Taken from my MTF serial 'A Lesson in Transience', we follow Chris, who has recently changed from a man into a fox girl, as she experiences a sexually heated dream and awakens with a new coat of fur!

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Story Text:


A small, tan fox sprinted through the forest on all-fours, following a strange scent that allured and confused her.  ‘Where am I?...  Am I supposed to be here?  What is that scent?’ She mused while sniffing the air and navigating through the foliage and trees.  Was she supposed to be a fox?  Though, what else would she be?

As she closed in on the mysterious scent, the fragrance intensified.  Her small, vulpine body tingled and her heart rate gradually picked up.  Adrenaline consumed the small creature as her tail swished about.  Where was it?  Where was he?  ‘He?’ Was she looking for a ‘he’ and how did she even know what she was searching for?

After what felt like hours of searching, the tantalizing musk intensified, nearly overpowering her as she found herself in a clearing with the full moon overhead.  Her eyes widened as she laid eyes on a great beast standing before her.  A large wolf with pitch-black fur and piercing yellow eyes that stared straight into her soul.

She hesitantly stepped forward, uncontrollable desire swirling within her and clouding her mind.  Why was he so beautiful?  So majestic?  Where had she experienced this scent before?  The wolf had noticeable muscles rippling beneath his fur, giving him an allure she could hardly resist.  ‘I-- I shouldn’t…’ She told herself as she hesitantly stopped a few yards from him, trying to regain her composure.  Such feelings were surely wrong, and he was a wolf-- a being much larger than she was.

“Not in these forms,” the wolf said suddenly, his voice low and calm.

The fox froze, unable to articulate a response.  These forms?  What did he mean?  Why couldn’t she bring herself to leave?

“Follow my lead,” the wolf insisted.  A dark glow enveloped him as he started to change, gradually taking on a more humanoid shape while legs and arms formed from his wolf limbs.

The fox changed in tandem.  Without prompting, she started to grow, taking on a more human shape with wide hips and a soft, feminine build.  She watched the wolf in awe as breasts grew from her chest and her shape became increasingly feminine.  All the while, her fur remained.  Even when the transformation was completed, she was still covered in a thin layer of silky, tan fur.

Her and the wolf man were suddenly only inches apart.  He smelled so damn good, and from here, she saw he  was clearly more than a head taller than herself.  “W-- What is happening?”  Without another word, the dark-furred wolf man started to kiss and nip her neck, moving down to her chest while his strong hand caressed her side and hip.

The fox girl nearly melted, her breath catching in her throat as her loins burned with need.  She let him kiss and touch her.  When his fingers brushed upon her labia, she let out a slight cry and shuddered, wishing for him to do more.  When he pinched her nipple, electric shocks pulsed through her quivering form.

When his fingers pressed into the moist folds of her sex, she let out a lustful growl and pushed her hips down to meet his advance.  Unable to do anything but let her instincts guide her, she leaned in and nipped the wolf man’s chest, sliding a lithe hand over his hardened abs and chest.

At some point, the wolf man removed his hand and placed it on her stomach.  “You will make a wonderful mother,” he insisted.

The fox girl’s cheeks burned as she stared at with confusion and horniness.  “I-- I’m not supposed to.  I-- I was male,” she insisted with a shake of her head.

“That doesn’t matter,” the wolf man insisted.  “You’re a woman.  You have a womb.  You will make a perfect mother, and you’ll be treated like a goddess.”

Her knees turned weak while adrenaline raged, a burning emptiness aching between her legs.  “I-- I don’t want to be pregnant.  I don’t want to give birth-- I can’t…”  Despite these words, her body moved automatically.  She got on her hands and knees while turning away from the incredible beastman. Driven purely by instinct, she raised her backside for him, her tail swishing frantically while her sex quivered.  ‘What am I doing?  I-- I have to stop,’ she half-heartedly pleaded.

“You’ll love being pregnant and giving birth; I think you know that already,” the wolf man assured her, grabbing the base of his turgid shaft as he got into position and pressed the head into her hot, steamy folds.  “Don’t worry.  I will take care of you and ensure you’re properly spoiled.

She wanted to tell him to stop, but her mouth betrayed her.  “I-- I need you…  Please,” she begged.  With that, she felt his long, hard cock press into her pussy, sliding in nice and slow while her vagina spasmed and stretched to accommodate his impressive girth.  “Ahhhhh!”  She cried out and pushed her hips back desperately.  It was impossible to fight; she’d be impregnated-- her breasts would swell with milk to feed her child and she’d live a life of feminine, maternal instinct.  ‘I can’t-- I shouldn’t…  Oh god-- it feels so fucking good,’ she whimpered before letting out a howl as the virile male’s dick slid all the way up to the hilt.

“Ahhh!”  Chris sat up panting, her heart racing in her chest.  Her recollection of the dream had already fractured, but the key details remained.  She had mated with a strong male-- there had been teasing and words of impregnation and she had been powerless to resist her urges.

“Fucking hell,” she grunted in frustration, pulling the blanket away as she sat up and swung her legs over the side of her bed while propping an arm on her knee and placing a hand on her forehead.  “What is wrong with me?  This--,” she paused when a realization suddenly hit her.

Why was her arm covered in fur?  Eyes wide, she shakily stood to her feet and rushed to the mirror, gasping as she saw her reflection.  The same gorgeous fox woman as usual greeted her, but with one key difference.  Pale tan fur covered her soft frame, and her mouth had taken on very slight, fox-like qualities, appearing somewhat muzzle-like.  Dr. Rowena and Rodrick briefly came to mind and she couldn’t deny how attractive the vixen staring back at her was.  More than ever before, it was hard to believe such a beautiful creature was real, and that it was her at that.  “Well, shit…”