(Woman to Vixen)
(Man to Fox)

Fiona and Kent were viewed as an odd couple by their friends. They’d been together for three years, and yet they hadn’t had sex so much as once. They had a good reason, though no-one would believe them. Fiona had been cursed as a child, an attempt to ensure she lived a life of chastity. Were she to have sex, she and her lover would become a pair of foxes, nothing more than animals—for surely lusty animals they were. At least, that’s what Fiona’s mother had warned her of.

She hadn’t believed in it until late in her high school years, when she came close to fulfilling the curse. But the boy she’d trusted, loved with all of her heart—he had fled at the first sign of trouble. Since then, she’d decided that it was fine to live life alone, unburdened by thoughts of love.

And then she met Kent. He was so sweet, was everything she’d dreamed of in a man. He didn’t even need for her to explain why she refused to have sex, accepting her fully. And when she did explain, he believed her—something she’d not thought possible. He’d promised himself to her, even if that meant the pair couldn’t be intimate.

Yet unselfish as he was, Fiona could still tell he had urges. She accommodated them as best she could, and though she knew it was more than enough for her lover, she couldn’t help but feel as though he wanted more. She wanted to be with him completely, wanted to live together for the rest of their lives—damn any curses, if they transformed forever, then so be it!

Kent heartily agreed, and Fiona almost cried at his kind acceptance. They resolved to be with each other that very night, make love under the stars. But life has a funny way of working, and they found that other obligations continued to keep them from having sex. This lasted for nearly a week before Fiona realized that if the two of them would transform, they wouldn’t need to worry about life, duties, debts.

It was so obvious, the two of them shared a laugh, resolving go out as soon as possible. That night, they left for a motel by the woods, a note explaining what had happened left under the windshield wiper of one of Fiona’s closest friends. If they had gauged her right, she’d be happy to adopt the two of them as pets. If they didn’t... Well, they could always learn to hunt.

To be honest, they didn’t care about the future. Right now, they were free to be with one another, in a cheap room with an open window. That is where our story begins, a pair of lovers standing opposite another, prepared to make a lifelong commitment under a starless sky.

 

 

Fiona flushed as she took off her panties, the last of her clothing. She dropped them to the ground, shivering slightly. Kent could tell it wasn’t from the cool air of the night. His girlfriend had a dark, puffy vagina that seemed like it would be more at home on an animal than on a person. He’d believed her about the curse, but he hadn’t expected her to begin changing before they even started to consummate their love.

Fiona caught his look and her gaze darted to the floor. “M-my first boyfriend. We almost went all the way, but as he fingered me, the changes started, and he ran.” She was worried, so worried it would happen again. That was the one secret she’d kept, for fear that if Kent knew she was ‘used goods’, he too would leave her.

Kent quickly hugged her nude body to his own. “I won’t run.” He promised, meaning every word. He had sworn his life to her, promising they’d be together for as long as they both lived. But it looked like she still didn’t believe that, biting her lower lip nervously.

“Are... Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Fiona stammered, still unwilling to make eye contact.

Kent smiled and kissed her as his response. “Sweetie, I love you. Nothing will change that, not even magic.”

Fiona smiled, then knelt down to gaze upon her boyfriend’s manhood. Kent wasn’t completely erect at the moment, probably something to do with his impending transformation. Well, she knew how to fix that. Worried about being inadequate, she’d done a fair amount of reading, and it was time to put this knowledge to use.

She leaned down, her hands caressing the sides of his shaft gently. For a moment, she stroked him like this, feeling the softness of his skin, the faint bulging of a vein. Then, she ran her tongue along his length, savoring his taste.

Kent’s reaction was immediate, his blood flowing down to his penis, the erection he’d been waiting to give her finally taking form. He grunted, falling back onto the bed as his cock twitched with pleasure.

Fiona’s smile widened, and she looked up to make eye contact with him as she licked her lips. Then, she slowly took his length into her mouth, making sure to slide her lips along his cockhead on the way to his base.

It was a warm, wet suck that set Kent’s member on fire. He opened his mouth to tell her to keep going, but only a moan escaped his lips as she pre-empted him, swirling her soft tongue around him.

Fiona needed no encouragement, needed no advice. The girl was acting on both knowledge an impulse alike. She paid careful attention to his twitching cockhead, teasing the sensitive skin between it and the shaft.

Kent sighed, relaxing as she continued to orally pleasure him. This was well worth the wait; he had a perfect girlfriend that he could spend the rest of his life with. The slight slurping she was making increased in volume, as did the pressure of her tongue on his member, and he looked down in surprise to find her pulling off of him, her tongue lapping away at the underside of his cock as she drew up for breath.

Fiona smiled sheepishly, her tongue now hanging a little past her chin. “Ah think the thanges have sthar’ed.” She looked down to his cock for emphasis. Kent gasped in shock as he noticed that his head was a lighter, reddish-pink. His member still tingled, too; and he kept watching as the skin around his head grew thicker, a foreskin growing in until it covered his head. That was unusual; he’d been circumcised for as long as he’d remembered.

Fiona noticed his perturbed look, her eyes widening as he started to lose his hard-on. Hurriedly, she started licking his balls, loudly slurping away at him even as she played her fingers along his length. He started to get hard again, and she breathed a sigh of relief, redoubling her efforts.

“Ohh, this is weird.” Kent breathed as Fiona continued to tease him further. She stopped, and his hips twitched slightly, his member straining for further attention. “But good!” He added hurriedly, petting her head lovingly.

Fiona grinned, then leaned back down, swirling her tongue under his new foreskin, teasing his erection from it. His pink head exposed itself once more, and Fiona quickly wrapped her long tongue along it, tilting her head slightly as she continued to suck loudly at his rod.

She lifted her head up, looking Kent in the eyes as she teased his cockhead further. Her nose twitched, and she let out a small squeak as it turned black, the tip tilting up and flattening to give the young woman a distinctly canine appearance. Fiona took a deep breath, her eyelids fluttering slightly as she realized she could actually smell how aroused her lover was.

Kent was more erect than he’d ever been in his life, in spite of the changes—or perhaps because of them. Watching Fiona’s eyes change from their usual chocolate brown to a yellow-gold was strangely enticing. Seeing those eyes look up every now and then, asking if she was doing a good job, was almost as enjoyable as the blowjob she was giving him.

Then Fiona’s mouth began to ache, and she had to slide off of Kent for a moment. She jerked him off with one of her hands as she worked her jaw from side to side, crossing her eyes to watch it begin to draw away from her face. Fiona noticed Kent watching with a wide stare as she grew a canine muzzle. Worried that he’d go soft again, she quickly darted her head down, taking Kent’s entire length in her muzzle.

Any reservations Kent had about these changes was immediately blown away as he slumped back onto the bed, breathing heavily as Fiona pleased him in a way he’d never even dreamed of. Fiona’s muzzle was warm and wet around his length, the perfect fit for his cock.

Kent loved the way her lips brushed against his shaft with each bob of her head. He loved the way her teeth would occasionally graze his sensitive flesh, and how she’d flush with embarrassment, hurriedly licking the afflicted area. He loved how enraptured she seemed by his cock, as though her entire life was devoted to bringing him to completion.

Fiona wrapped her tongue around his cock once more, pulling off to catch a breath of air, sliding her soft tongue up his length; then swirling it around his cockhead.

That proved to be something of a mistake, the last bit of stimulation too much for Kent to bear. He grunted, his hips twitching as he came on Fiona’s face. She saw him tense again and quickly covered his cock with her mouth, gulping down his fluids as he came a second, then a third time. It was too much, and she had to pull off of him, letting his semen spatter across her chest.

Kent groaned with ecstasy and disbelief as he continued to come, his balls twitching as they darkened in color. Fiona could smell his semen changed, and she smiled softly realizing from scent alone how fertile Kent would be. With each spasm of his member, his cock drew closer to his chest, until it pushed against his stomach, the skin fusing as he squirted one last load over his own chest.

“Ah! Sorry!” Fiona flushed, leaning in to lick off her lover’s fluids. She ran her fingers along his new sheath as she did so, watching it harden once again from the corner of her eye. “I think this will be a perfect fit for me.” She muttered absently, feeling animal instincts take over her mind as a wave of heat swept its way across her body.

“Oh reall—ah!” Kent was interrupted as Fiona straddled him, rubbing her wet vulpine snatch over his cock, covering his shaft in her juices. They were hot, wet, and sticky. Kent couldn’t get enough of that, his cock at full attention once more.

“Mm-hm.” She kissed him, her long tongue teasing Kent’s gums, trailing across his growing canines. She broke the kiss, and his face pushed out a little, as though it was as eager as he was to continue the kiss. He frowned, rubbing his stretched face anxiously.

“Please, please, please get inside me right now.” Fiona leaned in to Kent’s ear, licking it needfully. It lengthened beneath her tongue, and she smiled, repeating the process for his other one as he groaned with bliss.

“Only if you kiss me again.” Kent breathed, his hands guiding her hips, positioning them just over his cock. He could feel her quaking, fighting the temptation to spear herself onto him then and there. She whined a little, and he held her just off of him, feeling her tantalizing warmth. “Well?” He looked up with a small smile on his muzzle.

Fiona was all too happy to oblige, leaning down to lock lips with her lover. His face continued to push out, his tongue lengthening to entwine with hers—though none of that mattered to either of them. Their entire world was filled with how Kent pushed her down onto his cock, her wet folds easily parting and hugging his dick, his thick meat filling her expectant pussy.

Fiona gasped into Kent’s mouth, groaning loudly with pleasure as she started to ride him. She broke the kiss again, leaning back to run her hands through her hair, over her own lengthening ears. Her hips rolled almost instinctively, her breasts bouncing as she moaned loudly into the air, letting her lover know that she was loving every moment of this.

Her lover... The thought was a comforting one to the changing girl, and she looked down to find him panting with bliss, his golden eyes unfocused as his tongue lolled out from his mouth. Fiona giggled, tilting her head so she could kiss him again, their muzzles rubbing against one another easily, his nose changing just as hers had.

She continued to buck against him as they kissed, working into a steady rhythm to the beat of her heart. She could feel his head in particular, sliding from her entrance to her depths with each play of Fiona’s hips. Her spine ached, and she could feel her hips reconfigure themselves for four-footed travel. That didn’t matter; her new posture was perfect for riding Kent. Yet there was something else—it felt like her tailbone was extending!

A fluffy orange tail slowly extended from her backside, its tip a gentle snow white. Kent groaned from beneath her, and she hurriedly got off of him, realizing that he had to be uncomfortable. Sure enough, he rolled onto his side, his tail no longer trapped from being under the bed.

Kent stared at it for a moment, catching his breath. Then, he looked over his shoulder at Fiona, a smile on his lips. “You want to continue this in a more... natural pose?” The thought of her on all fours, gasping for air as he plowed her had always been a private fantasy of his. Knowing that it would lead to them being together for life only made it more enticing.

“Do you even need to ask?” Fiona obeyed hurriedly, getting on all fours and waggling her pussy in the air. With his new nose, Kent could smell that she was in heat. His dick impossibly grew harder, actually aching to fill her. He needed no further invitation, jumping on top of her and sliding into her once more.

Fiona’s eyes widened, crossing slightly at the feeling of him fucking her from behind. This was on a entirely new level from the sex they were having before—he was bringing rapture to a completely different, more sensitive set of nerves. She cried out loudly, her hands balling into fists on the sheets beneath her.

She could feel the same bone-changing force that was running through the rest of her body assailing them, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was how Kent was humping her, bringing her pleasures beyond that which she’d though possible.

Kent panted with lust and bliss—this was far more tiring than before, yet all the more satisfying for that. He leaned against Fiona, feeling her tail press tightly against him as he groped her breasts, kneading their soft flesh with his hands. He could see that her hands were changing into paws, and he wanted to enjoy her soft tits until either she lost them or he lost the ability to squeeze them.

Kent teasing her nipples was almost too much for Fiona, and she shuddered beneath him, feeling as though her body was melting, being sent to a completely different world. Her paws dug at the sheets, and Fiona panted with desire, rolling her hips to further stimulate both she and her lover.

The couple’s moans and gasps filled the air, their sweaty bodies growing soft fur, black across their lower arms and legs; white on their muzzles, bellies, and the tips of their ears; a fiery orange everywhere else, a fitting parallel to the burning passion of their lovemaking. The two didn’t even notice the room get hotter from their fur—the only thing that crossed their minds was how amazing their soft forms felt against each other.

Then, Fiona’s breasts started to shrink, three sets of teats growing across her chest to fill the gap. She frowned at that, worried that Kent wouldn’t approve of this latest change, unable to continue rubbing at her soft mounds of flesh. She needn’t have worried.

Kent could feel his fingers cramping up, so he moved from groping her to simply rubbing at her dwindling breasts. An idea stuck him, and Kent began to run his hands up and down her torso, feeling her tense beneath him whenever he brushed against her teats. Then, he placed his black paws on either side of her, increasing his pace.

Fiona moaned lustily, her lover’s increased pace just perfect to almost make her lose her mind. She loved the way he parted her folds, each slap of his balls against her ass. Fiona could feel the muscles in her legs twitch, bones lengthening and twisting. She pulled them under her, gasping loudly at how this change of posture let Kent slide even more of his length into her.

Kent changed his stance as well, now finding it easier to stand, rather than kneel. His neck ached, and he found his head being pushed upward, sliding to the natural form for a canine. He didn’t care; it just let him be closer to Fiona when he leaned in close, nibbling at one of her ears to get her attention.

“I want to—I want to come inside you!” Kent gasped, his paws pressing hard against the bed as his thrusting grew to a fever pitch. He could feel his balls ache, but he needed her permission, needed to know if she was okay with finishing their changes, locking them in their new forms.

“Do y-you need to aaask!” Fiona panted, burying her face in a pillow as she shoved herself back, her tail rubbing madly against his chest and face. Would she be fine with a companion for life; a partner to raise children with; her closest and most trusted lover? Of course! She lifted her head, an excited bark leaving her throat as Kent pressed against her, putting everything he had into these last few thrusts.

His cock bulged inside of her, and Kent gasped as pleasure coursed through his body, electric sensations tingling across his every joint. He slid his paws closer to her, shutting his eyes as he shoved his full length into her expectant pussy.

For a moment, time stood still, his dick on the verge of release; her sopping wet cunt squeezing him tightly, waiting to accept his fertile load. The air was cool on the lovers’ tongues, their bodies ever so hot against one another.

Then, Kent howled with release, shooting wave after wave of cum into her. He grunted, hugging her tighter as he continued to fill her with his seed. It was like he was deflating, each thrust shrinking him, each twitch of his cock making him stand a little taller, hold onto Fiona a little tighter. Yet his dick seemed only to grow, a knot holding him tightly to her, plugging her hole so that none of his semen would leak.

Fiona gasped at the sensation of his cum filling her, then she squeezed her eyes shut, a small whimper escaping her muzzle as she too began to shrink, starting with her cunt, her every muscle tightening around him to squeeze as much of his essence from him as she could.

She yipped happily at the thought of bearing his children, and she could feel her insides twisting to make such a feat possible. “Ohrrr Grrd! Lrrve yrrr—arf!” She flicked her head up as her speech degenerated into content barks.

Kent tried to reply, but all he could manage was a set of growling yips. He whined with disappointment and then flinched in surprise as Fiona swatted the side of his muzzle with her tail. That’s right, why did he have to worry? Of course she knew he loved her: she was his companion, his lover, his mate.

Spent, he slumped on top of her, licking the back of her head lovingly. She rolled onto her side, and he mirrored the action, a very human cuddle for the pair of animals that they were. Kent hugged her tightly, a vulpine smile on his face as she rubbed her paws along her belly, feeling how full it was.

The two foxes sighed happily, resting against one another, relishing the feeling of each other’s hearts pounding as they took solace in each other’s company. Kent found his eyes getting heavier and heavier, and Fiona smiled as he curled up around her, drifting off to sleep. She licked one of his paws, smiling as he cuddled her a bit tighter.

For the first time in her life, she was thankful for this curse, and she closed her eyes as well, basking in the first night of the rest of their lives.