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Elysia: Beginnings

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Elysia heard the crack of a rifle in the woods. Immediately, the forest spirit knew it was hunters. In her protected woods!

Taking the form of a wolf, she lopped through the woods, listening to the baying of the hunters hounds to guide her to them to them.

Closer now, she heard another shot, and then and an anguished yelp! Her ears pivoted forward - she knew the sound well, the hunters had shot a fox!

She charged to the opening of a small glade, and there saw three men, carrying rifles, two of whom held dogs on leashes, all straining towards a wounded todd that was hobbling away, leaving a trail of blood.

The third man was aiming his rifle.

Anger boiled within her, and she took her human form, a naked female nymph with green hair. And she stepped out into the clearing, and cast a paralysis spell on all of them.

The men stopped suddenly, as did their dogs, frozen in place, only their eyes moving as they stared at her naked form.

Then she cast a healing spell on the todd, scanning its mind as well: it was the third man who had shot him. As she read the todd's mind she sent a simple thought to him that all was well now, there was no need to be afraid, and it walked up to her nuzzled her legs, then turned around to watch.

Her anger focused on the shooter: what to do with him? Then she got a bright idea! The todd had no mate, and there weren't enough foxes in her forest anyway.

So she cast a transformation spell on the third hunter: transform into a super-sexual, super-sensuous beautiful vixen in heat....

Then she considered the other two men, and the gun-wielder began to transform.

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The man's paralysis spell broke off as the transformation spell took hold. He cried in horrified surprise as his body was engulfed in an intensely warm glow. He fell over onto all fours as his feet cracked and the bones rearranged themselves.

The others could only watch with silent horror as the young man's body transformed right in front of them. His legs took on a canid form, red fur starting at his thighs spreading outward.

His camouflage clothing evaporated to nothingness from the transformation magic. His legs now fully reformed to that of a red fox, the transformation spread up his now fully nude body.

From reading his mind, Elysia knew this man's name was Mark. Mark gritted his teeth at the intense pressure of a new appendage pushing out from his spine, the new tail quickly fluffing out into a full sized fox tail.

He tried to reach back at the foreign sensation of his new fluffy tail flitting back and forth in agitation. "What the hell?!", he cried when he saw his completely changed lower half, fur quickly spreading up his chest.

He was already much smaller than his previous muscular human form. The changes now progressed to his arms, which followed the same fate as that of his legs. Black claws dug into the grass as his hand turned into animalistic paws. Mark stared at his new forepaws in horror, then uttered a whine as his head began to shift.

His once human cries turned to distressed high pitched yips as fur spread up his neck, taking away his power of human speech. Bones cracked in his neck, his mandible and face pushing away from him as his skull molded into a canid shape.

The fur covered his ears too as they pushed up his head and became pointed. New smells and sounds he didn't notice before now assaulted his brain. The smell of fear, the sounds of the crackling leaves beneath his body.

Elysia stared at the newly formed red fox on the ground, smiling with satisfaction. Reading his mind she knew he deserved his punishment, for he had committed far greater sins in his past. Before the fox had a chance to move she grabbed it by the scruff of the neck, holding the kicking and squirming animal before his paralyzed peers.

"Behold the consequences of harming my forest", she announced.

She held Mark's head down pointed towards his lower body so he too could witness the next part of his change.

He yelped in terror watching his very maleness melting away. The furry testicles and sheath that accompanied them burned and retracted into his body reforming into ovaries and a unmistakably female vagina.

Mark whined in disbelief as she stared at the female sex between her legs. She yipped in surprise as a finger traced the outer lips of her sex, sending a electric-like rush of startling pleasure up her spine. As the finger teased her new sex she could see her own wetness already starting to bead out from her tight virgin channel. Her whole body felt warm from the arousal, as she could feel her multiple teats and folds swell with blood.

The finger now parted the outer lips of her sex, making her eyes open wide in shock as it penetrated. Sensations she'd never felt assaulted her, virgin nerves being tickled with the probing.

The vixen could only squirm and yip in protest, but the pleasure was undeniable. The fingers moved in and out with wet squishing noises. Her paralyzed company could only watch helplessly, their eyes wide open in terror.

After several moments of teasing the new vixen with her fingers, Elysia dropped the todd's new mate on the ground. "She is ready for you".

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Elysia looked at the transformed Vixen, then back to the todd at her feet. She sent a thought to him: go to her and mate her.

The todd got up and walked to the vixen. He sniffed her muzzle. Mark could only stare....

Well, she could also smell: the todd's scent was rich and musky and male, and it sent shivers through her body, settling in her new teats and vagina.

Overcome with shock at her transformation, she could only watch helplessly as the todd walked around her, rubbing against her and making yipping noises. Then he put his muzzle under her tail, and sniffed her there. She watched out of the corner of her eye as the todd's penis began to protrude out of it's sheath.

And suddenly, he leaped on her back, grasping her around the waist with his forelegs! Mark yipped in surprise, and then the next thing she felt was the tips of his penis part the lips of her new vagina!

Her eyes flew open in shock, and then the todd moved his hips, sliding his hard cock into her with a wave of electrical pleasure that made her blink and yelp.

The todd's cock was inside her! She could feel it in her, long and warm and hard, filling her new vagina! She bucked and twisted, trying to throw the todd off her, but he rode her movements, refusing to fall off, and then he started to thrust.

Waves of pleasure roared through her with each thrust of his penis, and she yipped and yelped and dug her claws into the forest floor as he slid his cock back and forth inside her, humping her like a dog. Oh my God, Mark thought, he's fucking me! I'm being fucked!

She twisted and turned and bucked, trying to get the todd off her, but he was clinging too tightly, riding her as he fucked her. She could feel his warm body atop her, his weight on her back, his balls slamming into her cunt with each thrust of his penis, his warm breath on the back of her neck....

Pleasure built in Marks new vagina as he fought, each thrust of the todd's penis inside her increasing the sensation. I can't... let him... fuck me!, Mark thought, I'm... I'm a vixen!

Then suddenly she was seeing fireworks behind her eyes and flashes of white light as her vagina spasmed around the todd's cock, and a warm wave of pleasure filled her body, carrying her away, making her feel weightless.

Eyes shut tight, she drifted away in the sensation as the todd continued fucking her, having her first female orgasm. Oh God, was all she could think, as she slowly started to come back down to earth, her claws dug deep into the forest floor, her breath coming in pants.

And he was still fucking her! She stood there, just wailing, as she felt the todd's cock sliding back and forth inside her as she finished cumming....

Then suddenly, he stopped thrusting and pushed his penis into her as far as he could, it's tip bumping into the flesh at the top her vagina where her new womb began, and he yipped once and bit her gently on the back of the neck.

The next thing she felt was his penis, now even warmer and more engorged, begin to pulse inside her, as the todd spilled his seed in her.

Oh my God, she thought, he just came in me!

Then the todd was resting atop her, licking the back of her neck and ears.

Mark couldn't believe it - she had just been fucked by a male fox!

They eventually caught their breathes, and the todd slipped off her, his penis leaving her with a wet sound, leaving an empty feeling behind in her vagina.

Mark looked back at the todd, then up at the green haired woman, then at her paralyzed brothers, who where staring at her.

Then she took off like a shot into the woods.

Behind her, the todd followed.

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This can't possibly be happening!, Ben thought in silent panic, still paralyzed by Elysia's spell. It just wasn't possible what he just saw happen to his older brother.

Yet there was no denying what he saw. Right in front of him he had watched as Mark's body was twisted into that of a vixen. He had watched helplessly as the todd mounted her and forced himself inside of her. The image of its red cock forcing into her as she cried, and the vixen's vagina dripping with his seed afterwards still burned fresh in his mind.

Not only that, but the unmistakable smell of animal sex, of a vixen in heat, still lingered in the air.

Even though the foxes had run out of site, their high pitched yapping could be heard nearby as the todd chased his new mate. The cries crescendoed with the frantic rustle of leaves when he eventually caught up with her, knocking her into the ground and grabbing her by the nape of her neck.

Elysia listened to these noises with much interest. With her ability to share in the experiences with animals, she could sense the todd's sexual satisfaction as his penis once again found its mark. Soon another load of his virile sperm would be rushing inside the former man's womb.

After not too long the high pitched cries signaled Mark's second female orgasm. There would certainly be many more to come, and she would carry his offspring this season and the next.

As the music of the foxes' excited cries picked up again, Elysia turned her attention back to the other hunters. Terror filled their eyes. She delved into their minds. One was named Ben, the other Randle. Like their oldest brother, they bad both committed a lifetime of heinous crimes against nature. Her thoughts seethed with anger as she saw the evil deeds they did back home at the bidding of their father.

They all required punishment. They all would pay in turn.

She turned to Ben, who still held the leashes to the hounds. He would make a fine mother. And unlike Mark he would not need to wait.

She carefully removed his clothing piece by piece until he stood fully nude, then cast a second transformation spell on him: female cougar, nursing, in heat.

As soon as the magic hit and the paralysis released, he crumpled over in the full body cramps of transformation. He tried to yell, only to have his voice nearly instantly drop to a low guttural moan as his tongue and voice box changed.

His teeth cracked and became pointed fangs, his face pushing out into a broad feline muzzle, thick whiskers growing out of the thin fur that covered his face.

The smells of the forest assaulted his sensitive nose, including the musky scent of mating somewhere nearby. His ears covered in fur and grew round atop his now furry head. His long hair gave way to an even pattern of brown fur covering his face, until his head was fully transformed into that of the large cat he was cursed to become. Animalistic moans came from his throat as the changes wracked the rest of his body, his arms and legs reforming for quadripedal locomotion. His feet turned digitigrade with gross grinding sounds. His new claws kneaded into the ground below as his body crouched down in discomfort.

He opened his eyes in surprise as he felt a strange new sensation above his butt. The green haired woman tugged at his newly forming tail, as if to coax it into being. The long furry tail grew full length, as she stroked it sending shivers up his spine and emphasizing the new sensations there. Then a warmth now developed on his chest, creeping downwards. He looked down a saw several teats that poking through the light fur now spreading down his belly.

All that remained unchanged now was his crotch. Like with Mark, the fur engulfed his manhood, covering his scrotum and converging into a sheath around his shaft. But it didn't stay that way for long, as the horrific sight of male to female transformation repeated itself. His testicles shrank and retracted into his body and his penis shrunk until it was a mere clitoral nub at the edge of the new vagina left in its place. The intense heat of the changes sunk deep inside of him, new female reproductive organs forming inside his pelvis.

Where was once a man now sat an utterly shocked female cougar, crouched and staring down at her new endowments. But her changes weren't done yet. The final phase in Elysia's spell set in as the Ben's new set of mammaries took on the assets of a nursing mother's. Her glands rapidly engorged with milk, swelling to full proportions, as her teats swelled up. The added weight and discomfort made Ben groan, forcing her to lie down on her side to relieve some of the pressure.

Elysia looked down at the transformed man with satisfaction, stroking the big cat behind the ears soothingly. She made sure the remaining brother, still paralyzed from her spell, had a good view of it all. She reached down and grabbed one of the engorged teats and gave it a gentle tug, sending out the first small gush of milk, and making Ben moan in surprise. With a finger she gathered some of the milk, smearing it around her finger like a lubricant.

With her other arm she lifted the cougar's leg, fully exposing her groin area. Ben made a short high pitched noise as she felt her very first genital sensations as a female, as a finger nail scraped and traced its way along the her new outer folds.

The finger moved painfully slowly circling back and forth. It was a crash course in female-hood, an made intentionally long to get her acquainted with the feelings of her new anatomy. Every inch of her outer sex was subject to her careful attention, so as not to leave one nerve undiscovered.

The un-before experienced pleasure was undeniable, as Ben started to groan with each poke. Eventually these feelings were punctuated by fingers slowly working to pull her folds apart, giving her a view of the pink flesh inside. More sensitive flesh to be experienced.

Finally the finger lubricated with her milk pushed its way inside, first slowly penetrating, then rotating slowly as it advanced. Ben's faced flushed with the unwanted arousal of her vagina being played with for the first time, her panting mixed with her moans. She could feel her outer vaginal walls squeezing around the fingertip inside her as if to pull it in deeper. It was nothing like she'd ever felt before!

Mercifully, the finger soon pulled out. "A virgin", Elysia announced with satisfaction,

"The rare gift of unspoiled motherhood is a true blessing".

Ben barely had the chance to comprehend the meaning of the statement before she felt the finger pushing back into her vagina, sending out a loud bellow from her throat. Too weak and weighed down to resist, she roared in both pleasure and frustration. This made her swollen mammaries jiggle abit, releasing some of the pent up milk from her teats to slowly dribble down the fur of her chest

As Elysia worked to ease Ben into her new form, she looked at the three frozen dogs. Although far more innocent then the men, they too would need to rehabilitated. She then looked up at the looked at the remaining brother, clear fear in his blood-shot eyes. Although he was scared now, he was the worst of the three, and he still needed to be dealt with.

As for Ben, she still needed offspring to feed, and perhaps a mate.

Meanwhile, another high pitched cry signaled yet another successful coupling between vixen and todd.

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Elysia took a deep breath, summoning the wild nature magic of enchanted grove in her, then directing it at the dogs as she cast a second transformation spell: become nursing cougar kittens.

The dogs begin to shrink, and the paralysis spell broken, at the same time they ran to their master Ben, their barking turning to yips as they aged in reverse, their coloration changing to that of a cougar kittens, striped and dotted, as their bodies transformed.

Elysia turned her attention to Randle, the last brother. Ben, she thought, would need a mate, too.

She conjured more mana from the forest and sent it into him, casting her third transformation spell: become a virile male cougar with great sexual stamina.

And Randle began to transform, his camouflage clothes vanishing into thin hair as fur sprang up all over his body. The paralysis spell broken, he turned and ran, still changing.

I have to get out of here, was all he could think.

As Randle ran through the woods, his body became more catlike. He felt his face push forward into a muzzle, and his teeth elongate into needles, his ears becoming pointed and furry.

A tail sprouted from his hind-side, and began to grow out behind him. Then he felt his hands and feet changing in to paws, and stopped to stare down at himself.

"I'm turning into a cougar, too!", he whispered to himself as he held a changing paw up in front of his face.

Then his legs began to reshape themselves into a more digitigrade form, and he fell to all fours.

He craned his head back to look at his transforming body: fur had reached his penis and covered it in a cat-like sheath, and he had grown a full length tail.

Then his arms changed shape, and his chest barreled out slightly, and he became fully a cougar.

Suddenly, he was aware of every sound in the forest, and his ears pivoted to follow birdsong and the whisper of the wind through the leaves. And he could smell the forest itself, the green plants and the decaying leaves underfoot, the damp soil, and he growled and examined himself again.

He had indeed become a male cougar.

Meanwhile, in the clearing, Elysia watched as the dogs finished their transformation into mewling kittens, surrounding the stunned figure of Ben.

Trepidly, on shaking little legs, they walked up to Ben's belly and buried their noses into his fur, then one by one, they each found a nipple and began to suck.

Ben's eyes opened wide in surprise as he felt their little mouths grasp his nipples and begin to suck. He felt a bright bolt of pleasure shoot from each teat, straight to his new pussy, and then warm milk shot though his nipples into the kittens mouths as they sucked.

He mewed and closed his eyes to the sensation. It felt like they where sucking the life out of him....

Elysia nodded to herself, and transformed into a bird, flying off to check on the todd and his new vixen.

She caught up to rim beside a stream. Mark was drinking from it, looking somewhat exhausted. She smiled as she saw the todd creeping up behind her, and decided to read Mark's thoughts.

Mark's ears perked up as he caught a whiff of the todd's scent, and butterfly-tingles settled in her underbelly and teats, flooding her vagina with warmth and making her nipples come erect.

Oh no, he thought, he's back!

She took off like a shot, crossing the stream and dashing into the woods, the todd hot on her heals.

She came to a tangle of brambles, tried to slide through it, and couldn't. The todd caught up to her.

He yipped at her, walking around her, his foxes penis slowly sliding out of it's sheath.

Mark gasped at the sight. Tingles poured through his body as he thought of what that penis had done to him, and part of him wanted it in him again, so be mounted, to submit to the todd. But another part of him reminded him that was still male on the inside, and he wasn't going to mate with a fox!

She charged at the todd, but he nimbly avoided her, then spun around and got behind her. Before Mark knew what was happening, the todd was on her back again, and the next thing she felt was his cock penetrating her again. She yipped in surprise and pleasure as wave of ecstasy rolled through her at he feeling of his cock inside her, filling her, and he began to thrust again.

She curled her claws into the earth and yipped and yipped as he fucked her, thinking: Oh God, not again..., as she began to buck and squirm and fight.

But the todd stayed right on her, pounding away into her, building a sensual pleasure in her vagina that grew and grew until she knew she was going to have another orgasm, and she came for a forth time.

She saw stars and white light again, and felt like she was floating as the warm wave of pleasure the orgasm brought rolled through her. Vaguely, she could still the todd humping her: his cock sliding back and forth in her vagina, his warm, furry weight on her back, his balls slamming in to her cunt....

As the intense pleasure faded, she could only stand there, catching her breath as the todd continued to fuck her.

I... have to... get him off me!, she thought alarm, and began to fight again. She wasn't going to be raped again by this fox!

Oh my, thought Elysia, maybe I should cast a charm spell on her and make her love the todd....

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Elysia looked down at the mating foxes below the branch on which she perched above them. The todd held the yipping vixen beneath him, occasionally nipping at the back of her neck to keep himself balanced on top of her. The vixen's eyes flashed wide open as the male's penis once again pulled back and forced its way back into her vagina. Soon he'd climax again and tie with her after filling her with her seed.

Already Elysia sensed the first sparks of life within the vixen's womb. But that wouldn't stop the todd from mating his new vixen over and over until finally sated.

Elysia wasn't so cruel to completely take away the man's humanity, at least not in mind. And she also didn't want him to forget who he once was and how and why he was being punished. But she didn't need to suffer so unwillingly. Their cubs would need a loving mother as well. Elysia closed her eyes and cast her charm spell upon Mark, such that she would at least no longer fear the todd, and even begin to feel affection for him.

As the magic took hold, the vixen's angry grimace began to soften. The fear in her eyes gave way to a look of confusion. Elysia could sense within Mark's mind that her negative energies were now dissipating, giving way to physical bliss and arousal as each thrust brought her closer and closer to the ecstasy of orgasm.

Deep inside Mark was still horrified by what was happening to him, but for now what mattered most was the pleasure once again building up between her legs. Her todd's cock filling her to capacity, stretching her inner walls, sending shockwaves of pure pleasure inwards. She could feel the todd's knot stretching her wide. Her fear of the todd now gone, she could appreciate just how good he felt inside of her.

This was her todd. And she was his. It was wrong, but oh so right. Rather than being a threat, the feeling of his warm body covering her reassured her that she was his, and he would protect her. Her and their cubs.

Wait, cubs?! For a brief moment the male part of her mind was disgusted by the idea of pregnancy, only to be pushed away by the sudden jab of pleasure as the male forced his penis into her tender vagina yet again. With each thrust she was nearing climax yet again, and she could feel her walls on the verge of spasming in sublime ecstasy. For now all she wanted was him inside of her, as she humped back in rhythm with him, her tongue lolling our of her tongue with breathy whines of desire.

She felt the tip of his cock bumping against the entrance of her womb insistently. But rather than cry in fear, she screamed in pure bliss. She saw stars as she came once again. Each spasm of her walls sent electrical shocks of pleasure from deep inside her pelvis outwards, trying to milk him for his live-giving seed.

He obliged, and both screamed in mutual ecstasy as he came as well, unleashing his hot load deep inside of her.

Elysia watched on from her perch, sensing their shared sexual satisfaction as the todd's knot held them two together. Mark would make a fine mother, and she would look forward to watching her raise her cubs and future litters.

As the afterglow of her orgasm slowly began to fade, Mark looked behind her to see her todd still tied to her. Rational thought began to return as the cloud of ecstasy faded. She hated what was happening to her, but at least she had him with her. The fullness of his knot inside gave her a sense of completeness. Although it was just her and the todd alone in the forest, this was perhaps the least alone she had ever felt. She loved him. She loved the warmth of his hot sticky seed deep inside of her, even as she could feel it oozing out around his knot, and down her inner thighs.

She looked to the sky, seeing the curious bird that seemed to be watching them. It wasn't just them too alone after all.

Then she remembered the woman with he green hair. And her brothers. Her brothers! What had happened to them? In the distance she heard a cry, one that sounded of distress. She tried to turn towards the sound, only to find herself still stuck to her mate who nipped at her gently.

As soon as she was free she would have to find out what happened to her brothers. And whatever fate had come on to them, would she be able to help? For now she would have to wait. After all, feeling her todd inside her made her feel safe, and she didn't mind too much.

Elysia also heard the load moans of the cougar in the distance. Satisfied with Mark for now, she flew off back towards the sounds to check back on the other two brothers.

When she arrived she saw the female lying in the same spot. Her tongue was nearly touching the ground as she moaned in pleasure as the three cubs sucked voraciously at her overfilled teats. A puddle of drool had collected on the ground below her muzzle.

As part of her spell she had made Ben not only a nursing mother, but hypersensual as well. The suckling of the cub's mouths on her teats were like tiny orgasms in quick succession, mixed with the temporary release of incredible pressure. Each suckle sent throngs of pleasure directly to her pussy below, which was now swollen and wet with her arousal. Not only was she a nursing mother, but she was also in extreme heat.

Randle, now a matching male cougar, looked from beyond the trees, staring in apparent shock. He stared at her confused and unsure what to do. He also could not deny the intoxicating smell of her. Concern but also an alluring scent had drawn him back after he ran away.

Suddenly distracted by a flick of her tail, he couldn't help but notice the state of Ben's loins between her legs. Instinctively, his mouth dropped open and he took huge whiff in that direction. The overpowering scent of female in heat was overpowering. It was undeniable. He couldn't help but take another whiff, opening his nasal passages to take in every smell. Female. Ready.

The knowledge that it was his own brother's scent was horrifying. No! I can't think of Ben in this way. We're brothers! What is happening to us?

Despite his horror he could feel his penis hardening, much to his dismay. He looked down between his legs to see the tip of his barbed cock poking through his furry sheath.

NOOO! Randle yelled to himself, forcing himself to turn away, huffing trying to force the scent away from his glands. He couldn't let himself be aroused by his own brother. He couldn't possibly let that happen!

Turning around, he ran out back into the safety of the forest. He had to find help!

Meanwhile, Elysia, still in bird form, watched the scene from above. Hmmmmm, she thought to herself, what to do now.

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Elysia decided to read the brothers minds.

Ben looked down at her nursing kittens - they had been his dogs, and he cared for them, and loved them. And now it looked like he was going to raise them all over again, this time as cougars.

Her tail twitched at the pleasure she felt as she nursed them, and she wondered what she should do next. The green-haired woman had turned her into a nursing cougar, but how long would the spell last?

And what about her brothers? Where was Randle? And Mark, who had become a vixen....

She thought about what had happened to Mark - he had been fucked by todd! She wondered where he was now, somewhere in the woods no doubt, fighting off the todd.

She sighed as the kittens finished nursing, and curled up together to sleep. She got up and shook herself, making her new teats bounce and sway. They still hurt, overfull of milk, except for the ones her kittens had nursed from.

She wished she had more kittens, to match the number of her teats. And then she caught herself: what a weird thought....

She started sniffing around, catching Randle's scent, and the scent of the vixen and the todd. But which one to follow?

Meanwhile, Randle had come to a decision: he had to get out of here, to get back home, to somehow explain what had happened and get help.

He began running through the woods, headed back home.

At first, the scents and sounds of the forest distracted him - he could hear the chirping of birds for miles, his own soft paws padding against the forest floor, every leaf he crunched under paw as he ran, and the smell of forest greenery and damp earth nearly overwhelmed him.

He ran for miles and miles, and as the sun set, he managed to make it back home.

Bored with the two cougar brothers, Elysia flew back in search of the vixen. She found her in an open meadow, and decided to read her mind.

The todd was standing about a dozen feet in front of Mark, flicking his tail and yipping.

It took Mark a moment to understand: he wants me to follow him, she thought. And not wanting to be alone in the forest, she did.

The todd dived into the underbrush, and she followed. Her soft steps crunched leaves under her paws, surprisingly loud to her new vulpine ears, but not as loud as the incessant chatter of the birds. And the scents her nose brought her where incredible: the dampness of the earth, the smell of greenery, and most importantly, the scent of the todd. When the wind shifted and carried it to her, his musky male scent sent shivers through her, and she couldn't help but to think of having sex with him again....

They came to a low hill, and began to climb it. Then the todd vanished into a hole near the top of the hill, and she followed: it was a little dug-out den!

The todds den.

Once inside, the todd began to lick her muzzle and rub his body against hers. She rubbed and licked back, growing more excited by the minute as warm butterfly-tingles settled in her underbelly and her vagina grew warm, her nipples coming erect.

Then she felt wetness between her hind legs.

Oh... just fuck me again, she thought, offering her backside to the todd. He mounted her and penetrated her, then began to ride her, thrusting furiously.

She closed her eyes and yipped and growled, digging her claws into the earth as he fucked her. God, it felt so good to get it as a vixen, she thought: it was far more pleasurable and erotic than sex as a man had been. And her love for this simple fox began to grow in her.

She was, she thought no longer alone as she reached another climax and came again, the todd still humping her. God, she wished it could go on forever. She wanted to stay in the forest, live in his den, and make love to him all night long....

Finally, the todd came in her, and after resting atop her for a few minutes, he dismounted her and walked to the opening of the den. He signaled her to follow him again, with tail flicks and yips. So she followed.

He lead her down the hill to a meadow, and crept into the grass. In a few minutes, he came back with a field mouse in his jaws, and dropped it at her feet.

She looked at him lovingly and ate the mouse, tearing into it's warm flesh and swallowing even it's tail.

Then she licked him on the mask, and he licked back, and soon they where mating again...

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It had been hours since Randle had made it back to the outskirts of his father's ranch. He didn't dare go too close fearing it would spook the animals. Knowing his father, he'd end up shot on the spot and as a rug or a stuffed cougar to decorate the den. His father was not a gentle man, especially not to animals.

Ever since they were old enough him and his brothers worked together on their father's "ranch". Only it wasn't your standard ranch. Sure there were the usual farm animals they kept for usual livestock, but they made most their money breeding animals for underground uses. Some of their clients included pet shops and dealers for whom they supplied pure bred horses, puppies, cats, rabbits, and even lizards and reptiles.

They even dealt with exotics, some of the dangerous variety. Some of their breeding stock were there own, others would be brought in by their clients to be bred and reared for them. Officially, the ranch was several hundred acres of run-of-the-mill ranch. Unofficially, it was a black market animal mill for breeding all kinds of animals for shady clients, for all sorts of different purposes. Some were rich hunters interested in the thrill of hunting animals that would be otherwise illegal. And they were more than happy to supply the animals, as long as the price was right.

It was a labor intensive operation, and the four of them kept it going efficiently. It was also very secretive, since almost all their activities could get them thrown into federal prison. Fortunately all their clients were in just as deep as them, so their secret was kept safe. With hundred of acres of land surrounded by unclaimed forests, their activities were sheltered from outside eyes.

But now Randle was on the outside looking in. He'd prowled the perimeter of the barbed wire fence all afternoon thinking hard about how he could possibly get his father's attention without getting himself killed.

He'd tried and failed to write a message in twigs and leaves. After several clumsy and frustrating attempts fumbling with his forepaws futilely trying to arrange sticks into letters, he realized his sharp claws were very effective at scratching into wood, and dirt.

He found a large patch of dirt just outside the main gate of the fence, spelling out a message he hoped would be just enough to get his father to listen:

"DAD, cougar is your son. Behind tree. Randle."

With the sticks he made an arrow pointing at a particularly large tree at the forest edge. He would either have to somehow get his father to come out, or simply wait. Eventually his father would have to go looking for them when he realized they hadn't returned from their hunt. Hopefully he would see the message, then he could step out from behind the tree and at least have a chance to communicate with him.

He stared at his scribbled message. How long would he have to wait, he thought, mulling over ways to draw his father out faster.

In the very tree that he intended to hide behind perched a songbird watching silently. Unknown to Randle, the forest spirit had caught up to his scent and now watched him from above disguised in her bird form. She had read his mind. She knew his plan. She know everything about the ranch and all the terrible things that went on there. She seethed in anger and vowed revenge towards the father. Not only him, but all their clients deserved to be taught a lesson as well.

A snap of a twigs made a sound from within the forest. Elysia turned to look, and Randle perked his ears as he peered into the forest. To Randle the scent was all too familiar. Ben.

The female cougar had followed Randle's trail for the last several hours. She had moved at a much slower pace than her brother had, as she was encumbered by not only the weight of her mammaries, but also the cubs that clumsily followed her.

Elysia watched as the two brothers reunited after the brief separation, nuzzling each other as Ben purred instinctively. Randle led Ben to the note he'd scribbled in the ground, intent to communicate his simple plan.

Elysia looked up in the distance, seeing the house, barns, and several accessory buildings that made up the farm. Even from this distance several of the larger animals could be seen in their pens. Then she saw a distinctly human figure moving outside the house. Her mind welled up with anger yet again now that she could see the man who had tortured so many innocent animals.

She cawed, startling the cougars below, as she swooped down and assumed human form. Before the brothers had a chance to react she cast a paralysis spell on them freezing them in place. She kicked away the dirt message Randle had worked so hard creating, and cast magic on the pile of sticks and leaves, which came alive and entwined itself into an enclosed wooden cart complete with wheels.

With seemingly superhuman strength, she picked up the cougars one by one, loading them inside of the crate. The cubs put up little struggle as they were loaded beside their mother. Hungry and now finally afforded a chance to rest, they latched on to their frozen mother's teats and began to suckle. The female let out a soft moan of unwanted pleasure, as her eyes connected with Randle's in fear.

"Welcome home boys," she proclaimed, looking down at the frozen cats.

"Its time to pay your father a visit."

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As Elysia moved through the forest path, leaves from the trees flew to her naked body, and clothed it, transforming into clothes and shoes.

Elysia grabbed the cart by the handles, and wheeled it up to the door, knocking on it.

In time, a man answered. John was tall and muscular, his features rugged and weather-beaten.

"How can I help you, miss?", he asked.

"I have a pair of breeding cougars for sale", said Elysia with a smile and a slight curtsy.

John looked in the cage. "I'll give you $100 bucks for them", he said.

"Sold", replied Elysia, and money exchanged hands.

John took the cart out to his barn, and unloaded the cougar cage. When he returned, Elysia was gone. Shrugging, he kept the cart.

Elysia flew in her bird form to the hill where the todd had his den. She wouldn't have long to wait until she saw Mark.

Mark had awoken after a brief nap curled up with the todd. She got up as carefully as she could so as not to disturb him, then yawned and stretched, and quietly watched his sleeping form.

He was such a handsome fox, she thought, watching his chest slowly rising and falling as he breathed. His male scent filled the den, and it made warm butterfly-tingles descended into her underbelly, and her teats and vagina grew warm, her nipples coming erect.

God, he makes me horny, she thought.

Her eyes settled on his sheath and balls. Suddenly, she wanted to suck it, to lick it, to have it in her, and she took a step towards him, buried her nose his groin, and sniffed. The male scent of his sex just drove her wild, and she felt herself grow wet between her hind legs. Then, tail wagging, she began to lick his sheath.

Still, a small part of her was repulsed at what she was doing: You're man, not a vixen, it complained. But flushed with sexual excitement, she ignored it.

The todd opened his eyes and yipped, looking at Mark. Then he got to all fours, and walked behind her, sniffing. Mark closed her eyes and swished her tail aside as he sniffed her wet cunt, and then the todd mounted her.

Mark yipped as she was penetrated, feeling his cock filling her vagina, and then the todd was thrusting in earnest, building into a regular rhythm that sent waves of pleasure spreading out from her vagina. She growled and stomped her paws in pleasure, sometimes yipping as the todd fucked her.

Being fucked as a vixen was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to her, far more sensual than having sex as a man had been, while part of her mind tried to remind her that she was still a man on the inside. But was she?

After all, she felt real affection for the todd.

She shook her head, trying not to think and just enjoy the sex. In a few minutes, she came, making little fox howls, and then a few minutes later the todd came in her.

They both caught their breaths for a few minutes as the todd's swollen knot shrank in her, and then he dismounted her, leaving an empty feeling in her vagina. She wanted him back in her....

She turned around and licked his mask, and he returned the favor. Then the couple left their den for the fields beyond to hunt.

After about fifteen minutes of fruitless tracking on Marks, the todd came back with a shrew in his mouth and gave it too her. The sight of him again, the smell of his scent, and the proximity of his warm body in front of hers sent a sexual thrill through her.

She lowered her muzzle to the shrew and began to eat. Why am I so turned on by him, she thought. Then something occurred to her: could... could I be in heat? Is that why we keep doing it?

Meanwhile, the todd had gotten behind her. Suddenly, he jumped on her back, wrapping his forelegs around her belly. She yipped in surprise, and he penetrated her and began to thrust.

That's when she knew: I am in heat!, she thought with alarm, and he's going to get me pregnant!

She thought of fighting, of trying to throw him off, but that had never worked the first time they had mated. And beside, she thought as pleasure spread in waves from her vagina as he thrust his penis back and forth inside her, he had already fucked her over a dozen times.

If she could get pregnant, she realized, she probably already was.

Resigned to her fate, she finished mating with the todd, and then went back to hunting in the meadow. At least, she thought, she wasn't alone anymore.

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Back at the ranch, John looks into the enclosure at the two cougars looking at each other. The female was a strange one, obviously in heat, and yet nursing at the same time. He wondered if the cubs were somehow adopted and not originally hers. After all, she didn't put up much a fuss when he took the cubs away and put them into a different enclosure.

John knew there was a decent market for cougar cubs. They were popular as exotic pets. He also had a buyer that would probably be interested in adults for illegal recreational hunting. So even any cubs that weren't bought would ultimately be worth the investment.

As for these two, he'd bought them for a cheap price. He was told they were a mated pair, so he intended to use them as breeders.

Now if only they would breed.

The female was in obvious heat, just by looking at the swollen wetness of her vagina. But by the looks of it, she was also a virgin. And yet strangely her mate didn't seem at all interested. If anything, he was more interested in John, occasionally staring at him and making unusual sounds. The female also acted strangely in this way.

Sure, they were in a strange environment. But animals are animals. The male should have mounted her long ago, and by the amount of heat she was in she should have been practically begging for it.

For a few hours he watched in growing frustration as they just paced around, acting strangely, looking at him, scratching at the ground. And most importantly, not mating. John was not particularly good with patience, especially when it came to animals. What the hell did she sell me, he thought, queer cougars?

John was never the sort of man to just let things be. Plus he had a mean streak, even took pleasure in practically torturing some of his animals. He did have the equipment to harvest semen and artificially inseminate females, but he preferred to take a slightly less direct approach. Milking a male was too nasty and borderline gay.

So he decided to focus on the female. When he was done with her there wouldn't be a male cougar in the planet that wouldn't immediately be on top of her.

Years of experience had trained John in restraining large animals. It was surprisingly easy to get the collar and chain tied to the male. This, of course, was for John's own safety.

He wheeled in his custom built breeding stand. It was well used, which he'd primarily used for larger dogs, but it also worked for large cats.

The female cougar really struggled hard, but John was able to subdue her with his superior strength and technique and wrestled her to the ground. Finally able to force her into the stand, he strapped her into the neck restraint, then tied her forepaws to the metal crossbar to keep her from attempting to scratch or grab.

He positioned restrained body, standing, with her rear end facing the male, just out of reach from the male, so that his face was just a couple feet away. John needed to leave some margin of safety for himself for what he was about to do.

He grabbed the female cougar's tail and pulled it to the side, exposing her swollen folds between her legs. The male just turn its head away.

Fine, John thought, I'll just have to make him interested.

While holding her tail to the side with one hand, he used his free hand to test the female's sex with his fingers. The female moaned as he poked her outer lips, then pressed two fingers into her tight virgin sex, which made a wet sound. He scissored his fingers apart, spreading the inner lips of her unspoiled sex, revealing the pink flesh underneath.

He had to hold her tail tight, which now thrashed with the foreplay.

He slowly worked his fingers in and out, pushing slowly deeper each time. He could feel the walls of her vagina squeezing, and getting wetter with her arousal. He reached as deep as he could as her tightness loosened somewhat, the squishing sounds growing wetter as some of her juices oozed out around his fingers.

Turning to the male, he noticed he now had his attention. The male cougar's mouth opened slightly, taking in the scents of her heat, as his eyes were transfixed on her folds just in front of him.

But after a few seconds, to John's surprise the male growled, then turned his head to the side. It was as if the male was disgusted by her.

For several more minutes John teased the female cougar with his poking and prodding, to the point that she was huffing, and practically thrusting back against him. And yet the male continued to show little interest, repeatedly looking away after brief moments of interest.

Finally John decided to take things further. He pushed deep and twirled two fingers inside her vagina, collecting a smathering of her juices. He pulled out and curled his nose at the strong musky scent of the vicious fluid on his fingers. Surely if the smell didn't get the male off, the taste would!

Being careful not to spill a drop, John pried open the jaws of the unexpecting male, then quickly smeared his fingers onto its rough sandpapery tongue.

The cougar snarled and pulled its head away but it was too late. It coughed and gagged as the thick fluid coated its tongue and inside its mouth.

John stepped away to a safe distance and just watched. "Yeah, you like the way she tastes don't you", he teased.

For a few moments the male cougar pawed at its face, as if to wipe the taste away. But inevitably, the combination of smells and taste of her juices were too much.

John could see the tip of its barbed cock begin to poke out of the sheath between the male's legs. Its eyes now opened wide, pupils dilated, staring at the dripping sex underneath the female's slowly writhing tail. He took a huge huff, sniffing at her, taking in more of her pheromones.

With a few clanks, the chain tied to the male's neck grew taught, as he pushed his head closer to her, sniffing deeper.

For a brief moment a look of reluctance appeared on the cougars face, grimacing, and shaking its head.

But the allure of the female was too great to overcome this time.

John watched as the male pulled himself as close as he could get to the female, poking his nose just underneath her tail. His tongue gently lapped at the outer lips of her sex as he sampled her, making the female in front of him moan.

With purpose, the male's tongue pushed between her folds, spreading her lips tightly around its width. John just watched with satisfaction as he saw the tongue pushing into her, wider and deeper than his fingers were able to.

Satisfied he'd finally gotten the ball rolling, John decided to give them some time to get to know each other. He'd let the female get used to having something between her legs and the male to get used to her taste. By the time he got back all he'd have to do it release the chain holding the male back, and they'd be mating like rabbits.

For now he had other animals to tend to. He turned around and walked away. The sound of the female's moaning as she enjoyed her mate's attention was music to his ears.

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Back in the woods, Elysia nodded to herself in satisfaction as the todd and the vixen hunted and mated. Soon, there would be fox kits in her forest.

So, she thought, it was time to check on John.

Still in her bird form, she flew to John's ranch. Alighting in a tree, she say him carrying feed pails into a barn, and followed, flying in.

Inside the barn was a sorry excuse for an underfed, ill-treated mare. She watched John pouring grain into the mare's feeding trough, and thought: wouldn't he make a perfect mate for the mare?

But that, she thought, wouldn't be cruel enough.

Then she noticed the large black rats scurrying through the hay on the barn floor. Perfect, she thought, he's make a fine rat.

And a female rat at that, she smirked to herself.

She closed her eyes and summoned up the living mana of her forest, and channeled it into John: transform into a super-sensuous, super-sexual female rat in heat, she thought.

Immediately, black furs began to spring up all over John's body. "What the hell?!", he exclaimed, looking down at hands and arms as they became furry. In a flash, he took off his shirt, staring down at his chest and belly. He stared as a double row of nipples formed down his front, which was rapidly growing black fur.

Then he started to shrink. His pants fell down, then his underwear. He watched in shock as the room seemed to be growing larger around him. Then he felt his coccyx growing, and twisted back to see a pink, hairless tail growing from his backside!

"What's happening to me?!", he cried, as his hips grew wider and his legs even shorter, his face beginning to grow out into a muzzle as his tail lengthened.

That's when he noticed his junk. His penis was shrinking far faster than he was, and then he felt his balls pull up into his underbelly. He stared as his now empty scrotum split in two, becoming the folds of pussy lips, and his penis shrank into a clitoris.

He was becoming a... little... furry... girl?!

"Noooo!!!", he cried, his voice cracking like a teenagers, his body still shrinking.

Then he felt an opening form back between his new pussy lips, and it stretched up into his underbelly, blossoming into an empty space at its topped, flanked by his transforming testicles, which where becoming ovaries.

"Not a girl!", he, or rather she, cried out in a little girl voice.

That's when John realized she was now less than three feet tall, covered in black fur, sporting a muzzle, mouse ears, and long pink naked tail....

He realized then he was turning into a female rat. But why, he sobbed silently to himself, how could this have happened?

Finally, he stopped shrinking and fell to all fours, a female black rat standing in a pile of clothes. And suddenly, he could hear and smell everything in the barn: the scurrying of the other rats, their high pitched chirps that humans couldn't hear, the scent of rat droppings and urine, male and female rat scents....

And the other rats had noticed her. They came up to her, sniffing. One, a large rat, sniffed her new snout. For some reason, she sniffed back, and caught his overwhelming male scent. A thrill shot through her, settling in her underbelly, and her nipples started to come erect. She closed her eyes at the sensation.

The rat crawled behind her, then crawled on her back, grasping it's little arms around her flanks. She squeaked in surprise, and then felt something poke her between the legs....

Before she could react, the male rat parted the lips of her pussy and slid his penis into her. She felt his cock electrically part the slick flesh of her new vagina, and she squeaked in surprise again as a wave of pleasure poured through her at her penetration, and then he was thrusting.

Oh... God... he's... fucking... me!, she thought as she felt the length of his rat penis sliding back and forth in her vagina, each thrust sending a wave of pleasure through her. It felt incredible, the most erotic thing that John had ever felt in his life, being fucked by a male rat as a female. But still, she was being fucked!

She panicked, trying to throw the bigger male rat off her, bucking and twisting, but he stayed on her, riding her, the pleasure in her vagina growing more and more intense by the second until she came, and John had her first female orgasm.

Elysia nodded to herself, satisfied. Then she flew down from her perch towards the ranch house, and landed on the back porch. There she transformed herself into the spitting image of John, transforming a swirl of leaves into clothes, and walked into his house. The next step, she thought, would be to take care of his customers, one by one...