# The Wrong Choice - Skye's Transformation

Author: Jinx Curi
Tags: Bestiality, Demon, Female, Fox, Rabbit, Transformation, Yiff, corruption, hellhound, sex, vulpine

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...

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