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Ellie sat down on the edge of the bed that was less than half a year old, but was still falling apart. The twine was steadily wearing away along the edges, fraying and threatening to give. If she could have afforded to make another, she would have. She would have done anything to improve her lot in life, but there was very little she could do at this point. She could only stare at the dirt floor and listen to the wail of her child in the crib nearby, his voice rising up demandingly to be fed and she just couldn't do it. She dropped her head down into her hands and tears began to well up in her eyes, threatening to spill down her cheeks while her infant still cried for her. She couldn't help him, she couldn't help herself, she couldn't even save her own home which should have been hers by right. No, it was all being taken from her, ripped away by the man who had seduced her. She had believed his promises to provide her with money, an easy job and steady income...

Young Theodore was the eldest son of a man that had once owned more slaves than he could count, alternately dealing in the slave trade and milling his farm. The owner's name was barely whispered in these parts, rarely spoken of, he was violent and unsteady. More then a few of his slaves had gone into the ground after crossing his path, and his son was barely any better, except he didn't kill. He enjoyed colored women, he wanted to seduce them or force them, either would do and she had bought into it. She had been newly freed, she hadn't known where she would go or what she would do, she only knew that she had no husband, her family had been sold away, she had nothing and Theodore had offered her his bed as a place to stay with so many damn promises that she should have never believed.

The moment her belly had begun to swell he had tossed her off, the man had done the same to countless women, siring bastards as if he had no care in the world. She had found a place to stay, a patched up old shed that no one had claimed and no one had immediately chased her out of. She had managed to live off the land, she knew how to do that, and the mild climate allowed her the luxury of gathering in the swamp or forest for food all through her pregnancy. Her son had been born on the dirt floor without a single soul in sight, cleaned off with worn rags as she had done her best. His pale skin a testament to his half-breed status, and would be the bane of his life. And now... Now she was being driven off what little security she had. The old man, the old slave owner, had tracked her down with his son's bastard in his crib and told her in no uncertain terms that she would head north or suffer the consequences.

He doesn't want the gentry to know his son's habits.. She thought bitterly, squeezing her eyes shut and letting out a shuddering breath.I'll never make it North, never.

"You don't have to leave, you know." A soft voice murmured from the doorway, rousing Ellie up into a stance to see a woman leaning against the doorway. "No reason for you to go runnin' away because of someone like him."

"What are ya doin' here?! Get out!" Ellie snapped the words, she didn't know the colored woman, she had no idea where she had come from, or why the hell she would stop here in the midst of her own... Well nearly her own home.

"Just telling you, you don't have to leave here. You can stay, perhaps even improve your situation." The voice was strange as the strange black woman stepped into her worn shed and tilted her head to one side. "I only want to help."

"Why? When I don' even know ya!" She bristled slightly, but stood up to step between the woman and her infant son. "Who are ya?"

"Vengence." The woman touched a finger to the worn grey wood lightly. "All you need do is call Theodore here, send a summons, go to him yourself, ask he meet you here..."

"He'll kill me!" Fear ran through Ellie and she widened her eyes in a moment of fear. The young lord would kill her, without even thinking about it, she would be killed because he thought she was going to try and black mail her.

"No, he won't.." The woman ran her fingers down the wood lightly. "Summon him, you will be protected. I cannot reach him on my own."

"You can't do anythin'! He'll-" Ellie started to protest, but the woman gave a slow smile, her eyes glittering brightly before fading away. The woman actually disappeared before her eyes!

Ellie swallowed, her tongue dry as she watched the form dissipate entirely in front of her, not a hint left of what had been there. Not a breath of the woman that had been standing there just a moment before, only clear space and the band of sunlight that spilled in from the gape in the door. Fear ran down her spine and she took another step back towards the cradle, her breathing coming in short bursts. What had just come to her? Who had just come to her? Devil? Ghost? She couldn't do as the visage had said, Theodore would kill her if he thought that she was going to try to black mail him or otherwise tarnish his reputation. That was why his father did his best to drive away any hint of his bastards. She couldn't do it!

Ellie squeezed her eyes shut as her son began to cry with renewed vigor. She couldn't do it.. She just couldn't.

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Damned stupid whore... Theodore yanked roughly against his horse's reins so that the nervous mare turned about down the path that wound its way along the overgrown path that would lead him to one of his former sluts. Does she think she'll get mercy for begging?

The young gentleman dug his heels into the horse's side so that the mare stepped forward with her legs lifted up high in the air, nervously throwing her head up higher in the air. Her nostrils were flared open wide, unhappy with the rough handling that he was giving her, but his temper was up. He wasn't even sure which girl had sent the young boy up to the estate with a trembling rush asking that he come to see her. It hadn't even been a hint, it had been a demand , that his son had been born. His son?! A half black mongrel that one of the wenches had managed to squeeze out of her loins, it wasn't his responsibility. If she didn't know how to miscarry the bastard it wasn't his fault, he made it clear that he was only there to enjoy himself. And now one of them either wanted to be bought off or attempt to give him the brat.

He needed to stop trying to be nice to them, too many of them took his seductions as promises to love her, when all he wanted was to see that elegant dark skin nude beneath him as he made his claim. It had been easier, and cleaner, when his father had rounded him up with a group of others to evict the niggers that had tried to claim their own land. That woman hadn't needed to be seduced, her belly had already been full when he had taken his time with her and his father hadn't stopped him. The old man had lectured him, yet again, about how he was weakening the blood with appetites. As if a half breed would ever make a claim to their estate, they would be lucky to even find jobs, let alone challenge a white man to his right inheritance.

As if his taste in white women is any better when he...

An equine squeal was his only warning before the mare suddenly lunged beneath him, twisting and bucking wildly as he struggled to hold himself in the stable. His hands clutched against the reins tightly as she reared upwards and twisted to one side, trying to bolt around in the opposite direction. If he hadn't been distracted, if he had been more aware of what she was trying to get away from, he would have stayed in the saddle, but the violent buck when she dropped down threw him out of the saddle. He had a moment of terror as he was in the air and then the hard ground rose up to meet him, his shoulder striking it hard enough that he cried out raggedly, feeling his shoulder bone hitting hard with the landing before rolling downwards on the side of the beaten path.

It hurt, everything hurt, it was jarring and terrifying before something red darted past him and bolted into the underbrush. He only had a glimpse of it in his struggle to keep from falling over the edge of the ditch, but it was enough to recognize a fox before he lost his attempt to stop his tumble down the sharp incline. His last memory was the crack of his head hitting the back of a log and the world exploded in sparks and darkness, dragging him away to the sound of his mare's hooves thundering against the ground.

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It hurt! Pain and fire poured through Theodore as he woke up with a scream and rocked his body upwards in response. It felt like he had been thrown onto coals that were tearing through his body, burning into his bones and muscles. He struggled past the pain of his throbbing head and launched himself up, twisting around with a rough scream. The heat kept tearing through him as he rolled onto his belly, scrabbling his fingers against the ground and feeling hard wood beneath him while he attempted to pull himself away. His mind was in a panic, he had to get away, something was on fire, he was on fire, he was burning up. He lurched forward several steps, his shoulder moving forward before there was a cracking popping noise as his shoulder shifted position. That alone tore another scream from his throat and his eyes snapped open to watch the bones of his fingers shifting and shortening as they dug into the wood.

"Sly sly, boy, so sly, thinking that all the world will ignore your sins..." The voice hissed down at him as he tried to scrabble away again, but he couldn't. His other shoulder blade suddenly cracked and popped, leaving him shuddering at the unnerving sensation. "I'm glad you woke up, I was afraid you would sleep through it.

He couldn't answer, everything was wrong, he panted shallowly as his fingers became stiffer and dark claws began to slip out from the tips of his nails, curling to touch the ground and the entire hand began to change. His arms were changing, his elbow shifted higher up while he felt the muscles rolling along his back strangely. He briefly saw a dark female face above him as he lurched forward, his arms becoming more slender as a roll of grey-black fur began to slip out from his skin. The fur spread rapidly, disappearing from sight as his legs felt the burn sliding through them and he dropped to his side, unable to support himself. The muscles twitched wildly, attempting to catch up to the rapid change that was tearing through him as he lifted up his head and saw his own bare nude form looking back at him. His fine clothes and jacket stripped from him, but that wasn't what made the terror bring bile rising to his throat.

Fur was spilling over him in a rush that spread along his shrinking chest. His ribs began to change as well, barreling out and growing longer instead of broad and wide. The dark midnight fur coated along his upper shoulders, he could feel it, itching and heating his skin up while he watched the thin strip of still bare skin along his chest change as well. His two pink nipples were soon joined by another pair that rose up beneath them and grew stiffer and larger than the ones on his chest. Another set soon appeared beneath it, and another, starting off as splashes of dark flesh and rising upwards, puffing around the edges as the skin went from tight and smooth to soft. In the end, ten nipples jutted out along the line of his belly as slowly the fur rippled down his changing chest down towards where his legs were shifting.

His ankles were raising up in the air as smooth stiff fur ran down along the top of his foot where his toes were growing smaller and more compact. His entire body was growing smaller and more compact! He could see where his nails were starting to grow out, turning blunter and darker like canine claws. Through it all the rocking pain was throbbing through him, making his heart beat faster so that he could feel the throbs hitting through him. With another popping sound his arms were forced straight down, his back altering as he looked down at the forelegs that were forming. Not arms, forelegs, and to top it all off, his nose was starting to grow longer. It was pushing out, the bridge sliding downwards while the tip of his nose began to almost burn. Scents were filling his nose, sharp and strange, so different from anything he had ever experienced.

His head was changing, the shape of it elongating while he squeezed his eyes shut when they started to blur, but he could feel his skin drawing taut. Just as his tongue could feel his teeth dropping down and curving into sharp fangs that nearly bit through his lips before he wrinkled them back. His throat burned while the shape of his teeth began to push outwards, his tongue elongating as warmth flowed over his skin. He didn't have to open his eyes to know that the fur was covering him and thickening along his neck, he could feel the weight of it before letting out a rough noise deep in his throat. It came out as a growl, a high pitched snarling sound that startled his eyes open to find himself staring down a long silver furred muzzle. His ears pinned back flat, only then realizing that more had changed to his face. It was beyond startling, beyond horrifying, the humanity was stolen from him entirely.

He wildly looked down his body, but it wasn't his body that he stared at, it was a lean vulpine form with thick dark fur that was ebony along his body. His legs were peppered with silver fur, just like his face, a lighter silver hue that flattened his ears down tight to his head in horror. Even as he watched, there was pressure along the line of his spine before a tail started to push outwards, thick and heavy looking as the fur was forming as it pushed down along the line of his ass cheeks. The only part of him that was human rested between his hind legs, a startling splash of pink flesh as his cock and balls remained mercifully untouched, though large and strange looking on the vulpine body. He was grateful, humiliatingly grateful that it hadn't been changed, but that was before a hand gripped him by the scruff of the neck.

He hadn't realized just how much smaller he was until a huge feeling hand clutched the loose skin along the back of his neck and hauled him upwards into the air. Theodore snarled out angrily, twisting his lips back to bare his newly made fangs while his body automatically tucked his haunches upwards, feeling the strange weight of his cock flopping down between his hind legs. He found himself being held at arm's length from a colored woman who's face was etched with hatred and disgust. Her features were so blurred with the expression that he barely recognized her, but when he did his stomach twisted up with fear. He had seen that face pushed into the dirt, her tears streaming down her face as he watched one of the men forcing his way into her with his seed being pushed out. He had left her for dead when she had screamed in pain with the first contraction.

"I see we understand each other." The woman spoke coldly before her eyes looked down with obvious disgust between his legs. "I have no wish to touch you again, but today, you deserve to see your pride leave you intimately."

Theodore snarled out in response, his fur rousing upwards as she suddenly dropped him down to the ground again and used the hold on his scruff to force him onto his back. What the fuck was she doing to him? Every story he had heard of voodoo and black magic from the slaves was rolling through his mind as her free hand flicked open a heavy lidded jar that was filled with something pale and creamy. He writhed back and forth, twisting against the hold on his scruff as he tried to get away from what she was doing to him. Whatever she had planned would be no good to him, especially not after speaking about his pride. The vision of having his manhood sliced off was tearing through him as her hand reached down and suddenly cupped his bare cock with thick cool unguent, smearing it all, over and even rolling it over the swell of his balls.

As it spread over him it was cool, but it rapidly began to heat up against his bare vulnerable skin and begin to make him itch as he attempted to twist out of the hold on his scruff. She didn't let him, she worked it around him, purposefully handling him and wrapping around the flaccid shaft so it was coated in the thick stuff. It began to itch worse, the head of his cock almost began to ache and burn as he kicked harder and tried to get away from her, his legs striking out against her arm. He was pleased when he heard he let out a sharp cry of pain when his dull nails scratched against her, seemingly giving him freedom as the hand released his scruff entirely. The former man scrambled away from her, snarling viciously while his hind legs were spread awkwardly wide from his aching hanging shaft.

"You had better get to work." She spoke sharply, angrily as she stood up and wiped her hand off with disgust. "It'll only grow worse if you leave it on there, it might even truly burn you..."

What the hell does she mean get to work?! Theodore looked around wildly, his loins itching and burning, but he needed to get out of here.

It was a shed, there was no window that hadn't been sealed shut, the door was firmly latched with only the thinnest band of light beneath it. His eyes ran around, desperately seeking a weak point that he could take advantage of by wriggling through, but he was sealed in tight. Through it all the burning grew worse, it was making his cock thicken and swell, but not with pleasure as he whined out shallowly and twisted his head about to look down at himself. His cock looked reddened and puffy from the spread of the creamy unguent, and it was only growing worse, especially at his tip. He looked around again, wildly, trying to find something he could rub against it get it off, but there was only a few boxes piled up and the plain wood floor. What did she want him to do?!

He had the answer, he had watched his dogs lick themselves in the past and a fox was very like a dog, after all. His ears splayed to either side, but it was a better choice than letting his manhood be burned off by whatever she had rubbed over him. He glared at her, the woman had settled down against the wall to watch him, not even hiding her amusement as he dropped down onto his haunches and awkwardly splayed his legs to one side and tried to twist his head down. It would have never worked as a human, he just couldn't bend that way, but his new body was able to contort itself with far more ease than he would have managed in a human one. He shifted a foreleg behind his body so he could brace himself while pushing his head down towards his aching shaft, the itching only growing worse by the moment. He had no choice.

Theodore kept his ears pinned down flat to his head while licking out with a long red tongue to scoop along the tip to try and gather the oil up. It was spicy on his tongue, but it didn't burn once he swallowed it down before going back for another lick. He pushed against the tip, rolling his tongue downwards as the places he worked his tongue around began to feel a moment of relief from the aching burn. His strokes worked all around his glans, something that was made awkward by the fact that his cock was moved by each touch of his tongue, sliding to one side and the other. He had to swallow often, the spicy stuff clung to his tongue if not and began to irritate him. But as he licked and tried to hurry his strokes, he realized that something was happening, something wrong. Despite the fact that his cock naturally began to swell and thicken under the stimulation, it was smaller than what it had been. He whined shallowly and pulled his head back, staring down anxiously at his cock, it looked smaller than it had been.

"Every touch of your tongue will make you lose it bit by bit.." The colored woman murmured, her voice heated and amused. "The more you lick, the more it will change, but if you do not...."

If I don't... It'll keep burning.. Theodore swallowed, the ache starting up again as he stared down at himself. BITCH!!! I WILL SEE HER DEAD FOR THIS!!

He curled his lips back in a feral snarl, bristling all over while she smiled at him, her eyes hooded as if she were enjoying the show a great deal. He didn't snarl for long, it started to ache again, burn, making him tremble in place before dropping his head down so his tongue began to work once more along his shaft. He hated himself for doing it. Hated the fact that he couldn't deny her satisfaction at seeing him seal his own fate while his tongue worked in powerful strokes to try and gather up the stuff as fast as he could. It was still awkward, his cock flopped oddly and he had to strain to get himself downwards to push towards the base. Each stroke of his tongue started to shorten as his cock grew noticeably thinner while he worked around the base.

The tip oozed out a bit of watery precum while he noticed that his foreskin was starting to thicken around the edges instead of growing smaller as well. The head of cock disappeared beneath it, the plump lips drawing downwards while he strained to lick around his balls next. Faster, faster, faster, those were the tone of his thoughts as he tried to get the stuff off before any more damage could be done. But it was a losing battle, the skin along his balls tightened painfully, pulling them together and forcing them up tight to his body as his tongue slid behind them and got a mouthful of the unguent. He swallowed it, saliva spilling along the corner of his furred jaws before he returned to his licking. He whined out shallowly, the pressure growing as his balls were pulling up harder between his legs, making his stomach cramp down. His cock pulled all the way down, pulling back so that the edges of his foreskin grew darker by the moment and looking swollen. His cock was a nub between them, barely an inch long from the nearly nine inches it had been.

It was absolutely horrifying, he squeezed his eyes shut, almost choking down a high pitched groan of horror. His balls pushed up tight between his legs, a sudden rolling sensation felt against his tongue as he licked over them, trying to get the last of the burning off his flesh. His hips shuddered while there was a sickening sensation of the flesh rolling inwards, the balls pulled upwards into his body, disappearing under his seeking tongue. He froze as his tongue swept over fur and bare flesh, his entire body tensing up before snapping his eyes open to stare down at his loins. His tongue remained hanging from his parted jaws as he stared at the thick swollen flesh between his legs, the bare nub of his cock visible. Not a cock at all, a clit...

The fox keened out shallowly as he stared at the swollen spade shaped sex of a fox between his... her hind legs. God, her hind legs. She was a female, the bitch had made every trace of manhood slide away from her while she was left looking down at her sex. A tremor ran down her spine before parts of her inner walls began to contract and flex in response, walls she had never had before. Her stomach felt uneasy, but that was nothing compared to the fact that the burning sensation was still happening, some of the oil hadn't been licked off. And it was no longer on a cock, but inside of her body, making her tremble in place while hunching forward, her breathing came out in short hot bursts. She didn't want to do this, she couldn't do it....

Oh god... Theodore squeezed her eyes shut, her shoulders hunching at the mocking laughter of the woman watching her before her tongue pushed against the newly formed folds.

They were thick and sensitive, swollen tight so that the brush of her tongue made her body start to react and flex as she tried to wriggle her tongue back and forth. A sudden tremor of pleasure ran down the length of her spine as she wriggled the tip of her tongue inwards, wedging and forcing inwards. The inner walls suddenly clamped down as the tongue tip began to wedge inwards inch by slow inch. Curling and stroking along the inner walls with a shudder. She'd never experienced anything like this, the sensitive passage that stroked along her tongue reacted to every touch. She, humiliatingly, became aware of pleasure mingling with the lingering ache of the oil that had coated her cock. She pinned her ears flat while rolling her tongue in deeper, feeling the walls caressing around her long tongue as her jaws spread open wide.

She rubbed over and over where the burn and itch was the worst, her breathing puffing out hotly while she tried her best to ignore the way her nerves were being rubbed with the velvety hot tongue. What she couldn't ignore, was the fact that wetness was starting to coat her tongue, mingling with her saliva and pushing out around the base. The slickness built up as she worked her tongue in and out, trying to find every last trace that she could of the vile stuff, trying to ignore the occasional shudder that went down her back and caused her hips to tense up before relaxing again. She squeezed her eyes shut and pushed her tongue as deep as it would go, her walls clutching and rippling as if trying to milk the slippery appendage, but she didn't care. She just wanted that itching burn to stop.

Slowly, too slowly for her tastes, the itching burn started to fade away while her tongue was coated with the taste of her own arousal. A fox's arousal. She wasn't just licking a female sex, but an animal's, hers.. She shuddered along her back before jerking her head backwards so her tongue pulled out with a wet slippery sound, but at least it was gone. Her walls were left rippling and pulling around nothing, the edge of pleasure still there as she trembled in place, trying to ignore her swollen folds and pounding of her own heartbeat. She wasn't going to entertain this bitch by licking herself like some animal. She wasn't an animal. Theodore rose her trembling head and bared her teeth at her tormentor, not even knowing the woman's name as she snarled.

"Don't worry, I know a tongue won't satiate that heat." She slowly stood up, her eyes still heavy lidded as if she had truly enjoyed the show. "Feel free to try, I will try and find you a suitable... companion, in the meantime.. Enjoy your time, your heat will only grow worse."

The only response Theodore could give was another snarl, her hackles bristling as she firmly sat down and tried to ignore the ache between her legs. It wasn't burning, she could ignore it.