I bit my lip. How am I going to answer this? I hated the thought of lying to Kelly. I had always been a pretty honest guy, and now, with this special bond, the idea actually hurt. On the other hand, how could I say that oh yeah, I'd made her naked in the street? How would that affect our bond?
Everything was so nice... why'd she have to ruin it? But no, I shouldn't blame her. I was the one who'd messed up.
"Joe?" she prompted, a hint of worry in her voice.
Well shit. I drew a shaky breath, I had to say something, and fast, or she'd get suspicious. In a way, I almost wished she would -- that she'd just use the ring on me so I wouldn't have to confess.
Wait. I had refrained from mentioning her sandals for just this reason, so I could cite them as the thing I'd experimented on. There was something else I could mention too.
"Oh, I uh... remember how you were wearing shoes earlier earlier? And then sandals? I, uh, wished them on you. The sandals, I mean."
I could feel her body shift as she turned her head to look down at me. I did not look back, just kept staring up at the sky.
"Is that all?"
"A-actually, no, I also made your key appear in your purse. Remember when you couldn't find it? I think it was, um..."
"My mail key?"
"Yeah!"
There was a moment of silence. Then, "Joe... I can feel you tensing. Your heart is racing. What's wrong? Are you..." A note of doubt slipped in. "Are you telling the truth?"
Damn it! My tactics hadn't worked. Of course I couldn't fool a big, smart wolf girl like Kelly. Her senses were too keen. And now I was back where I started -- worse, after trying to dodge the truth. My fingers curled, my claws pricking into my palm-pads. Again, I found myself wishing she'd just use the ring -- it would be so much easier!
But... she didn't. She... trusted me to answer without coercion. I grit my teeth. I would have to man up... vixen up...? and tell her. As hard as this was -- as much as I feared what it would do to our new-found relationship -- I just couldn't lie. Kelly deserved the truth, and I wanted to be worthy of that trust. I needed to be honest with her if I wanted to be worthy of being her mate. Of carrying her babies.
"W-well... mostly." Her grip on me tightened.
"Joseph Waverley. What did you do?" Now she sounded tense, as well as worried.
Drawing a deep breath, I turned my muzzle away from her. "I... I made your clothes disappear," I whispered. "I... I'm sorry."
Silence. I was still too afraid to look over at her face. Then, in a flat tone of voice:
"You did what?"
"I-I'm sorry!" I burst out. Suddenly I found myself shaking, wrapping my arms and tail around myself, almost sobbing. "I -- I know it was a bad thing to do, and I... I should have told you sooner, but I was scared. I d-didn't want --"
"Joseph. Joe." She rolled onto her side, and her powerful arms gently grabbed me and moved me onto my side as well so that I faced her. I turned my muzzle towards her, and then I saw it. The smile pulling at her lips. And I realised her response had not been one of anger. Just incredulity. As she stroked the backs of her claws across my cheek fluff, I relaxed a bit. "It's okay, Joe. Just... seriously?" She snorted.
"You're... you're not... mad?"
"Pfff, no. Well... maybe a little. You need to ask a girl before you undress her, you know?"
"Well I -- it's not like I wanted to see you naked!" I blushed under my fur, thinking back to that awkward moment. It almost seemed unreal; back when we were human, and our positions reversed. "Well, okay I guess I did but... I wasn't thinking, the idea just sort of popped into my head and --"
"You were such a naughty boy that you couldn't resist." She giggled in her low, sexy voice, then playfully flicked her tongue across my nose. "I understand. It's not that big a deal -- how can I be mad about you seeing me naked after you let me fuck you? Although." She became thoughtful for a minute. "Hm. I actually... can't quite remember what happened. Like, I do know I was naked for a moment or too, but it's really fuzzy. You messed with my memories?"
"Well..." My ears dipped again. "Yes. I made it so everyone wouldn't notice. It,,, it was a clumsy attempt to spare you embarrassment."
"Joseph Waverley." She sighed in exasperation. "I'm more pissed about that than I am about the nudity. But... it all turned out okay. I'm a big sexy werewolf, and you're my little vixen. I forgive you." She punctuated that with another, longer lick across the top of my muzzle, and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling myself in to snuggle against her soft breasts and solid body.
"Thanks, Kelly. I am really sorry."
~ ~ ~ Kelly ~ ~ ~
"I know, Joe. I know." I chuckled, feeling my breasts quake, making hers jiggle in response as I held her to me. "You don't have to keep saying it." The poor thing was still kind of tense, and I stroked her comfortingly.
She pulled her head from under my chin, and met my eyes; her golden irises still a bit shimmery with tears. "You're really not mad?"
"Really, sweetie." I nuzzled over her again, then began licking and kissing until she began to giggle and squirm to get away.
"Heehee, stahp!" I relented, and she finally relaxed. "Thanks, Kelly. You really are the best. Much better than I deserve."
"Oh, hush. How many guys would give me the chance to live out my fantasies like this? Would just give away all that power? We all make stupid mistakes, Joe, and I think you're a wonderful boy. And an even better girl." My lips quirked a bit. "Though it is a good thing I have the ring now. It needs someone responsible to look after it."
Another foxy giggle. "You know what?" She nuzzled me back, and continued in a softer voice. "I agree. I'm much happier that you have the ring. My big bad sexy wolfess."
"Stop calling me that!" I laughed. "It's so corny!"
"Mmm, but I like it. It's so true! You are the biggest, baddest, sexiest werewolfess I've ever seen."
"And you're the sexiest werevixen."
"I have you to thank for that." She pressed herself up against me, rubbing her tits into mine. "Want me to thank you properly?"
"Haven't you had enough of that?" I protested.
"You're the one who wished for a slutty vixen in heat," she purred. "You can't blame me for wanting that big, bad wolfess cock in me again."
"I -- suppose not." Maybe a good fucking was just what we both needed after that tense moment. And her big, firm melons squeezing against mine was starting to feel pretty good. So did the still-new feel of my groin tensing and pushing out that big, fat, hard shlong. Still... there were some things I wanted to address before I gave myself to another round of passion, and I said as much to Joe.
"Oh? Such as?"
"Sorting out the mess you made with the ring, for one. Proper rules for lycanthropy for another. I don't want it to stay with just -- just us, you know." I meant simply to spread it around to people who wanted it. However -- maybe it was due to the armful of sexy vixen grinding into me, but my mind immediately jumped to the idea of accumulating more hot anthro girls for myself. A harem, if you will. "Hrrrm."
"'Hrrrm' what?" Joe stopped her grinding for a moment, cocking her head. She looked so cute it made me laugh.
"Just something that occurred to me. I'll tell you later. But yeah, settle down and let me think."
First I wished for my memory to be restored, thinking about the blur surrounding my meeting with Joe earlier. And man, was it restored. I grimaced as I remembered screaming in shock, and embarrassment, all the people looking at my hot, nude body. And I realised how much I had changed -- now I'd revel in people looking at me naked. Especially in my wolf form.
Everything followed from that, playing out in crystal clarity in my head. I raised an eyebrow at one detail. "You wished the sandals on me while I was still naked?"
"Err-- uh, yeah." The vixen's ears folded down again. "I-I was afraid you'd hurt your feet."
"Hahaha. You were so sweet even as a pervy boy."
"H-hey!"
"And you made my clothes reappear before letting me in on the ring." I nuzzled her. "Like I said, hon, you're sweet. Remembering all this, I'm not mad at all. Lots of boys would have..." I growled. "I don't want to think about it."
"Me either." She shivered in my grasp, and we hugged each other tight for a minute.
So let's see... I wished for the sandals to turn back into my old shoes. While I was at it, I wished for our ruined clothes to mend themselves and appear folded neatly on the bench where I'd counted down. Might as well, right? The next thing...
"Oh. Shhii-oot."
Joe gave me another cute, quizzical look as I frowned. "What's wrong, Kelly?"
"Nothing you did, hon. Well, sort of, but at my request. I just realised in my eagerness to 'set the stage' for being a werewolf, I basically had you erase an afternoon."
"Huh? Oh. Well... couldn't you just... rewind if it you wanted?"
"Nope. I wished to know if I could and, while I could technically make it four o'clock again, I can't undo what's happened. All the people who left work and went home to bed because it was suddenly 9 would still be asleep. At 4 P.M. So no, I can't really turn back time."
"Huh. So it does have limitations. And..." She stuck her tongue out at me. "Nice to have confirmation."
I blinked.
"Confirmation... of what?"
"That we do all make stupid mistakes." And just like that, she swiped my nose with her tongue.
"Tch! You... touché, Joe. Touché. Anyway, I guess there's nothing to do but be more careful about future wishes. Speaking of..."
I pondered. I was about to set up the parameters of my fantasy, and I wanted it to be perfect. After severat minutes, I was satisfied that I had everything lined up in my mind.
"I wish..."