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On the outside Tom seemed like your average high school senior. He wasn't one of the popular kids, but he sure wasn't the one to get picked on every second of the day. Tom was a wolf, he wasn't particularly tall, or particularly muscular for that matter, but he wasn't overweight either. You might say he looked pretty average. The only thing that seemed out of place was his long hair, a hair that looked remarkably well kept for an 18 year old wolf boy. The reason for the well kept ness of Tom's hair however, was anything but ordinary. In the weekends Tom wasn't content with being just Tom, your average wolf, no, in the weekends Tom was Kimberly, an anything but average looking female wolf.

On Kimberly the long hair didn't look out of place, especially not in the pony-tail she liked to wear it. Kimberly was good looking, no, Kimberly was great looking. She had an ample chest, all down to Tom's use of fake implants, and she had long dark brown hair, matching her deep brown eyes. Of course that brown hair matched Tom's brown eyes as well, but somehow it didn't seem to get noticed as often as Kimberly's did.

Most weekends Tom would dress up as Kimberly and go out. She had a couple of places downtown that she liked to frequent during the weekends, some of them she was steadily becoming a regular, soon able to skip the queue at the entrance, and, as an added bonus, receive a quick rump swat by one of the doormen. Usually Kimberly would dance in one of the clubs for a couple of hours, get a couple of drinks and flirt a bit with some of the male guests of the establishment, often resulting in more drinks for her. She would however usually make up some excuse for them when they started to expect her going with them. Kimberly didn't really feel ready to tell anybody else about her weekend dress up, and having to deal with any consequences.

This weekend however, Tom had decided, was going to be different. This weekend, if all went according to plan, Kimberly was going to loose her virginity, at least to something other than the toy she had lying around at home. When Kimberly walked into her favorite club that evening, she was nervous, wondering, "How would it go? How would it be? Would he hit her?" Her nervousness had been showing, resulting in the bouncer giving her rump a reassuring squeeze in addition to the usual swat. The first couple of hours, everything went as usual, Kimberly danced, at first alone, but soon followed by some random fox, who was nothing like her type. She did however let him buy her a drink before excusing herself and going to the bathroom, careful that when she returned, she would be able to avoid him, without having to deal with any drama.

As Kimberly walked out of the bathroom however, she soon forgot about the fox. What met her eyes was the most handsome wolf she had ever seen. From what she could see his chest was perfect, his tummy looked muscular and his arms strong, and to top it off, he had a sweet and inviting face, with a pair of deep blue eyes that Kimberly very nearly drowned in then and there. And, to make matters harder for Kimberly, he was walking in her direction, his gaze focused intently on the wolfess. "Allow me to buy you a drink?" He asked, as he got to her, casually placing an arm around her waist, as if he knew that she wouldn't object. Kimberly could do nothing but nod slightly, as she let him lead her to the bar, ordering a beer for himself and, after looking at Kimberly for a second, a white russian for her. He paid for the drinks and, picking up his beer and still with his arm around her waist, led the two of them to an empty booth in the corner of the club. "So, what's a pretty little thing, such as yourself, doing in a place like this all alone?" The wolf asked, his arms still around her, but before she had a chance to answer he continued: "I'm Jake by the way." He smiled at her, a smile that could make icebergs melt. She blushed, and whispered: "I'm Kimberly, Kim amongst friends. And I'm just out getting a drink, and relaxing a bit." Jake extended his free paw, "Nice to meet you Kim," he said as she shook his paw, "so how do you normally use your days, when not attracting attention in clubs?" He added, smiling, his paw moving ever so discreetly down, giving her rump a soft squeeze. Kimberly let out a low yelp at the sudden squeeze, but didn't move away from his paw, somehow it felt right on her tush. "I'm a high school senior," she answered, smiling shyly, "and you Jake?" She somehow managed to add without just cuddling into his arms and sniffing his chest. "Oh, I'm in construction." He answered quickly, "That's how you get these." He grinned and flexed the arm not around her, showing off quite a bit of muscle. Kimberly gasped slightly at the sight, she did like the muscular type. "What'd you say we skip the small talk and get out of here?" Jake added bluntly, "I'll make sure nobody harms you on the way out." He added with a wink and a smile. Kimberly thought to herself: "This has got to be a dream. The night that I decide to go all in, is the night that I get picked up by the sexiest wolf around." She felt herself rising to follow him, almost in a daze as he took her paw, leading both of them out of the crowded club. "I live just down the block, wanna come?" He asked her, starting to walk before she even had a chance to say yes. Kimberly followed Jake as they walked down the street and around a corner. She watched as he gallantly opened the door to the complex for her, and followed silently as he guided her up to his apartment, unable to do anything but stare at that fine ass of his. "Why don't you go make yourself comfortable," he said pointing to a sofa in the living room, "I'll get us something to drink." And before long Kimberly found herself sitting in his sofa, looking around the room, waiting for Jake to return. It wasn't a fancy apartment, but it wasn't shabby either. It was obviously the home of a bachelor, working in construction, after all there was that one calendar sporting various girls, half-naked, showing off different power tools, but it wasn't too bad. There were no full size pictures of naked women, or beer cans all over the place. All in all Kimberly felt pretty comfortable. Jake soon returned carrying two beers for them, handing one to Kimberly he sat down next to her, and blatantly places his paw on her thigh, gently rubbing it through her skirt. She smiled as she took a sip of the beer, not minding the attention of his paw. Jake took a deep swig of his beer, as if to give himself courage, and, while placing the can on the sofa table, "accidentally" placed his paw between her legs.

Jake quickly stood, almost knocking Kimberly over in the process, he yelled: "What the FUCK!" He pulled her out of the sofa, gripping her skirt and pulling it down forcefully, again yelling out: "What the FUCK!" Taking a step back, almost tripping over the sofa table, he added: "You're a guy! You're a fucking guy! You little faggot!" He yelled angrily, slapping Kimberly, who could do nothing but barely stand and cry, hard. He took her arm, nothing gentle about his touch now, and dragged her to the door: "Get the FUCK out of my apartment, you little faggot! Or I'll beat you so badly you won't be able to stand for a month!" He almost screamed, throwing her out of the door, slamming it behind her.

There she was, lying outside the door of what turned out to be a not so wonderful wolf, without her skirt on, and her makeup running from her crying. Kimberly, or Tom, he found it kind of hard to keep up the appearance now, got up, his legs wobbly and slowly walked down the stairs, thinking to himself: "What was I thinking? What did I expect? Of course he would think me a fag, after all isn't that what I am?" He continued, walking home slowly, trying to cover himself up, happy that the streets were almost deserted, "This is never gonna work. Who am I kidding!" He almost yelled at himself, slamming the door behind him as he got home, throwing himself on the bed, not even bothering to get out of his clothes before falling asleep.

The next morning Tom woke up to his mom knocking on his door, yelling "Tom, you up yet? It's 11, and your dad and I are heading out. We won't be home till late." Tom just groaned, turning around on his bed. He was still wearing the top and padding from the night before, but was naked from the waist down. He had been crying, that much was obvious, his mascara having run down his cheeks, the boy looking like an absolute misery. "My life sucks," he dryly concludes, "and i'm a freak." He adds, looking down over himself.

Tom walked to the bathroom, got out his secret stash of makeup remover and started removing the remnants of last night, putting the stash back where he hid it, along with the pads for his fake chest. He then walked back to his room, and pulled a large t-shirt over his head. He didn't take off the girly top he was wearing, as he couldn't help but enjoy the feel of the fabric against his fur. Pulling on a pair of tight fitting panties as well. They could easily pass off as male panties, but the fabric was the same as most of his girly panties.

A couple of hours later, Tom was lying on the couch in the living room. His parents still hadn't returned and he had pretty much been lying there since he got partially dressed. He lay there dazed, thoughts of the wolf from last night running through his mind, without the last part of course. He had felt his cock growing harder at the mere thought, and was idly fondling himself through his panties, considering fetching his toy box from his room, when a sudden knock was heard on the door. Tom got up, trying his hardest to hide his hard-on, failing miserably due to the tight panties, but went out to open up anyways. As he opened the door he was pretty much pounced by a fox, standing there, letting out an "oomf" as he landed on his back, the smaller fox lying ontop of him. "Hi Jake," he groaned, "whatcha doing?" Jake was pretty much Tom's only friend from school, the two pretty much inseparable since kindergarten, and yet, even Jake didn't know about Kimberly. Jake was smaller than Tom, being a fox, having short-ish black spiky hair, clashing with his bright orange fur. The fox was well trimmed though, being on the wrestling team, having worked hard to gain the muscles that Tom had stopped himself from admiring more than once. "Pouncing you stupid-head," Jake replied, "and helping you back up." He continued as he got off of Tom, standing up and handing him a paw. "You told me, on friday, to come over, don't you remember?" Jake said looking at Tom. "Right, I'm sorry, I didn't sleep that well." Tom replied. "Well, what'd you want? You said there was something you wanted to tell me, but not until today?" Jake asked, looking at Tom expectantly. Tom's mind was racing, he knew full well what it was that he'd wanted to tell Jake, but now, not really. "Oh, it was nothing anyways. Hey, why don't we go grab a pizza? I'll just go get changed into something more... covering." He answered before running off to his room, picking up some clothes from the floor and continuing into his bathroom, not wanting Jake to catch a glimpse of what he was wearing underneath that big t-shirt. Jake followed Tom, slightly confused but with a big grin on his face, noticing that Tom hadn't closed his bedroom door, he thought he'd go wait on his bed. As he entered the bedroom he caught a glimpse of something in the mirror in the only half-closed bathroom door. Something that made him look again. It was his best friend, wearing what was obviously a girl's top, and a pair of very tight fitting panties, shaping his ass into what might as well have been a girl's ass, and a hot one at that. "WHAT THE FUCK!" Jake yelled at the sight, making Tom try to cover himself in a towel, but much too late. "It... It's not what it look like Jake." Tom tried, his ears against his head, "Not what it look like? I think it looks like my best friend is some sort of girly boy. All you needs are the tits." Jake shot back at him, "I bet you like to get it up the ass too. You some kind of fag?" Jake kept yelling at Tom, making him look at the floor, blushing profusely, his tail stuck between his legs and his ears hard against his head, "I... I wouldn't know" was all he could whisper in reply as he looked at his feet. "You wouldn't know what? And get out of here you fucking fag, I don't like this talking through a door." Jake replied, the fox showing sudden dominance over the wolf. Tom slowly walked out of the door, and into his bedroom, still covered by a towel. "Let go of that towel, and let me get a good look at you" Jake almost barked at Tom, yanking the towel from his friend.

Tom now stood in front of Jake, wearing nothing but his tight fitting panties, showing nothing of the bulge he had developed earlier, and the femme top. "Hmm, " Jake was obviously wondering, "I bet you have some breast implants somewhere, don't you girly boy?" Tom just nodded in reply, "Then go put them in, so I will know whether you're worth anything as a bitch, when you obviously aren't as a guy!" Jake snapped at Tom, the wolf returning to the bathroom, soon returning with an impressive pair, the implants fitting snuggly, and having been placed perfectly due to Tom's training. "Not bad, not bad at all, for a bitch. And did this little bitch like getting it in the ass?" Jake was obviously enjoying his control over the wolf, who just stood there whispering softly "I.. I don't know." "You don't know? The fucks that supposed to mean?" Jake asked back, looking at Tom with a growl on his face. "I... never got to try." Tom replied, deciding he might as well be honest by now, "w-when I did, the... the guy hit me and kicked me out, calling me a freak." He was obviously whimpering now, tears rolling down the wolf's cheek. Hard and surprised Jake might have been, he couldn't just look at his best friend crying, and as he stood there, looking girly, Jake could easily imagine how hot he would actually be when he fully got ready. "Now now," Jake tried, "I'm sure he was just surprised Tom..." "Kimberly," Tom injected, "my name is Kimberly." "I'm sure he was just surprised, Kimberly." Jake reassured, slowly approaching his old friend, opening his arms, finally letting out a sigh as he got over his resistance and wrapped them around him, or her, he really wasn't sure what to think. "Th-Thank you Jake." Kimberly sobbed, "I... I'm such a freak." Jake padded her back, whispering softly "You're not a freak Kimberly. Confused perhaps, but not a freak. I bet you look beautiful if you prepare yourself." Jake smiled, finding he actually meant the last words, padding her back softly, going so far as to give her rump a reassuring grope, finally eliciting a small girlish giggle from her best friend.

The two friends stood like that for a while, Jake's arms around Kimberly, stroking her back softly, reassuringly, before Kimberly pulled free, looking into her friend's eyes and asked: "Wanna see?" For a moment Jake was confused, then his eyes lighted up and he nodded gently, letting go of her, watching her move into the bathroom again, this time with a bounce to her step.

The minutes ticked by and Jake was getting impatient. He had looked at the pictures on the walls. He had checked his mail on Tom's computer, and he had updated all his games of Wordfeud on his smartphone. Finally, he was just lying on the bed, waiting for his friend to return. But at least, he didn't have to wait for long. When he had been lying on the bed for a couple of minutes, the bathroom door opened, and out stepped, not his best friend the handsome wolf, but instead the most beautiful wolfess he had ever seen. Her hair was placed in a ponytail, gently accenting her feminine face, which had received a gentle touch of makeup at just the right places, not a single trace of the crying that had occurred earlier. On her sculpted body, a tank top was highlighting her cleavage and chest, the perfect size for the wolfess, a pair of black jeans hugging her hips, highlighting the rump that Jake had already gotten a glimpse of once. Kimberly smiled, even a small smirk as she regained some of her confidence, the fact that the fox was obviously staring did help a bit. "You like?" she asks softly, her voice sweet as honey. Jake could do nothing but nod. Nod and stare that is, at the most perfect being he had ever seen in his life. Kimberly moved closer, her hips swaying with every step, until she was right infront of her best friend, who was sitting at the edge of Tom's bed. And she didn't stop when she reached the bed, a devil had gone into her. He knew, and he had yelled yes, but he had stopped yelling, he had comforted her, he had accepted her, and she wanted to repay that. She gently pushed Jake down on the bed, crawling up so she was straddling first his legs, then his waist. Jake couldn't help look, but he could see no trace of what he knew Tom had been packing between his legs, there was no imperfections, even her scent was somehow right. Then Jake had to stop looking, actually Jake had to stop thinking, as he felt her lips against his. They were soft, soft and warm, soft and warm and gentle, as she kissed him, and somehow he didn't mind, he didn't mind the fact that he knew this was his friend Tom kissing him, because for some reason it wasn't, and it never was. It was Kimberly, the beautiful wolfess Kimberly, who was repaying him for his kindness. So instead of resisting, Jake kissed back, and soon they were rolling over on the bed, Jake pinning Kimberly to the sheets, their tongues intertwined, their lips hard against each other as they kissed passionately.

It was minutes before they both broke the kiss, panting, Kimberly was lying on her back, Jake on top of her, and she looked straight up into his beautiful eyes, her head spinning from what she had just done, and how wonderful it had felt. And that was the moment she felt it, or rather felt him, his foxhood creating quite the bulge in his jeans and rubbing against her own crotch. She smiled up at him, blushing softly, "Is that because of me?" Jake blushed as well as he nodded, answering, "I think you're gorgeous Kimberly... And a great kisser." He added after a short pause. Kimberly giggled gently, again the perfect girly giggle, as she looked him straight in the eyes: "Now you've seen me, can I see you?" she winks, and looks down, then back into his eyes with a sudden glint in her eye. "You, you really want to?" Jake asked, eliciting a nod from Kimberly. Jake sank visibly, then nodded, rolling off of her reluctantly then standing up, Kimberly soon following to sit at the edge of the bed, smiling softly. He moved his paws down, and with another sigh and sinking he unbuttoned his jeans, gripping at the waistband, preparing to push them down as she suddenly reached out and stopped him, with a smirk on her face, "No, let me." she winks, her paws moving up down his arms, and pushing his paws away from the waistband, soon replacing them by her own. With a smile, she starts to push them down, his boxers following, soon exposing the fox in all his erect pride. She sinks, licking her lips at the sight. She had seen Jake naked before of course, or rather Tom had, but never like this, and never with the distinct musky scent of him hanging in the room, the touch of his lips still lingering on hers, her head spinning with a mixture of happiness and... was that lust?

Without another word, Kimberly reached out, and wrapped her paw around his shaft, the fox letting out a surprised grunt and gasp, looking down at her surprised, "w-wha.." his words stopped as he let out a soft moan, her delicate fingers moving slowly down the shaft, and back up again, stroking the fox in all his glory. At first it was slow, delicate, gently, but soon she increased her pace, stroking him faster, harder, her paw moving up and down rhythmically, soft moans escaping the fox with each stroke. It didn't take long of Kimberly stroking Jake hard and rhythmically until he started moaning and whimpering out: "I... I'm... I'm gonna... I'm gonna... CUM!" just as the last word leaves his muzzle he does just that, thick creamy ropes of fox cum shooting from the tip of his hard cock, hitting Kimberly's face, dripping onto her fake breasts, some of it running over her paw. She opens her muzzle instinctly, catching some of it squarely in her maw, gulping it down, her head spinning with the extremely musky scent hanging in the air. As Jake finally stopped cumming, he opened his eyes, looking down at his friend, blushing deeply: "I.. I think I need to lie down." He somehow got out, moving a few steps and promptly collapsing on Tom's bed.

Kimberly grinned a bit, blushing, what had she done? She had practically raped her best friend. But his cock had felt so good in her paw, so strong, so hard, so warm and yet so soft. It was perfect. And his cum, oh it tasted like heaven. Her cheeks blushed as she licked the last drops of cum from her muzzle, not bothering to remove it from her chest. She purred softly, moving onto the bed as well, lying down in front of her panting friend, moving back so her back was against his chest, snuggling into him. He instinctly wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer, letting her feel his still naked cock against her jean covered tushie as his breathing got slower, steady, until he fell asleep.

Kimberly lied there for a while, her head spinning, and her cock throbbing hard between her legs with her excitement. But she wasn't going to touch it, no, if all went as she was by then hoping, she would never have to touch it to get off again. She would only have to touch Jake's cock, and, if willing, he would make her cum, cum squealing as he took her like a man takes a woman. It was with those thoughts, Jake sleeping, his paw idly stroking her tummy that she fell asleep as well, thinking: "Tomorrow... I can't wait for tomorrow..."