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Playing With Fire Written by Trickster_D and Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Animorph59

December 3rd, 2014 The first things all the people in the diner noticed when the young man entered was that there was something slightly unsettling in the way he walked: his long, slender limbs moved through the air with a fluidity and an elegance that was almost uncanny, and more than walking he seemed to float half an inch above the floor. After the door had closed behind his back, leaving the chilly air of that early December day outside, he walked towards the first empty table he could find and sat down with complete ease, as if he was the diner's owner, before flashing a big smile towards the counter.

Even the smile wasn't exactly right: it wasn't like he had bad teeth, or that they were different than those of the average man... But more than a smile, it looked like a grin of a predatory beast, and looked incredibly out of place on his angular, elf-like face, especially under his nerdy black-rimmed glasses. After some uneasy moments and a tense, whispered conversation between the three waitresses, the youngest one - her hands trembling, her eyes shifting around - walked towards the young stranger with the face of a virgin heading towards a sacrificial altar.

"U-um... D-do you want something, sir?" she asked with a trembling voice.

The young man looked up at her, his head slightly tilted towards his right shoulder, an almost silvery hue in his irises behind the thick lenses of his glasses. His messy red hair and the colorful, checkered scarf adorning his neck seemed completely out of place, as if they were just a decoy, a way for him to lure unsuspecting preys by looking innocent and inoffensive enough.

"A hamburger, please," he said, in a pleasant voice, just a bit on the nasal side. "And... could you ask the cook to make it extremely rare?"

"S-sure!" the young woman exclaimed before almost running behind the counter. She had completely forgotten to ask the customer if he wanted something to drink, but she didn't feel like going back to the table that soon... At least not until the order was ready.

At his table, the young man - whose name was Alain - blissfully unaware (or maybe simply indifferent) that everyone's eyes were on him, was humming some random tune with his lips closed; he took a shiny silver dollar out of his pocket and started practicing what looked like stage magic tricks, making the coin disappear and reappear between his long, agile fingers. Despite being clearly talented and never failing to perform even one trick, he got bored after a couple of minutes and - after putting the silver dollar away - relaxed against the stuffed seatback of the bench.

"I wonder how long I will have to wait..." he muttered to himself. His long, narrow nostrils flared for a moment, and a grimace of disappointment appeared on his lips. "Oh, well... After all, I waited all those years... It's not like a couple of hours would make any difference," he added, his eyes now focused on the misty windows of the diner. As if they were a screen of sorts, the opaque surface began to show his images of his past, images that became progressively clearer with every passing second... Memories from many years ago, when Alain's life was completely different. A bell jangled in the cool air, the dinner door opening again. As the young man looked up, his eyes met with someone from that remote past... a past that had shaped the very person he was to this day.

October 15th, 2007 The first rains of the season had come back with a vengeance, pouring down outside and turning the grass of the school into a swamp. Kids spilled into the school in a mad dash to escape the rain that slicked their coats and covered their bags. The squeak of tennis shoes on linoleum was practically as steady as bird song. Still, as the students went down different halls and up stairs, the sound died away by the third or fourth classroom down the main stretch. It was there that Alain found solace.

The bespectacled boy was the kind of kid who looked all elbows and knees and seemed out of place wherever he was; his unruly red hair and his thick glasses of course didn't help, and that was the reason why - like a fearful vole - Alain usually went into hiding in one of the empty classroom to read or to spend some peaceful time by himself. He felt like only in solitude he could breathe properly, without the oppressive burden in his chest... He could even allow himself to lower the omnipresent scarf that hanged around his neck and that usually - well, at least whenever he was allowed to - covered the lower part of his face.

With trembling fingers, Alain caressed the birthmark that marred his chin and throat, as if to make sure that it was still there; it was purplish, slightly swollen, and looked like the imprint of a hand that had tried to strangle him... except it didn't look like a human hand at all.

Behind his glasses, Alain's eyes turned watery; he sniffled a couple of times, before putting the scarf back on, and pulled the Harry Potter book he was currently re-reading for the nth time out of his battered schoolbag. At least by entering in that fantasy world he could forget his own life for some moments... And even though Harry Potter had a mark on his face too - well, except for the fact that a lightning-shaped scar was way cooler than a disfiguring blot - he was brave and badass. I wish I could be like him..., Alain thought with a small sigh, before starting his reading session in the empty classroom. Use magic and do all sorts of cool stuff. And have friends... Real friends. In a sense, he felt really close to the three main characters of the series: he shared the hair color with Ron and the passion for reading with Hermione, but he would've preferred to have someone to talk to; someone to trust, someone who could accept him for who and what he was...

The door burst open, accompanied by a chortling of laughter; Alain reacted quickly, letting out a surprised squeak and putting his scarf back on, hiding his birthmark from whoever was coming inside the classroom. Two seniors stumbled in, tossing a backpack back and forth to one another. Their speed and size was completely inappropriate for the tightly packed desks and the carefully aligned rows were soon disrupted - loudly. It was like a pair of bulls in a china shop, though it was Alain that got the brunt of it as he slid forward half a foot into the next desk before him.

One of the intruders was Bradley Johnson, tight end for the high school's football team but the other was far more notorious. Alex 'Ace' Thompson, nicknamed for his complete inability to ace anything but sports. He was a third year senior and had been disqualified from every team for poor grades. His parents, even his teachers had begged him to just try for his GED, but the truth of the matter was that he liked the school environment too much. In these halls, he was a king.

The two tossed the bag a few more times before Brad realized that they weren't alone. He grimaced a bit, looking at where Alain had wound up. It took Ace a few more moments before he paused, a small quirk crossing his lips. He sized the kid up before chuckling a bit.

"What the hell you doin' in here, pipsqueak? Keeping the ghosts company?" Ace asked. The academic failure was a fine physical specimen: he stood six feet and two inches tall, his dark brown hair buzzed to a uniform and nearly military length, and his chiseled jaw showed the shadow of a few days of stubble. Alain gulped and tried desperately to hide the book behind his back: he didn't really cared what happened to his stupid, frail and deformed body - and if the jocks were going to beat him up, maybe he would've ended up in hospital where he could have time to read without no one else around - but he didn't want for his favorite book to be involved.

"I... I..." he tried to speak, but his voice stubbornly refused to come out. He knew there was nothing he could do to escape whatever punishment the two bullies had decided to unleash upon him... He just hoped it wasn't going to be that painful.

"C'mon Ace, let's find another room..." Brad murmured, but Ace had already engaged.

"I said, what the hell you doin' here? You didn't even turn on all the lights, you hidin'? Trying to find a mouse hole to crawl into?" Ace tittered as if he thought his own running commentary was hilarious. His eyes were fierce in their study of Alain, looking for any ammunition he could use in their encounter. Much to Alain's dismay, the bully's eyes locked in on his scarf.

December 3rd, 2014 The eyes looking back at Alain were the same color they had been way back then... Bluish green, hints of brown as tiny flecks. It was amazing how similar the eyes could be, and yet so different. They seemed solemn, reflective, almost afraid. Ace had grown and changed, already well older than Alain when they had first met. His short buzzed hair was still short but his skin was weathered. His muscles showed signs of being well used over the years. His athletic clothes had been replaced by a flannel shirt and work jeans. He shifted a bit where he stood before he started advancing toward the table everyone else was steering clear of.

Alain, on the other hand, seemed perfectly at ease with the whole situation, as if their roles had been swapped since the school years; behind his glasses, his silvery eyes stared at Ace with an amused look, a small and mysterious smile on his lips. The gesture of his hand, as he invited the other man to take a seat, was as elegant as it was blatant, as if he was mocking Ace just with the movement of his fingers. "I honestly didn't expect you to come here, you know?" he grinned. "Do you want to order something? They do make great hamburgers, here... Or at least I hope so," and then his eyes darted casually towards the counter, making two of the waitresses jump.

"I'll have a club sandwich and some onion rings I think... It's been a long day." Ace said, taking a long breath, "And I owed it to you to come, after... after everything." he said softly, looking up at Alain carefully.

Alain brushed a fingertip over his upper lip and then snickered. "You mean you care about me now?" he asked, his tone sweet and pleasant and wry at the same time. "I'm afraid you're seven years too late for that, Ace." Despite Ace's earlier softness, his eyes seemed to tense a bit.

"Why do you have to spin it like that?" Ace muttered, "Are you saying there is no point to me being here today? Why did you even reach out if it was too late?" Alain's eyes went to the ceiling, as if the answer was written on the wood covering.

"Um, who knows? Maybe because it amuses me," he replied in the same amicable tone. "Maybe I just wanted to see if you had changed in these seven years." Alain leaned towards, his irises peering into Ace's eyes. "Have you changed, Ace?"

"I think I have, but... I know you have. You're so different, you-" Ace froze in place, looking at Alain's chin and then back to his eyes, "It's gone... isn't it?" he whispered. Alain burst into laughters, a sound that was as silvery and as sharp as a knife.

"Well, took you enough time to realize that... After all, you've never been the brightest tool in the shed, huh?" Alain once again relaxed against the bench. "Remember those days, Ace? The days where I was your favorite target because of that mark? I do remember them... Every single one of them."

November 20th, 2007 Generally a high school was considered to be a safe and sheltered learning environment for the young minds residing within its strong walls - but if there could be a point furthest away from that, it was likely the chemistry lab. Flames flickered from the bunsen burners while chemicals reacted with other elements. Some of the students were still recovering from the liquid nitrogen demonstrations, their tongues having been frozen to oreos, gummy bears, and chunks of watermelon.

What had been exciting and informative to some students had become a constant source of terror for others, Alain for instance. It seemed, if anything, chemistry was the only class that had captured Ace's attention - not that he used any of his learning for good. Alain was standing in a corner, his shoulders slumped, his eyes dull and unresponsive behind his glasses, now battered and summarily repaired with some black sellotape. Apart from the occasional sigh escaping from his trembling lips, he could've been easily mistaken for a short, scrawny mannequin.

"Hey, gang rape!" Came a shout... a shout that had become a defining punctuation to Alain's tortured school days, christened by Ace to commemorate the mark around his throat as if he had been the victim of a heinous act, "I got myself to thinkin..." Ace said as he moved up behind Alain, "If you got that scarf all the time, you gotta be cold... So what you need is to warm up, right?" Ace asked with merciless glee. Alain just started shaking, as if he was trying to give the bully an affirmative answer without opening his mouth.

"Please, don't hurt me... Please don't hurt me..." he murmured in a flat mantra. "Please don't hurt me..." The skinny boy looked broken and miserable, nothing more than a pale shadow lining against the wall.

"Oh c'mon gang rape... You can do better than that, all I want to do is give you a little fun." Ace chuckled to himself, his teeth almost wild.

December 3rd, 2014 After years of being haunted by that smile, Alain saw no smile on Ace's face. His lips were flat, still. He hadn't been broken down by a person as Alain had, but it seemed life had started to take its toll. Alain nodded once, his face so calm and seraphic it looked more like a ceramic mask.

"Oh, so you do remember, Ace," he said. "And tell me... How are those memories making you feel?"

"Terrible... They have haunted me since I left school, I was such a wretched human being. I'd do anything to make it up to you." Ace murmured. Alain tilted his head again, his slender arms crossed over his chest.

"Anything?" he replied. "Be careful about what you say, Ace. Words have power; they can heal people, or break them... " The smile on his face widened a bit, but it was a bitter smile.

"And I broke you... or at least hurt. You were always destined for greatness, so much more than me... and I slowed you down, I tried to trip you... I don't even know if I was smart enough for it to be jealous, but I am deeply and truly sorry. There isn't much money in my account, but anything I can do to help you... I'll do." Ace repeated. Alain's face contorted in an expression so comical it bordered on grotesque, before another fit of laughter escaped his lips, bouncing around the walls of the diner.

"Oh, man... Ace, you... You think I want your money?" The young man chuckled while pretending to wipe off from his eyes tears that certainly weren't there. "Please. Who do you think I am? No, no, what I want from you is simple..." Alain leaned forward again, and despite the obvious difference in size between the two, he managed to look menacing. "Why? Why did you make my life a living hell? That's the only thing I want to know. The only thing that matters."

"I-I..." Ace stuttered a bit, his brain desperately churning, trying to convey feelings into words, "You... didn't even have to try to be special." Ace whispered, "You were smart, you stood out, you... were you."

"Yeah. I was me," Alain replied, almost with contempt. "A weak, pathetic, deformed excuse for a human being. You know, in a way it's not that difficult to see why you decided to pick on me. But now... Things are different."

"The one thing that never changed was that you weren't deserving of being a target, of being attacked... But things are different. You look good, confident." Ace said with a weak smile. Alain tilted his head again, his lips distending into a sly smile.

"Oh, yeah... Things are different indeed. More than you can ever imagine." The lithe young man raised a hand and snapped two of his slender fingers together, a casual gesture that still had a certain gravitas in it... a certain power, as if the friction between the index and the middle fingers had created a shower of sparkles in the air.

The world around the two men froze, both the cars and the passersby outside the building and the customers and the workers inside the diner: two old men had been stuck with their forks lifted towards their mouths, and a clumsy young waitress was on the verge of making a small pile of dishes fall on the ground... but they were floating in midair, like the strangest flying saucers ever. Alain briefly looked around, and then shifted his eyes back to Ace, a fun and amused look on his face.

Ace had been focused entirely on Alain, but the sudden stillness around caught him off guard. He turned and spotted the men at first, but then the falling dishes and water half way to its glass... it became clear. Ace's eyes went wide as he looked around in mounting panic.

"What happened to us?" Ace whispered, knowing Alain was the only other one still moving. Alain grinned under his dangerous, silvery eyes.

"That's actually a pretty smart question, you know?" he said, nodding. "You didn't ask what happened to them, you asked what happened to us... Right choice of words. I basically created a closed space, where the time of the rest of the world doesn't pass... It's not like stopping time, of course, that would require too much power for a single person to handle, but from our point of view it's basically the same thing, isn't it?"

"You did it? I mean, like... snapping your fingers?" Ace asked hesitantly, looking Alain over, "Did you like... become a wizard after school?" he murmured.

"Well, you know I've always liked Harry Potter, right?" Alain replied. "I mean, you flushed my books down the school toilet, after all. But no, I wouldn't say I'm a wizard... As for the finger snapping, that's just because I have a penchant for being a bit dramatic... I guess you can say I'm a show off." The young man let out another silvery laugh, his eyes closed. "Everything is connected, Ace. And everything will fall into place... right here, right now."

"Everything in place... What do I need to do?" Ace asked. It was a surprising question to say the least. His years after high school had made him more curious, more compliant, and more invested. Alain couldn't hide the fact that he was pleased... and at the same time a bit disappointed. He had expected the situation to be a bit more dramatic, after all. He raised on his feet and walked in front of Ace, his steps fluid and elegant, as if they were following a secret music only he could hear.

"Just watch," he said. A casual gesture of his hand, and the clothes he was wearing disappeared into thin air with the exception of his glasses; Alain stood there in front of the guy who had made his high school life a living hell, his slender but toned body completely exposed, as it was his shapely butt and his uncut member. "I will show you everything you need to see, Ace."

"I-I-I..." Ace trailed off. Somehow freezing time had made more sense to him than the clothes disappearing. He started to blush a bit, wanting to look away but unable. If Alain performed another trick, what if he missed it? Ace didn't know what to do.

Alain, in the meantime, was looking right in front of him, his strange and metallic eyes lost in the distance. As if under a divine trance, he began to move his arms into the air, and soon his feet started moving too, tracing a complex path that didn't however bring him away from Ace's spot. He was dancing, a weird and magnetically compelling show that followed no rhythm except the one of his own heartbeats. And, as he danced, flames of pure silver flickered into existence on his fingertips, engulfing his nails and molding them into long, curved, elegant claws. Unperturbed by the otherworldly phenomenon, Alain continued his performance as the ten flames went down, coating his fingers and - instead of burning them - covering them in a soft-looking pelt of white-silver fur.

Ace was speechless, watching the transformation before him. It was so subtle, so intricate... and, to his own surprise as he gazed at Alain's claws, there was a strange bulge forming in his own pants. He blushed even further but couldn't tear his eyes away from the visage before him.

Alain's expression was still concentrated and almost ecstatic as the small flames joined together and turned into twin fires that reshaped his hands into elegant paws complete with leathery pads. As big drops of sweat started rolling down his forehead, he stroke a particularly dynamic pose, his arms crossed in front of his face, his new feral hands covering his ears... and when he moved them, the fire had spread over them, burning silver and magical. Soon the young man's human ears were replaced by long, triangular appendages covered in silky fur, right as the flames changed the hue of his hair from red to pure white. His arms, in the meantime, were getting a bit buffer thanks to the magical flames, but still lean and slender like those of a professional gymnast or a dancer.

Ace wasn't able to hold back any longer. The boner was rising from his groin and one hand was numbly tugging on one of his own nipples. All the shame and doubt and confusion he'd taken out on Alain in high school was pouring over him again, but this time it was different. He wasn't squashing Alain to quell his own internal doubts, Alain was thriving and flourishing as... whatever he was. Ace was practically drooling as he watched it unfold... and Alain could smell the pheromones pouring off of the former bully.

As if he was a living torch, Alain's body burst into silver flame, and yet he didn't stop dancing for a mere second; his pecs inflated slightly, capped with dark grey nipples, and his stomach flattened, revealing a compact set of abs. A slight, high-pitched moan that sounded like a yelp escaped from his darkening lips as bones pushed out from the end of his spine, quickly blossoming into a trio of large, poofy silver-furred tails that wagged harmoniously in the air. It was impossible to see where the flesh and fur ended and the flames topping them began. The single moan suddenly evolved into a bona fide howl of lust as the fire changed his human dick, giving him an elegant, silvery sheath; less than a second later, a fleshy tube, already dripping precum despite the flames engulfing it, rose from its depths in all its glory.

"Alain, you're... you're beautiful..." Ace whispered, leaning back in the booth seat, panting hard. He'd let go of his groin and was staring at the changing fox in utter and complete amazement. It was like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon.

The change, just like the dance, was rapidly reaching its climax: the fire burned away Alain's human face, replacing it with a pointed, sly triangular muzzle full of pointy fangs, on which his glasses were on unsteady balance. The rest of the flames engulfed his legs, giving them a bit more muscle and a lot more silver and white fur, before extinguishing themselves on his feet; the moment they reshaped themselves into large and yet elegant and harmonious paws topped with deadly-looking claws, Alain stopped the dance altogether, standing in the middle of the time-freezed diner, panting slowly. "I know," he replied to Ace's comment. He stared at himself, now a beautiful and powerful fox-like creature. "And I'm glad you think so."

Ace was silent now, taking Alain in. It was uncertain at first what his next move would be. Had the amusement been a charade or a shock reaction? Was he in fact as interested as he seemed? What move might he make? Despite the pheromones that Alain could smell, what Ace did next was a bit of a surprise. Ace lunged from the booth and landed on all fours, bringing his head down to Alain's fox paws. He began rubbing his face against the left paw before his lips parted and his tongue emerged, licking between the silvery furry toes, his chin grazing the long, sharp claw. Alain stared down at him, his metallic eyes languid and amused.

"Certainly not the reaction I was expecting, but... well, it's the reaction I was secretly hoping for," he observed, murring as he felt Ace's tongue worshipping his paws. "Do you recognize my power, Ace? Do you know what I am?"

"Fox, oh, um... magic fox... Read about it in social studies a long time..." Ace kept getting distracted, taking an entire toe into his mouth, sucking on it, pressing his bulge into the restaurant carpet for some resistance, "ago... Kit-Kit..." Ace struggled before going back to his foot worship, obviously in deep lust. Alain tilted his head.

"Kitsune?" he completed the word for the other man. "Well, I suppose. Kitsune, Kumiho, Reinard, Trickster... I guess the name doesn't really matter. It was being hunted, somewhere in the past, before I was born... He was wounded, facing death, and he found a place to hide... The womb of a pregnant woman. The birthmark I had, the shame and the horror that I had to face because of it... How foolish I was, Ace. That was a symbol of power. The fox recovered inside me, inside my body... But it was too late for it to become its own being again. We were one, a creature half-human and half-spirit... And all power, I guess." One of his hind paws caressed the side of Ace's face with a dexterity that would've been impossible for a human. "I got access to all its memories, less than a year ago... and to all its powers. Of course, there are creatures out there that still want to kill it... well, kill me now, so I have to be careful while using my powers... But that doesn't mean I can't have a little fun, right?"

"A trickster can't avoid it, right?" Ace asked, gazing up from where he knelt before Alain, looking past his slick cock and hard abs to his muzzled face. Ace swallowed a bit, "I was gay, the whole time... I didn't want to be, I didn't... but..." he murmured softly, inhaling and exhaling.

Another finger snap, and after a confused blur the scenario around them was replaced: a diner no more, the human and the fox were now in the middle of a luscious and uncontaminated forest, in the middle of a secluded glade surrounded by centuries-old trees.

"This is a nostalgic place, for me... Well, the fox part of me, at least," Alain murmured, inhaling deeply the pine-scented air. His silvery irises focused on Ace once more, and the smile on his muzzle, this time, wasn't derisive or sarcastic in the least. "I knew that, Ace. From the very moment I was enlightened by the fox's powers, I understood that. That you had suffered probably as much as I did, that something inside you had devoured your soul tiny piece after tiny piece... That's why I'm here today. I want to free you, Ace. I want to give you exactly what you need."

"All I need is you, to make it up to you, to apologize, to do whatever you want me to..." Ace whispered, nuzzling his cheek against Alain's furry leg gently. The fox snapped his fingers once again, and now Ace was back on his two feet, and with no clothes to cover his body.

"That's just what I had planned, Ace, don't worry... Today, you will be mine." A dangerous glint appeared in his eyes. "Now come here and kiss me, Ace. Taste your master's tongue for the first time." Ace slowly stood back up, still as tall as ever. He looked into Alain's eyes.

"My master... " he whispered, a slight grin crossing his face before he leaned in toward that silver foxy muzzle. Alain grinned once before before plunging his tongue into Ace's mouth, caressing his teeth and savoring his thick saliva; his furred body leaned against the human, his arms wrapping against Ace's neck and caressing the skin of his naked back.

Ace melted into the embrace, his arms wrapping around Alain. He wished he could have done that from the start. If only he had been honest with himself. He wondered how life had been if he had been Alain's boyfriend, protecting him instead of bullying him, discovering everything together moment by moment. That time had passed, though, and he would do whatever he could to make it up. He pressed into Alain and held him tighter, his arms roaming his back, one casually brushing one of the many tails.

After some seconds of sweet, perfect harmony, Alain broke the kiss and stared in Ace's eyes behind his glasses, his irises still sly and cunning. "I know you suffered in your past, but you still made my life a living hell, Ace... And, as a trickster spirit, that's something I can't forgive that easily. On the other hand..." His clawed fingers traced a gesture in the air, and something appeared in the fox's hand: a thick, black leather collar, lined with long, triangular spikes; from it, a long black leash hang. "You can accept my gift. Though I must warn you: it will warp your body and bind yourself to me forever. Your life will be my life, from now until forever. You will, effectively, become my faithful slave, bound to serve me and my every whim." His muzzle came closer to Ace's face again. "Though, of course, I promise I will make you as happy as you can be... From now until forever."

"Can a guy really be a slave in paradise?" Ace whispered softly, taking the collar from Alain's hand, bringing it up to his throat but stopping there so his new master could secure it himself. The fox creature fastened it, and a small spark travelled through the black leather, as if sealing it for good.

"Well, that's the plan, actually," Alain grinned. "I want to create my small little paradise where me and my servants can be happy without external interferences... That, of course, requires power... but I doubt that will be a problem." He pet Ace's cheek, a loving stare in his eyes. "How do you feel now? Stronger? Faster? Better?"

"Loved..." Ace replied, swallowing a bit, "I know it's presumptuous, but... Better." he smiled softly, gazing back into Alain's eyes. The trickster pulled him closer, placing his forehead against that of the human in a tender gesture.

"Not presumptuous at all, Ace. Now let the collar do its magic..." Alain's paws caressed the dark leather once again, and the metallic spikes began to shine of the same silvery flames of the fox's power. Ace's eyes slipped shut as he felt an unnatural heat starting to infuse him, spreading into his neck and through his body. His fingers started to flex and relax, his body so warm all over.

The first changes were subtle ones. While Ace had grown stronger at the docks, his body had started to fall prey to time... but the collar was undoing some of that. Ace's skin grew tighter, firmer, healthier. Some of the fat around his mid-section was melting away to reveal the youthful muscles that Alain had been bullied by, and the light of the forest penetrated Ace's short hair, lightening streaks steadily to a brighter dishwater blond color. Alain pet his brand new servant's head, feeling the hair becoming silkier and softer under his pads.

"You're not just loved, or better... You're becoming beautiful, Ace," the trickster murmured gently in the now slightly pointed, elf-like ear of the other man.

"You spread beauty and grace wherever you go... I love you Alain, so much." Ace whispered. The hair on his arms and legs was already thickening, becoming more distinct. The man's naked body began to blossom with new hair all over, though it was different than the rest. It was longer and softer, covering him like a pelt. The reverent eyes of Alain's new pet were shimmering as the colors became more distinct, and his smile was hiding ever sharper teeth. The true question remained what Alain would do with his pet.

The fox spirit caressed Ace's pink and sensitive nipples, tracing their circumferences with one of his curved claws. "Now show me your love and your devotion, my servant..." he whispered, grabbing Ace's right hand and placing it over his own erect canine cock. "Show me that you know how to please your master. I will leave you the choice on what to use, though... your hand? Your mouth? Or..." A delicate, pink tongue emerged from Alain's black lips and licked the spreading fur on Ace's cheek. "Your body, perhaps?"

"I will worship my master... with all the reverence he deserves." Ace whispered, kneeling down once more before the fox. Ace began to use his hand to stroke and fondle and caress the fox cock before him, but his lips parted and his tongue emerged, following after the gap in his hand. The hot, wet syrupy cock lavished the underside of Alain's member before Ace kissed the pointed tip and gave it a gentle, subtle suck. The moment lasted for what felt like an eternity before he began creeping down lower and lower on the shaft, consuming it all within his lips.

"Mmmh... Yeah... You're a real talent, the perfect servant..." Alain murmured, his lips retreating a bit and revealing his perfect set of fangs. "Keep going like that, and you will receive your prize, the first on many, many more..." His hand-paws went down, caressing the rapidly mutating face of his tormentor-turned-slave, showing the pure love he was feeling for him, his first and most faithful servant for all eternity.

Ace made out with the cock in his mouth, taking it in so deeply it brushed the back of his throat before he relaxed it. Ace felt the spongy barrier tilt away and a welcoming throat slide over his member like a sleeve. Ace bobbed his head forward and back around it, stimulating his master as much as possible - but that wasn't enough. One hand trailed up the kitsune's silver fur to tease his nipple while the other found its way to the furry sack to massage those ample and plump balls.

Alain's elegant back arched a bit as a soft, tremulous yelp escaped from his lips. The silver fox bit his lower lip, trying to keep himself focused, to let the power flow flawlessly from his body to that of his servant in order to complete the changes... but it was so much difficult, and it was becoming even harder with every passing second. "Ooh, fuck yeah, Ace. Worship that cock," he growled, his eyes closed, his tongue panting.

Ace closed his eyes and kept at it, drawing his head back and forth on that shaft. Every time he pulled back, his lips remained where they were. His jaw stretched like taffy, his cheeks as well. A muzzle formed on the human's face, one that complimented his newly pointed ears. The domination of the fur across his body continued, but other changes were creeping in as well. The fingers that teased the kitsune's nupples and balls were changing. The fingernails throbbed and ached as they thickened, growing longer, curving down into points. Slowly they sunk into the flesh of his fingers, anchored more deeply as pads started to swell out of from his palms.

Alain kept toying with Ace's head fur and with his still extending ears, that were now displaying twin tuft of darker hair sprouting from their points. "Mmh... Who knew you had such a peculiar beast inside you, Ace..." the fox grinned in joy and surprise.

"Eck-uh-luuh?" Ace muttered from around the cock, sucking harder and harder as his tailbone ached and started to stretch, the nub growing fast as new bones practically poured into the expanding flesh. The forming tail whipped around as a fine layer of fur covered it. Alain caressed the tip of the darkening, humid nose of his servant.

"Sssh... Just think about what you want to tell me, I will hear your thoughts crystal clear..." he managed to murmur, before another wave of pleasure coursed through his body, forcing him to let out a broken howl. "F-fuck, keep sucking that dick..." He might have been a powerful and magical fox spirit, but oral sex was still oral sex.

'Peculiar?' The single thought came through into Alain's mind despite the human seeming to be mindlessly worshipping the cock flesh of the kitsune. Ace hilted around Alain, his face smashed into the furry groin of the trickster spirit, his throat undulating around that cock. Ace kept teasing and pleasing the balls dangling down below, feeling how hefty and furry they were.

'Yes, p-peculiar...' It was becoming difficult to maintain the concentration, but still Alain need for his power to travel from his to Ace if he wanted the changes to be complete. 'A strong, stocky, mighty creature... Come to think of it, it's perfect for you. You've always done whatever it pleased you, regardless of what others might think... That's the pride of a real feline.'

'What am I? What have you given me?' Ace begged in his mind, but he reached around Alain's hip, his hand exploring the shadows beneath the trio of tails, finding his muscled pert ass. Whether it was a welcome surprise or not, a feline paw pad stroked the fox's strong pucker in tender appreciation... and still Ace changed. His feet were warping, the fur was dominating his body and even his eyes were taking on more feline slits. He felt warm and fuzzy all over, but with a deeper rooted fire inside his soul.

'I just gave you a flicker of my power... But the lynx you're turning into was inside you this whole time,' Alain thought, appreciating the attention his slave was giving him. The leash tightly held in his hand-paw, as if to affirm once more his superiority over the transforming man. 'And I can give you something else, if you want to... Do you want to cum for the first time as a mighty beast inside the body of your master?' he added in a malicious, lusty tone.

'M-may I?' The thought returned in surprise. Ace's mouth was watering more than ever before as his cock ached and throbbed, trying to become something else, something more exotic. His tail flopped around in excitement as the newly feline ears on the top of his head went flat against his skull.

Alain turned around in an elegant spin and bent over, exposing the rubbery pucker nestled among his trio of fluffy tails. "Of course," he replied. "It'd be the easiest way for the power to come back to me once it has finished changing your body, after all... And I really want that thick, barbed kitty cock of yours inside me anyway."

Ace let out a decidedly purr sounding murr as he climbed back up onto his foot paws and surged forward. At first Alain felt his large mostly human meat sliding between the furry cheeks of his ass, but slowly Ace tilted and brought the head to that tight ring. Ever so gently and carefully the morphing Lynx began to push into his master, feeling that hot ring spread over his thick meat. It felt so sinful, so perfect.

Alain, with a perverted grin on his muzzle, yanked the leash a bit. "Come on, spear me! Fuck me as hard as you can! It's your master's order!" he commanded. "You weren't afraid of hurting me when we were in school, so don't be afraid of doing it now!"

Shocked and surprised, Ace was still spurred into action. He rammed forward, feeling his cock plunge into the hot depths of his lover. He no longer hesitated, pulling back before he speared in again, feeling the natural rhythm start to build. He grabbed onto the Kitsune's hips and held his lover there as he rammed faster and harder, growling almost protectively about his lover.

"That's what I meant!" Alain howled, his tongue panting from the side of his muzzle, his free hand-paw pumping his own precum-coated dick. "Show your master how much you love him! How much you want to give him pleasure, to give him your hot tasty cum! Fuck me like you've always wanted to, Ace!"

Ace gnashed his fangs and growled louder, fucking into the fox, his claws digging into that silvery fur. The power rippled through Ace, finishing off his feline nose, his tufted ears, his lynx tail... and the final change was taking place deep inside Alain. He could feel his pet's cock changing as the head tapered to a point and cells began curling up into barbs that dragged and caught in his demonic intestines, trying to anchor the lynx inside. While he kept going, the heat increased dramatically, the friction sending tingles through their bodies.

As Alain felt the dick of his servant mutate right inside of him, his own canine member started pulsating and inflating, the base engorging into twin hard globes. "F-fuck, my knot..." he whispered as his vision became hazy and his hands began to shake a bit. "Nnngh, I... No, w-we are gonna cum!" A magical impulse travelled through the leash, empowering the leather of the collar and binding the two creatures on an even deeper level: from that moment onwards, every time one of the two would have experienced an orgasm, the other one was going to cum too, regardless of the distance between the two.

It was a most magical feeling ripping through Ace's body... It was like too much water crashing against an over-full dam, but no... it wasn't water, it was fire - fire blazing through his soul. Ace thrashed wildly, moaning and panting and yowling like a cat in heat until he slammed into Alain as deep as he could go, reached around to grab onto the fox's knot, and crashed over the edge.

The kitsune and the lynx were locked together as their prostates throbbed, their balls pulsed and their manhoods unleashed the thick, syrupy semen that had been locked within. While Ace's cum pooled in the fox's ass, Alain's seed went flinging out across the forest floor, splattering on leaves and twigs and dirt in copious volume.

The fox spirit let himself fall on the ground, dragging his brand new feline slave behind. Alain lay there for some minutes, panting and enjoying the glorious afterglow. "That's... not even remotely... what I can give to you, but... I hope you appreciated..." he managed to spit out after a while.

"I am yours in all things... always." Ace whispered, burying his face into the back of Alain's neck as he gently cradled his master and cuddled up against him, "If I had known all this, I would have played with fire a lot sooner... but I'm so glad you found me again."

Alain enjoyed the feeling of his servant showing affection and happiness, and a smile appeared on his lips: he had finally set right what had been wrong since his teenage years... albeit in a rather unconventional way. He was, after all, a chaotic spirit of nature and magic. But know that his high school bully had been dealt with and he had gained his first faithful servant, what was left to do? The fox's smile quickly turned into a grin: lives to change, beautiful creatures to enslave... and a perfect little paradise to build from scratch. Alain might have been some horrible high school years... but now his life was nothing short of awesome - and this was just the start.