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I’m resting in my temporary room trying to sort my thoughts. It’s only been a two nights since I was bitten, but it feels as though years have passed. My neck is still sore and there is still that burning sensation where Jason’s teeth pierced the skin. He said that it will fade with time, but for the time being it is still as strong as ever. There are no windows in this room, though I know it is night time. They say it’s for my own safety, but I know that it’s to keep me in control. I am still unable to control myself when exposed to the moon. I am a danger to myself and, even worse, to those around me. The memories of that night are so vivid, yet I cannot remember anything specific besides the feeling of absolute ecstasy.
I know Jason ended the night worse for wear, but he does not seem to hold it against me.
“Sometimes that is what happens when someone just transforms. You aren’t the first and you won’t be the last.” He said. I love that he presents things blatantly. He is not pretending what happened didn’t hurt him in the least. He is saying that it happened, it hurt, it’s over; it’s time to move on.
I sigh as I pull together what has happened. I was unconscious for the entire first day, and the second day they let me see the moon before quickly removing me from its light. There were so many urges I felt: to run, to fight, to mate, to live. I want to feel them again.
*Knock, knock*
My thoughts cease at the sound of the knock. Ears perked I begin to move my way to the door. I take a deep breath and mentally prepare myself. ‘Breath in, breath out. You can do this, Buck.’ I think.
‘You have been throu—‘
The wrapping repeats, this time, a little louder.
“Buck? You in there?” asks a recognizable voice. I open the door and see Jason standing with a slight smirk, but with worry in his eyes. “How’re you feeling?”
“I don’t know. I don’t feel different.” I reply. My ears drop back. My fur is the russet color normally associated with shyness or nervousness...or submissive. It hasn’t turned black since that night. “Am I doing something wrong? I know I made a mess when I got to see the moon last night. I’m really sorry for that.”
“Don’t be.” Jason laughs, “That was nothing. Especially compared to your transformation.” My ears somehow sink even lower. So he quickly adds, “Really, I’m fine. Stop worrying about it.” He does a little turn around showing me his sculpted body. His shapely buttocks concealed not well enough by the jeans. I’m sure he notices me looking, because he gives a slight lift of the tail and a little shake. I smile a bit. “See?” he says, “Fine. It’s about time I got to see you smile again.” I pull my ears up a bit and try to swish my tail.
‘Loosen up, Buck.’ I silently encourage myself.
“Yep, just relax.” Jason jovially chimes. I swear he can read minds. “Anyways, I’m here for more than to give you a show. We need to start training you.”
“Training?” I ask. My ears perk a bit more. “What do you mean?”
“Now that you have been transformed, there is no going back. You need to learn to control every aspect of you who and what you are now. Notice that I do not transform under the full moon, and I can during the day?”
To prove his point, his body begins to grow. His muscles bulge out, looking like they might rip out of his skin. The jeans are ripped to pieces in a matter of seconds. Destroyed beyond repair. I look up into his maw as he now towers a few feet above me. Under normal circumstances, I am actually taller than him, but there is no contest right now. How breath brushes over me as he smiles with teeth like nails. “At a whim, I can change. Notice also that I can speak and keep my wits while like this. This all will require lots of practice and hard work to master.” Noticing my tail is plastered between my legs and my hands are fidgeting, he smiles and begins to shrink. The hair that grows to almost shaggy lengths recedes back to its normal trim, groomed look. The jeans, however, are not so lucky. So now there is a gorgeous werefox standing starker in front of me. Sheath and balls plainly visible. “So now you need to train, too.”
“How do I start?” I inquire. ‘Stop staring at his dick, Buck.’ I look up. “I don’t know where to begin.”
“That’s where I come in. We can start in an hour. Tonight, you will learn about the art of mating.”
Now that, catches me off guard.
“Mating?!?” I choke out. “But I- uh- It’s not- well. I mean, I’ve done that before. A few times before you honestly.” I am still struggling to rein my thoughts in. And I’m absolutely sure he is standing to give me the best view of his crotch possible.
Jason smiles. “You know nothing yet. All of your senses are heightened now. That includes touch, feel, smell, and even taste. Mating will be a completely different sensation from this point on. It will forever change your view of it. Sex, for a werefox, is more than any non-lycanthrope can conceive.”
Yeah, my fur is not going to be black tonight. That, I am sure of.
“Anyways, I need to be off. I am leading the hunt tonight.” Jason says, beginning to turn.
“Wait!” I exclaim. “What about tonight?”
“Tonight, “ He says, “You will be training with someone else.”
With that, he takes off, his tail swishing behind him.
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Part 2:
‘Not Jason!?!’ My mind is complete chaos. ‘What am I going to do?!?’
I’m already extremely shy and it took me a very long time to begin to relax with Jason. He was very patient. I had done it before, but it is always amazingly difficult for me with someone new.
‘I can’t do it! I’m going to mess up! I’ll embarrass myself! I’ll do something stupid!’
*Knock, Knock*
I freeze. ‘It’s him. Just walk forward and tell him you can’t. Deep Breaths.’
I go and open the door and begin speaking before fully opening it.
“I’m so sorry but I just don’t---“ Then I see him. Orange and white fur cover his very well-toned body. Moving my gaze up to his face I see his muzzle and golden eyes gazing back at me. Moving to my eye level, I see he has a cute little tuft of brown hair sitting between his ears. He is a bit shorter than Jason, and a decent amount shorter than me. He also is not nearly as buff as Jason, but the muscles still are well defined. There is not an ounce of fat on his body. I try to continue what I was saying while looking into that mesmerizing gaze.
“I, uh. Um, was trying to, um…” I trail off. ‘Smooth, Buck’ I’m completely frozen. He smiles up at me and his eyes display nothing but kindness.
“Hello, Buck. My name is Werefox Aries. You can just call me Werefox. Jason said that I will be training you tonight.” His voice is very soothing. I almost melt right there.
“I…I just…I’m not sure if I can…” I stammer.
“I understand. It can be very tough right after you have been infected. And it will indeed be a process before you will feel completely comfortable. But I can assure you that you have nothing to worry about. Tonight will just be you and me. Trust me, it will be wonderful. Would you care to join me?” He outstretches an arm.
He could have told me I he was going to carve me up and bury me alive and I still would have followed him. We make our way through a series of hallways and eventually end in a room with a large, comfy-looking chair. He shuts the door behind us and makes his way over to the seat. Sitting down, he gestures for me to join him. As I sit next to him, I try to leave some space. Apparently, that was the wrong thing to do because he quickly pulls me to him and begins kissing my neck.
“Just enjoy this. Let me do the work.” He says, speaking directly into my neck fur.
He brings his mouth up to mine and pulls me in for a deep passionate kiss. I kiss back, but know that I am still rigid and awkward. He pulls away and looks into my eyes.
“I’m so sorry.” I apologize. “I’m just really awkward and don’t like being touched.”
He smiles. “It’s okay. You are shy. I can see that. I think I have just the solution. How about a little mood lighting?” His smile gets a little slyer as he presses a button allowing the roof to open slightly. Moonlight makes its way down to where we are sitting.
“NOOOOO!!!” I scream. “I transform and hurt you!” I start to get up when he pulls me close for a hug and speaks into my ear.
“It’s okay. You are alright. The moonlight isn’t direct.” His voice is soothing and I allow myself to calm down a bit. “The light will be enough to trigger some instincts, but not enough for an untrained werefox to transform.”
Now I have begun to completely relax. The moonlight seems so natural. I can almost feel it bringing out emotions I didn’t know I had. Stirring some of the most basic instincts. I look down at werefox’s sheath and see a pink head peaking is way out. The reaction is almost immediate. I want to be closer to him. I want to be one with him. My own sheath begins to warm as my member pushes its way out into the open air. The moonlight shines down on us as I look into Werefox’s eyes. His golden gaze hypnotizes me as we meet again for a kiss. Never has anything felt so right. I don’t want to end this moment, but oxygen eventually triumphs over desire and we break apart. Both of us are now full erect and I go reach down to touch his member. I can feel the warmth radiating off it as I begin to stroke. The sound I elicit from him guarantees that I will continue, but I know we both want more.
I stand up and position myself on top of his lap. With his guiding paws, I slowly lower myself onto him; allowing his member to push up inside me. We both moan as more and more of him enters. The feeling is complete bliss. The only thing that mattered is him, me, and the moonlight. He begins to pull out, only to push back in. The slow and rhythmic pumping of his hips is sending me to nirvana. Each drive pressures my prostate in just the way to make me feel like I will explode. He begins to pick up the speed a bit. His erection pushes in and out as I feel a swelling at the base of his cock. Right now, all I want is him. Nothing else matters. He is now driving his hips with a real force, sending us both into the clouds. We are moaning in unison as he works his magic on me. Suddenly I feel some warmth on my chest as his tongue begins to swirl around my nipple. The sensation is beyond amazing and elicits a slight squeak from me. As if that wasn’t enough, I feel a hand grasp onto my hardness and begin to rub up and down. The confliction between wanting the moment to last and wanting to feel the sweet release was intense, but it looks like he was going to make the decision for us.
Pumping full throttle, his swollen knot was pressuring my hole, but I put as much weight as I can on it. The growl I get in response says it all. With a final push and a slight pop, he is completely inside me and we are locked together. Rocking back and forth in passion, his hand succeeds in his mission as wave after wave of seed spurts from my now-spent dick, covering his paw. Keeping his hand locked around it, he continues to rub until every last drop has escaped, leaving me sore with contentment.
During my climax, he slowed down a bit, so I push his hand off my member, moving it to my hip, and tighten my grip around the base of his knot. Instantly understanding, He begins to thrust as much as he can, despite us being tied. It does not take long before I feel his warmth filling me from the inside as he releases his load in my innards.
We both collapse backwards. Him resting on the chair and me on him. Both panting from the afterglow, I see him reach over and shuts the moon roof. Even with the moonlight gone, I am still completely happy and even comfortable in his arms. I look back at him to see him smiling up at me.
“That was amazing!” I breathe. “I can’t even describe it.”
He chuckles at that. “There are no words to describe it. But for now, we can use heavenly.”
His knot is still plenty swollen and I am beginning to be tired. I like the feeling of him still inside me. It would be so nice to just fall asleep here and now.
“This chair reclines into a bed if you are interested.” He murmurs.
“FUCK!” I exclaim, “Can all werefoxes read minds?”
I get another laugh at that. “Perhaps, but I believe that is another lesson.”
He pulls a lever to set the chair into a comfortable position, turning his body so that we lay on our sides. Keeping his arms around me, we settle down for the night.
“Will you be here when I wake up?” I ask hazily. Pushing back against him to be as close as possible.
“Of course.” Replies Werefox. Stroking my fur lovingly. “But now, let’s just get some rest.”
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