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I run freebie streams occasionally where I pick people at random who are watching and write them a short flash fic story using their character, based on an idea they have related to the theme. This stream's theme was Post Transformation: what is life like after the life-changing event?

Moon Struck (not sure of SF username so no link - sorry! I always forget to ask what it is during the stream)

Moonstruck stared at the paper in hir russet paw, a frown on hir long muzzle. Another rejection letter from the publisher. Hir frown changed to a scowl as shi read a sentence from the middle:

"Dear Moonstruck,

Although we appreciate your writing and have published you in the past, we do not believe the rise in the amount of sexually explicit material is a good fit for our imprint. We wish you the best of luck in the future and, if you tone down the explicit content, we'd be happy to review your manuscript again."

Moonstruck snorted and crumbled the paper up into a ball, then tossed it over hir shoulder. It bounced off of hir hindquarters.

It hadn't always been like this, but Moonstruck found that lately it was difficult to write without adding certain... details. Hir tastes had changed almost as much as hir body had. Shi'd started writing when shi was a regular human: male and boring. That all changed a few years previously, after a tour of a chemical processing plant as research for a novel went awry, leaving him as shi was now: a full-figured, hyper-endowed foxtaur. Hir long, slim upper torso expanded from the hips, growing into a full-figured chest. A pair of triple-D cup breasts swayed gently, jiggling even when shi stood still. Now and then a few drops of rich, creamy milk would seep from the fat, dark pink nipples protruding through hir dark red fur.

The dark red fur covered most of hir body. A diamond-shaped patch of white above the swells of hir breasts reached up hir throat, expanding at the point to spread across the lower half of hir muzzle. The white fur returned beneath hir heavy breasts, coating the very insides of hir cleavage, but leaving the majority of the swells to the red. The white continued down hir belly, narrowed between hir forelegs, and expanded again down hir long underside. Three more pairs of breasts hung from hir underbody, large enough to sway and brush against the floor if shi had to stoop down. They were so big that the rear-most pair nuzzled in against a heavy, full sheath, which drooped low enough to sway back and forth with every step. A strip of white-furred skin attached the two-foot-long sheath to hir lower belly.

Hir hindlegs straddled a pair of massive balls. The white-furred orbs would permanently drag along the floor if shi walked without standing up tall and going slow. Fortunately, hir thick pelt protected them from sidewalk cement, though there had been an unfortunate incident on an escalator a month or so back.

Moonstruck slowly walked to hir computer, which sat on a height-adjustable desk for ease of use. Shi'd gotten rid of all but a single recliner (for guests) years ago. Shi had to kick some draperies out of the way as shi moved. Shi'd been in a funk lately and hadn't kept up on the laundry. While shi was in hir own house, shi'd go naked, but shi still had to be modest in public. The draperies would hang over hir backside, hiding from view any of hir underbody as long as shi kept hir bushy red and white tail down. Shi could still wear regular shirts, and often did, though bras had become an issue due to hir size.

Shi sighed as shi settled down in front of the computer. Shi kept hir forelegs straight and pulled hir hindquarters forward, shoving hir massive testicles up against the backs of hir forelegs. With them out of the way, shi lowered hir rump down to the floor. Hir upper torso leaned forward, elbow going to the desk so shi could rest hir muzzle on hir palm. Hir stories... too sexy for print? The letter bummed hir out. Shi was proud of hir last story, even if it were a bit more raunchy than what shi'd done as a human. It wasn't hir fault shi'd ended up this way.

Hir sheath gave a gentle throb. Shi was always horny now. Perpetually. It made going out difficult, since shi had to plan ahead and flood the bathtub a few times to make sure nothing untowards happened. Shi'd learned hir lesson the hard way after flooding a restaurant.

Well, the publisher may not want the book anymore, but shi could find another publisher. Shi would send copies far and wide. Hir stories were still good, maybe even better.

Moonstruck smiled as shi opened up the word processing program on the computer and scrolled the end of the current chapter. Shi wasn't going to let some rejection letter stop hir, not when shi knew shi was at the top of hir game. Red fingers flew across the keyboard. At first it had been very difficult to type. Claws were much different than fingertips; shi'd had to relearn.

Line after line of text boiled out of Moonstruck's mind onto the virtual page. Hir muzzle opened slightly and shi panted. Shi was getting to another juicy part. Sure, shi wrote more sex scenes than before, but they were important, character-building moments. It wasn't just some tawdry piece of filth written for the sake of it.

Hir long pink tongue came out and moistened hir lips. The foxtaur's tail wagged slowly back and forth. Between hir legs, hir sheath throbbed again, swelling noticeably. There was no sound in the room besides the rustling of fur against the light tan carpet and the click of the keyboard... and the increasing volume of hir rapid panting. The foxtaur's breasts swelled as hir body grew aroused. Hir nipples tightened and the tip of a dark red shaft poked free of the white-furred sheath. Moonstruck's eyes focused on the screen, blinking only very occasionally as shi eagerly typed raunchier and dirtier lines. Shi didn't even notice hir own growing arousal - shi was too absorbed by the writing.

Eventually, hir growing maleness pushed further, prodding and poking its way through the lowermost pair of breasts. Each full, plump orb had a slightly small nipple, which leaked creamy milk drop by drop as hir body continued to heat up. Hir legs shifted, rubbing hir rump against the carpet, as shi got more comfortable. Hir balls always swelled up when shi wrote and hir forelegs spread to accommodate them. Still, though, shi ignored the growing need to focus on the story. Hir breasts squeezed against the top of hir testicles, which were kept cozily under the foxtaur's body, squeezed under hir belly and breasts.

The seconds ticked by, then the minutes. Several thousand words later, the foxtaur's cock grew fat and hard, shoving its way through all three pairs of breasts along hir underside to emerge from between hir forelegs. The deep pelt coating hir muscular body tickled hir shaft, adding to the pleasure shi felt as hir typing slowed. Shi breathed hard, breasts heaving, jiggling, causing milk drops to fly over hir keyboard and paws. This was a really good scene, shi thought. Really hot. The detective was nailing the secretary as they both transformed into busty sea otter herms. Hir last book as a human had been about a detective who nailed a secretary on the trail of a murder mystery. This was a bit different.

Hir thickening erection bumped between hir forelegs, shaft pulsing with need. The foxtaur's muzzle hung open, tongue poking out across hir plump, dark red lips. The russet-furred herm's forelegs lifted alternately, dancing back and forth as hir hindlegs shivered.

Moonstruck tapped a few more keys... and... done. The foxtaur stretched hir arms over hir head, happy with the first draft of the scene. It was definitely one of hir spicier works. Let the publisher see what they think about that!

But first, Moonstruck realized shi had more pressing needs. Lowering hir paws to hir breasts, shi cupped the bottoms, moaning as the weighty, milky orbs filled hir paws, squeezing between hir fingers and wrapping over the edge of hir palms. Two trickles of milk rolled down the russet fur, staining it a slightly darker shade. Hir cock twitched. A pulse of white pre-cum rolled down the tip, wetting the red length. Hir sheath stretched wide between hir hind legs and shi growled as hir knot filled out. The tight flesh of hir sheath wrapped around it tightly, squeezing on it, keeping the pressure up even as shi grew bigger. Hir cock, sandwiched as it was between hir lower breasts and balls, throbbed again, jerking between the fur. Moonstruck groaned and leaned back, demonstrating hir natural flexibility as hir head tipped, almost allowing hir ears to touch hir hindquarters.

Hir cock twitched and shi moaned, pulling hirself upright and then leaning over, paws releasing hir plush breasts to reach for hir cock. Hir backside curled as hir muzzle dipped down. With a little stretching, shi was able to just reach the tip of hir flexing, drooling cock. Hir breasts squeezed against the tops of hir forelegs as hir hindquarters rose into the air, dragging hir massive balls backwards, between hir hind legs. Shi moaned loudly, until a pulse of pre-cum flooded hir muzzle, muting hir groans. Both hands ran down the length, reaching as far as shi could in this position.

Sex was awkward for Moonstruck now. It was certainly more pleasurable, but the actual mechanics were something shi was still learning, even years later. Hir favorite position, which shi moved into, was laying half on hir back, lower body curled, giving hir plenty of reach with hir arms. Hir forelegs spread, roughly grasping the length and pulling it tight to hir underbody, squeezing it into hir six milk-filled breasts. Cum pulsed from the tip, soaking hir torso's belly, as shi leaned upwards, paws grasping the head and stroking firmly. The dark red length extended just a little farther as hir knot squeezed out of its sheath, nearly fully engorged. Moonstruck closed hir eyes, shuddering with pleasure as hir heavy balls roiled, pinning down hir tail just past hir hindquarters.

Hir paws moved back and forth between hir heavy breasts and thick shaft, alternatively milking hir nipples or tip. Moonstruck's groans and cries echoed in the otherwise silent house as shi masturbated furiously, unable to stop now even if shi wanted. This was the best part of being an overendowed foxtaur, after all, and shi always did enjoy it. Hir aching breasts spurted thick, creamy milk over hir paws as shi groped them, squeezing and pulling them firmly. When shi leaned up far enough, shi could maneuver hir upper body so that hir cock shoved right between hir torso's breasts. With all four taur-legs clutching hir massive erection tight to hir underside, shi could slowly pump hir hindquarters and shove hir shaft against all that nice, plush fur and velvet pawpads. Hir moans intensified as shi humped hir hips, making hir breasts jiggle all the more. Grasping the nipple of the left, shi pulled it up and leaned over, until hir plump lips closed around it. Shi suckled greedily as hir paws massaged hir length, tasting hir own richness and loving every drop.

It didn't take much for Moonstruck to cum. Shi tensed up, body going still, legs awkwardly shifting as shi lost some control of hir body in the final moments before it hit. Hir eyes closed and a deep and guttural growl ripped from hir lungs. A deluge of warm, sticky seed poured from hir tip, rolling down hir underside and over the belly of hir upper torso. The thick cum quickly plastered hir fur down as shi jerked hir hips, shivering at every touch of hir four paws on hir throbbing maleness. Milk rolled down hir chin as shi resumed suckling. With a little effort, shi was able to get hir hindlegs bent enough to press hir feet around hir bulbous knot.

Pleasure pumped through the foxtaur's body. Hir sensitive knot, swollen and enlarged, pulsed against hir paws. More thick cum drained out of hir massive erection, soaking the carpet all around hir. Hir tail wagged weakly, as much as it could, underneath hir tremendous testicles.

Shi moaned and sighed, enjoying the aftermath. Hir cum smelled good and didn't taste too bad, either. Shi sampled it, and hir milk again, as hir four paws slowly rubbed the slick, wet length, milking out the last few bursts of seed. Content, shi relaxed on the floor, rolling fully onto hir side. One foreleg slowly shifted against the underside of the crown as shi panted hard.

One scene of hir latest book down... several dozen more to go.

The end.