(FULL 3700-WORD SHORT MTF+FTF FOX/COW ANTHRO STORY!) Drowning in debt and at the end of their ropes, married couple Janice and Marcus agree to join 'Wildheart Sanctuary' to have easy lives with their debts erased. The catch? They willingly volunteer for gene manipulation experimentation and will have to live in paradise within less-than-human bodies. ~~~ You can now commission captions from me! More info here! Read the the first chapter of my new MTF fox girl + MTF full horse TF short story! Lots of TF fun, a full length, and a second chapter incoming! https://www.patreon.com/posts/magical-kemono-1-108339802

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Marcus sat on the edge of his bed, biting his lip with a pamphlet held before his eyes.

Janice, his wife of five years, sat next to him and placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder, flashing a strained smile while her wavy deep orange hair fell in her face. "I-- I know it's scary, but it's our chance at a good life. We don't have any other options. Besides, the residents all report a high standard of living; they all seem happy."

Marcus winced and sighed before nodding his head after a few long seconds. His eyes peered at the pamphlet once more, reading the title for the hundredth time.

"Wildheart Sanctuary: A Community for Those Who Transcend Humanity".

Popping up five years prior, Wildheart Sanctuary quickly made headlines. In exchange for volunteering yourself for risky and experimental gene manipulation, you get to live in a subsidized community where all your basic needs would be tended to. Sure, you'd have to check in at least monthly with the medical staff for testing, but it was a small price to pay for many who wanted a second chance.

Volunteers had no say in what they'd become, with most ending up in varying stages of human/animal hybrid. Some might become indistinguishable from a dog, while others might end up with a fur coat, cat ears, and a tail while remaining otherwise human. Even one's sex could change during the process.

"Just-- dammit... If we had another two years, I know we could start working off our debt," Marcus grunted in frustration, clenching his knee so hard the whites of his knuckles showed.

"But, we don't," Janice calmly replied, staring at her husband with tear-stained, pale blue eyes. "We'll end up bankrupt and homeless. Neither of us has any family to lean on... No matter what we become, we'll still have each other," she insisted. "And besides, we're already lucky enough to have our names picked for the lottery."

Marcus sighed again and placed a hand over his face. He knew she was right. More people were volunteering than they had space for, so names were drawn via lottery, with applicants having forty-eight hours to make their decision after receiving confirmation they were chosen. At that point, they would permanently forfeit their right to ever join Wildheart Sanctuary. They had less than a day left to make their decision. Upon agreeing, they'd have all their debts wiped clean and they'd have a fresh start.

Marcus thought hard before finding his nerve and turning toward Janice with a look of determination. "L-- Let's do it. We'll still be together," he said shakily.

Janice didn't respond as she leaned over and wrapped her arms around Marcus, resting her head on his shoulder. They didn't need words now; tomorrow would be a long day.

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"H-- Hey! I'm over here," Marcus waved while sitting under the shade of an oak tree.

Janice smiled and trotted across the facility's courtyard to reach her husband. As she did so, small moaning sounds distracted her. Upon looking to the left, she saw a woman in a medical gown like her own moaning and trembling while sitting on a bench. Patches of orange fur coated her arms and legs, while her ears were elongated and fuzzy. A stubby tail stuck from her backside and a strange smile was plastered across her face.

Janice shook her head and swallowed her anxiety, finally reaching the tree as she took a seat. "How was it? Did the injection hurt?"

"Just a small prick... I do feel pretty strange though-- like my insides are swimming," Marcus grumbled as he touched his abdomen and grimaced.

"Same," Janice sighed, scooching closer. "It would be nice if we could transform in private."

Marcus nodded. "Agreed. I pushed and they said something about wanting us to transform within nature and amongst 'our kind,' or whatever. Also, they can observe us clearly out h-- uuuggggh..." His sentence trailed off as he doubled over and broke into a profuse sweat.

"Sweetie?? Are you okay? What's happening?" Janice asked with great concern, putting a comforting hand on his back.

Marcus clenched his jaw and tried his hardest not to vomit. “I-- I think something’s happening… I-- I feel my insides ch-- hnnng!” As he groaned, patches of white fur sprouted from his wrists and ankles while his body let out a faint grinding sound.

“Your insides are w-- whaaa-- oooooh!” Janice gasped as her nipples and crotch suddenly spasmed and grew sensitive. Hot, tingling embers bubbled within her tits and spread out, entirely consuming her mammaries. “Sh-- shit… I-- umm… They said th-- that walking might help the pain and with speeding up th-- the transformation,” she stammered, trying to help them through this traumatic experience.

Marcus could tell something was wrong. The fur and assumed animal traits to come were expected, but the way his crotch quivered while a painful tension erupted below his navel set off mental alarms. Hearing his wife, he shakily forced himself to his feet. “O-- okay, yeah. Let’s try to walk,” he agreed, his voice sounding slightly hoarse.

Janice carefully stood and took Marcus’ hand, flashing a weak smile before stepping away from the tree with him. “If you feel too weak, w-- we can sit, okay?” She muttered as they started to walk. The thin hospital gown garbing her chafed against her tits and ass more than they had a short while ago; she could only mutter and whimper under her breath as her ass cheeks and breasts angrily throbbed, slowly and steadily plumping up.

“Yeah,” Marcus quietly replied, trying not to have a panic attack. As they walked, he felt his arms and legs creak and pop while an extreme sensation of tightness overwhelmed him. The tension below his navel amplified and he felt his hips crack. “Aggh!” He staggered forward, suddenly noticing the hospital gown hugging his butt more tightly than before. With that motion, his ass jiggled and he moved with a slight sway.

“Here-- you can lean on me,” Janice insisted, walking over to Marcus as she put an arm around him. Her wrists and ankles became profoundly itchy, with a quick glance confirming pale brown fur erupting in a similar fashion to her love.

Marcus leaned on Janice for support while letting out small, mewling moans. He didn’t notice that he was only half a head taller than Janice, who had previously been a full head shorter. As his pecs burned and ached, he unconsciously reached to rub them. To his horror, he was greeted with two soft bumps that noticeably tented his gown, with large, erect nipples showing clearly. He stopped in his tracks, staring downward. Utterly stupefied, he fell into denial and tried to reason. ‘O-- okay… It could just be a side effect. They’re not that big…’ After examining himself, another realization dawned. His rib cage seemed less wide and his shoulders as well.

“Sweetheart. What’s wrong? What do yo-- ooooh!” Janice loudly moaned as an orgasmic pulse rippled through her pussy, causing her loins to fully saturate with viscous fluid. Her nipples strained against the gown, her breasts having grown to a noticeable E cup in size, with no sign of slowing down. A sharp headache throbbed, her skull creaking as her mouth popped and jutted out ever so slightly. She let go of Marcus and staggered, nearly toppling over before falling onto her ass. Expecting a more painful fall, she was surprised and concerned when her now quite impressive rear-end absorbed much of the impact, her perky cheeks jiggling and quaking as a result.

Marcus was too wrapped up in his own transformation to notice much of his wife’s. “N-- No…” He whimpered, voice cracking as he cupped his chest in disbelief. A painful tightening assailed his waist while his hips and ass expanded in response. To make things worse, what were once mosquito bites upon his narrowing chest were now a noticeable set of A cup tits. He pressed the budding breasts, as if to knead them back into the right shape and stop their advance. Unfortunately, the only result was causing his nipples to spasm and erupt in a torrent of painful yet pleasurable shocks. “Ahhhhhh!!!!!” He moaned, leaning forward as the tightness between his legs amplified.

Janice winced and groaned as the top of her head and tailbone furiously ached. A scratching sensation manifested beneath the skin as if her insides were crawling around like a swarm of tiny bugs. “W-- What’s-- ugggh..” She trembled and moaned, wrapping her arms over her growing chest while unsure of whether she had the capacity to stand. As her facial bones strained, she touched her face and felt her pseudo-muzzle, eliciting mixed awe and fear. ‘It will be okay… Everything will be fine,’ she reasoned, tentatively sliding her fingers over the length of her ear, noting the light fuzz and elongation. Just as she started to stand, her nipples spasmed as the fabric chafed upon her sensitive flesh. “Mm-- ahhhh!” She groaned, throwing her head back. Creamy fluid dripped from each hardened pink point, saturating her gown while she looked down in confusion. “L-- Lactation?” She stammered.

By now, Janice was completely coated in perspiration. Her massive tits ached, desperate for relief while her pussy writhed with equally urgent need. ‘N-- no…. I shouldn’t be so horny-- I… I shouldn’t be aroused at a time like this.’

Marcus’s legs quaked as he watched his new tits finish their growth, stopping at a large, perky C cup. “F-- Fuck!” She squealed, taking a couple of steps forward and nearly toppling as her lower center of gravity and hip sway threw her off. To make things worse, when her legs pressed together, there was a distinct sensation-- or, lack of sensation, that disturbed her.

She quickly probed between her thighs, finding a mostly taut and fully empty sack of flesh, with a withered cock hanging right above. “What? No-- this-- this isn’t happening,” she stammered while desperately pressing her fingers around where her testes should have been. A pleasant, fuzzy warmth manifested within her transforming crotch, the new flat and nearly featureless skin quivering and convulsing while a peculiar crawling bubbled deep within her pelvis.

Bewildered and scared, Marcus’s legs gave out and she fell to the ground, sitting on her knees with her legs spread out in a feminine manner. Her body had already changed significantly and due to her widening hips, her natural sitting position had changed to compensate.

Janice finally looked toward her husband while panting deeply. She was completely dumbfounded upon seeing what was becoming of him. Instead of an imposing masculine figure, there was a distinctly petite and feminine being with wide hips and perky breasts. Silvery-white fur had spread up Marcus’s arms and legs while her facial features appeared small and womanly. “M-- Marcus, I-- ooooohh…” She groaned as a tail burst from her backside, a dark tuft of fur stuck to the very end. Her nose showed prominently before her eyes, appearing less human than before. Despite having known her fate in advance, seeing her husband so severely changed left her shell-shocked and less capable of processing her personal changes.

“I-- I’m turning-- into a girl…” Marcus stammered, looking at Janice with pure desperation. As she panted, a small set of fangs showed clearly. Without any concern of modesty, she once again explored between her legs while anxiously biting her quivering lip. ‘A girl-- I’m a woman,’ her mind echoed in denial. Where her scrotum once hung, she felt a distinct indent, which quickly developed fleshy folds. Along with this, a distinct sensation of a tunnel opening below her pelvis led her to one single conclusion. The skin she probed would soon be her vulva, her new vagina slowly forming from deep within. How long would it take before her pussy took shape? Until her cock was a small fleshy nub nestled within walls of warm, moist flesh?

She held her small arms out and marveled at the silky, glossy white fur coating them, far too distracted to pay attention to her nose and face shifting every so slightly her ears quickly rising on her head and becoming pointed. “A-- ahhhh!” She squealed as her new fluffy tail burst from her lower back, causing her still-forming pussy to ache and quiver.

Janice whimpered and panted while light brown fur advanced over her chest and abdomen. A small set of horns poked through the skin atop her head and she quickly reached up to touch them despite her oozing nipples and damp, throbbing pussy. “A-- A cow…” She muttered while a flood of varied emotions coursed through her swelling, curvaceous body. Sensing a friction-related disaster, she stripped her hospital gown off and tossed it aside, letting her humongous breasts spring free. What would life be like as a cow-woman? Was this really how she’d live the rest of her life? It could definitely be much worse, but her mind swam with too many feelings and thoughts for her to be sure.

She turned back to her husb-- wife? And tried to utter words of reassurance, but stopped immediately when her feet cracked and painfully tightened. “Uggh!!!” Still sitting on her large, supple ass, she straightened her legs and witnessed her toes pull together while darkening. Her ankles quaked and let out a terrible grinding while the calcifying digits quickly started their transition into a lower set of cloven hooves.

Marcus moaned and uttered shrill cries as her face took on hints of a canine-like visage and her tail grew longer and fluffier. She distinctly felt her vulva fully split and when she futilely explored her genitals, she was just in time to witness her clitoris settling in place with a fleshy hood as protection. Her vagina and new urethra popped into existence, allowing new secretions to flow and coat her crotch with all-natural lubricant. A deep, insatiable swelling of primal desire flooded her lithe frame as estrogen and other strange hormones consumed her. ‘I-- I’m a girl… This-- this is my pussy-- these are my tits…’ She lamented as curiosity got the better of her and she stripped from the gown like her wife.

She saw glossy, silver-white fluff entirely coating her, with perky, perfectly shaped breasts proudly sticking from her chest. Fur inched up her neck and head, while her fluffy ears took their complete shape. Shakily reaching back, she slid her fingers through the length of her silvery-white tail, marveling at the cashmere-like texture while the new appendage finished growing to its maximum length.

As her changes entered the final stage, she looked at her wife and couldn’t believe her eyes. Janice had an exaggerated hourglass shape, with wide hips and inhumanly large, shapely tits. Soft brown fur blanketed her sultry frame, while her face looked somewhere between a cow’s muzzle and something more human. With the long ears atop her head, the small horns, and the fur-tufted tail, it was obvious she had become a sultry, full-figured cow woman. Glancing downward confirmed her suspicion when she saw a freshly-formed set of cloven hooves protruding from her bestial lower legs. “J-- Janice,” she softly and femininely muttered.

Janice moaned and shook, feeling grateful when the changes ceased after her feet became hooves; she had been worried she might lose her hands, but she instinctively understood the transformation to be at its end. She looked toward the person who was previously her husband and couldn’t help but marvel at her beauty. A petite fox girl with wide hips, a large ass, and perfectly perky breasts sat in a womanly manner, her face small and adorable with an exotic quality to her pale gray eyes. She watched Marcus’s fluffy tail flop against the ground while her expressive ears twitched and turned to pick up brand-new sounds. “A fox…” She managed to say through her labored breaths. She would have to do something about these leaking tits sooner or later.

“W-- What? Really?” Marcus squeaked, growing self-conscious as she felt her wife’s gaze upon her. She sheepishly pushed her legs together and raised an arm over her breasts, turning her head away with a look of shame. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, shaking her head. “I-- I didn’t mean to change like this. I’m sorry.” She pulled her knees up and hid her face, fearing what the future would have in store.

“Sorry? Do you realize how gorgeous you are?” Janice balked, raising an eyebrow. “I would never abandon such a beautiful fox,” she said lovingly and with a sultry quality.

Marcus’s nethers throbbed as adrenaline shot through her hormone-addled body. Was she serious? “You’re so fucking hot-- your hips and tits… Your face is extremely cute,” she insisted, wanting to reassure her wife that she was still perfect. Both of them were nearly out of their minds due to raging, primal needs, but their love still held strong.

“I am? I’m happy to hear that,” Janice grinned. So, this is what she’d be? A buxom, pinup model cow woman? Of course she had her concerns, but she objectively got a pretty good deal considering what she could have become. With that, she stood up and staggered for a moment, confirming she could still walk.

Marcus hesitantly stood and stumbled, leaning against a nearby tree. A painful, wet throbbing deeply penetrated her new genitals and seeing Janice in such a state only made her arousal worse. “Do you really think I look nice?” She asked self-consciously, glancing downward as she cupped one of her breasts and contemplated the reality of her new existence. Women’s clothing, female restrooms, and being called ‘Miss’ and ‘Ma’am’ were all parts of her new reality. Everyone would see a beautiful woman when looking at her, and she’d also never again stand while peeing. What about periods? Hormonal cycles? All that good stuff. Feminine hygiene had never been part of her personal needs.

“You’re extremely cute. I’ve always been bisexual and-- well… Maybe it’s just the hormones, but I feel horny just looking at you.” She walked over with a grin and pulled Marcus into her arms, holding her from behind. “Your fur is so damn soft. What a beautiful color; you’re ethereal,” she insisted.

Marcus squeaked as Janice held her while being careful not to crush her tail. The sultry cow woman was at least five or six inches taller than her now; being smaller than Janice would take some getting used to. She was about to open her mouth to speak when her wife’s fingers pushed down her waist and slipped through the cleft atop her new sex, spreading the quickly dampening folds. “Eeep!” She cried as a fingertip brushed upon her clit and moved in slow, deliberate circles.

“Let me show you that things won’t be so bad,” Janice insisted as she nipped Marcus on the neck and continued her advance.

Marcus purred and moaned, grinding her hips into Janice’s skilled finger. When the cow woman pressed two fingers into her vulva, she felt her crotch entirely light up with warm, pleasurable embers. Her hips rocked into the motion and small, growl-like moans flowed from her mouth each tip Janice pressed over her aching clit. How could anything feel so damn good and all-consuming? She felt as though she’d melt, and when a first clitoral orgasm unleashed its furor upon the fox, she let out a small howl, throwing her head back against her mate while blissful convulsions entirely consumed her pelvis. The wonderful sensation spread, cascading through her like the raging water of a bursting dam.

The pressure within the tiny nerve bundle quickly mounted and a far more intense orgasm hit, causing Marcus to scream as she desperately touched Janice’s arm while all rational thought voided her mind. She saw only white and her brain only had space to process physical pleasure; all coherent thoughts had vanished in an instant. ‘I-- Incredible-- oh my fucking god…’ Was the only musing she could muster.

A couple of minutes later, Janice lay under the shaded tree, holding Marcus close with her face against her ample chest. She kissed the gorgeous fox girl’s head, completely in awe of how soft her snow-white hair was. She brushed her fingers through the silky strands, admiring the silver accents and her mate’s overall beauty. “Did you enjoy that, dear?”

“Mmmph…” Marcus grumbled, burying her face into Janice’s chest, her ears folding. “Of course I did. Are you really okay with me being a girl? You’re so damn perfect; you could easily find a new man.” She also considered how she was the little spoon in their current cuddle session. Was it wrong to enjoy the sense of comfort she felt?

“You could find a new man just as easily,” Janice teased, kissing her mate atop the head. “I’m not leaving you. I never will,” she promised. “But, if your hormones start demanding you to become pregnant, I’m sure we’ll work something out.”

“W-- what!? I could never!” Marcus pulled away and began to protest when her vagina spasmed and sent a wave of adrenaline through her trembling, womanly frame. For a split second, she envisioned herself with a stomach bump and felt a mix of elation and confusion. “Well-- err… Shut it! I was a man; I’d never want such a thing,” she huffed, leaning in as she nipped Janice on the neck. “Grrrrr!” She growled while her tail flicked about.

Janice giggled and shivered upon receiving the love nip. “You’re so vicious and feral, sweetheart. What a scary puppy,” she said lovingly, brushing her fingers through her love’s hair.

“Hmmmph,” Marcus huffed and closed her eyes, trying to ignore the strange thoughts her raging hormones stirred up. “I’m going to rely on you to adjust to this whole-- err… Having a pussy thing,” she sighed in defeat. After experiencing a fraction of female bliss, she would be lying if she said she wasn’t eager to explore her new existence.

“Of course. There’s so much to show you,” Janice stated warmly, closing her eyes as she held her cute fox wife lovingly. A new, debt free life awaited them within Wildheart Sanctuary, where they’d be with others like them. For the first time in many months, the couple felt optimistic for the future.