A college student sat in a local hole-in-the-wall pub nestled in a small spot just off campus. He was a year too young to be drinking, but the bartenders never cared. He had a fake I.D. anyway, even if they did. The student almost always stopped by after his Monday social psych class and had been going for almost a year. The other regulars and most of the bartenders knew about him, but they didn’t pay him any attention since he handled himself.

The student’s name was Arin, or at least, that’s the alias he assumed when drinking. He liked the name though, and even asked his friends to call him that. Arin sipped his beer, wondering when he would change his name officially. Once finished, he stood up, headed out the door, and decided to go have some pizza at the place another block down the road.

However, at the exit, a curious looking animal peered at him through the glass. Arin slowly opened the door and the critter nudged its way past him into the pub. Arin watched as the animal, a red fox, walked right up to the bar and hopped on a stool. By now, everyone inside was staring at it. The fox yipped a few times at the bartender and then dropped a small purse which had been carried in its muzzle. After a minute of silent staring, the fox yipped a few times out of annoyance. The bartender then retrieved a wide, shallow bowl, filled it with water, and put it in front of the fox.

Immediately, the fox pushed the bowl back. It proceeded to slide the purse forward with its nose and pointed its muzzle at the tap. With a scrunched brow, the bartender took a few coins out of the purse and filled the bowl up with Yuengling. The bartender, and just about everyone else inside the pub, looked on in bewilderment as the fox lapped up the beer, tail wagging. Arin and the others stared at the animal as it hopped down towards the door. For a moment, it paused at the entrance and yipped. After a second or two, Arin realized what the fox wanted and opened the door for it. Once outside, the animal scampered off with the purse in its mouth and a belly full of beer.

Arin followed the fox out the door, but the critter darted off down the sidewalk. He tried to follow the fox, only to lose it after a few blocks. The next day, it came into the pub once more. As soon as it walked in, Arin left. He was determined to find out the origins of the strange animal. To do that, he walked to the spot where he’d lost the fox previously and waited for it to run by him, which only took a few minutes. Arin began to pursue once more, but was left behind, however, he was making progress. He repeated the process for the next few days and eventually discovered the fox’s residence. Arin watched the fox scamper in to an old, run down, abandoned house whose paint had faded and the porch crumbling to pieces. Carefully, Arin walked up the steps to the door and knocked. There was no response. So, mildly irritated, he tried opening the door which was unfortunately locked. The student thought about breaking a window, but then realized he was just following an animal. That drank beer. Arin flipped a coin on it, lost his own bet, and walked away. 

Of course, he hadn’t given up. After class on Monday, Arin decided that he would try to bait out the fox. Instead of stopping by the pub, he went straight to the store and bought a six-pack with his fake I.D. Then, He acquired a box, some string, and a stick for the trap. Once at the house, he placed the beer on the porch and propped the box up over it with a stick attached to string. After another fifteen minutes, the fox arrived and walked straight to the booze. Arin readied himself, only to see the fox following the string back toward him.

The fox, now right in front of Arin, gave him a bored look and yanked the string from him, toppling the trap. It didn’t even fall over the bait. The box just collapsed over to the side. With a few flicks of its ears, which Arin read as an “Are you serious?” remark, the fox walked over to the porch, grabbed the six-pack with its muzzle, and ran off into the building.
Arin decided to try the door once again. This time, it opened, but only just a tiny bit. He couldn’t see inside.

“Thanks for the drinks,” an unmistakably male voice said. Poking out of the thin opening was the tip of what looked like a tail. Arin was about to say something, but he decided to let nature take its course. Whoever was behind the door slammed it shut on the tail, prompting a loud shriek from what was definitely the man inside. He opened the door a little wider to get the tail out, giving Arin just enough space to shove his foot in before the door closed. He still couldn’t get a good look inside, but he wasn’t about to miss this opportunity.

“Are you alright?” Arin asked, trying his hardest to suppress a grin.

“Yeah, fine,” said the male voice between muffled curses.

“Sorry about trying to trap your fox.”

“I could’ve escaped easily anyway. That trap was awful,” 

“Righ- wait, what? You could have escaped?”

“Shit,” the voice replied. The person opened the door fully, still out of sight. “Come on in.” 

Although it probably wasn’t the best idea to walk into an unknown and strange person’s seemingly abandoned home, Arin was too bored to care. He half-thought he was going to be hit upside the head upon entering, but luckily for him, no blunt objects were applied to his skull. After brushing off his fleeting fears of the unknown, Arin took a gander at the interior of the home, which was by far more appealing on the inside. However, the man appeared, causing Arin’s attention to shift. 

He honestly wasn’t expecting much more after seeing a fox paying for and drinking beer, but apparently his world could still amaze him. Arin looked on in both confusion and awe. Standing before him was the fox. However, instead of a four-legged woodland creature, the fox resembled a more human form. Its body, save for the head, hands, and feet, were that of a human, but with fox fur. The creature’s hands seemed to be a mix between human digits and paws while his feet were just like a normal animal’s foot-paws instead of toed. Then, his head was that of a fox, sized to fit his shoulders perfectly. Not counting ears, the fox was six feet, two inches tall—four inches above Arin’s height. Arin also noticed the fox had a long, beautiful tail that reached half-way down its leg. And as his last observation, Arin noted the fox’s fur pattern. His ears, hands, foot-paws, the tip of his tail, and the end of his muzzle were black, and the rest of his body was orange except for the white fur running down from the lower half of his muzzle, to his chest and then to the insides of his legs. It was then, too, that Arin finally realized the fox was wearing nothing but boxers. He then wondered if the fox had kept other animal parts, but quickly shook the thought away.

“Like what you see?” the fox asked. The snarky comment snapped Arin back to reality.

“Oh, uh… sorry,” Arin stammered. His face began to redden.

“Want a cold one?”

“Um, sure.”

“Sit down on the couch,” the fox suggested, and Arin did. It was made of beige leather or some other similar material. Arin both didn't know or care. The fox, despite the couch being large enough five people, plopped down right beside Arin. He began talking after they both took a swig of beer.

“I'll make you a deal,” the fox began, “You keep all this a secret, and I'll explain myself.”

“Alright,” Arin replied. The fox nudged a little closer. Another inch and it would look like they were cuddling. The fox then proceeded to tell Arin where he came from, how he wanted to live in the civilized world just like some of his kin had already done. Arin asked how he was able to shape shift, but the fox didn't know. It was just something he and most other foxes knew how to do.

“By the way,” the fox asked, “what's your name?”

“Arin, yours?”

Pez, short for Pesrez. That's the name I use in front of humans anyway.”

“What about your real name?” Arin asked, fully aware of the irony.

“Foxes only,” Pez said. His tail curled up against Arin, whose face failed to suppress a bashful blush.

“How old are you?” Arin asked.

“Twenty-one,” Pez said.

“Fox Years?”

“Human. The foxes like me tend to mature slower.” The two of them just sat there after that, enjoying each others company.

“You know, I think hot chocolate would be a better beverage for... this,” Arin said, only half-way through his beer.

“We need a nice warm fire, too,” Pez said in a drowsy tone. Five minutes later, the fox fell asleep with his head on Arin's shoulder. The fox's tail had also wrapped around Arin's arm. Arin never felt this way before, much less for another guy and even further less for a fox. However, it was nice. Arin set his drink on the floor and shifted himself a little closer to the fox. Pez let out a faint smile when he felt Arin's weight against him.

After about two hours, Arin woke up. He was still sitting, still cuddling, and apparently now groping Pez. Arin noticed how his tail-wrapped arm was extended over Pez's lap, resting his hand on Pez's crotch. But, before Arin could process his own embarrassment, Pez woke up. It took the fox thirty seconds to figure out why Arin's face was red.

“Hmm, I honestly thought I would be the first to do that,” Pez said. Arin quickly retracted his hand. “What time is it?”

“Eight-thirty. I should probably be getting back to my apartment,” Arin replied.

“Why not,” the fox paused, brushing his tail against Arin's leg, “stay a while.” Arin sighed and Pez's ears fell.

“I've got classes tomorrow, but...” Arin began, “you can come over to my place. If you want.” Pez's ears perked back up.

“Really?” the fox asked. Arin hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

“Yeah, but are you going to go like this or...?”

“I'll tag along as an innocent woodland creature. How far is it?”

“Half a mile, but the bus stops right in front of the complex,” Arin said.

“You sure that's a good idea?” Pez replied.

“You walked into a bar then ordered and payed for beer. I don't think you'll have much of a problem with public transportation.” The two then boarded the next bus back to Arin's place. They caught a few people staring at Pez, but no one said anything throughout the trip. 

After about ten minutes of silence, Pez and Arin arrived at the apartment complex. The couple immediately ran up the wooden stairs to Arin's door and entered. The inside was about as nice as a college-budgeted apartment could be. There was one couch which could fold out into a bed along with a small TV in the living room while a single bed sat in the bedroom with no company other than a desk.

“Not as nice as my place, but-” Pez began, now in his humanoid form.

“At least it isn't rotting on the outside,” Arin interrupted.

“Oh, no, that place isn't my home. I have a penthouse downtown.”

“Sure, and I'm infatuated with Lindsay Lohan for her down to Earth attitude and flawless moral accountability.”

“Har, har. Are you free next weekend?” Pez asked.

“Yeah,” Arin replied.

"Then it's a date,” Pez said. Arin blushed.

“Anyway,” Arin began, “want to watch a little Sick, Sad World on the TV?”

“Is that invitation just to get me on the sofa?”

“Maybe,” Arin said. The fox and human then sat down on Arin's couch, cuddling up against one another. Pez's tail wrapped around Arin, and Arin leaned his head against Pez's shoulder. After a few commercials, their program came on.

Monotone musicians going mainstream? See if you have a taste for the tuneless, tonight on Sick, Sad World!

Throughout the show, the couple became more and more restless. By the time it ended, Pez was lying on top of Arin, and the couple's mouths were locked in a deep, affectionate kiss. The fox slid his long tongue into Arin's mouth while the human groped his waist, rubbing the fox's soft fur. They paused occasionally for air and basked in each others' presence. After ten minutes of sloppy make-outs, Pez spoke.

“Want to take this to the bedroom?” he asked.

“Sure,” Arin replied.

“You don't have to,”

“I want this,” Arin said as he groped Pez's erect shaft, “inside me.”

“Alright,” Pez said with a smile.

He and Arin then slowly walked over to the bedroom, shedding their clothing on the way. As he reached for the lube, Arin noticed that Pez retained his animal privates which happened to be much larger than his own.

“Be gentle though, you're my first,” Arin said.

“First time taking?” Pez asked.

“First ever,” Arin replied. The comment caught Pez off-guard, but he proceeded to lather up his fingers.

“That means I'll just have to get you loose myself,” Pez said, “Lye down, rump facing up.” Pez then stroked Arin's behind down into his anus, doing his best to loosen and coat Arin's inside. Arin let out a few squeaks during the procedure, which the fox found adorable. When he was finished, Pez turned Arin on his back and tackled him on the king bed.

“Since you're taking, what position would you like?” Pez asked.

“Doggy style,” Arin replied

“Roll over then, doggy.” And Arin did, holding himself up with his arms, ass high in the air. The fox, fully erect, then got on his knees and began to slowly slide his cock into Arin. Only a third of the way in, Arin squeaked, but told Pez to keep going. The fox felt great with Arin's tight body wrapping around his length. Once all the way in, sans knot, Pez asked if Arin was enjoying himself to which he only received a nod of the head between squeaks.

“Would you,” Pez said in between pleasurable moans, “like the knot?”

“Y-y-yesss,” Arin replied, fully aware of its size.

“It's almost as big as a tennis ball.”

“I don't care.”

Arin knew he would be sore for days, but his worries washed away when he felt the weight of the fox pressing against his anus. Pez, once completely in, then started to shift his weight back and forth. Judging by the squeaks, Arin was enjoying the humping, and so was Pez. Within thirty seconds, he climaxed, sending a large stream of cum into Arin's ass so large that it began to leak out of his anus around the knot. Pez and Arin both let out a loud, pleasurable moan when Pez came.

It took about ten minutes for the knot to die down, during which Pez started to stroke Arin's still erect penis. With every slide came a shiver of pleasure from Arin, and once Pez's knot shrank enough to release Arin's ass, the fox got off the bed and told Arin to sit on the edge. Once in position, the fox slid his muzzle on Arin's member and began to lick. Feeling the warm, wet tongue on his dick set Arin off. He moaned and groaned out of pleasure and came, filling the fox's muzzle with white cum. Pez gladly swallowed all of it and sucked a little more to get whatever he could out of Arin. Afterward, the two laid on the bed, spooning.

“Wanna take a shower?” Pez suggested.

“In a minute, let's let the moment last a little longer,” Arin replied. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” Pez said.