(Man to Female Fox)

Travis sauntered through the woods, his hands hooked into his backpack straps. The brown-haired man loved these nature walks, especially how good the sun and fresh air felt. The trees were rustling, the birds were chirping, and there was a woman… singing?

He blinked in mild surprise, a momentary look of shock crossing his tanned features. He’d hiked along here many times before, and this was the first time he’d ever encountered anyone human. It wasn’t often that he met someone else who loved nature, so he figured it could be fun-incorrectly.

He should have turned around, given the accompanying sounds of water splashing and of the occasional giggle. But, as so often happens when men are curious, he overlooked the little details. He brushed through the foliage, an amicable smile on his face.

“Hi there! I’m Travis, and” Whatever half-brained introduction he’d planned to give died in his throat as he realized he was looking at a female figure who was entirely naked and not entirely human. She had glimmering violet skin and purple eyes which flashed with anger as she turned to him.

“Okay, now I know this looks bad.” He managed, before she began to speak.

Trespasser, human of Adam a son
Begin to change as you scurry and run
Punishment for a sight not yours to believe
Reform at my will to a daughter of Eve

Her words were soft and flowing, an almost musical lilt to them that made Travis keenly aware of his coarse his own voice was. He looked to the woman, struggling to find an apology. Then he yelped in pain, a sharp sensation running through his groin.

It was like someone was grabbing hard onto his scrotum, crushing his testicles in an invisible grip. Travis wobbled and nearly fell to his knees, his hands pressing between his legs. Another yelp escaped his lips, this one of surprise. He felt bare skin below his fingers.

The man looked down and whimpered as he saw he was as naked as the woman before him. Only… She couldn’t be a woman, not if she’d somehow stripped him. It was a suspicion soon confirmed as he felt the skin below his fingers begin to change.

They were subtle shifts at first, a faint ache here and a molding motion there. However, as he felt his length begin to shrink, he realized that something was distinctly awry. His cock was throbbing, his tip was swelling-but overall, his length was shrinking.

His shaft was receding towards his hips, and the woods suddenly seemed so much warmer. A whimper escaped his lips as that viselike grip around his testicles returned. It was his scrotum tightening around himself, like a net that was being reeled in.

It pulled his testicles into his body, and he let out a loud squeak of distress, feeling them aching in his groin as they reformed to a working set of ovaries. A distinct valley settled between his legs, opening and gracing his… No, gracing her new folds with the kiss of the woodland air. Wait, no… His! He wasn’t a woman, even though he might look like one…

In fearful confusion, Travis turned and ran. Little did he know, it was far too late for him. All he knew was that he had to get out, he had to escape! His chest swelled into a pair of ample bosoms as he moved, prayers running through his head that never made it to his lips.

His stubble receded into a heart-shaped feminine face, and his hair lengthened until it grazed against the small of his back with every step he took. The brunette desperately looked back to see if he was being followed, but mercifully the only footsteps behind him were his own.

Not enough of a shift from he to a her,
You must be imprisoned here and covered in fur
Never to return to your human kind
With a bushy tail, furry ears, slender muzzle canine

The nymph’s words flowed into his ears although she was nowhere nearby. Worse, his ears responded to the silky song of the mystical creature’s voice. Travis let out a squeak, feeling the sides of his head and shuddering as his fingers met more ear than he was used to.

They were growing larger and larger, swelling and twitching with change. New muscles let them flick from side to side, and he whimpered as he felt them twitch. It was only the first of this new wave of changes, a rush of heat marking the second of them.

His body itched all over, and he dug darkening nails into his skin. It alleviated the sensation, but it did nothing for its source, for the lush fur that was poking out of his every pore. His nudity was covered by whelming wave of orange, black, and white fur.

It was orange along his back, white on his belly, and black on his arms and legs. Travis had seen enough foxes to recognize their coloration, and he let out a loud whimper of shock as he looked to his changing body.

“No way… I’m becoming some sort of fox?” He asked, noticing how much lighter his voice was; how delicately every word left his lips. His hands moved to his furry throat in shock, then to his face in pain. It was like someone was pulling on his face, and his face was yielding to the motion.

Slowly, his mouth lengthened into a vulpine muzzle, a snout settling in place clearly in his vision. His nose flattened and blackened, and he flicked his tongue instinctively against it to moisten it. A second later he realized just how long his tongue had become.

If his mouth had remained at a human size, he’d surely have choked on it. His tongue was long now, just like an animal’s. And just like an animal’s, it hung past his darkening lips as he began to pant.

Travis couldn’t resist the instinctive habit. It was the only way to cool himself down, and he desperately needed to alleviate the heat that was spreading through his form like a wildfire. He moaned as his chest ached more, two rows of soft and plump teats swelling just beneath his feminine breasts.

A tail slowly creaked out from his spine, his bones cracking and popping as they shifted to better accommodate his new appendage. It swayed form side to side as though in blissful unawareness of his distress, covered in bushy, thick hairs.

“N-no, this can’t be happening!” He cried out, his female voice seeming to echo through the clearing. “Please, someone, help!”

Still not enough for this beast can still talk
Just like a human, she on two legs she walks
Push her down to a life on all fours
Take all her words, leave her yips and roars

“N-no! PlIP! I don’t wARF!” Travis desperately pawed at his throat, only to howl in distress as an invisible force tugged at his tail. It lifted his appendage, making him fall hard onto his belly and onto his swollen vulpine teats.

“Nrrrot mhhyy speech!” Travis forced, his ears lowering submissively. He knew deep down that if this happened, there would be nothing left Nobody would be able to tell him from a common fox after these changes, all they would see was an animal.

“PlrrIP! Yip! ARF!” He barked, howling an instant later as he realized that he could no longer pronounce human words. He tried to stagger to his feet to run before the rest of the changes hit, but he was too slow-far too slow.

His arms and legs cracked loudly as they shortened, and Travis looked to his hands in terror, watching as his fingers blimped up into the useless digits of an animal. When he pressed his hands back down upon the grass, they were paws.

The grass no longer felt right to him, as though he was feeling it through calloused skin. The pads of his paws were rougher than his human flesh was, despite their apparent softness. It was just another reminder of how far he’d fallen from humanity… And how far he was to fall.

Desperately, Travis began to run again-this time on all fours. It came naturally to him, which in itself only stoked his fears. It shouldn’t be this easy to run like an animal, but his muscles were totally adapted to it. His paws thumped at the ground as he kept moving, ears twitching madly at any sign of danger.

Too late, they flicked to the right, picking up a rustling in the foliage. Then another orange blur tackled into him, knocking him onto his side. He flailed his four limbs in a struggle to right himself, golden eyes widening as he caught sight of another fox.

It was a female fox who looked much like he did now, though she doubtless had the mind of an animal. There was no intelligence in her eyes, or in the way she dumbly panted and yipped. Travis dreaded the thought of becoming like her, but knew that there was nothing he could do about it.

Another rustle from the bushes, then another marked the entrance of new foxes, a full stable of females. There were no males in sight, and that only made him dread meeting one all the more. Quickly, he rose to all fours, baring his teeth and lifting his tail aggressively.

The other foxes didn’t seem to care, yipping and bounding around him, teeth nipping at his vulpine form. They nuzzled him and left him reeking like an animal, and he snarled and broke free, dashing into a clearing and freezing at the sight of another fox.

This one wasn’t like the others. It was larger, he was larger. Travis knew that this was the pack’s leader, and his own ears drooped instinctively, in a mollifying fashion. He hoped that the fox wouldn’t see him for a bitch and claim him… And his prayers were, for once, answered.

The male fox huffed after sniffing the air a few times. Evidently, despite the best intentions of the other vixens, he still smelled human. Or… Human enough to dissuade an animal. It bought him time, merciful time to think of some way to get back to society and tell people who he was.

Instincts abound, now hunger for meat
Not for consumption but to sate a heat
And when you succumb to that bliss so divine
Forever shall vanish your old human mind

The latest words brought with them a sense of dread and arousal alike, and drool dripped down Travis’s long tongue. Had his pussy always been that hot? Had he always been so aroused? He can’t have been, there was no way he’d have been able to resist the male otherwise…

His male. Her male. No, his! Travis pawed as his head, folding one of his ears with his right paw. It didn’t help him focus at all, the only thing he could think of was this maddening heat. He looked up to her owner, to her… His. To his owner, his pack leader.

And the fox turned away.

Travis’s heart clenched, and she let out a loud whine. That wasn’t right, she needed to be bred! Not that he wanted to be, but he needed a cock embedded in her folds to sate this heat. It didn’t even strike the former man that he was now mentally genderfluid, the only thing that mattered to him now was her potential mate.

A low and needy whimper slipped from her lips as she approached her mate submissively. He thought of how to attract the male, and only one thing came to mind. When he was close enough to touch the male, he began to lick at his mate submissively, lasciviously.

The fox let out a faint huff, one of pleasure that made Travis’s heart sing with delight. She lapped more at him, moving her head to his shaft and servicing it with her vulpine tongue. This was perfect, he needed this, she needed this.

The male turned, and Travis turned, wiggling her plush fox butt at him, spurring him forward. Not only did he accept her temptations, he also responded in kind. The male nipped at her neck, and Travis succumbed to the bliss that was her female body.

How insane she had been to resist this! This feeling, of warmth against her back and teeth sinking into the scruff of her neck, was absolute pleasure, carnal and divine. Moreover, it was only the tip of the iceberg.

The male held her pinned down, nipping at her and pressing his cock against her ass time and time again, questing for her pussy but not quite spearing her. Desperate for his cock, Travis whined, throwing herself back against him.

It mercifully gave him exactly what he needed, and the male growled as he thrust deep into her again and again. It was pleasure unlike anything Travis had experienced before in her life, more pleasure than she’d ever experience again.

She whimpered and ground back against his hard flesh, feeling him bulge within her. It was good, too good! The mental screams of a man were forever silenced in her head, and were replaced now with only the feral snarls and growls of a bitch in heat.

The vixen-she couldn’t even remember her own name-rolled her hips back against her mate, relishing his every thrust. She feverishly gave into the passion, groaning numbly as his knot bulged within her, spurring her on, awakening her inner animal.

Her eyes glazed over as she howled, drool spilling from past her lips. She came with a howl of passion, but her mate was nowhere close to done with her yet. The bitch howled and clenched around his cock, feeling his knot swell to plug the fluids she spilled over his member.

She gasped for breath, suffocating beneath the waves of pleasure. Her entire world was the orange-clad mate atop her back and the incredible cock inside her. Haggard, ragged pants escaped her muzzle, and she fell onto her teats.

It didn’t slow her mate in the slightest and he rode her until she came two, three times. Finally, when she was at her limit and could take no more, he hilted himself in her, coating her insides with warmth. The vixen was completely spent, and her long tongue dangled from past her lips as her mate rested atop her.

A shimmering alerted herself to the presence of a new arrival, and she looked up to find a nymph. Her vulpine mind knew the woman was as much a part of these woods as she was, and she settled back under her mate.

The nymph began to speak again, words that the vixen couldn’t process. She had no idea that they were making her fertile, filling her womb with a full litter of healthy kits. She didn’t know that the nymph was cursing her to this life forever.

All the vixen knew was that she’d pleased her mate, and in doing so she’d earned a restful slumber. Her furry eyelids drifted shut, and she lapsed into a contented post-coital slumber.