"No need to get me drunk to take me to your bed, you deadly beauties," an impossibly low voice rasps in your ear. "You just have to ask. Besides, I don't drink shochu."

Your eyes are now saucer wide, and your brain blanks out. Him?! Here, in your living room?! But how? That's--

You shudder when a hot and wet tongue licks the sweat between your shoulders; a low growl of pleasure escapes you. Something feels wrong, though. Tongues are not supposed to be this rough, or this long. Come to think of it, voices are not supposed to sound like gravel either.

Fighting against your most primitive instincts, fearing what you're about to see, you inhale deeply and turn to confront the intruder, only to recoil in shock. You can't properly process what is in front of you. Terror surges but recedes quickly, to be replaced by awe and fascination.

"You...?" you whisper, hating how weak and incredulous you sound. But you can add one and one even though common sense and logic scream that this is just impossible.

He is tall, so tall. And large. You can almost make out the general body frame that you are familiar with, but that's the only thing that reminds you of your kendo instructor. The rest is... something else, but rings also of a certain familiarity. Grey and white fur. Black paws. Black tail. Tails, plural! Because now, for some reason, there are five of them.

He is standing on his hind paws, towering over Kanako and you. You have to crane your neck to stare at eyes that could be human if not filled with melted, glowing gold, over a long muzzle where two ranges of pointy and long teeth flash. That impossibly long tongue hangs out, and you can't help but stare at it with reluctant desire.

"Ah... well... you... you look different, all right... I thought... I thought you were only here for the free sausages?" you croak, attempting to crack a joke because it's either that or running mad into the night. Kanako is still out, and you're grateful. Her stern warnings about not letting the fox close ring in your ears. She's going to freak out. Rightly so.

His chuckle shouldn't resonate in your lower regions. You should be terrorized, screaming your head off. But you can't deny that you are utterly fascinated. And maybe something else, too. Because, well, it's a monstrous, otherworldly fox, but not only. And to think he has seen and heard it all!

"I certainly appreciated them very much. A nice change compared to my usual night diet. And I enjoyed your kind attention and company." Maybe he is smiling, maybe he isn't, it's impossible to say. He leans down and gives your throat a slow lick that extends to your left breast. You whimper again. How can it be so flexible and agile?

"While I had again the immense pleasure to watch you and this little flower enjoy yourselves, I couldn't help but hear my name. And it isn't the first time I did. It's high time I join your party, don't you think?"

Two of his tails crawl up your thighs, while his paw brushes your cheek; another shiver climbs up your spine when you feel claws peeking out and leaving faint red traces on your skin. You groan and shut your eyes, growing weak and hot all over again.

"Ah... well... I'm not sure Kanako chan will be... hmm... very receptive, seeing you like this..." A part of you hates your protest, but you are responsible of your girlfriend and somehow of the whole situation.

Another chuckle. "She did seem wary of me, and she's to be commended for that. She knows what lurks out there. But don't fret. This can be easily arranged, and we can make her feel relaxed and safe." You open your eyes at the change in his voice.

You gasp again when your gaze falls on the bulky and mouthwatering body of your instructor, now in human form and stark naked. You blink and gulp down hard, doing your best to keep your eyes on his square jaw, thin lips and salt-and-pepper hair, and avoid goggling... whatever glory can be found below. But of course what you're thinking must be written all over your face. His voracious and knowing grin makes you blush hard as your fingers dig hard in Kanako's shoulder.

Long and thick fingers that you have fantasized about cup your cheek, and a lazy thumb sweeps across your bottom lip. "Do you think this will help her?" he whispers before crashing his mouth on yours.

The muted groan that he rips from your throat is indecent. You grasp his biceps and pulls yourself up to meet his demanding tongue and lips. There is no hesitation, no fumbling. Your kiss turns hungry and full of desire right away, fueled by the sharp realization that this heated lust has been mutual for months now... whatever his real identity.

As engrossed as you are, as busy as you get devouring the mouth of this... supernatural being...? forest spirit...? demi-god...? you don't see Kanako stirring. But her loud shriek startles the two of you.

"Whaaaaat? What's going on here! Mori sensei! How... when... naked?! Darling! Is this a joke? Did you plan this all along?!" She's hyperventilating and you're grateful that he changed into his human form. She would have gone into seizure otherwise.

You engulf her shaking form in your strong arms and kiss her temple, your own nervousness, excitation and thrill sending your heart in a wild rhythm. "No no no, love, no, I didn't plan anything... I'm as surprised as you, but you see... Mori sensei, he..."

"Kijima san," the man-fox speaks calmly with his usual instructor voice that can cut through the raucous of a packed kendo class filled with attack screams and battling wooden swords. For a second, it's as if he wasn't straight naked in your living room, but that the three of you were sitting in the dojo, discussing some technical fine points.

"I've been aware for some time now of your interest in me. I've watched the two of you and seen you become always closer these past months, including your kiss under the cherry trees, near my... the shrine on Mt. Odake."

"You saw us?" an upset Kanako exclaims, now oblivious of his state of undress. "But... but there was nobody, we went there precisely because we knew we would be alone. Did anyone else--?"

"Shhh, Kijima san, calm down," Mori -- you can't call him anything else yet -- says with a softer voice and kind voice. "You're right. There was no other person around you on that day. Your secret is safe."

Kanako frowns. "You're not making much sense, sensei. You just said you were there..."

Mori tilts his head and throws you a side glance. "Ah, but you see, I'm not really a person. You were right to warn her about me earlier..."