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If You Go Down To the Woods Today

(c) Cederwyn Whitefurr

6th February, 2012

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Kalen felt the incredible grasp as it slid off his heavy winter coat, then wrapped its furred fingers around the back of his neck - the warm body pressing itself against his back, the hot breath washing over him and making his gasp. Without warning, he was violently spun about, then slammed back against the door, hard enough to rattle the double glazed windows in their frames - and he tried to scream - but the black furred paws wrapped themselves around his throat, and squeezed down. Kalen stared, at a creature his rational mind refused to accept - as his lungs began burning in his chest.

Holding him forcefully against the door, a five foot six inch tall...fox - human hybrid, glared at him with a look of pure, malicious intent. Its dark russet fur covered what little of the body Kalen could see, a pale white from the underside of the chin and part of the muscular chest - before it disappeared into the human clothing that strained to contain this hybrid's new form. Black gloves covered its arms, almost to its elbows, and Kalen looked down - to see where once human feet had existed - they were now short, black furred feet - distinctly vulpine. As the hybrid glared at Kalen, who clutched helplessly at its paws around his throat, its triangular ears flattened and it snarled - the black muzzle stripe just behind its nose twitching - as it forcibly twisted Kalen's head from one side to the other.

Gurgling, Kalen began striking at the hybrid as best he could, his fists pummelling its chest, and he felt the strong pectoral muscles, before the hybrid growled and as easily as Kalen would throw a stick, it violently threw him half-way across the room, Kalen colliding heavily with the table in the centre of the room - then collapsing to his knees, where he began choking and gasping for breath. As the hybrid tore the human clothing from its form, the cloth tearing and ripping, it threw the clothes away - before advancing on Kalen and once again seizing him by the throat and pulling him upright.

"I should..." Smirked the hybrid, as a cruel smile curled its dewlaps. "Kill you now - but I will not. You showed me kindness - took me in when I was shot...so I'll return the favour - I won't kill you..."

Kalen's mind reeled, his rational self telling him that it was impossible for a creature such as this to exist...this...this half-fox, half-human...it wasn't possible - it... All rational thought was driven from Kalen's mind, as the were-fox snorted and grasped him by the coat collar, lifting him back up as it leaned its muzzle close, then sniffed the terrified Kalen.

"You're afraid of me - " Whispered the were-fox, as it smiled again, its eyes narrowing in anger. "Good..it'll make this all the more..."

Kalen screamed, as the were-fox snapped his head to the side, then Kalen felt the strong canines shearing through flesh and gristle in his throat - seconds later, the hot gushing of blood, as the Werefox began biting deeper, drinking the blood like it was a twenty-five year old scotch. Kalen's knees turned to water, and he wet himself - as shock and fear overcome him, the hot urine running down his left thigh to puddle on the floor beneath him. Keeping its muzzle firmly against Kalen's throat, the were-fox continued to drink, until it grunted in some unknown emotion and pulled its head away - before forcing Kalen's hand up, and pressing it against the agonising wound. Almost disinterested, the were-fox roughly pushed Kalen, making him stagger backwards and land heavily in a chair.

"I'd bandage that wound - " Snorted the hybrid, as it licked a small spot of blood off its furred fingers. "Or you can bleed out...it makes little difference to me."

Barely conscious of what he was doing, Kalen fumbled for anything near at hand, to try and make a crude bandage for his badly injured throat. Already, he felt weak from shock - and he knew if he didn't act quickly - he would lose consciousness and bleed out in minutes - whilst this...this thing...stood by impassively and watched him die.

*

Kalen managed to bind the wound, at least temporarily, and he sat in shocked horror, watching the were-fox who stared back at him, its dark green eyes seemingly sparkling with mischievous intent.

"What am I?" Asked the Werefox, raising an eyebrow slowly, as it looked at Kalen, who remained staring - unable to pull his eyes away. "I'm a were-fox..pure-blood actually - as you see - half human, half vulpine...and I got to commend you...most humans by now - are just gibbering idiots - or dead..."

With a shrug, the were-fox sat itself on Kalen's bed, and looked casually around, before involuntarily twitching and placing a paw against its lower back.

"You..."

"Yes, you're observant - " Snarled the Werefox, as he grunted and twitched. "I've been shot - the bullet is still inside me, and if I don't get it out - well - I don't think you'll like me very much...if I get angry...."

Kalen shook his head, then winced as his own injuries sent shock-waves of pain lancing through his body.

"I...you...you can't...you're not real...." Kalen moaned, his eyes widening as fear began to overtake him.

"Not real am I?" Snorted the were-fox in distaste. "Shall I tear your throat out here and now? Will that make me seem more...real...to you? I'm very much real...now shut up...you're making me angry...and I need...I need to get this bullet out..."

Rising, it walked across to the small kitchen, where it began pulling open drawers and scattering contents off the shelves, before it found a small, sharp knife. Looking with disgust at the knife, the were-fox sighed and began knocking over objects in a fit of rage, until it found a broken mirror - its paw reaching out for it...then pausing and its muzzle curled in distaste, as it pulled its paw back and twisted itself around, so it could glance over its shoulder. Taking the knife in one hand, it bit down on a dish cloth, as it used its free paw to feel across its back, then an involuntary gasp escaped it - its furred fingers trailing over the injury and sending agony searing throughout its body.

Kalen felt sick to his stomach, wether it was through blood loss, fear or shock, and he didn't watch - but was powerless to stop himself from hearing, as the were-fox bit down on the dish cloth and began a crude surgery on itself. Its cries of pain and writhing motions were unmistakable, as it plunged the knife into its own back, sawing at the flesh and fur, before it dropped the knife and awkwardly pushed three fingers into the freely bleeding wound. Its eyes squeezed closed, and it screamed again and again, forcing its fingers deeper and deeper, until it finally found the bullet and pulled it out - dropping it from its bloodied fingers, onto the floor with a dull click. Kalen shuddered, smelling the scent of blood filling the cabin, as the were-fox tore the undershirt it had worn as a human, into crude padding, then used a shirt, to make a bandage of sorts.

"Gods that hurt...." Gasped the were-fox, as it blinked away its salty tears and shuddered, panting heavily.

Kalen cringed into the chair as best he could, realising how dangerously fragile this Werefox's hold on rational sanity was - and the slightest noise or movement could make it react instinctively - which would probably be a cruel and violent end for Kalen. Tightening the makeshift bandage around its furred waist, the were-fox turned its dark, soulless eyes on Kalen, before it snorted and sat back on the edge of the bed.

"Please...try - " smiled the were-fox slyly, as it seen Kalen twitch - almost as if it read his mind, that Kalen would try for the knife - or something else.

With a sniffle, Kalen froze into immobility, as the were-fox twitched and glared at him, its look a mixture of hate, hunger - and something much worse.

"So..." it spoke, seemingly innocently, but Kalen heard the veiled menace in its barely-human voice. "What shall I call you...slave? Pet? - oh, don't misunderstand...you're mine now human - well, you will be...wether you like it or not. Oh...that's right - I don't exist - I'm some nightmare you're having, aren't I? Lycanthrope's don't really..."

Kalen screamed, as without warning, the Werefox moved with a frightening speed, then placed both paws on Kalen's shoulders and violently thrust him back against the chair - the furred fingers digging painfully into Kalen's shoulders.

"How about now..." Whispered the were-fox, as it breathed against Kalen's left ear. "Believe in me yet?"

"Please...please don't...don't kill me - " Kalen wept, unable to do anything else, for fear this creature would kill him without a second thought - or even - without a first thought.

Releasing Kalen, the were-fox snorted and twisted away, its thick brush of a tail swishing from side to side.

"Kill you? Oh, you humans do think such petty...lowly thoughts. If I wanted to kill you - you'd be dead already! Why would I want to kill you? Hmm? Your blood...as enjoyable as it is - well - its no human girl child virgin...but it...for the moment - is acceptable. Besides...why kill my new play thing? Oh, there's so much you have to learn my new slave...so much - and I wonder, just how long it will take - to make you bend your knee before me, and obey me? Hmm? A day? A week? I do not think it'll take long...no, not long at all - "

Kalen could only stare in horror, watching as the Werefox threw its head back, and uttered a cruel, vindictive laugh...

*

Lying on the bed, Kalen gurgled and trembled, his body soaked with sweat as he tossed and turned, a virulent fever wracking his weak and exhausted body. For three days, he had first felt symptoms; a dry, irritated throat, then his sinuses began to excrete a thick, glue-like mucus, his eyes became almost filled with constant tears from the over-productive tear ducts - and as the symptoms grew worse, he began to quiver helplessly. Day after day, his fever grew worse and worse, whilst his captor watched on with particular interest - often commenting on how he enjoyed watching his new slave suffering...

It was the fifth day of his enforced captivity, when Kalen screamed hoarsely, his voice a bare croak, as he felt his skin beginning to itch intolerably. It was as if thousands of ants were crawling beneath his flesh, and he thrashed and moaned helplessly, scratching at his skin until he had scratched the flesh raw, the fine capillaries screaming as the salt from his sweat electrified the already traumatised nerves.

Without warning, he began to writhe and his body convulsed, as it began to spasm out of control. Sitting upright, the Werefox blinked, then smiled sadistically, as he rested his paws on his knees and began watching with interest. Kalen screamed and screamed and screamed, until his voice finally broke, and only weak moans escaped him - his hands writhing in unimagined agony - but he forced himself to look - and he saw a dark shadow rippling beneath the skin. As he watched in horror, a dark fur sprouted from his hands, running like melting wax up his wrists, forearms and ending at his elbows. His fingers burned like he'd touched a hot stove, as they lengthened and twisted - black paw-pads appearing where his fingertips once were, spreading quickly down his fingers and across his palms - until the resembled the Werefox's own paws.

"No...this..." Kalen shrieked, his eyes widening in terror as he felt his body beginning its transformation.

"Can't be real? Oh, believe me, my dear slave..its quite real..." Snickered the Werefox, as he continued watching the excruciating transformation.

Kalen bucked and writhed, consumed with the unending torture, his body crackling as bones snapped and reconfigured themselves, a pale fur spreading from his chin to his groin - his jaw muscles twitching and rippling like melting wax - as a long muzzle forced itself from his human face, his feet twisting and growing shorter - toes broadening and forming distinctive vulpine attributes, the black fur erupting from the toes and swiftly spreading up to his knees. His back arched inwards, as he transformation took a stronger hold, a long tail growing from the tail bone - seconds later, he felt the fur sweep from base to tip, the heavy tail filling out in mere seconds. His human ears snapped and twisted, reconfiguring themselves into short, triangular ears almost on top of his head, the fine hairs twitching in the breeze as his hearing grew in intensity. He felt even his teeth grinding and reshaping themselves, until sharp canines spread from his eye teeth, his new muzzle lengthening and broadening slightly - as a rich golden-brown fur spread from his black nose, then up over his head, neck, back and ended at the black socks on his shins.

Nothing was saved from the agonising transformation, as his human scrotum grew heavier, a pale creamy fur sprouting over it - and his penis vanished into a long, furred sheath, as the Werefox watched with interest - his new slave being transformed before his very eyes. A black muzzle stripe stretched from nostrils to just below each eye, and Kalen clasped his new muzzle in his paws, and uttered a piercing scream of unimaginable suffering - before he crumpled to the floor, unconscious before his new body hit...

*

He was cruelly awoken by the Werefox, who wrapped a paw around Kalen's new bushy tail and yanked savagely - making Kalen utter a scream that was more animal cry, than human - tears squirting from his eyes and running down his furred cheeks.

"Get up - or I'll tear your brush of a tail off and shove it up your ass - " Snarled the Werefox.

Kalen clutched at the bed with his paws, then through incredible effort, he managed to pull himself to his knees, where he lay half on, half off the bed, panting heavily - before the Werefox snorted and violently threw him back onto the floor, Kalen's head cracking against the wooden floor with a loud crunch.

"Again - do it right this time!" His captor snarled.

"Please...I...I can't - " Kalen whined piteously, as he rolled over onto his belly, gazing up at the Werefox.

"Can't - or won't?" Shrieked the Werefox, and sank his black furred foot into Kalen's belly, making him buckle and scream. "Now get up - or gods help me - I'll make you regret it!"

Kalen again clutched at the bed, using his paws to push against it, as he forced himself to his unsteady foot paws, wobbling uncertainly on his new toe pads. He'd never stood as a Werefox before, and with only a tiny fraction of the foot to stand on, he found balancing difficult. Suddenly, the Werefox grabbed Kalen's tail and cruelly pulled it up over his back, making him clutch the bed sheets and squeal in pain.

"Better - " Snorted the Werefox, as he felt over Kalen's back, then down each thigh with one paw, using the other to keep a painful grasp on Kalen's tail. "Oh, stop snivelling - you think me holding you by the tail hurts? I haven't even begun to hurt you yet...you're my slave - you understand? I can do to you as I like..and you will obey me! You even think of disobeying - and I'll teach you that such behaviour will not be acceptable...."

Grasping Kalen by the furred scrotum, the Werefox squeezed and a white-hot lance of pain streaked up Kalen's spine, making him throw his head back and shriek, his cries almost rattling the glass in the windows.

"What did I just say?" Snarled the Werefox, then yanked Kalen's tail even higher, forcing him onto his toe tips.

"Please - no more!" Kalen screamed, clawing at the sheets on the bed with his black furred paws.

"Stop crying slave - " Snapped the irritated Werefox, as he slid a hand up Kalen's belly, then grasped his firm sheath. "My...quite a fox...aren't we?"

Kalen forced himself to silence, yet he could not stop the shivering that ran through his body - his mind overwhelmed with senses he had never imagined - and the very real threat this Werefox posed. Kalen knew he was defenceless, the agony from his twisted tail making him sick to his stomach - but he knew he was powerless to resist. Whatever this cruel, vindictive lycanthrope had planned - Kalen knew at least temporarily - he was powerless to stop him. This older lycan was stronger, faster, and possessed of a cruelty streak, Kalen had never imagined possible.

"Listen well, my little slave - " Hissed the Werefox as he leant over Kalen's back and breathed into Kalen's back-swept ears. "Obey your master - me - and I will...reward you well. Disobey, or try to resist me...and I'll make your suffering legendary - even amongst our kind. Do you understand? Nod once for yes - twice for no...and I pray - for your sake...you understand...."

"Yes..." Kalen whimpered piteously.

With a snarl, the Werefox yanked Kalen's tail again, sending new excruciation coursing up his spine.

"Did I tell you to speak slave?" Snarled the enraged Werefox, as he forced Kalen even further onto the bed, his weight almost pressing Kalen into the mattress.

Nodding twice, Kalen was unable to scream - his muzzle forced into a pillow that threatened to suffocate him. With a satisfied grunt, the Werefox grinned behind Kalen's back and pulled Kalen's muzzle out of the pillow - then slid his paw down to caress Kalen's left hip.

"Now...you're learning - this is a good start..."

Kalen squirmed, biting his lower lip and tasting the salty blood, as fresh tears began to course down his muzzle, as he hung his head submissively - hoping to win favour with his new master by doing as he was told - anything - anything, to stop the pain the Werefox was causing him. Kalen blinked, as he felt the Werefox's right paw switched with his left - then the paw was thrust against Kalen's furred lips.

"Go on...slave - lick my paw pads - lick them, until my paw is dripping in saliva..."

Kalen squeezed his eyes closed, and hesitantly began using his long, supple tongue - flicking it over, around and between the Werefox's furred fingers - then starting on the paw pads. His captor kept a tight grasp on Kalen's tail, every so often, giving it a cruel tweak - to remind Kalen of who was the dominant of the two foxes. Kalen obeyed without question - praying silently to whatever god would listen - that this nightmare would end...or he'd wake up, which-ever happened first.

When the Werefox was satisfied, he demanded Kalen stop, then withdrew his paw, leaving Kalen coughing and gagging, a few loose hairs of the Werefox tickling the back of his throat. Kalen heard, rather than felt, the Werefox doing something behind his back - there there was the soft, almost squelching sound directly behind him. Kalen's ears flicked backwards, then he was cruelly cuffed over the back of the head - his owner snarling at him and forcing Kalen to turn his attention back to the pillow before his muzzle. Again and again, the disturbing sound came, before Kalen's terrified mind realised what it was...the Werefox was beginning to masturbate himself...right behind Kalen.

No...no...he can't...he won't... Kalen's mind screamed silently within his head, every imagined fear coming to life, then his mind began conjuring sickening images - almost taking a perverted pleasure in displaying them to the frightened Kalen.

"Oh..." Whispered the Werefox huskily, as he stroked himself quicker and quicker. "Oh yes...yes...very...very soon....my new slave...very...oh..."

Kalen shrieked, as the Werefox's paws grasped his nape, pushing his head deep into the pillow - before Kalen screamed and felt the first tentative thrusting of the aroused Werefox behind him - his left paw holding the base of his penis - guiding it with shaking paws against Kalen's virginal sphincter.

"No...no...please - please not that...please!" Kalen screamed, clawing at the mattress beneath the sheets.

As the Werefox snickered and then paused - barely touching Kalen's tightly puckered anus - he grunted and placed both paws firmly on Kalen's hips - then without any warning, he began thrusting aggressively, forcing himself inside his screaming victim's anal passage. Further and further, the saliva wet Werefox's phallus forced itself - as he threw his head back and shrieked in animal lust and pleasure - Kalen screaming breathlessly into the pillow - the tears which now spurted from his tear-ducts - were copious and full - as his new master began bucking his hips harder and harder - forcing himself deeper with each thrust - determined to make his new slave his new sexual plaything...the fact his slave was a male, made no difference - this Werefox liked both genders equally well - and he felt his knot beginning to form at the base of his shaft, the tightening sheath stretching as the knot began to swell and grow. With a quick series of hip thrusts, he pushed his groin as hard against Kalen's unwilling buttocks as he could - before there was the sensation of the Werefox's knot being violently pushed in - and the Werefox grasped Kalen's hips and began pounding like a feral fox and a vixen. Kalen knew pain beyond anything he had ever imagined - feeling the knot swelling within his tight anus - and knowing his were-fox master would soon tie him...making the agony all the more pronounced.

To Be Continued...