The Wrong Choice - Skye's Transformation
There was no escape. She had wandered too far into the Zone. Panic gripped Skye as reddish ember-glow hued eyes locked onto the rabbit-fox. Pale moonlight filtered in through the leafy boughs above, and had the impression of a shiny matte-black bulky form behind those eyes. She swallowed; trying and failing to calm her frantically beating heart, and pull together her rapidly scattering thoughts. A menacing growl, similar to a canine's, but much, much lower in tone, sent an ice-cold shiver arcing down her spine. She fought to keep her long black and blue rabbit-like ears from instinctively and passively drooping, and only half succeeded. Trembling fingers tried in vain to clutch at the grip of the pistol holstered to her belt, and she cried out, as her unsteady grip sent her weapon tumbling the ground. The coherent corner of her mind mentally sent a prayer skywards that it had not misfired as it clattered to the ground. The growl intensified, taking up an unbroken rhythm rich with diabolical intent. Suddenly, there was no more room to back away from the threatening red-eyed form menacing her. Skye winced as a sharply protruding branch of a tree jabbed her in the back, and halted her retreat, head whipping left and right in search of another escaped route. The small clearing on the outskirts of the forest she had foolishly tried to take a short-cut through was completely encircled by rocky outcroppings and thickly trunked trees. Her only sure exit lay in front of her.
So did...whatever it was. Her imagination didn't have long to fill in the gaps in what her eyes failed to see as it came closer. Dappled moonlight highlighted and shimmered across the bulkily muscular form and glossy black fur of what Skye now saw was some breed of hound. The panic surging through her nerves only increased as she saw that it was two or three times the size and bulk of the largest canine she had ever seen. It padded forward on large, wolf-like paws; each one bristling with razor sharp red-tinted curved claws. Its head as long and angular, the monstrous canine's muzzle flecked with flashes of red fur. Teeth the size of her handpaw glinted with a diffused glow as it snarled at her attempts to look for an escape route. A rough, red-tipped mane framed its muscular shoulders, aiding the monstrously feral appearance of the four-legged beast. The rabbit-fox's eyebrows shot up as she saw the curled horns jutting up from raised bumps in its forehead, confirming her worst fears. A demonic hellhound. Rumours of the nature of the creatures that had hunted through the Zone, dismissed as the tall tales of madmen and story-weavers, had abounded for decades. No-one had ever seen anything supernatural during the sporadic expeditions into the miles of forest that made up the bulk of the forbidden area; more feared were the wild-men that preyed upon travellers that ventured in, or launched occasional raids onto caravans travelling along the Eastern Road that gave the Zone a wide berth. It was this disbelief and the urgency of her mission, which had sent the rabbit-fox into the forest to take a shortcut which would shave critical hours from her journey.
It was this same urgency that had now brought her into this dire predicament. Skye frantically scrambled back against the trunk of the tree she had stumbled back against, paws working to find handholds so she might climb. There were none. She spun around again, to find that the hound had stalked forward to within a few paces of her. The hound's gaze seemed to fix her in place and she found herself unable to tear her eyes from them. She stared at those glowing scarlet orbs as they regarded her, its heated breath washing over her as the arm-length head bobbed and weaved slowly from side to side. Unthinkingly, the vulpine hybrid's head followed suit and it was almost as she were falling head first into those eyes, deeper and deeper, and she swore the hellhound's lips pulled back into a smile as she forcefully wrenched her mind back from the lassitude it had seemingly fallen into, the rabbit-fox's own lips pulling back into a return snarl. "BACK OFF!" She tried to make her voice aggressive, but to her ears, it seemed to have to been little more than a strangled plea she heard herself emit. A gruff, rumbling noise followed in response to her demand, sounding like nothing more than a laugh to the frantic Skye. The terrible realisation that this creature might be sentient sent chills running down her spine once more. The creature flicked it's thickly furred tail in a dismissive gesture, its head beginning that weaving pattern once more. Once again, Skye felt helplessly drawn to those pools of gleam scarlet. How long she stared into them she did not know; awareness of time seeming to elude her, as she slipped back into a dream-like state. She jolted though, her eyes widening as awareness sudden returned as alien images suddenly blossomed within her mind. She had imagined herself submitting to the beast, getting down on all fours, so it could mount her. An instinctual wave of disgust at this idea followed, before she let out an audible gasp as a more insistent wave of black-hearted arousal warred with that revulsion. Without being even aware of the fact that it had until that moment, one of her handpaws had dropped to her crotch, wriggling in between her legs, and the rabbit-fox jolted again as she found that her underwear had spots of dampness peppering it. The scent of her own sex reached her dazzled senses and she fought down another wave of self-repulsion. How could she...fantasize... about being ravaged by this beast? How could she, powerful and strong as it admittedly was, with gorgeously glossy fur, want it to take and breed her like a...a... Bitch. The word had blossomed within her mind in a voice not her own, as she dazedly wondered why she was lavishing such praising description on her predator. The echoing growl, assured and dominant, in which it was delivered sent an erotic thrill coursing through her body. Skye let out a strangled groan as she felt warmth suffuse her nethers, and her own sex-scent became even more apparent, her handpaw now actively rubbing against the underwear under her skirt, pressing the wet fabric against the puffy folds of her sex. Conscious thought was obliterated from her mind, only a lingering sense of shame and fear, which she felt only in a muted form of her previous terror, as pleasurable sensations overlapped it. The urge to remove her skirt was irresistibly palpable and she drew her paw away from her crotch momentarily to blindly fumble with the skirt clasps. The mini-skirt slid from her hips and tumbled to the ground, and in the space of a heartbeat, the rabbit-fox had returned to the task of helplessly pleasuring herself, her free handpaw wrapped around the tree trunk for balance, as her worldview narrowed ever increasingly to consist only of those red glowing eyes, and the presence of the beast before her. A sudden compulsion to avert her gaze downwards gripped her, and for the first time, her gaze drifted to the hound's underside, and she shuddered in a mixture of revulsion and unbidden desire, as she saw what swung between its hind legs. The beast possessed a thick canine shaft, ten inches long at least, the veined dark pink flesh of its member even now continuing to slide out from the black-brown fur sheathe. Luminescent red flecks peppered the otherwise cream-white ichor that dripped thickly from the flatly angled tip. Fist-sized balls hung heavily beneath the canine's shaft. The musk of the beast's own desires expressed hung thickly in the air now, and Skye's nostrils flared as she breathed it in. The heavily spicy miasma that had blanketed her and infiltrated her senses seemed to only weaken her will, and cloud her thoughts even further, and awaken those dark fantasies within her mind. The rabbit-fox's jaw fell slackly open and she began to pant, as deeply erotic thoughts flowed freely and with little resistance now. To be his bitch, to take that cock into my pussy, being driven in...fuck! So bemused was the rabbit-fox, that she barely registered the presence of a coldly wet nose as it forcefully nudged her handpaw aside from it's now frantic rubbing against the sodden fabric of her panties. Looking up at her through upturned eyes, its lips tugged back in a triumphant smile, the demonic hound pressed his nose to his prey's sex, snorting deeply against her underwear, its own senses becoming permeated by her now shameless desires and want. Skye let out a gasping moan, almost releasing her grip upon the tree upon which she was pressed against, and falling forward, as contact was made. Gritting her teeth, she grasped hold of the horns curling upwards from the beast's skull, both as a steadying grip and to pull the beast's head more firmly to her wanton flesh. It was all too glad to oblige, it's throat rumbling with a triumphant growl as she encouraged the beast to nuzzle at her crotch. A wide, all-encompassing and very flexible tongue followed, lapping at her cotton-covered flesh and juices. Each lap sent pleasurable sensations blossoming outwards from her nethers. Wordlessly, she stroked and rubbed the rough surface of those horns, the only sounds ripped from her lips being purely outcries of her own pleasure. Her mind whirled though, as it sought to piece together thoughts about what was happening to her. Fuck...feels so good...what the fuck am I...I doing...it's a fucking demon dog...but...fuck it! The last vestiges of her resistance to the fate ahead for her evaporated, as the hound pressed its nose forcefully to her crotch and wriggled, grinding against the needy flesh of the folds of her sex, as If to ensure that came to pass. She winced as it raised one of its paws and dug its claws into her vest-covered belly, dragging it down and consciously ripped away her underwear, and she cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain as the claws grazed her now exposed sex. The demonic hound raised its head, and emitted a victorious howl, that sent shivers, both of fright and wanton desire, down Skye's spine, before diving back into feasting upon her naked sex and its flowing juices. The tongue proved more than adequate at stimulating the tender flesh of her flower, and soon Skye found herself with her long, black-furred legs wrapped the beast's head and thickly muscular neck, chest heaving and shivers coursing through her body as she stroked the hound's horns and head fur, encouraging it to continue its forceful ministrations. The tongue felt warm, and seemed to further vary in temperature, as it glided across her flesh, and then without warning, penetrated her. The rabbit-foxes eyes rolled back in her head, as an unthinkingly pleasurable smile curled up the corners of her slack maw, as the flesh of the beast's tongue slipped between the lips of her sex. She immediately felt it between to pulse and wriggle inside her, and her eyes widened and a broken, rasping howl burst from her lips, as it slide deeper into her, seeming to expand and press against her fleshy walls with intense friction. She began to buck her hips, eager to drive that exploring flesh deeper, clutching onto the beast's horns. It lay at the base of the tree with seeming casual ease, un-exerted, it's long, bushy tail sweeping in lazy patterns, neck and head raised as it lavished its tongue upon its prey. The treatment was not as rough as one might expect, the malevolent intelligence within its mind was patient. This was merely preparation. Fluids thickly scented with her desires cascaded down Skye's legs and the beast's muzzle, as the orgasm that had been swelling within her, hit her with forceful intensity. She bucked and shuddered as she rode out the climax, whiskers twitching wildly as her ears drooped to the back of her head. Dimly, a corner of her mind wondered if anyone might hear her ecstatic cries and come to investigate, but that ember of her functioning consciousness was quickly snuffed out by the passage of the beast's tongue as it withdrew, stimulating the tender flesh within her most intimate area as it pulled out of her. Seconds passed as she caught her breath, breasts rising and falling within her sweat-sodden vest and she irritably pulled it up and over her arms, tossing it aside, exposing her matted upper torso and bare breasts to the cool night air. She cried out in sudden panic as the hound moved backwards, tugging it's horns away from her weakened grip and she fell from her raised vantage point against the tree trunk, falling heavily on her rump. She had barely a few moments to wince and rub her shoulder, before a demandingly feral growl drew her attention upwards. The hound stood over the semi-prone rabbit-fox, piercing scarlet eyes fixing hers with its hypnotic gaze once more. Instantly, she knew what it wanted. What it demanded. Skye grinned. Her pleasure-corrupted mind was all too eager to submit now to its will. The rabbit-fox scrambled forward on all fours, suddenly realising how much easier and more natural it was to move like so. She pressed herself down as she turned 360 degrees, nuzzling and wriggling underneath the frame of her lover, pressing her chin to her folded arms as she raised her rump, spread her legs and flicked her fox-like bushy blue-tipped tail over her hips, so as not to obstruct...what she wanted within her. Her still-sticky nether lips parted with a muted shlick sound as she assumed the breeding position that had been planted within her mind. Skye needily moaned as her sex made contact with the hound's shaft flesh and she began to encouragingly rub against it. The demonic hound however, needed no encouragement. The slanted edge of its long canine shaft found and penetrated the fluid-slicked lips of Skye's sex after a few moments of shifting about for optimal penetration, using its superior bulk to mash her upper torso against the grass upon which she squatted. She cried out; her howl a mix of painful ecstasy as the beast slid into her. Her already tormented inner-flesh sent shockwaves of sensation through her nerves, and she began to pant, saliva flowing freely from her maw as she was forcefully worked into a steady rhythm. The demonic cock within her felt warm, almost hot, and throbbed and pulsed, pressing against and expanding her walls, adding to her dark ecstasy as she was bred. Skye's handpaws clawed into the dirt below her, panting and moaning in a broken staccato as each penetration drove her to new heights of sensation. Nothing she'd ever experienced before had been like this, all her previous lovers performances suddenly paled before the beast now mating with her. A flush of arousal coursed through her veins as her the ragged remnants of her mind fixed on those last three words, and she pushed back against her mate, and was rewarded by a masculine, wolf-like howl from the beast and a couple more inches of penetration. Skye's eyes rolled back in her head and she mindlessly grinned as the demonic shaft pushed its way to the very edge of her womb. She wanted a belly-fur of the beast's seed, and would settle for nothing less. Its front paws lay across her shoulders now, keeping her firmly within its embrace, though the iron-jawed grip on her neck and shoulder fur would doubly ensure that. The needle-sharp press of its fangs made her both wince in pain, and shiver in masochistic enjoyment. She was the beasts now, the demonic beast's bitch. Beast and rabbitfox moved as one now, as the demonic hound drove its shaft, now leaking red-flecked seed into her as it neared climax, deep into her, eliciting echoing and shameless moans from its prey as it effortless glided along her forcefully expanded passages, it's sheer girth managing to stimulate her clitoris at the same time, and driving her into shuddering fits of ecstatic sensation. The hound let loose with an ear-piercing howl as it reached its peak, knot swelling and expanding within her tunnel to ensure no seed was spilled, and unloaded within her. Skye cried out as almost painfully-hot demon cum was sprayed directly into her womb, overflowing and cascading down to pool wetly along the hound's shaft and knot. The rabbit-fox felt her belly begin to bulge outwards, there was just so much of it. She climaxed herself seconds afterward; the vulpine hybrid's howl almost matching her mate's in its ferocity as she rode the wave of her orgasm. She then sank to the ground, both spent and thoroughly exhausted, and awaited for the beast to withdraw from her. It did not. Hazy puzzlement flickered across her addled mind as she wondered if the beast was gathering its energies for a second round, before sudden and encompassing heat suffused her from head to toe. A ringing sound sounded in her ears and she cried out in panic, not understanding what was happening to her. She began to pant, grinding her teeth down as an unfamiliar feeling, the need to rent and kill, swept over her, and pain blossomed within her nerves. Still lodged within her, the beast rumbled a sadistic sounding laugh as the rabbit-fox began to shiver and buck, as the corrupted demon seed boiled and seethed through her system. Panicked gripped Skye as she felt her fangs begin to lengthen and cried out again as horns painfully swelled and curled up from her own head, matching the beast's own in shape. Blue veins and rune-like markings pulsed and throbbed on her fur as unfamiliar memories of running through the forest, hunting and mating with the denizens there, forced their way into her mind, obliterating those of her old life. Skye's transformation had begun...