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[b][u][center]The Benefits of a Kitsune Boyfriend

For RayoElgatubelo

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Wyn was told that she regularly went overboard with her more, one might call, Japanophiliac tendencies. She dressed up in fashions that would have made Hello, Kitty stores close their doors when they saw her coming, she regularly dotted her speech patterns with little Japanese phrases that made no sense – according to the few people from Japan that she knew – and she kept a collection of things that she was always expanding that were seldom touched for any reasons besides bragging and the gratuitous pleasure of saying that she owned them, and for seeing just how big her collection of the east had gotten.

Some might have even said that she was only dating Tom Iwatake because he was Japanese, or at least, because his father was. There was…some truth in that. That had been the thing that had attracted her to him at first, but he had so many other sides to him that she enjoyed.

Particularly when she could get him to dress up with her. She giggled a bit, rubbing her hand down the split outfit that she wore for Halloween, feeling the slit that went right up to her hips and the way that the shirt pulled forward in the front to show off her cleavage. It was more…risqué, she supposed, than the source material, but then again, that stupid woman was never one to show off her body.

[i]Sakura was never going to get Sasuke or Naruto like that…[/i]

Wyn ran her hands along her hips, imagining what it would be like to have a fox pulling her back, ambushing her on the grounds of the university. The idea of Tom being seized by wild animal instincts, savagery that people of Japan had only barely managed to tame by forcing the kitsunes to civilize themselves, but never entirely forgetting that animal side…

Her pussy got drenched beneath the dress, and the temptation to find a place to finger herself the rest of the way suddenly hit her. It was almost overpowering, but she managed to push it down. She had, after all, an appointment to get back to her place, grab Tom, and then get to the Halloween party. If she didn’t get him, he wasn’t going to go, and she was not going to let him skip it again. He was too good a partner for that, and this year, they were going to have matching costumes, which would be all the better.

Sakura and Naruto. She’d been waiting for that for over a year, ever since she’d badgered him into trying it at the next party. He’d skipped last year – something that she’d given him a bit of credit for, since he was responding to his father and being called back home for something – but this year, he wasn’t getting out of it. This year, they were going as a couple.

[i]Even if Hinata would have been better this time…stupid manga putting her with him…[/i]

She didn’t quite have the chest to pull off a Hinata, so she’d been forced to go with the old standby. At least there were still [i]some[/i] shippers that saw this as a decent couple. It was better than nothing, by far.

Eventually, she reached their shared home. Tom didn’t come when she knocked on the door, so she unlocked it and stepped inside. She could just make out the sound of him walking around in the very back of their place, and shook her head.

“Tom, come on. We’re going to be late.”

“Come back here, first.”

“You know that you promised.”

“I know, I know.”

“You’re not trying to get out of this again, are you?”

“Of course not,” he called down the hall. “I just want to show you something first, before we go.”

“Oh, boy…”

The last time that she’d heard that, he’d wanted to show her how it felt to have his knot in her ass. A good time, really, really it was, but it had delayed them getting to their movie date by nearly an hour, and by the time that they showed up at the theater, they were not able to get anything. Tom had made up for that by taking them out for sushi, and had even gone far enough to get them the ‘authentic’ experience of eating it off a woman’s body. Which, don’t get her wrong, had been hot, but it wasn’t the sort of thing that she had been hoping for that night. It had been…annoying.

And this just smacked of the same sort of trick. He was a kitsune, after all, and that meant that he was going to be pulling all kinds of little traps to keep her from dragging him to a party that he found pointless.

[i]Just take a look, and then go. Don’t get trapped again.[/i]

Shaking her head, Wyn walked down the hallway, leaving the living room behind and walking around the corner. No sooner had she rounded it than she froze, rooted in place by the sight that she beheld.

“Heh…you like?”

Tom was kneeling in the middle of their bed, his legs slightly spread. He didn’t have the Naruto costume on – well, except for the head-band – but he did have a decent enough robe on, which would fit for the latter part of the manga. He had his legs spread, showing off his cock, and he had even gone far enough as to put the little belly-seal on his stomach to give an impression of what he was supposed to be.

Her eyes were so busy staring at his dick that she almost forgot to look up, and then –

“Oh, my god…”

Wyn covered her mouth, gasping in shock and happiness as she saw that he had gone far enough to dye his hair. Normally a deep brown, he had dyed it a perfect blonde for the costume. She could have cried. She almost did.

“What do you think?” he asked.

“I think you look amazing.”

“I feel a bit foolish, but you…”

His eyes went up and down her body, and she knew that look, too. Particularly when his dick was out, bobbing up and down. She loved the way that it imitated the hentai magazines, the way that it showed his true lusts when he looked over her, the way that it throbbed and burst forth with the copious amounts of seed that only those magazines showed. Japanese men were really the best.

She took a step forward, only for him to jump from the bed. He gathered her from behind, smiling down at her, the first little whisker marks showing on his face. They could have been part of the costume, but she knew better. They were the beginning of his transformation, the start of going from human to kitsune.

“W-wait,” she muttered. “We…we don’t have time…”

“Come on, ‘Sakura’…”

He even imitated the voice. Goddammit, this wasn’t fair. He was playing off all her kinks tonight, and it was making her weak.

He laid her down, pushing the front flap of her dress up, gently exposing more and more of her legs without her being able to do a damn thing about it. She groaned, curling her toes against the edges of her too-small sandals, covering her face in embarrassment as he lifted her dress all the way up to her waist, exposing her dampened panties. His whiskers almost seemed to jump off his face as they grew in, flicking out from his cheeks.

“Hehehe, what’s this, hmm?”

“Nnngh…just…just a fantasy…”

“A fantasy for a fox?”

“M-maybe.”

“A fantasy to be ravaged?”

“Nnngh…”

“To have a beast chase you down…”

He dragged himself up on the bed, on all fours between her legs, his fur coat starting to come in. She could see every strand of fur, knew it all intimately from the many times that they had been together in the past. She shivered at the idea of what he could do to her tonight, what she would be carrying with her to the party.

[i]Drooling with his seed, from both holes…marked under the costume…feeling it sticking to me all the time…[/i]

Fuck, that was hot. That was so hot.

She moaned as he laid his hand against her pussy, his thumb rubbing against her through her panties, pushing them into her slightly.

“Oh, yes, you’re very wet today.”

“Mmph…just thinking of you.”

“Only of me?”

“Mmmph, my fox…”

“Heh…oh, you’ll be getting a fox tonight…”

His voice changed slightly, but only slightly as his muzzle started to grow out, pushing forward and taking his nose and lips with it. It was a narrow, pointed thing, perfect for sliding between her thighs and taking her by surprise in the morning, or during the night when he snuck up behind her. She knew how good he was with that, and it always embarrassed her the squeaks of pleasure that he managed to pull out of her.

Like tonight, as he leaned down, his muzzle parting and his growing fangs sinking into her panties. She gasped as he sucked at her juices that had already soaked into the fabric, and she shivered as he started pulling back, dragging her underthings off, leaving her pussy exposed to the open air. Her faint bits of pubic hair – shaved down a little just for the sake of looking as appealing as possible – glistened with little strands of her juices that were left behind. Tom pulled her panties down, throwing them off her ankles before leaning over her, rubbing her pussy with his thumb, teasing her as his hands started to change, as well.

She moaned, biting her finger as she brought one hand to her lips to keep from making too much sound. His teeth worked into her neck as he leaned down over her, his hand keeping her in place as his fingers became slightly padded, and far more furred, the texture difference driving her mad.

“Mmmph…nnngh…”

“Yes, you love that, don’t you?”

“Mmm…mm-hmm…”

“You want to cum already, don’t you?”

“Mm-hmm!”

“You want your fox to take you…your kitsune to put you in your place…”

He said it in a way that never made her feel bad about her wants, almost like it was natural. Yet, at the same time, it was almost more playful. There were times that he had talked differently, pushing the idea that they were mostly equal – mostly, considering that a kitsune would never entirely see a human that way – but he did indulge her. He indulged her a lot, considering that he had dyed his hair.

She looked up at him, shivering as his eyes almost seemed to glow in the low light of the bedroom. Even with his fur growing in, even with the gentle tones of the white and creamy-orange fur along his face and neck, that blonde hair remained. His whiskers stood out more prominently the further he changed, and seeing his ears slowly rolling up the sides of his head, enhancing his foxy features, only made her shiver all the more.

[i]My fox.[/i]

Just thinking that made her pussy juice further, and it got worse as he slid one finger inside of her. He knew every spot she had, and she covered her mouth more with her other hand, leaving her helpless to his nibbling teases along her neck, to his other hand finding her chest and –

“MMMPH!”

He pinched her nipple, dragging his claws across it, a perfect tease that combined the brutality of the beast and the precision of the man. She moaned out loud against her fingers, barely managing to keep it back, hoping that nobody heard them.

Oh god, if they did…

Oh god, she almost wanted them to.

“My little…human…”

The way that he said it only made it worse. The idea of being not his girl, but his human, the idea of allowing some fox to take that level of control, to know that he had taken away what made her unique, and she was just a human under the beast…

[i]Oh, Tom…[/i]

She was juicing hard around one, then two fingers, right on the verge of cumming when he suddenly pulled back. She gritted her teeth, arching her back in utter frustration.

“Nnnngh…why did you stop?”

“Because I told you…you’re going to get a fox tonight.”

“You’re almost there…please…”

She ran her hand down his chest, tracing through the thicker and thinner fur on the way to his crotch. She was just about to grab the tip of his cock – already lifted up by a sheath – when he grabbed her by the wrist. Pads and claws dragged along her skin, leaving her biting her lip as she felt that reminder of her fantasies.

“Not yet…”

He pushed her back to the bed, and she laid there as he straddled her for a change. She half-expected him to push her breasts together, to take his pleasure with his rising cock by shoving it between her breasts, pulling on her nipples and holding her down until he had covered her face. It wouldn’t have been the first time that she would have gone somewhere with his seed on her face, and she was so horned up that she would have taken it as her fox giving her what she deserved.

But instead, he didn’t so much as shift the top half of her dress. Instead, he stroked her through it, teasing her nipple bumps as he had before, and then leaned back. His transforming legs ran on either side of her, and she saw the black ‘socks’ of fur running up from his rising heels. They were cracking already, the broadening toes spreading out, the fox paws coming in. She looked back up, staring at the swelling sac, at the stretching sheath skin as the rest of his reddening cock started to come out.

She loved watching the tapering shaft form, loved seeing the slight bell-end that all men had turning into something that went in, that could pierce a hole and take it without so much as asking. There was a brutality to other cocks, something that she both feared and admired, and she couldn’t wait to feel him again.

If he decided to do that.

She leaned back, bringing her arms up over her head and her hands away from her face. As his shaft reddened and came free, however, she heard him clearing his throat. She looked up to see him wearing his usual trick-face, the expression he had when he was about to pull something. She cocked her head to the side.

“Tom?”

“Hmmm?”

“What are you doing?”

“Oh, just giving you something that you’ve wanted for a while.”

“…Do you have any idea how much that [i]doesn’t[/i] narrow it down?”

“Heh, fair.”

He ran his hands up along his hips, bringing them to his chest. She blinked, then her mouth fell open.

“You…you mean…”

“I can do more than just change from human to fox, you know.”

“Man…to woman?”

“Oh, yes.”

Wyn almost couldn’t believe it, yet even as his tails started growing in, all four of them, Tom reached up to his chest and closed his eyes. His muzzle moved in little words that she couldn’t hear, and his tails started glowing. Something was happening, something big, and she shivered as she could feel the air tingling slightly.

Was she imagining that? Was she so deep in the moment that she was just thinking that she could feel Tom’s powers? It didn’t matter, really. All that mattered was that she was getting a front-row seat to the transformation of her boyfriend into a girlfriend of the night.

Her mouth went into an O of surprise as she watched Tom’s chest start to expand, his nipples rising from his fur and showing themselves, followed by bulges that were surprisingly quick to form. Small globes turned to ones of at least B-Cup size, and then more, and more, getting bigger and more prominent. It didn’t take long before they were more than mere handfuls at Tom’s chest, getting bigger, more filling, the nipples pointing through the gaps between the kitsune’s fingers.

“Oh…my…”

Wyn couldn’t find the words. She could only stare at the expansion, something that she had never seen outside of badly-done porn before. Her pussy juiced as she started to lift her hands to them –

“Not yet.”

Tom pushed her back down with his tails, and she groaned in annoyance, wanting to take it further, wanting to feel those boobs. Tom looked so sexy with them, and they just demanded playing with. A vixen was just as hot as a fox, and she wanted to feel those furry things pressed against her.

But that wasn’t the only change.

Even as Tom grew out his breasts, he reached down to his sheath and sac. Wyn blinked, then her jaw really did drop, hitting her chest as she looked back up at him.

“That…that too?”

“Well, it seems a little pointless to only change one.”

“You don’t…you don’t mind?”

“Not for a night. Not for you.”

“…Tom.”

“Wyn.”

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, and she had a moment to feel her boyfriend’s breasts against her. Big, heavy, hanging down like milking udders, they were big enough to dwarf hers. She wondered if that had been intentional, or if her boyfriend just didn’t get the sense of proportions that natural women had.

If the latter, she was glad. Screw proportions; big tits were hot.

The kiss ended, and Tom leaned back against her legs. She held them up, knees bent to allow her boyfriend to lean against her thighs. He spread his legs, his balls resting on her stomach, his eyes closed as he focused his power down between them. She looked down to watch, licking her lips as she saw his balls pulling up.

Normally, that would have meant that he was on the verge of blowing his load, but not this time. She could see them pulling up further than ever before, the sac and the round lumps that were his heavy, ever-producing balls disappearing little by little. The sac wrinkled, pulled in, then wrinkled further. The shaft started to sink down, filling the sheath once more, but then sliding in deeper, and deeper.

For an unnerving moment, it almost looked like the various bits of manhood down there were rotting away from the inside, falling apart and leaving a drooping bit of furred flesh behind. She had the feeling that if she shoved a finger down his sheath, she’d find nothing inside, just a furred flesh pocket that would have been suitable for fucking by other males.

[i]Ooh, I should make him do that…[/i]

But the idea was lost as he pulled them in, leaving nothing but a smooth spot down there, his fur unbroken for a moment or two, nothing but smooth flesh and soft fur, almost like a Ken doll. It was so strange for her, almost like looking at a sanitized cartoon.

Then, it started changing again.

Just like when he had been growing his breasts, Tom’s pussy started coming out with little bulges through the fur, at first. It took a little bit of time for the lips to form, then split, but when they did, the soft scent of another aroused female filled the air. The thick scent of aroused vixen was something that she hadn’t entirely expected, but she wasn’t going to turn it down. It was kinda hot in its own way.

The more that it grew in, with the clit bump starting to take shape at the top of it, the more the other, more subtle feminine shapes started to grow in. Tom’s shoulders pulled in, no longer so broad, and his hips started pushing out, growing softer, more outwards, more grabbable. His tails seemed to be more whip-like, less full and brushy, and his ass…

She reached around, squeezing it, and it was just as soft as she had imagined it would be. She giggled, not sure if it was a horny or nervous giggle. Probably both. Probably both.

She looked up at Tom, blushing worse as she whispered.

“T-Tom-chan?”

“…Yes?” the vixen said, after an obvious moment of making herself okay with that.

“You’re beautiful.”

“Of course I am.”

And still just a little arrogant, but that was fine. It was part of his charm, as far as Wyn was concerned.

She could not take her eyes off the vixen straddling her. She’d never, ever been one to go for that sort of thing before, even if she’d been a little curious about some of the women in the hentai magazines, but she had to admit, seeing Tom like this was giving her all kinds of questions, all kinds of curiosities. What would it be like to see him over her? What would it be like to play with her like this?

What kind of sounds would the cutie on her stomach make when she started playing with that pretty pussy?

Without even thinking, she grabbed Tom by the hips, rubbing a thumb down to that slit the way that she would have done to herself. A little touch, running from pussy to clit, and then –

“AH!”

Tom gasped, and the sound was as cute and adorable as she had imagined. She giggled, leaning up and pulling Tom down over her, cuddling the vixen as tightly as she possibly could. Clothed breasts against unclothed was a bit awkward, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was that she had the cutest, most beautiful boyfriend in the world, and he had become a she for her tonight.

[i]The things that we could wear now…[/i]

Oh, the cosplay possibilities. The different things that they might be able to enjoy together. Fuck, there were so many things that they could do. All they had to do was hit up one of the costume stores and –

“Mmmmph!”

She moaned as Tom ‘cheated’, bringing her tails down and rubbing between her legs, running up along her thighs and up towards her sex. The teasing touch of fur on skin was just enough to distract her from those thoughts, and more than enough to leave her shivering, her arms going limp and giving Tom the chance to sit up again. The vixen chuckled at her, shaking her head.

“Look at that. So eager that you almost crushed me.”

“S-sorry. Just so…cute.”

“I’m going to be cuter when I’m over you.”

“Mmmph…”

“Ever wanted to eat out a pussy before?”

“A little…”

“Well, you’re going to get the chance tonight. Let’s see if you can handle me this way as well as you do when I’m male…”

And with that, the vixen rolled her hips, swinging herself around. They were arranged in a 69 before Wyn entirely knew what was going on, and she found herself staring up at a furry, slippery sex that was just as hot to her as Tom’s cock had been a few seconds ago. Though this was far more human rather than the bestial shaft that she had been drooling over, she found that it was better this way. Her lusts, it seemed, didn’t run in [i]that[/i] direction.

But it did run in the direction of still bowing to Tom when she was being dominant, particularly as that slippery, sexy, slightly sweaty pussy came down on her face and ground over her nose and lips. The thick smell of fox was still there, and she shivered as she drowned in Tom’s power. She moaned, sticking out her tongue as she was claimed and marked as the vixen’s thing, her fantasies running wild.

It only got better as more slender, dexterous fingers gripped her thighs. Tom had always had a slightly feminine touch, but this was more defined, more definite. She shivered at the little scratches that were left behind, spreading her legs further, her eyes closing tight and leaving her panting softly. Her toes curled, her pussy wetting itself with more of her juices as it ran down to her ass, and then –

“Mmmph…”

She moaned into the vixen’s slit, feeling that rough tongue slipping out and dragging across her clit. Tom was a virtuoso with that tongue, and it was already getting to her, already working her up. She had to grip the bed to keep from trying to shove her hips upwards, and it took Tom grinding her new pussy down on Wyn’s face to get her to get started on that one.

She had no idea what she was doing, just following some of the stuff that she had seen in porn. Lick, lap, drag her tongue from one side to the other, from top to bottom. She found the clit and then started focusing on that, and that seemed to get some results. At the very least, Tom started to shiver a bit, pushing down, hunching her hips down against the human’s face.

Wyn almost felt like she was drowning in fox juices, her face drenched in them. If Tom had been productive as a male, then she was just as productive as a female, and she wondered if there was going to be the usual drenching squirt. That would ruin the bed, ruin her, and she didn’t really care.

In fact, it sounded…hot.

She shoved her face right between those furred thighs, all but attacking that pussy with lips and tongue. Tom moaned out loud as she managed to get that clit between her lips, sucking on it the way that she had sucked on his cock over and over again over the course of their relationship. Her cheeks burned as she felt Tom do the same thing to hers, copying her lick for lick, but somehow doing it [i]better.[/i]

That wasn’t fair. That wasn’t fucking fair.

She moaned as she arched her back again, her entire body burning with need. Her heat was growing more by the second, and she didn’t know if it was from something that Tom was doing to her, the desire that she felt for fucking a woman, or something else entirely. The whole thing was just…

It was hot. It was sexy. It was just what she needed.

She spread her legs further, gasping as Tom added in some fingering, one in her ass and two in her pussy. Her eyes rolled back, her licks getting more and more sporadic. She managed to bring one hand up, shoving two fingers in and curling them –

Tom yelped as she managed to find the vixen’s g-spot, rubbing it hard and fast as she nibbled around the clit. Each lick, each little push was getting her boyfriend – girlfriend? – towards the edge, and if she could just claim a partial victory there by getting Tom there first, that would be perfect. Just once, just this once.

A little tease, a little push, a little fierce rub along that cluster of pleasure spots right inside, that little bit more right there –

“NNNNGH!”

And then Tom thrust her hips down, and the vixen came. Came, squirted, and drenched her completely, the waves of forceful juices splashing over her face with such force that she felt like she was being hosed off.

The first blast ran right across her nose, split along the bridge of it. The second across her forehead. The third went down, along her neck and the top of her dress, covering her from the shoulders down to her sternum. The bed was soaked under her, the mattress and the sheets soaking up the stuff that was coming free. The already-strong scent of horny vixen was suddenly a hundred times worse, burning out all other smells in the room.

Wyn gasped for breath between the squirts. Even the weaker ones that came after that were still nothing to sneeze at, one of them filling her mouth and going down her throat, almost going down the wrong tube before she could stop it. She turned her head to the side, feeling the explosive squirts drenching her hair, leaving her a slimy, marked mess.

But.

She had been the one to win this time. She’d gotten Tom to cum before she did. That was something.

Finally, when the waterfall stopped, Tom managed to roll off her. Wyn sat up, coughed, and then wiped some of the slime off her face. She was soaked, alright, her dress all but ruined, and there was no way that she was going to the…party…

She slowly turned to the kitsune, who looked eminently pleased with herself. Wyn crossed her arms.

“That’s not fair.”

“What’s not?”

“You kept me from going to the party.”

“And?”

“And I was looking forward to that. You promised that you’d go dressed up.”

“Actually, I promised that I would dress up. I never promised that I would go to the party with you while dressed up. You just wanted me to.”

She narrowed her eyes. It was…true, though not exactly the truth that she wanted it to be. He had only ever promised to dress up like this for her, not for the college, as a whole, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t dream. And besides, it would have shown them for the sweethearts that they were, that he was really someone that cared for her, rather than just her fetishes pushing her to be with him. She sighed, shaking her head and looking down.

“Damn it.”

“Look on the bright side.”

“What’s that?”

“You got to see me as Tom-chan. Nobody else ever gets to see me like that,” the vixen said, leaning in and giving her an ever so gentle nuzzle to the cheek. “And you know that you’ve been wanting that for the last year.”

“…True.”

“Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“No way.” She shook her head, grinning despite herself. “I might not be able to go to the party, but that doesn’t mean that I want to lose all this.”

“…You like being this messy?”

“I like being [i]yours.[/i]”

That seemed to put Tom on the back foot, for once. She didn’t seem to know what to say to that, and it gave Wyn the option of taking charge. She rolled to the side, and managed to push Tom down on the bed this time, leaning over the vixen and smiling down at her.

“And now…I’m going to see what it’s like to play with your boobs. After all, you play with mine often enough.”

“You sure?”

“Of course.” She smiled, leaning forward as she ran her hands under the large pair. “After all…even if you’re a kitsune and I’m a human…I’m still yours…and you’re still mine.”

She would never let him forget that, and he was the rare kitsune that would agree with her.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: A Japan-obsessed human has some fun with her kitsune boyfriend on Halloween.

Tags: M/F, F/F, Teasing, Transformation, Human, Kitsune, 69, Oral, Squirting, Hyper-Squirting, Musk, TFTG, Breast Growth, Cultural Obsession, Orgasm, Cum, Cunnilingus, Fingering,