# A Trap I Laid

Author: Werefox Inari Sachi
Tags: Fox, M/F, Poem, Poetry, Transformation, Werefox

Bundled muscles tensing

Crackling bones and marrow

Shifting of a shimmering soul

From civilized to feral

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Stench, sweet and sour musk

From dusky black upon cremy white

The plume of a foul and fine tail

Swishes in the sacred moonlight

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His fingers crack the dry dirt

With tension from the change

While familiar shape, visage,

And proportion, rearrange.

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I lewdly stare and fantasize

A shape that's in my head,

Beading with sweat, it percolates

Not man--a fox instead

He's sweating through his toes now--

And panting with his tongue.

His home will be a den soon,

Sweetened from the smell of dung.

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He bids adieu his smooth round face,

Instead, it's now a snout,

He hears the call of the vixen's wail,

Cringes, tries to shut it out.

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And now he's on all fours begging.

Straining with all his might,

As his eyes contract to slits--

Reds and yellows enroach upon his sight.

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With a swish the vixen comes to court him,

Shitting in the grass.

She circles, dances, parades, and prances,

Presents her sultry ass.

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No, no grace here. None--

And yet, what a wondrous sight,

That two beasts so small can muster up

Such fierce, tenacious might.

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But despite his fighting still, the man

Has merely progressed through change.

His toes have lifted, feet now four--his

body's become strange.

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His will is now anothers;

And he feeds in with resistance.

Newfound fangs and whiskers

Are the prize for his persistance.

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And the man is lost, in one great fire--

A frenzied trembling of desire:

He observes: her teats, the cusp of

her own sweet netherlips

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Out flares the tip

And in it sinks

Driving mankin to the brink

The rutting, screaming, and the stink

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At last, he's gone. There's naught, but stink.

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Naught but a fox. Naught but a dog. What loss! What loss? And who to claim a loss today?

Is it you? It is not I.

I praise the change, and beg it hither.

I've been lonely for so long--

And my mind is a fox.

Alone, a man... and how, alone, I wither.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/zeR5AXM1


