Changes - Part 1.1
Changes
Part 1.1
by Dego
Author's Note: This is a very long story about a fox. If you're not interested in sitting in for the long run, don't read it and don't give me a bad vote. The story is split into 10 sections and numbered 1.0, 1.1, 1.2... and so on. I will post a new section each day. Please enjoy.
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The drive was uneventful, save for one conversation. On the second day of driving, after the family had taken a rest stop at a hotel, Charlie's father struck up a conversation. He looked in the rearview mirror to see if Charlie was awake, and seeing that he was, said, "Charlie, we need to talk about this." Keeping his vow of silence, Charlie didn't respond but raised his eyes to meet his dad's in the mirror.
"I know we've told you that this is about my work..." Charlie scoffed but his dad continued, "but it's about you too. We've looked into schools and found a great junior high for you."
Breaking his vow, Charlie angrily retorted, "So?"
Entering the discussion, Charlie's mom said, "So you'll have a chance for a fresh start, and new friends."
"I don't want..."
His mom cut him off. "I understand that, Charlie. But Zeke and Brian are both a year younger than you, and wouldn't have been able to join you in high school anyway."
Charlie knew his mom was right, but grunted and sat back into his seat with his arms folded. His dad added, "This is the way it is, Charlie. It's too late to take it back. You might as well make the best of it and stop pouting."
"I am not pouting!" Charlie retorted, knowing that it was a very kittish thing for a high school age fox to do.
Charlie's parents were silent. The conversation was over, and Charlie just simmered in his seat until he fell asleep.
On the fourth and last day of driving, when Charlie had grown bored of his handheld gaming systems and read all he wanted to of his books, he took some thinking time for himself. He was over the pain of leaving, and decided then and there that he would take his dad's advice to make the best of things. "Maybe I'll meet my new best friend there." He thought to himself.
Charlie and his family arrived at their new home with only a few weeks of summer vacation remaining. Much to Charlie's dismay, he spent most of that time helping his family unpack and move in, rather than exploring his new neighborhood.
However, Charlie did have nights to himself. On the first night in his new home, Charlie simply fell into bed exhausted, but the second night was a different story.
Looking around his room at the multitude of partially unpacked moving boxes reminded Charlie of the incident with the mover husky at his old house. He recalled that rush of feeling when the husky pawed his groin, and wanted to experience that again. He slid his paw underneath the blanket, into his boxer shorts, and onto his little foxy penis. A feeling of excitement struck Charlie as he gently manipulated himself under the covers. He felt as his sheath retracted and his penis in full glory ended up in his paw. He used his fingers to examine the feeling and began to get more vigorous. Fingers changed to a full paw as Charlie gripped and stroked. He started to feel a rush of pleasure which intensified with his stroking. It was wonderful. Charlie couldn't think of anything else but the here and now. He pulled off his little boxers to witness the act, and stroked his little penis faster than he thought possible. Minutes later Charlie spooged onto his stomach and moaned with contentment. "Wow, that was great." he whispered. He laid back with a sigh and stared at the mess he had made. Weirdly, it put a smile on his face and gave him a sense of accomplishment. He didn't completely understand what had come out, but he liked it nonetheless. After watching his penis retract back into his sheath, Charlie took a tissue from his nightstand, cleaned up the spooge on his belly, tossed the crumpled tissue under his bed, and rolled over to go to sleep.
Much of the rest of summer vacation was spent in much the same way, with Charlie working during the day and playing at night. After a few nights, he even realized the wonderful excitement of sliding his penis into his pillowcase and pumping. However, Charlie did take one day off from work and play to celebrate his 13th birthday with his family at an arcade, an ice cream joint, the movies, and other places foxes love, but summer eventually came to a sad end and Charlie went to bed on the last night of freedom with his bookbag full of new supplies leaning against his bedroom wall. As he lay in bed, he felt his sheath and considered playing with it one last time before he committed himself to the hell junior high was reputed to be. He didn't feel like it, so he just turned off his lamp and pulled up the covers. Nervous as he was though, Charlie felt optimistic about making new friends as he drifted off to sleep.