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Dani grumbled to herself as she worked, pushing her suitcase as far as it would fit underneath her assigned bed. The thing about mandatory school field trips like this was that they wouldn’t be so bad, if they just… weren’t mandatory. And if they didn’t cut into her valuable weekend time. She was supposed to have gone to see that new movie this weekend with her boyfriend… but instead here she was, a hundred thirty miles away from any respectable civilization because one of her teachers thought it was ‘necessary and important for students to experience this vital piece of our history so that they can’ and some other things. She’d stopped reading the paper at that point, and had shoved it into the front pocket of her backpack where it still remained.

This place had a bathroom, and if it wasn’t clean, it at least wasn’t totally disgusting. Probably just from lack of usage: big campsite like this, and the only areas occupied were for the other students on this trip. Dani had been the first one in, but she couldn’t really see herself in the mirror. Made it look like her skin had gotten coated in a thin layer of ash, or like the crust of moldy bread, and her hair… she shuddered to even think about what this trip would do to her hair. Lovely sunfire red when she got here, and probably dull dirt brown when she’d leave. Those showers looked like they hadn’t been used in years, and still she wrestled with her desire to shower daily, and her desire to specifically not use those showers.

“Ow-” She jerked her hand back and peered at the side, then without thinking brought it to her mouth and sucked gently at the small drip of blood just oozing out. That had been bothering her all day, ever since the first tour of the campsite after they’d gotten off the buses; Dani had strayed from the path a little bit to take a picture of a cute berry busy, and while doing so had heard some odd noises… and found the source to be a little fox, caught between a fallen tree and a thornbush. She’d waffled between freeing it and just going back to the group, but ended up trudging her way through the underbrush and messing up her shoes to help it out.

At first it squirmed and chuffed and made these cute little barking sounds at her, but when it realized she was trying to help, it quieted down. Caught leg, cinnamon-orange fur flecked brown with dried blood and the brighter crimson of fresh, smeared across the side of her hand once she had managed to free the cute little thing. It looked up at the human girl with wide golden-amber eyes, smooth pink tongue held partially out of its pointed muzzle as if it hadn’t just been stuck for who knows how long… and then it crunched across the few inches of leaves toward where she squatted, and lapped at that spot on her hand. She’d thought it was weird - why would it want to taste its own blood? - but let it continue. Again, it was cute. Right as she reached for her phone to take a picture, though, someone called her name and made a hell of a racket coming to find her-

-and the fox stiffened, squeaked, and nipped at her hand here it had just been licking, all in the span of a quarter second, before it ran off back into the woods. Dani hadn’t noticed that it’d bitten her until her hand started stinging some time later, which… admittedly could have been bad, considering the situation. But it was such a small wound that she paid it no mind, and tried to keep pressure on it with her hands in her pockets.

That had been around noon, though. It was early evening now and it still hadn’t stopped bleeding. It was a slow trickle, a lazy ooze, but it kept coming - and she could have sworn that whenever she bumped that hand again, or felt the sting of the bite, or looked down and saw it, that that tingling radiated further up her shoulder, through her chest, down the rest of her body. If it still bothered her tomorrow, she’d let one of the teachers know. This was her last semester of high school; she liked to imagine she could take care of her damn self.

Across the room, her cabinmate - another ‘at least’ to this place was that they had actual cabins for the students, instead of having to pitch tents out on the cold forest floor - lifted her head off her pillow where she lay, and looked over at Dani. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I just-” She glanced down at her hand again. Two gashes in her skin, each about the length of a fingernail and much shallower than the blood made them seem. “Pinched my finger. I’m alright.”

The other girl watched her for a moment - that was Sara; blonde hair and blue eyes and skin that had that characteristic too-soft look of a thick layer of makeup. She might suffer more from this weekend in the woods than Dani. Then she lay back down and put her phone in front of her face again, sliding those little white earbuds back in.

Dani shook her head and straightened up, looking down at her own bed. At least - there those words were again - at least the sheets looked like they’d been washed. Just, period; not really recently, or often, but that they had been. Sometime in the past. The teachers - four of them had come along, two of which Dani had for classes - had gathered everyone in the main square of the campsite just a little bit ago and let everyone know that tomorrow was going to be an early morning, so they should get to bed as soon as they could and make sure they leave enough time to wake up and get ready.

She and Sara used to be good friends in middle school, though, so Dani didn’t really feel any kind of embarrassment or reluctance at stripping down and changing into her pajamas in front of her… and besides, the other girl kept her eyes on her phone, probably texting any one of the three or four boys she currently played around herself. After climbing in beneath her blankets - they felt washed, too - Dani reached over to send a quick good night to her own boyfriend, then rolled over to face the wall.

And as it would turn out, that night was one of those ones where she felt as though she never really fell asleep, constantly rolling over and trying to find a new position, to combat the little aches and pains that bubbled up in her arms from the old springs of the mattress or the stiffness of the bedframe, or who knows what else. She felt vaguely aware of the tingling in her hand again, and this time it was one of those weird distant pains that seemed to bring up a stronger feeling somewhere else - like, pinch your shoulder and feel it behind your ear. Every time she brushed that bite against the blankets, it echoed in her lower abdomen, below and behind her belly button…

But, thankfully, that didn’t prove to be enough to keep her totally awake. After what felt like a full night of tossing and turning though the grogginess fogging the back of her head told her otherwise, she rolled over once more, reached out to check her phone, and saw in bright white numbers the ungodly hour of 5:56 AM. The day of class would be starting at 7:30. That should give her just enough time to hobble out to the bathrooms and see if the showers really were so bad.

She felt… a little odd, to tell the truth. Stiff was the word, maybe. And - kind of sticky, especially around her lower belly and along the fabric of her pajama shirt; she picked at it with one hand while reaching for her suitcase with the other, half-asleep mind failing to make any connections or really see anything out of the ordinary. It wasn’t until she actually got to the bathrooms, though - thankfully just a short walk from her and Sara’s cabin, literally within view from the door - that she really realized something was out of the ordinary.

And that realization came from the difficulty she had with removing her pajama bottoms. Caught on something instead of just sliding easily down her body, once she’d closed the shower stall door behind her - and when she looked down… Dani blinked, frowned, squinted, blinked again, felt the oily strain of panic start to bubble up in her chest. That… wasn’t right. At least she knew where that stickiness came from, and that this was a different kind of ‘stiffness’ in her body than she was used to.

Plump sheath like a pouch, pair of balls hanging below, all coated in thin fuzz that seemed to grow steadily thicker the longer she looked, the more she felt herself there. Not only that, but a - her - red-fleshed length twitched and throbbed at full mast outside of that length, hanging out at an angle away from her body with her panties pulled halfway down her legs. Dani reached down, stopped, reached down again… touched it, touched herself. And instantly straightened up, an unfamiliar wave of sweet pleasure rippling through her from that simple touch against the side of her - her cock, another throb causing the heavy meat to bounce up towards her belly again.

It had a scent, too, heavy, cloying, vaguely wet-dog smell but… sharper, more metallic, almost coppery. Red veins along smooth, wet flesh, slick to the touch, leaving a thin layer of grease along her fingers… and every time she touched herself there, that fur indeed continued to thicken, and spread out along her inner thighs and lower belly.

If touching spurred it on, though, then she just… wouldn’t, and hoped that that - erection would go down in time; she’d spend enough nights with her boyfriend to know that that should happen. Dani reached forward and jerked the shower faucet on, stepping out of the sputtering spray until it warmed up; her worry about that had faded underneath the much stronger, much more immediate worry of this other development.

Still, though, she couldn’t help but giggle to herself once she did step beneath the water, eyes still fixed on that length between her legs and the wrist-thick knot at its base, bulging out beneath the smooth skin and fur of the - of her sheath. She had a dick now, and it was bigger than her boyfriend’s. God damn. This wasn’t going to be a good trip.

As if the whole circumstance itself wasn’t bad enough, every time she brushed against this new part of herself, whether intentionally during her shower to get everything clean or accidentally when reaching for the soap or towel, that same sweet pleasure zipped through her body again, and felt as though it spread that animalistic influence. If this was how it always felt to have a dick, well, she might be able to excuse some guys for their tendencies, but… this had to have been something else. After she’d finished up and turned the shower off, Dani kind of shocked back into awareness of what she was doing, and looked down… to see her hand wrapped around her cock halfway in the process of a long, slow stroke, other hand braced against the stall wall and mouth hanging open in the quiet panting of self-enjoyment.

It was recognition of the spread that stopped her here, though; if not for that, it just felt so damn good that she might’ve just gone ahead and finished it out. That fur along her sheath and sack, velvet-soft and short, had taken on a smooth creamy white color, spreading out along her inner thighs and lower belly to where it changed to a warmer cinnamon-orange… and the more she looked at that, the more her worry and panic returned.

What the hell was happening to her? By the time she’d (carefully, in case someone else came into the bathroom) towelled off, it was fairly easy to slip back into her clothing… though her panties all of a sudden fit a lot worse than they had last night, and her pants felt a bit uncomfortably tight around that certain area. Hopefully, that wouldn’t be too much of a problem today; she yawned on her way out of the bathroom, and tried to push all of those worries out of her mind.

Naturally, that was a very big ‘hopefully’. Dani felt as though this odd bulge in the front of her pants stuck out - literally - to anyone who cared to look at her for longer than two seconds. She intentionally stood apart from the rest of the group once “class” started, all too aware of the tingling in her loins from the near-irresistible arousal, the itching from the fur as it continued to spread, and a number of other… difficulties that continually racked her body and strained her patience.

Even as she stood there, clipboard in hand resting against her chest, she kept on getting distracted; she could smell something, following her around, out in the bushes around the path. A dry, musky smell, vaguely familiar, vaguely… something, but whatever it was, it drew her thoughts back away from the schoolwork and centered them in on the twitching, the throbbing, the straining between her legs, which all of a sudden started to come back - that would be the fourth time today, and it hadn’t even hit noon yet - until she realized that the teacher was calling her name.

Her ears perked - did they? She had to think about that for a moment - and Dani looked away from a nearby tree and to the teacher. “Huh?”

“I’ve called you four times now, I need you to pay attention - this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, you need to…” and so on. Dani nodded along and really did try her best to focus… but it didn’t help that she thought she kept catching a flash of orange fur, a little brown-leather nose, golden eyes, a sharp muzzle in the brush.

Really, she felt as though she should be worrying about this apparent transformation in her body than she was; the group broke for lunch and bathroom breaks around one, and Dani found herself rushing into the stall to undo her fly, to finally get some relief on this pressure pulsing beneath her panties, if only for a few minutes while she caught her breath.

As it would turn out, that ‘catching her breath’ came as a sharp gasp: there was that same plump sheath and sack between her legs, both fuller, heavier than they were this morning, glistening reddish-pink point of flesh protruding out the end of that supple skin, still carrying that now-familiar heady scent - which, Dani realized, was the very same as what she’d been catching on the air out in the woods - but it was the spread of the fur that sent her heart into a panic.

Down her legs past her knees, up her waist, her belly, reaching almost to her breasts. Throughout the day she’d been feeling some odd little pains and aches, and now that she finally got a good look at herself, she could tell why: that cock - her hand wrapped around the base, finger and thumb squeezing at the slick sheath and coaxing that length further out, despite herself - was just the start. Wider waist, thicker legs, firmer belly and chest. Panting softly, partially from panic and partially from disturbed arousal, Dani tugged her shirt off over her head, undid her bra, looked down at herself… and thought she could see her breasts start to shrink as the fur crept up over them, obscuring smooth skin in soft creamy white.

Still, though, she couldn’t stop herself. She leaned back against the tank of the toilet, hand still squeezing at her sheath, pressing at the firm, hot flesh, spreading that greasy slickness over her fingers. She reached down with her other and cupped her sack, her balls, disbelieving - but, sure as hell as her boyfriend had them, she did too. Warm, firm; it was an odd feeling rolling them over her fingers, giving them a gentle squeeze in her palm (since too much sent a weird sickly pain vibrating up through her stomach), but… enjoyable, amid everything else. Even with the worry and strain still pounding in her chest, but before long, she couldn’t tell if that was from the confusion and panic or from the… the…

She swallowed, and opened her eyes - to look down at the hard shaft gripped in her hand, leaking little drips of what had to be precum out into the fur of her lower belly. She’d let her arousal get away from herself again, and now she’d have to wait who knows how long for this to go down. Or, she could maybe… she shifted her other hand up, wrapped her fingers around the base of her sheath, rolled that slick skin down past the bulge of her knot. That feeling made her shiver all over with pleasure - and also continued to spread the transformation along her bare chest, towards her shoulders, her upper arms.

Dani bumped her head back against the tank again and breathed out a light sigh, another shiver echoing through her body. That hand that squeezed around her sheath she now brought up along her body, intentionally running her fingers through the short fur, feeling its grain and its heat… and tried to cup one of her breasts like she sometimes did when enjoying herself, but instead felt only a smooth, flat male’s chest.

That’s what was happening to her. Whatever it was - ‘whatever’; the bite mark along her hand stung, slick sticky pre dripping down over the still-open wound, but she couldn’t give a shit - that had started this change meant to turn her into a male, blood and bone.

Especially bone. Dani couldn’t help but smile at that though, and ran her hand - her paw, now; fingerpads, short claws, furred fingers - across her chest again, now working her hips into her other as it continued to stroke her length. Her nose twitched with her own scent; her face - muzzle? Not quite, not yet - ached and stung and cracked every now and then, bones beneath her skin changing to accommodate the animal form.

She hadn’t stopped to look if anyone else had come into the bathroom, and honestly, right now she didn’t care. Every stroke, every time she slid her paw down to the base of her cock and rolled the skin of her sheath further back, each time she brought it back up and squeezed along the slick tip, awareness of everything else inched further away. Until, at least, there was a quiet “what the f-?” from the stall beside her… followed by a scrabbling against the front of the toilet on which she sat, a tickling against her inner thighs, short hot breaths puffing out against her sack.

Dani jumped and opened her eyes, and looked down - right into those same sun-gold eyes that had watched her when she’d freed this fox from its predicament. Right before it had bitten her, and started all of this. The fox wagged its tail as it - as he; she could see another red-fleshed length pumping between his hind legs, the fox’s nose and whiskers twitching and tickling at her thighs as he inhaled her scent - watched her, as if… waiting for something.

That moment of pause, that little bit of confusion, gave Dani a clarity of mind she hadn’t felt since… well, since before all of this started. Though her hand - paw - remained wrapped around the base of her cock, knot pulsing, twitching so close to her peak, she felt at her face with the other, and realized for the first time that her jaw and nose and cheeks really were pushing out into the shape of a vulpine muzzle… and that they hurt as they did so, squeezing tears from her eyes, driving knives into her head.

What the hell was happening to her? None of this could be real, right? She swallowed and looked up towards the roof of the bathroom, towards the edges of the stall walls, through the glass window set high in the wall and so dusty that she couldn’t tell if it had ever been transparent. She just - looked at anywhere other than at herself and the fox between her legs, now pressing his nose in against her sack and the base of her sheath, snuffling at the thick, masculine scent that swirled around inside the stall and tickled at her nose, and dripped down the back of her throat with every inhalation.

She had her pants and ill-fitting panties hanging off of one ankle, her shirt soaking into the slimy dampness of the bathroom floor, her bra hooked on the handle of the toilet itself. And - she squirmed, and bit back something that was halfway between a moan of pleasure and a groan of pain - no matter what happened to her, now matter how her heart pounded from worry and her thoughts raced trying to figure out what the fuck she’d do about all of this, still her body ached in a totally different way, that hot, sizzling need still bubbling in her loins, her hard cock still throbbing between her legs, leaking out thick drips of pre into the fur of her belly, and pooling in her belly button.

The fox wanted to help, apparently. Her eyes locked on him once more, and he returned the gaze… and then got right to dragging his little pink tongue out over her length, short licks along the rim of the sheath, the underside of her knot, the veins webbing their way up towards her tip. Not a very strong feeling, but it was there nonetheless, and still made her squirm and twitch and lift her hips - and squeeze her paws more firmly along the rim of the toilet, where she’d gripped at when the “oh God” realization had hit her like a hammer.

But, there was nothing she could do. Her mind screamed at her to stop, to move, to do something, but her body just… sat there and responded to this fox’s urging. Dani watched herself grind against his small muzzle; she felt herself twitch beneath his tongue, felt her shaft throb, her knot pulse; she gritted her teeth - sharp predator’s teeth; she didn’t have to feel her face now to know that it had stretched out into a muzzle - and groaned, she flattened her ears against her head, she gasped, she bucked…

...and jerked up into the air, the first spurt of her cum - that was a new feeling - emptying out across her flat chest and her belly, the second spattering across her chin, the third dying down a little bit further. Hot, intense pleasure coursing through her, wiping away those worries and concerns again just for a few seconds while those waves bounced and echoed through her, spurred on by that broad, flat tongue. Fist-sized knot thrummed and strained at the base of her sheath, swelling out a little bit further with each thrust into the air… and then began to shrink.

Everything began to shrink, actually. Dani saw the change before she could feel it, and when the feeling did hit her… she scrambled to her feet, reaching out to balance herself against the stall walls, but her legs refused to support her. Bones shortened, joints popped, cracked out of place, shifted, cracked back into place; she gritted her teeth again, jaw shifting as it settled into its final position and form.

She leaned her weight against the wall, trying her best to keep herself up, but her hind legs - wouldn’t bend that way. Her paws felt as though they’d each been crushed beneath a boulder, and she watched as they, too, morphed and changed, melding and twisting as though only half-solid, fur-covered skin bubbling and squeezing, fingers shortening, curving, bending… everything was happening at the same time, and for a few seconds, all she could was squeeze her eyes shut and try not to scream.

Roiling nausea, vertigo that led her to lose her balance and drag her claws down along the wall, a weird kind of electric heat vibrating through her bones, her chest, her body… her whiskers, muzzle, nose, tail, as her entire body shifted and changed, compacted and shrunk.

Then, suddenly, it was like knocking her toe against a corner, but throughout her entire being: that initial deep pang of pain faded, and gave way instead to a throbbing ache, pulsing throughout her, again and again, each time just a little bit gentler than the last. Dani swallowed, licked her chops, rose unsteadily to her feet - all four of them - and… opened her eyes again…

...and hardly had a chance to realize just what had happened before the weight of the other male fox settled atop her from behind, folding her bushy tail around his hind legs as he got into position. To Dani, everything felt… foggy. She looked around herself from her new vantage point, hardly a foot and a half above the floor of the bathroom: her pants remained in a heap beside one of her hind legs, with this other male fox just starting to thrust himself forward underneath her tail. The feeling of that tapered tip pressing up against her tailhole, stretching into her, sinking up into her body… it was there, definitely, but it didn’t really bother her. And, honestly, once the other male got into a rhythm, it felt… felt good.

She found she had a bit of trouble keeping herself from kicking one of her back legs beneath that rhythm, and licked her chops again. The one bad thing (the one? She couldn’t really think straight) about being so much closer to the floor in this new vulpine body of hers was that her nose picked up so many scents, so strongly. The smell of masculine arousal and musk still hit her, of course, both from herself and from her partner now thrusting his length under her tail, his balls slapping against hers, but that was… more distant. Her body felt more aware of that than her mind; it kept her tingling all over, kept her ready, kept her - pushing back against him, half-consciously squeezing around his cock, those little bursts of revitalized pleasure pushing back the discomfort and strain of her bodily change.

Still, though, back in her mind and underneath everything else, some part of her clamored - what was she going to do? She was, literally, a fox now: the muzzle, the fur, the body shape, the tail… the other fox with his paws gripping her waist and snout settled along her side, working fast and hard at her, further muddling her thoughts. She widened her stance and lifted her rump a little further to allow him to fuck her more easily.

Her ears swiveled over at a sound from outside the bathroom, someone calling. The words sounded familiar, but they didn’t really mean anything to her, and that - that confused her. Not for long though, of course; there was suddenly the bump, the squeeze, the pressure of the other male’s knot against her tailhole, pushing and stretching, trying to squeeze into her… and Dani let out a low huff and widened her stance again. That probably wouldn’t be happening.

Not today, at least. Not this time. The other feral’s thrusts picked up in speed, and he squeezed that knot against her as much as he could… then gave a few short, fast bucks, breath coming out hot and hard through her fur, his own pleasure echoing through Dani underneath him. All sounds of the humans had faded, leaving the two of them on their own here in the bathroom stall with a few scraps of unneeded clothing lying around.

Warm wetness dripped down the back of Dani’s sack, and then more once the other fox dismounted - and nuzzled up underneath her tail, snuffling gently and lapping at his mess, learning her scent and her taste. Those golden eyes shone with something a bit more than just satisfaction, then, as he came around towards her front and pushed his muzzle against her chest - and as she leaned down and returned the nuzzle, tail giving an appreciative flick. She could feel the heat of his seed under there, stirring beneath her tail, matting down her fur.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. The other fox ducked beneath the stall wall and lifted his head, looking back to make sure Dani followed. It would take her a while to get accustomed to this new body and form, but… she thought she could make it work. There was a whole world out there; why should she be reluctant to explore it?

Still, though, there was no quieting that little rumble in the back of her head, ever-present like the stink of ozone before a storm, that little voice that used to be her own and worries that used to make sense. Maybe she’d try to listen someday.

Maybe someday.