Kevin had run a spotlight at his high  \nschool parties, and asked to try this one.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Now I don't know what the pro spotlight union says about walkons, but  \nAl was willing to call up on his headset and ask the tech director for a few  \nminutes' talk. Antonia was a sexy slinky woman, and she briefly changed shape  \nto reveal she was a cat Were.  \n  \nKevin was intrigued by the short snout and whiskers. His own sexy  \npointy snout quivered, and Al's wider one broke into a grin. The silly fox  \nsure lived up to his species' reputation. Antonia kept her cat face on as  \nshe spoke to Kevin.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nWell, the spare spotlight worked, but they were short of operators,  \nand Antonia was willing to take a chance. Maybe she was intrigued by the  \nsocially shy fox becoming confident in his limited task. She walked back  \nup to the booth and accidentally brushed Kev's leg. Al noticed, and he  \ntended to think about Antonia's tail a bit.  \n  \nAnyway, Kev and Antonia talked a bit, and she let him up the ladder  \nto the spot tower. The light was supposed to track the audience, and bounce  \naround playfully, but its power meant it couldn't just be turned on and off  \nlike a reading lamp at home.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; No, it had to be started low and idled, warmed up more like a car  \nin winter. In lighting terms, it had a transformer with several settings,  \nstarting with low voltage and working up. Kev knew enough about followspots  \nto recognize the process.  \n  \nIt pleased Anto that the untried fox seemed now so sure of himself.  \nHe took the time between stepups to test the spot's iris, shutter, and focus  \ncontrols. That particular spot was a bit of a beast, it needed maintenance,  \nand it was a bit cruel to start Kev on it. Trial by fire, kinda.  \n  \nThe Halloween party continued. The factory floor was covered by about  \na hundred people in various costumes. The vanillas danced with witches and  \ngoblins, seeming unaware of the Wiccans and other pagans celebrating Samhain  \nrather that the Christian usurpation of the holiday.  \n  \nAnd none of them knew that the furry people they were gyrating around  \nwere in fact not in costume but their own furry Were bodies.  \n  \nThe party included several local music bands, none professional. When  \nKevin Werefox finally got Ol' Bess up and running, the 60' throw was easily  \neaten up by the darkened factory. He played it over the near crowd, where it  \nwas still bright enough to reflect off the shiny costumes.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Kevin made sure to swing Bess up to the stage, to draw the crowd's  \nattention to the next act. He had scented the Werewolf quartet as well as  \nthe yummy Vixen backup singer. None of the vanillas knew they were all in  \ntheir real fur and snouts.  \n  \nThis band had chosen a few 'blast from the past' songs, and as soon  \nas the fireworks started onstage, Kevin heard the intro drumming and knew the  \nsong. It was a cover of an instantly forgettable glamour rock headbanger from  \nan old TV sci-fi show about a time traveler who changes history for the better.  \n  \nHe'd go stop lynchings or murders, or figure out where a kidnap victim  \nwas. The episode this song was from was about preventing the lead singer from  \nbeing murdered. He'd always pop into someone's life, muck it up a treat, and  \nthen have to recover the person's reputation while stopping a crime.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nThe lead headbanger strutted up to the microphone, working his axe  \nlike he didn't care about his fingers on the tight wires. His voice was  \nalready hoarse.  \n  \n\"She stood six foot four, barely fit through the door,  \nHer hair was the color of fi-yer\",  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He was drowned out briefly by the drummer and lead guitarist, who  \nseemed to be competing with each other and an imaginary jet engine.  \n  \n\"Come on baby take me high-yer.\"  \n  \nAll four musicians joined in together, so Kev figured this was the  \nchorus.  \n  \n\"Rock the Redhead, all night,  \nRock the Redhead, all right...\"  \n  \nThere was more, but the sudden explosions and flames hurt the eyes  \nand ears of the assembled Were-folk. Sometimes having more sensitive hearing  \nand vision than humans is a real problem.  \n  \nAnd that seemed to be the end of the lyrics. Of course, the TV show  \nwasn't a concert, and the writers just made up a few lines to show the group  \nall made up. Kev figured the ep was just a take-off on the American group  \nKISS, from the 1980's or so.  \n  \nAnyway, Bess the spotlight was indeed old, and although Kevin had been  \ncorrectly careful about warming her up, she hadn't been used and the dust had  \ngathered all over the mirrors and lenses. And especially the quartz-halogen  \nhumongo-bulb.  \n  \nKev had erroneously assumed that if the factory owners had repurposed  \nthe place as a nightclub, they'd naturally keep all their equipment carefully  \nmaintained. He would, so he thought everyone would. You know what 'assume'  \nmeans...  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Light bulbs get hot when they're used. They don't call it 'burning'  \nfor fun. Home incandescents only use a fifth of the energy (watts) they use  \nup to make light. All the rest goes into heat, and is wasted.  \n  \nNow, theatrical bulbs tend to make more light, but they still get way  \nhot. A typical EGE 500 watt bulb lasts about 2000 hours, and DTA 1500 watt  \nfollowspot bulbs only 50. When the dust in Ol' Bess gave out, she exploded  \nin a shower of sparks that made a really cool encore for the Were band's  \nstage theatrics.  \n  \nHowever, standing with his left cheek on the housing in order to  \nsight his aim, Ol' Kevvy was not entertained. When Bess blew out her left,  \nit was away from Kev's eyes. The explosion itself didn't hurt the Were.  \n  \nIt was his reaction that hurt him. Instinct is great for escaping  \npredators, but thirty feet up a ladder isn't a good place to try to jump away  \nfrom things. Luckily for Kevin's body he was on a platform, and the chain-link  \nfence was four feet high like a protective cage.  \n  \nAll Kev did was bounce off the chain-link and collapse in a heap. But  \nhis confidence evaporated, and when he felt the ladder vibrate from somefur  \nclimbing up, he got so scared he was in trouble for damaging the followspot  \nhe cringed and stuffed his furry butt through a hole in the fence where a  \nclamp had broken.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He didn't even seem to feel the pain as the rusty steel scraped over  \nhis rump and left some nasty cuts. He was too scared, and surprised, and deaf  \nand blind from the explosion. And he didn't notice he was hanging off the  \nplatform, thirty feet in the air over a hard concrete factory floor. With  \njust a few broken clamps for pawholds.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nWeel, here's the cliffhanger for the next commercial. Sorry people, Kev  \ndidn't fall to his squishy-pile death. I know readers have a gory side. But  \nthe platform was big enough for Al the hunky WereWolf to climb up and fire-  \nman's carry ol' foxie down to the green room.  \n  \nKevin wasn't actually damaged, and Al felt him up rather a treat to check.  \nNo broken bones, no internal injuries. The club director shoo'd the big lupine  \nand wanted to check Kevin out herself. Just to avoid legal liability, mind.  \n  \nAntonia led Kevin up the back stairs to her small apartment. The fox was  \nstill in shock from his brush with death and she wanted to reassure the male,  \ngive him something else to think about.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; When she'd flashed her considerable cleavage he'd seemed to perk up, and  \nnot just his attitude. Why men were so interested in a femfur's body she  \ndidn't know, especially since her thick feline fur covered her nipples.  \n  \nMaybe men kept expecting a fur malfunction so they could see. But only  \ncubs suckled, so what was the interest? Oh, Anto liked being sucked, or  \na lover's paws kneading her rounded flesh. Hell, she touched herself there  \noccasionally herself, just cause it felt good.  \n  \nKevin was a male, and she could tell even though he wore shorts. Of course  \nshe could also scent, and he seemed to lack self-confidence. Not a male she'd  \nchoose to spend her life with.  \n  \nAlthough, him being a fox had advantages. The body changes the Were virus  \nforced on their bodies changed their reproductive systems, and although she'd  \nhave to be careful with other felines, the fox was canid. Granted a vulpine  \nwasn't a canine, like a Wolf or Dog. And that was the point.  \n  \nAntonia was a healthy female WereCat, and Kevin a healthy male WereFox. She  \ncould indulge her ancient and modern desires with him, and not have to worry  \nabout having kittens.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She didn't want to take time to care for kittens, as her sense of respon-  \nsibility would make her do. She wasn't the kind of kitty who had kittens  \nindiscriminately, as \\*certain vixens\\* had pups.  \n  \nKevin had recovered his hearing and vision. He was still a little fuzzy in  \nthe mind, but he recognized a a sexy feline when he saw one. He wasn't one  \nof those people with species prejudices.  \n  \nAs they reached her apartment, of course she needed both paws to unlock the  \ndoor so she propped Kevin up against a convenient wall. Kevin rather enjoyed  \nbeing propped, because she was warm and furry against him.  \n  \nHe also liked his new furry body. All this time he'd stayed Fox, and it  \nwasn't just to avoid the vanillas finding out he wasn't in a Halloween cos-  \ntume. He was aware the fur had helped protect him, and he had the singed  \nsmell to prove it.  \n  \nAs they entered, he sorta stumbled against Anto, and the Were was strong  \nenough to take the weight. But she figured he was making his move, and she  \nchose to go along with it. The couch was strategically placed across the  \nnarrow hall from the door, and she managed to turn the Fox so she landed  \non top.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Now, if you've ever fallen over on a male wearing just the fur and shorts,  \nyou know there's a lot of fur contact and a chance for some osculatory action.  \nThis wasn't Antonia's first couch wrestle, and she'd reached around Kev to  \nadjust his brush, so he wouldn't bend it painfully when she landed on him.  \n  \nDespite the difference in muzzle length Kevin seemed willing enough to let  \nthe rough kitty tongue slip around his lips. Antonia was the aggressor, so  \nKevin knew he had her consent.  \n  \nHe hugged the woman, and nothing hurt. She didn't pull back, and in fact  \nslipped her paws around her new couchmate. Kevin wasn't thinking so clearly,  \nand it wasn't just the shock of the projector blowing up.  \n  \nThere was some necking and gooey kissing, but you don't wanna read about  \nthat, do you? Wink.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nFor those who do, males and females can do stuff lying together on a couch,  \nother than going for the gold immediately. Kevin had been rather kinky and  \nsubmissive even before going Fox, and it was part of his charm that had  \nattracted Leeza.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Now, before you get all upset that I'm not portraying Weres as Hollywood  \nhorror-movie cliche villains, ask yourself how many you've actually met.  \nThey're not the snarling-animal, I'm-gonna-rip-you-up-and-eat-you! horrors  \nyou've seen in movies.  \n  \nAnd the red-glowing-eye thing? Total bull waste. Take an analog flash photo  \nof your friends, you'll see red eyes, because the flash is so bright it  \nreflects off the retinas in their eyes. That's all it is, blown \\*way\\* out  \nof proportion.  \n  \nNow I'll admit that George has a rough side, and a few members of other  \nskulks cultivate the uncontrolled-animal-rage thing just to keep you vanillas  \naway from your pitchforks. And when a Were gets horny, watch out! Stay out of  \nhis way if you want your throat!  \n  \nOr her way, cause lady Weres often want some action too. Which brings me  \nback to Antonia Werecat and Kev Werefox. Neat segue, huh?  \n  \nKevin had followed Antonia upstairs to her flat, so he'd enjoyed seeing her  \nskinny kitty tail waving, and the curves of her rump, thighs, and hips under  \nthe skirt. Anto was dressed quite modestly for a Were, and even for a vanilla  \nhuman.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Antonia was interested in seeing Kevin's curves under his shorts, and it was  \nto avoid any legal liability issues. She knew Ol' Bess hadn't been used of  \ncourse, but she too thought it'd been dusted out if not cleaned.  \n  \nNow that Bess had exploded, it made a cool display, but she'd have to spend  \nmoney to replace the old girl. And Antonia wanted to check out Kevin's rump,  \nbecause he'd scraped it and she didn't want him to get infected.  \n  \nWell, of course he \\*was\\* already infected, by the Were virus. As Antonia  \nremoved Kevin's t-shirt, to check his fur for injuries, she noted the patch  \non his left shoulder where he'd been bitten. She was a little concerned the  \nfur hadn't already regrown, but perhaps Kev's immune system was still  \nstruggling.  \n  \nAntonia was also concerned with Kevin's skinny fox body and muscular chest.  \nAs I said his vulpinity was improving him, and his new skulkmates insisted  \nhe work out, to sculpt his new fur body.  \n  \nIn order for Weres to get larger and beefier in Were form, they have to work  \nout and eat more. Mostly meat, because they go Carnivore as Weres. But the body  \nuses up the food to make muscle, so you don't see any fat Weres.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; OK, Antonia was a warm female and wanted to check out Kev's new fur body for  \nother reasons than medical curiosity.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nWith the shorts on, she couldn't check him out, and she was determined  \nto help him forget the pain of being under her on his injured rump. Tongue  \nwrestling is useful for that, because males have two heads.  \n  \nAfter a lovely period of aerobic exercise, the two Weres came up for air,  \nand Kev was willingly amused to let her roll him over a bit. The scrapes bled  \na little and stuck to his shorts, which hurt and made the male hold his breath.  \n  \nUnder the shorts Kevin also wore men's bikini briefs. The skimpy material  \ncovered his front curves decently, but allowed the curves to show, which was  \ninteresting to the kitty. In case you didn't know, clothing tends to rub fur  \nand becomes a bit uncomfy.  \n  \nAntonia wanted the fox more comfortable, and Kev was willing to lie on his  \ntummy while she got the alcohol to clean his wounds. The fur got in the way of  \nher work, and she asked him to go human for a bit. She promised she wouldn't  \nlook at him if he was embarrassed without the fur.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Kevin hadn't yet learned to shape-shift just part of his body yet. He also  \nhad trouble shifting repeatedly, and he might have to stay in human form over-  \nnight. But he did shift, and she watched as his russet fur retreated and his  \nbones cracked and reformed.  \n  \nThe reason movies portray Weres as monsters is the change is painful at  \nfirst. Now, the Full Moon is lovely and sexy-curvy, and lonely Weres do  \nindeed howl, but it doesn't force us to go furry. We can do that any time  \nwe want.  \n  \nAntonia kept rubbing Kevin as he shifted, to distract him. He enjoyed the  \nconcern, almost as much as he enjoyed Leeza and Alice... Never mind, email  \nme if you're adult.  \n  \nNow I don't know if you've been wondering about how Weres can wear clothes.  \nI said the fur gets itchy, and the thing is, Anto was female but she was still  \nmore muscular as a WereCat. The pointy ears tend to stay even in human form,  \nshe just covers them with her head hair.  \n  \nSo next time you fondle a woman, just stroke her head and brush the hair  \nback to see if she's a Were. Oh, do men too if you like and he consents. I  \ndon't judge, cause I'd be a hypocrite.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; As Anto and Kev stroked each other they got a good look and feel. Anto  \nhad been Were for a few years, and the kitty group she went out with rather  \nflaunted their unnatural beauty and strength.  \n  \nLots of Weres get bored with vanilla human attempts at thrills and go  \nlooking for more. Not necessarily a challenge, just something further out  \nof the mundane. You know, squeezing through small fence openings, sneaking  \nin old buildings, being stealthy.  \n  \nKevin's skulk was trying to get him out of his shell, and he let Leeza  \nhis maker goad him into some unsavoury activities. You know mischeivous  \nFoxes ...  \n  \nAnyway, clothes. Well, they have to be loose or very stretchy, or they rip.  \nYeah, this time it's just like the Hollywood movies, except they have to let  \nprudes watch, so they can't show a man's pants ripping as his thighs bulge  \nand his tail thrusts out.  \n  \nOr the other bulges that get bigger. Look, as I said, the fur covers every-  \nthing, so let it grow and cover the naughties. People shouldn't be staring  \nanyway. But that's what \\*really\\* scared the humans in that King Kong movie.  \nThe ape was 132 feet tall, so his parts were ...  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Well, I don't pry. Read the Walter Wager book, an unauthorised bio of  \nSkull Island's biggest resident.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nAnyway, book references aside, Kevin was lying in human form on Antonia  \nWereCat's lap in her flat. His rump wasn't nearly as interesting in the flesh,  \nand she just rubbed him up with the medicinal alcohol. He tried to take the  \npain at first, but she had rather a mean streak, or at least a competitive one.  \n  \nTo be blunt, Anto enjoyed making the male tense up, grunt and cry out in  \npain. I think she wanted to dominate him, and he was wondering how he'd let  \nhimself get into this mess.  \n  \nAnto had seemed very concerned for his health, but it was her idea he climb  \nup Bess's tower, her idea he look along her to aim. Her lack of warning that  \ngot Kevin injured, and her idea to do him herself in the flat.  \n  \nKevin was definitely acting mischeivous as a Fox, and it had come back to  \nbite him in the rump. Or at least sting a lot. Anto cleaned out his scrapes  \nand wasn't any too polite about feeling Kevin's human form either.  \n  \nIf you've ever been felt up by a Were, you know it can be intimidating. Anto  \nwas definitely checking Kev out, which was surprising since he didn't have  \nmuch of a body as a human. Maybe she was trying to get Al the beefy Werewolf  \njealous, but Kev would be roadkill if he did find out.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Now I forgot to tell you about Antonia Werecat and Alexander Werewolf. She  \nhad her teasing side, and he just liked rubbing her furry body and covering  \nher. If you know Werecats you know Anto liked it a bit rough, and she enjoyed  \na good cover and ruff bite.  \n  \nI mean the fur around her neck, but ok a bit of rough biting too. She could  \ngive Al a run for his money, and liked biting him and being bitten. She hasn't  \ntold me who bit her the first time and made her Were, but it was out West  \nsomewhere and she had plenty of room to roam.  \n  \nAl had been Down Under when he fell in with a Dingo gang, and the hazing was  \na turn with Laura the Wolfess. She was an animal, and rougher than he was as a  \nhuman. He survived, partly cause he was big enough to hold her down and play  \nwith her bushy tail, which she quite enjoyed.  \n  \nAnyway, Anto and Kev. Tease, I keep branching off and leaving you hanging  \njust when I get to something fun. You may enjoy leaning back, relaxing and  \nhanging out. She was enjoying her power over the male in human form, and took  \nadvantage of his nervousness.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Despite lying on his belly over her thighs in a rather humiliating position,  \nKevin wasn't objecting to the rumpwork. In fact he'd been a bit of a fetishist  \nbefore meeting Leeza and going Were, and he quite liked a mild spanking.  \n  \nAntonia bared her kitty claws and rubbed over the bare flesh. He was in a  \nbit of pain from the rusty fence scrapes and her cleaning him, and felt her  \ndesire to dominate him. kevin liked being dominated, and one thing led to  \nanother...  \n  \nNow, under the Safe Sane and Consensual Guidelines to Adult BDSM roleplay,  \nit's actually the submissive, the one taking orders, who's in charge, saying  \nwhether the play is OK, or to go slow, or even to stop. It would be fun for  \nKevin to submit to a strong Werecat Domme.  \n  \nI called this Make Love the WereFox Way, and I'm getting into mixed species.  \nIf you get offended that's kinky, I warned you at the start. So there.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"FurryShots","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/604464-penal-2.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/949740-wolfy-1.json"}}