Fenrir tiptoed out of his room. He peeked out from behind his door and looked both ways. Not one being in sight, ample time for him to sneak somewhere. But where that somewhere was had to be decided by his canine nose, as his object of desire was entirely unpredictable. He crept out and closed his door, entirely naked and without his knuckles. No need for either his clothes or weaponry, and with good reason. It had been forever since he'd been naked for a whole night, so he made the best of it here. The cool night air against his thighs and what lay under his tail made him feel a bit awkward, but when you do something and then don't do said something for a few years, it does that to you.

He trotted for a bit on all fours, stopping every few steps to look and make sure nobody saw him--or heard him for that matter. No matter how quiet or far away a sound was, he'd be able to hear it. Sadly, Lance and Anna didn't take this into account and their noises ended up turning on the werewolf. It didn't help since he was approaching the newlyweds, but it wasn't them he was after.

Nope, he was after a kitsune who ran around naked all the damn time.

He darted past the room where lewd acts were taking place and onto the balcony. There in the moonlight shined that familiar dark brown hair and blood-crimson fur; a big, bushy tail billowing in the breeze behind this form, revealing her delicate orifices otherwise obscured by three layers of fur. But strangely, this form did not have the trademark bandages around the backside and wrapped around the chest.

He took a step forward with a pawed hand ending in claws. She didn't notice.

Another step. He froze because her ears twitched.

Yet another step, her wings ruffled.

Another step. He was so close her supple legs were within grasping range. He moved his head to sniff--

"I know damn well you're right behind me, hairball." Katie said. She didn't bother to turn around.

Fenrir immediately froze once more, his tail tucking itself between his legs.

"I assume you want to know why I wear those silly bandages on my chest all damn day?" Katie asked, sounding as if she were grieving something.

"Y-Yes..." Fenrir whimpered as though he were being whipped.

Katie groaned like she was doing chores willy-nilly, and then turned around.

Fenrir's jaw physically dropped.

Lots of scars were on the woman's chest; jagged scars, bite marks, even a wound that could only have been inflicted with a wooden stake.

"When I told Natalie her Beholder problem was nothing compared to me, I tell you I damn well wasn't lying." Katie said with guilt in her voice. Her rear end was leaning on the balcony while her hands were at her sides, hanging as though they were useless.

Fenrir could now understand just why Katie was bitter. If those scars were that numerous on her chest, then nobody could imagine the scars on the parts where fur was ever so present. Those...were some kind of battle scars. She suddenly slid down and sat on her rump, her knees to her chest as she sighed.

The werewolf put his paws on her knees and leaned his muzzle toward her. His wet nose was in front of her dry nose.

"No harm, right?" Katie asked as her hands suddenly clasped onto his muzzle, holding it shut.

Fenrir nodded, an entirely new cold sensation hitting him.

Katie sighed in apparent relief, her wings fluttering slightly. Her tail swished back and forth for a full minute before she released Fenrir's maw.

"Um...why did you hold my mouth shut?" Fenrir asked.

"A little test." Katie answered, "When I hold a mouth shut for that long, people tend to struggle to have their way with me. Either that or to continue saying stupid shit. It's my way of knowing who to trust, if you will."

Fenrir connected the dots in his head. His ears perked, signaling to the fox that he understood, which was heavily backed up with a nod.

"Before we continue," Katie started, "have you worn rubber?"

Fenrir shook his head. "Never have." He answered bluntly.

Katie sighed, letting the werewolf spread her legs. I seriously hope those damn cramps don't harass me again. Already have enough problems as it is. She thought, keeping her eyes closed.

She was snapped out of her brief trance when something somewhat rectangular poked itself on her stomach. His nose was on her stomach, his blue eyes looking up at her face.

"You won't do anything without my say?" Katie asked inquisitively.

Fenrir nodded.

"This is....new to me." Katie admitted rather harshly. Both she and Fenrir blinked a few times and then sighed simultaneously. Might as well have a damn leash. Ran in Katie's mind. But it's unneeded here.

Katie sighed, out of words to say. She merely nodded before resting the back of her head on the marble that made the balcony. She heard sniffing before a set of furry paws held her at the sides of her waist.

"You need to have something to bite down on, trust me." Fenrir whispered.

"No I don't." Katie answered as she suddenly tackled the werewolf, catching him off guard as he landed on his backside. Her hands were on his chest as she wagged her tail with a grin on her face.

Fenrir nearly yelped when he felt something impossibly tight thrust upon his his member. He looked up at the fox woman, a smile on her face without a hint of pain!

"Oh my..." Katie chuckled, "For the supposed average woman, she'd need more than to bite down on something. But I think I can manage without wincing."

"I declare hax." Fenrir said.

"Seems legit." Katie retorted with a grin.

Fenrir felt his little friend suddenly erect fully into the fox, watching her stomach stretch to unusual proportions without tearing once! A moan escaped his throat as his eyes went white.

Katie started jerking her whole body up and down like no tomorrow. Her movements were so rapid Fenrir unloaded in mere seconds. A pop was heard as the member slid out of the foxy nethers and into its sheath.

"Too much for the wolf man?" Katie sighed in content.

Fenrir panted heavily. "I've never seen a girl move so fast...!" He admitted.

"Dude," Katie started, "Ya sound like you're gonna fall asleep. Want me to take you to bed?"

"That'd be nice." Fenrir moaned as the fox-girl effortlessly picked him up in her arms and walked to her room.

Unknown to them, Matt saw and recorded the whole thing from a nearby window.

"Jesus Christ, she's a toughie." Matt murmured under his breath, his eyes wide.