Unpleasantries

Story by Werefox Inari Sachi on SoFurry

, , , , ,

Felt like getting yet another weird and horny fantasy off my chest--something short for a change. I don't know that I'll ever write more on this, but I might.


"Serviced into being a Zorii. Disgusting. Leave her to her piss and stench." he said, disgusted with the woman, as she laid their idly in the street, sniffing herself and moaning uncomfortably.

She'd not remembered what she'd been doing, and her vision blurred, a yellow haze before her, as the footsteps of the speaker stepped away. She caught the motion of the shoes, a strange blur in her eyes, as the sound of a door slamming reverberated in her head, and she moved the tufted, big things that were apparently her ears.

And that was how our strange story began; a woman of blazing red-orange hair, lying in a mucky back alley, licking her nose that was bulged and black, whimpering confusedly as she clasped her ungainly long face that had become more of an extended olfactory organ, than anything even relatably human. She still bore trappings of humanity; a shirt that barely covered her enlarged bosom of rippling teats, and a blaze of hair that was just vaguely human, almost turned to nothing but a mane of orange fur. She smelled of booze and shit and spunk, and her pants had ripped and tattered, and barely fit her wasteline, doing little to conceal her thick and bushy tail, tufted in white...

What was frightening though was that she could remember nothing but enjoyment prior to the strange turn of events that had left her in this state... and that she now craved even more servicing and attention. Quickly, she scrambled to her mutant feet; brown furred, clawed, ugly things that stank like urine, and blanketed herself in shame beneath her over-sized new limb.

Her first thoughts when she'd at last relaxed--that she was hungry, and needed to share her hunger--broke the fear with a mindless drive for human prey... and she was at last, truly, a creature unlike her former self, as she scampered past a trash can, and into the darkness of the strange and alien city.

[SCRAP] The Adam of Foxes

The hot splatter spreads across your backside, and the change begins. You find your hair, mussed and thickening with spooge, and run your fingers through it as it darkens to black, and spreads like wildfire up your ears and down your back. Your entire...

, , , , , , , , , , , ,

[SCRAP] An Argument With "God"

You stagger back from the booming voice that fills your head. Though the creature does not move its mouth, its 'voice' is around and 'in' you, permeating the creature's surroundings. The once-angel stands, still surveying her transfigured self in...

, , , , , ,

[SCRAP] Tangling With A Twisted Angel

Amidst the stinking fox-folk, another being stands out for wearing clothing that, even had her feathered wings not given her away, is certainly Angelic in origin; too clean and bright to even fit in with the dusky glade and its dirty denizens. She too...

, , , , , , , , , , ,