“It’s almost like you live alone. Why don’t you come out of your room from time to time?” 

“Books aren’t going to help you make friends, why don’t you try and get outside more?” 

Seth knew his parents meant well, but they just never understood him. It continued to become more and more apparent as he grew up. He was already eleven, but he had never brought home a friend, never stayed over at someone’s house, no one sent him letters. Talking to people scared him, and now, even his parents, the few people he felt comfortable talking to, were tiring to be around. He had nearly perfect grades in school, his magic was coming along faster than anyone else’s. Why weren’t they happy with him? 

He rolled over in his bed, looking up at the ceiling that his parents had decorated with glow in the dark stars and planets. Their pale, almost alien green glow softly illuminated the otherwise dark room. He wished he could join those stars in space sometimes. Just drift among the cosmos, alone like he wanted. Looking towards the window, he saw that the moon was especially bright, and shone a pale, but clearly distinguishable blue. Something clicked in his brain, an old ritual he’d read in one of the many books that lined the bookshelves of his room. He scrambled out of bed and reached into his desk to grab a set of chalk. 

He had an impressive memory, able to draw the intricate circle on a blackboard laid across the floor entirely from memory. All he had to do was focus, and wish. Supposedly, a spirit would come and accompany him for the night. Maybe he could use them to practice talking to people so he could make some friends at school. And if all else fails, he’ll at least have someone to keep him company for a few hours. 

The summoning circle glowed, a blinding light filled the room, and when it faded, a small white fox stood on the blackboard. His eyes were the most striking part about him aside from his arctic white fur. They were bright red, and almost looked like they glowed in the low light of his room. They were also totally nude, Seth realized. Even if the young goat was only dressed in a pair of tighty whities, he still had something on to cover himself. 

“O-Oh, I didn’t think that would work…” Seth said quietly. 

The fox smiled at him and stepped closer to him. Seth realized he was staring at the other male’s nudeness and snapped his eyes up to the fox’s mesmerizing red gaze. 

“You summoned me? You’re just a kid.” The spirit said. 

“So are you!” Seth countered, gesturing to his small, young body. 

“I’m a spirit, I’m far older than you think. What is it you want? The secrets to my magic? Do you need someone blown up or something? Mortals always summon me for the same stuff, so go on and tell me.” He said. 

“I-I just wanted a friend for the night.” Seth stammered. 

The fox’s ears perked up for a moment, and after a soft chuckle, he drew closer to the goat. His hands cupped his cheeks, forcing him to look into his eyes as he brought his muzzle closer to Seth’s. 

“A friend, huh? Just a friend?” He teased. 

Seth had no idea what he was talking about, until he realized with a start that he was pitching a tent in his underwear. The cub hurriedly covered himself with his hands, his white cheeks suddenly turning bright crimson. 

“Y-Yes! Just a friend…” Seth said. 

The fox giggled, dragging a finger slowly down Seth’s exposed chest, over his soft, pudgy belly, and down to the waistline of his underwear. He hovered there for a moment, teasing, threatening to move lower, until he hooked the waistline of his tighty whities and pulled them down. 

Seth didn’t move, too embarrassed and aroused to resist as the spirit he summoned undressed him. His dick was fully erect by the time his underwear was pulled off. The small, but rock hard erection rested against his pudge, throbbing in the open air. 

“W-What’re you doing? You’re not-” He began to say before the spirit wrapped his fingers around his dick. 

Seth squeaked, his entire body jolting with pleasure as the warmth of another person’s hand wrapped around his dick for the first time. He just groaned, and whimpered as the fox’s small hand stroked his throbbing erection. 

“I’m doing what you summoned me to do, duh.” The fox said nonchalantly. 

His hand began to pump along Seth’s member, making the young, inexperienced goat shudder as new sensations flowed through him. The whole time, the fox looked into his eyes, watching him, slowly drawing closer. The fox’s lips pressed against his, and though he had no idea what he was doing, he pushed back. As clumsy as the kiss was, the fox’s tender kisses and the sensation of his tongue sliding into his mouth were heavenly to Seth. The broader canine tongue felt odd in his mouth at first, but he soon melted into the kiss, spilling pre all over the swell of his belly. 

His first kiss, first handjob, it was all too much for the little goat. His dick throbbed and pulsed erratically in the fox’s hand, his breaths slowly growing more labored and heavy. 

“S-Something’s...  wrong…” Seth panted out. 

“Nothing’s wrong, you’re just close. Here.” The spirit pulled his hand away, leaving Seth pulsing in the open air, spilling pre-cum down his shaft. 

Seth whined, feeling disappointed before he felt intense warmth surround his dick. Hot, wet warmth, and the feeling of the fox’s canine tongue swathing over his entire dick. He bleated out and came right on the spot, gasping and moaning out as his balls pulled closer to his body. His orgasm wasn’t very voluminous, but to Seth, it was enough to completely drain him. 

The spirit swallowed his meager load easily, and pulled his head away. The goat was slumped on the floor, panting, flaccid dick resting against his thigh. The fox lifted him easily, laying him back onto his bed before sliding into it next to him. 

When Seth finally came to, he was surprised to feel not just the warmth of his blankets, but silky soft fur pressing against his back, and a pair of arms holding him tightly. He heard soft, steady breaths of someone sleeping behind him, and he realized that the spirit was still there, keeping his end of the pact. He smiled to himself, a bit bittersweet that he knew that the fox would disappear by morning. He took in the warm, distinctly fox scent that surrounded him, and fell asleep, warmed by the fox’s bodyheat.