{"sf1_id":625172,"sf2_id":null,"title":"The Wrong Choice - Skye's Transformation","author":"Jinx Curi","words":3022,"posted_at":"2013-12-11T09:14:00.000Z","tags":["Bestiality","Demon","Female","Fox","Rabbit","Transformation","Yiff","corruption","hellhound","sex","vulpine"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/625172-the-wrong-choice-skye-s-transformation","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/625172","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=625172\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"There was no escape.\nShe had wandered too far into the\nZone. Panic gripped Skye as reddish\nember-glow hued eyes locked onto the rabbit-fox. Pale moonlight filtered in through the leafy\nboughs above, and had the impression of a shiny matte-black bulky form behind\nthose eyes. She swallowed; trying and failing\nto calm her frantically beating heart, and pull together her rapidly scattering\nthoughts. A menacing growl, similar to\na canine's, but much, much lower in tone, sent an ice-cold shiver arcing down\nher spine. She fought to keep her long black\nand blue rabbit-like ears from instinctively and passively drooping, and only\nhalf succeeded. Trembling fingers tried\nin vain to clutch at the grip of the pistol holstered to her belt, and she\ncried out, as her unsteady grip sent her weapon tumbling the ground. The coherent corner of her mind mentally sent\na prayer skywards that it had not misfired as it clattered to the ground. \nThe growl intensified, taking up\nan unbroken rhythm rich with diabolical intent. Suddenly, there was no more room to back\naway from the threatening red-eyed form menacing her. Skye winced as a sharply protruding branch\nof a tree jabbed her in the back, and halted her retreat, head whipping left\nand right in search of another escaped route.\nThe small clearing on the outskirts of the forest she had foolishly\ntried to take a short-cut through was completely encircled by rocky\noutcroppings and thickly trunked trees.\nHer only sure exit lay in front of her.\n\nSo did...whatever it was.\nHer imagination didn't have long\nto fill in the gaps in what her eyes failed to see as it came closer. Dappled moonlight highlighted and shimmered\nacross the bulkily muscular form and glossy black fur of what Skye now saw was\nsome breed of hound. The panic surging\nthrough her nerves only increased as she saw that it was two or three times the\nsize and bulk of the largest canine she had ever seen. It padded forward on large, wolf-like paws;\neach one bristling with razor sharp red-tinted curved claws. Its head as long and angular, the monstrous\ncanine's muzzle flecked with flashes of red fur. Teeth the size of her handpaw glinted with a\ndiffused glow as it snarled at her attempts to look for an escape route. A rough, red-tipped mane framed its muscular\nshoulders, aiding the monstrously feral appearance of the four-legged\nbeast. The rabbit-fox's eyebrows shot\nup as she saw the curled horns jutting up from raised bumps in its forehead,\nconfirming her worst fears. \nA demonic hellhound. \nRumours of the nature of the\ncreatures that had hunted through the Zone, dismissed as the tall tales of\nmadmen and story-weavers, had abounded for decades. No-one had ever seen anything supernatural\nduring the sporadic expeditions into the miles of forest that made up the bulk\nof the forbidden area; more feared were the wild-men that preyed upon\ntravellers that ventured in, or launched occasional raids onto caravans\ntravelling along the Eastern Road that gave the Zone a wide berth. It was this disbelief and the urgency of her\nmission, which had sent the rabbit-fox into the forest to take a shortcut which\nwould shave critical hours from her journey.\n\nIt was this same urgency that had\nnow brought her into this dire predicament. \nSkye frantically scrambled back\nagainst the trunk of the tree she had stumbled back against, paws working to\nfind handholds so she might climb. There\nwere none. She spun around again, to\nfind that the hound had stalked forward to within a few paces of her. The hound's gaze seemed to fix her in place\nand she found herself unable to tear her eyes from them. She stared at those glowing scarlet orbs as\nthey regarded her, its heated breath washing over her as the arm-length head\nbobbed and weaved slowly from side to side. Unthinkingly, the vulpine hybrid's head\nfollowed suit and it was almost as she were falling head first into those eyes,\ndeeper and deeper, and she swore the hellhound's lips pulled back into a smile\nas she forcefully wrenched her mind back from the lassitude it had seemingly\nfallen into, the rabbit-fox's own lips pulling back into a return snarl.\n\"BACK OFF!\"\nShe tried to make her voice\naggressive, but to her ears, it seemed to have to been little more than a\nstrangled plea she heard herself emit.\nA gruff, rumbling noise followed in response to her demand, sounding\nlike nothing more than a laugh to the frantic Skye. The terrible realisation that this creature\nmight be sentient sent chills running\ndown her spine once more. The creature flicked it's thickly furred tail\nin a dismissive gesture, its head beginning that weaving pattern once more. Once again, Skye felt helplessly drawn to\nthose pools of gleam scarlet. How long\nshe stared into them she did not know; awareness of time seeming to elude her,\nas she slipped back into a dream-like state.\nShe jolted though, her eyes widening as awareness sudden returned as\nalien 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\nfollowed, before she let out an audible gasp as a more insistent wave of black-hearted\narousal warred with that revulsion.\nWithout being even aware of the fact that it had until that moment, one\nof her handpaws had dropped to her crotch, wriggling in between her legs, and\nthe rabbit-fox jolted again as she found that her underwear had spots of\ndampness peppering it. The scent of her\nown sex reached her dazzled senses and she fought down another wave of\nself-repulsion. \nHow could she...fantasize... about being ravaged by this beast?\nHow could she, powerful and strong as it admittedly was, with gorgeously\nglossy fur, want it to take and breed her like a...a...\nBitch.\nThe word had blossomed within her\nmind in a voice not her own, as she dazedly wondered why she was lavishing such\npraising description on her predator.\nThe echoing growl, assured and dominant, in which it was delivered sent\nan erotic thrill coursing through her body.\nSkye let out a strangled groan as she felt warmth suffuse her nethers,\nand her own sex-scent became even more apparent, her handpaw now actively\nrubbing against the underwear under her skirt, pressing the wet fabric against the\npuffy folds of her sex. Conscious\nthought was obliterated from her mind, only a lingering sense of shame and fear,\nwhich she felt only in a muted form of her previous terror, as pleasurable\nsensations overlapped it. The urge to\nremove her skirt was irresistibly palpable and she drew her paw away from her\ncrotch momentarily to blindly fumble with the skirt clasps. The mini-skirt slid from her hips and tumbled\nto the ground, and in the space of a heartbeat, the rabbit-fox had returned to\nthe task of helplessly pleasuring herself, her free handpaw wrapped around the\ntree trunk for balance, as her worldview narrowed ever increasingly to consist\nonly of those red glowing eyes, and the presence of the beast before her. A sudden compulsion to avert her gaze\ndownwards gripped her, and for the first time, her gaze drifted to the hound's\nunderside, and she shuddered in a mixture of revulsion and unbidden desire, as\nshe saw what swung between its hind legs.\nThe beast possessed a thick canine shaft, ten inches long at least, the\nveined dark pink flesh of its member even now continuing to slide out from the\nblack-brown fur sheathe. Luminescent red\nflecks peppered the otherwise cream-white ichor that dripped thickly from the\nflatly angled tip. Fist-sized balls hung\nheavily beneath the canine's shaft. The\nmusk of the beast's own desires expressed hung thickly in the air now, and Skye's\nnostrils flared as she breathed it in.\nThe heavily spicy miasma that had blanketed her and infiltrated her\nsenses seemed to only weaken her will, and cloud her thoughts even further, and\nawaken those dark fantasies within her mind.\nThe rabbit-fox's jaw fell slackly open and she began to pant, as deeply\nerotic thoughts flowed freely and with little resistance now.\nTo be his bitch, to take that cock into my pussy, being driven in...fuck!\nSo bemused was the rabbit-fox,\nthat she barely registered the presence of a coldly wet nose as it forcefully\nnudged her handpaw aside from it's now frantic rubbing against the sodden\nfabric of her panties. Looking up at\nher through upturned eyes, its lips tugged back in a triumphant smile, the\ndemonic hound pressed his nose to his prey's sex, snorting deeply against her\nunderwear, its own senses becoming permeated by her now shameless desires and\nwant. Skye let out a gasping moan,\nalmost releasing her grip upon the tree upon which she was pressed against, and\nfalling forward, as contact was made.\nGritting her teeth, she grasped hold of the horns curling upwards from\nthe beast's skull, both as a steadying grip and to pull the beast's head more\nfirmly to her wanton flesh. It was all\ntoo glad to oblige, it's throat rumbling with a triumphant growl as she\nencouraged the beast to nuzzle at her crotch.\nA wide, all-encompassing and very flexible tongue followed, lapping at\nher cotton-covered flesh and juices.\nEach lap sent pleasurable sensations blossoming outwards from her\nnethers. Wordlessly, she stroked and\nrubbed the rough surface of those horns, the only sounds ripped from her lips\nbeing purely outcries of her own pleasure.\nHer mind whirled though, as it sought to piece together thoughts about\nwhat was happening to her.\nFuck...feels so good...what the fuck am I...I doing...it's a fucking demon\ndog...but...fuck it!\nThe last vestiges of her\nresistance to the fate ahead for her evaporated, as the hound pressed its nose\nforcefully to her crotch and wriggled, grinding against the needy flesh of the\nfolds of her sex, as If to ensure that came to pass. She winced as it raised one of its paws and\ndug its claws into her vest-covered belly, dragging it down and consciously\nripped away her underwear, and she cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain\nas the claws grazed her now exposed sex.\nThe demonic hound raised its head, and emitted a victorious howl, that\nsent shivers, both of fright and wanton desire, down Skye's spine, before\ndiving back into feasting upon her naked sex and its flowing juices. The tongue proved more than adequate at\nstimulating the tender flesh of her flower, and soon Skye found herself with\nher long, black-furred legs wrapped the beast's head and thickly muscular neck,\nchest heaving and shivers coursing through her body as she stroked the hound's\nhorns and head fur, encouraging it to continue its forceful ministrations. The tongue felt warm, and seemed to further\nvary in temperature, as it glided across her flesh, and then without warning,\npenetrated her. The rabbit-foxes eyes\nrolled back in her head, as an unthinkingly pleasurable smile curled up the\ncorners of her slack maw, as the flesh of the beast's tongue slipped between\nthe lips of her sex. She immediately\nfelt it between to pulse and wriggle inside her, and her eyes widened and a\nbroken, rasping howl burst from her lips, as it slide deeper into her, seeming\nto expand and press against her fleshy walls with intense friction. She began to buck her hips, eager to drive\nthat exploring flesh deeper, clutching onto the beast's horns. It lay at the base of the tree with seeming\ncasual ease, un-exerted, it's long, bushy tail sweeping in lazy patterns, neck\nand head raised as it lavished its tongue upon its prey. The treatment was not as rough as one might\nexpect, the malevolent intelligence within its mind was patient. This was merely preparation. \nFluids thickly scented with her\ndesires cascaded down Skye's legs and the beast's muzzle, as the orgasm that\nhad been swelling within her, hit her with forceful intensity. She bucked and shuddered as she rode out the\nclimax, whiskers twitching wildly as her ears drooped to the back of her\nhead. Dimly, a corner of her mind\nwondered if anyone might hear her ecstatic cries and come to investigate, but\nthat ember of her functioning consciousness was quickly snuffed out by the\npassage of the beast's tongue as it withdrew, stimulating the tender flesh\nwithin her most intimate area as it pulled out of her. Seconds passed as she caught her breath,\nbreasts rising and falling within her sweat-sodden vest and she irritably\npulled it up and over her arms, tossing it aside, exposing her matted upper\ntorso and bare breasts to the cool night air.\nShe cried out in sudden panic as the hound moved backwards, tugging it's\nhorns away from her weakened grip and she fell from her raised vantage point\nagainst the tree trunk, falling heavily on her rump. She had barely a few moments to wince and rub\nher shoulder, before a demandingly feral growl drew her attention upwards. The hound stood over the semi-prone\nrabbit-fox, piercing scarlet eyes fixing hers with its hypnotic gaze once\nmore. Instantly, she knew what it\nwanted. What it demanded. \nSkye grinned. Her pleasure-corrupted mind was all too\neager to submit now to its will.\nThe rabbit-fox scrambled forward\non all fours, suddenly realising how much easier and more natural it was to\nmove like so. She pressed herself down\nas she turned 360 degrees, nuzzling and wriggling underneath the frame of her\nlover, pressing her chin to her folded arms as she raised her rump, spread her\nlegs and flicked her fox-like bushy blue-tipped tail over her hips, so as not\nto obstruct...what she wanted within\nher. Her still-sticky nether lips\nparted with a muted shlick sound as\nshe assumed the breeding position that had been planted within her mind. Skye needily moaned\nas her sex made contact with the hound's shaft flesh and she began to\nencouragingly rub against it. The\ndemonic hound however, needed no encouragement.\nThe slanted edge of its long\ncanine shaft found and penetrated the fluid-slicked lips of Skye's sex after a\nfew moments of shifting about for optimal penetration, using its superior bulk\nto mash her upper torso against the grass upon which she squatted. She cried out; her howl a mix of painful\necstasy as the beast slid into her. Her\nalready tormented inner-flesh sent shockwaves of sensation through her nerves,\nand she began to pant, saliva flowing freely from her maw as she was forcefully\nworked into a steady rhythm. The demonic\ncock within her felt warm, almost hot, and throbbed and pulsed, pressing\nagainst and expanding her walls, adding to her dark ecstasy as she was\nbred. Skye's handpaws clawed into the\ndirt below her, panting and moaning in a broken staccato as each penetration\ndrove her to new heights of sensation.\nNothing she'd ever experienced before had been like this, all her previous lovers performances suddenly paled before\nthe beast now mating with her. \nA flush of arousal coursed\nthrough her veins as her the ragged remnants of her mind fixed on those last\nthree words, and she pushed back against her mate, and was rewarded by a\nmasculine, wolf-like howl from the beast and a couple more inches of\npenetration. Skye's eyes rolled back in\nher head and she mindlessly grinned as the demonic shaft pushed its way to the\nvery edge of her womb. She wanted a belly-fur of the beast's seed,\nand would settle for nothing less. Its\nfront paws lay across her shoulders now, keeping her firmly within its embrace,\nthough the iron-jawed grip on her neck and shoulder fur would doubly ensure\nthat. The needle-sharp press of its\nfangs made her both wince in pain, and shiver in masochistic enjoyment. \nShe was the beasts now, the\ndemonic beast's bitch. \nBeast and rabbitfox moved as one\nnow, as the demonic hound drove its shaft, now leaking red-flecked seed into\nher as it neared climax, deep into her, eliciting echoing and shameless moans\nfrom its prey as it effortless glided along her forcefully expanded passages,\nit's sheer girth managing to stimulate her clitoris at the same time, and\ndriving her into shuddering fits of ecstatic sensation. \nThe hound let loose with an\near-piercing howl as it reached its peak, knot swelling and expanding within\nher tunnel to ensure no seed was spilled, and unloaded within her. Skye cried out as almost painfully-hot demon\ncum was sprayed directly into her womb, overflowing and cascading down to pool\nwetly along the hound's shaft and knot.\nThe rabbit-fox felt her belly begin to bulge outwards, there was just so much of it. She climaxed herself seconds afterward;\nthe vulpine hybrid's howl almost matching her mate's in its ferocity as she\nrode the wave of her orgasm. She then\nsank to the ground, both spent and thoroughly exhausted, and awaited for the\nbeast to withdraw from her. It did not.\nHazy puzzlement flickered across\nher addled mind as she wondered if the beast was gathering its energies for a\nsecond round, before sudden and encompassing heat suffused her from head to\ntoe. A ringing sound sounded in her ears\nand she cried out in panic, not understanding what was happening to her. She began to pant, grinding her teeth down as\nan unfamiliar feeling, the need to rent and kill, swept over her, and pain\nblossomed within her nerves. Still\nlodged within her, the beast rumbled a sadistic sounding laugh as the\nrabbit-fox began to shiver and buck, as the corrupted demon seed boiled and\nseethed through her system. Panicked\ngripped Skye as she felt her fangs begin to lengthen and cried out again as\nhorns painfully swelled and curled up from her own head, matching the beast's\nown in shape. Blue veins and rune-like\nmarkings pulsed and throbbed on her fur as unfamiliar memories of running\nthrough the forest, hunting and mating with the denizens there, forced their\nway into her mind, obliterating those of her old life.\nSkye's transformation had begun... "}