Story:
2nd Person Pov / Musk / Feral / MTF

The air in the forest is thick and crisp as you tramp through the thick underbrush, steam rolling out of your mouth as you grunt, pushing your way sideways through a tight clearing in the thick bushes and tightly packed trees of the forest. Your ankle-high hunter boots and camouflage pants protect you from most of the wiry and wild limbs of small bushes and trees as they scratch and poke at your lower body, dry leaves and sticks crunching beneath each footstep as you clumsily push your way through, moving deeper into the forest. You wince at the noise you're making - You need to be quiet... Trudging onward, your rifle slung over your shoulder, you can't help but screw up your nose slightly at a strange scent that's been plaguing you ever since you set foot into the forest... A slightly musky and acrid pang. You dismissed it at first, but you find that as you dive deeper into the underbrush, the canopy above growing thicker and lower, you find the scent getting stronger, and more invasive, as it winds its way through your nostrils, nudging at your brain. A mere tingle, as you perceive it, dismissing it as insignificant, but it would prove to be anything but...

As you push onward, your eyes scanning the brush ahead, ears listening for the rustling of bushes, or pitter patter of small paws on the forest floor, you find yourself beginning to grow abnormally warm... Strange, you think. It was rather crisp out, and you've not done much running yet... How could you be getting so warm.

However, before you can ponder that thought any more... You hear a rustle in the thick underbrush beside you. You reach to grab your rifle from your shoulder, your hand wrapping around the bolt and just about to pull it back to chamber a round, before a blur of Orange and White darts out of the bushes, headed straight for your leg! Before you are even able to yell out in surprise, you feel the brush of fur against your pant leg, before a lance of pain as the Fox's maw wraps around your leg, its sharp, pearly white teeth puncturing your pants like butter, sinking into your flesh as it meets its mark. You yelp, the shock of the pain lancing up your leg as you lose your footing. The fox, sensing that the hunter turned prey is about to hit the dirt, quickly releases its hold on your leg, so as to not be dragged down alongside you. Its job done for the moment, it darts back into the underbrush, leaving you to lick your wounds, so to speak...

Wincing, you feel a soft pulsing and tingling radiating out from the bite wound that's now on your left leg. Uttering a few obscenities at your bad luck, you reach down, a gloved hand pulling up the sleeve of your camo pants to inspect your wound. However, once the bottom of your punctured pant leg es over your wound, you see something you never expected you would...

...Fur.

Fur. Growing on your leg, thick and chocolate brown, sprouting around the small punctures from the fox's teeth... The little fucker infected you with something!

You feel your heart jump in your chest, a bead of sweat forming on your forehead as you begin to panic. However, you can only watch in horror as this begins a loop. The more you panic and the faster your heart flutters and thumps in your chest, the faster the fur spreads, and the thicker it becomes. You watch as the brown pelt quickly wraps around your leg, before spreading in both directions, both down toward your ankle and up toward your knee. It's not fast enough that you can't keep track of it, but it isn't slow enough for you regain your composure, either. It's almost like the infection is... Teasing you. Letting you relish the last of your human form before it is forcibly overwritten by something different... Something better.

You watch in shock as the fur abruptly fades from Brown to Orange as it snakes up your partially exposed leg, before disappearing up the sleeve, swallowing and concealing your skin beneath its thick, plush and all consuming fluffy mass. Removing a glove, you reach down, trying to frantically full the fur away from the exposed portion of your leg, only to wince and yelp as your skin comes with it, the fur rooted deeply into it... Now a part of you whether you like it or not.

As the fur reaches your groin, you groan as you feel the seat and crotch of your pants strain to contain the sheer thickness of it, the seams of your camouflage pants straining, the odd orange, and now white fur poking through the fabric, almost begging to be exposed to the crisp, forest air it was designed to protect against. You feel the pelt continue its flow, flooding down your right leg as your pants continue to strain, the sleeve of your right leg now puffing out slightly as the thick pelt continues its march downward, claiming your entire lower body at this point as its own.

It's at this point, you feel a cramping sensation begin to form in the strained crotch of your pants as you continue to grow warmer... The fur has stopped for the moment, but you sense something else... Something bigger looming. You steel yourself for what's to come next, only to gasp as a deep, burning sensation begins to overtake your groin.

Frantically pulling your pants down, you pant and groan as you struggle against the thick, plush fur pushing from within, watching as a dense, creamy pelt covering your groin is allowed to floof out of the zipper as you try to push down the pants... However, as you finally get them down, you can only watch in shock as your cock stands to full attention against the cold forest air, a deep seated heat surging through it, you wonder what's going on, why you're so turned on by this, only to be interrupted by a bone rattling climax, as your balls empty themselves of their human seed. You watch, unknowing, as the last of your human seed is ejected from your body, rope after rope of cum shooting out, soaking into the forest floor, your pant legs, and your fur as each rope grows weaker than the last, before slowing to a dribble - Your humanity evicted, and ready for something... New, to move in.

Your furred thighs quivering, you fall back as you bask in the afterglow of your climax, the sheer power of it having taken the wind out of you as your chest heaves, breathing deeply, as your mind swims in a sudden, and quite possibly final rush of human testosterone.

As you lay momentarily incapacitated, you fail to notice as the fox from earlier meekly slinks its way out of the nearby bushes, its slitted eyes gliding over the fur covering your exposed groin and upper thighs, its long, slobbery tongue sliding around its lips, liking what it sees. As it listens to you panting to catch your breath, it quietly pads its way over to your lower body, its wet nose twitching as it sniffs you, inhaling your scent... It can pick up a tiny bit of fox, owing to your fur, but... Oh! There's the problem! It's eyes lock upon your still human cock and empty balls, surrounded by fur and looking rather out of place on your now changed groin... This stuff should likely change on its own, but... Sometimes the process needs a bit of... active intervention.

With grace, stealth and agility up its sleeve, the orange furred menace quietly slips between your legs, quietly approaching your groin from the inside, its slitted eyes locked upon your pathetically twitching cock as its tongue hangs out.

You don't have time to react as you feel something wet and warm wrap around your cock. You yelp and twitch, but the pleasure is... Unlike anything you have felt in your life. You can't help but groan and... whine as you lift your head, looking down to see a feral fox with its head buried between your changing legs, its long, flat tongue wrapped around your cock, saliva saturating your crotch. Your head hits the ground once more as you cry out, another climax. Instead this time... with your Human balls no longer able to produce your own seed... all your cock does is strain and twitch, sliding into the Fox's maw as it continues its work, its DNA laced saliva saturating your fur, soaking into your skin, slowly guiding your body toward something that is more ideal...

With each throb and spark up your spine, you fail to notice as your cock and balls begin to rapidly shrink and retract into your body, the Fox's DNA rapidly reformatting the area, as a new slit begins to form just below your still shrinking male anatomy... Rapidly overtaking it in presence as it burrows deeper into your body, a thick, swollen labia quickly forming, lips swelling into something that would look more at home on a Female Fox, as your new spade settles into place. It doesn't take long for the fox to notice this development, quickly shifting his focus away from your now microscopic cock, and to your new, rapidly swelling Vixen pussy. You can't help but squirm and cry out in pure ecstasy as you feel his long, slobbering tongue push its way into your forming pussy, your womb beginning to take shape alongside a pair of fertile ovaries, of which rapidly fill with enough eggs to make you an exceptionally fertile vixen...

As this takes place, the fox's head still buried between your legs, you feel a deep and instinctual heat begin to grow between your legs, alongside an emptiness growing in the pit of your stomach as your orange and white pelt begins its match once more, flowing up your belly almost in sync with your womb as it pushes into your body, carving out room for itself within you, carving out room for the many litters of fox kits you will likely have... Reformatting you into the breeding bitch you were always meant to be... As the fur spreads up your stomach, even despite your distracted state, you feel as multiple fleshy points begin to litter your torso, following the wave of fur as it steadily rolls up your chest in rows of two, eventually leaving you with eight pairs of teats adorning your now furred stomach and chest, each standing prominently in the cool air, hard enough to cut glass and sensitive enough to make your whole body twitch with anticipation at even the slightest brush of your belly fur.

Before long however, just as the fur makes it up to your collar bone and begins to thicken before its final march up toward your head, you feel the muscles in your groin contract, your heat growing, before you feel yet another wave of bliss wash over your body as you experience your first female climax through your vixen anatomy, the now horny male fox between your legs yipping in delight as your vixen scent finally comes to fruition, hitting him like a ton of bricks as your feminine juices flow free, flooding from your swollen lips and soaking your thick thigh fur, and the Male Fox's maw, with your fertile scent, advertising yourself to the forest now not as a Male Human, but a Female Fox, a vixen in her prime, and available to any male with seed strong enough to fill her with kits...

You let out an animalistic whine and yip, feeling your body shudder with feral delight from the climax, the fur spreading with even more vigor now as you feel it continue to march up toward your neck, flowing over your shoulders to meet with the pelt upon your back, and flowing down your arms. However, as it reaches your hands... Your eyes widen as it changes you at a much, much deeper level than just the skin level... You watch in horror as the fur turns to brown once more as it hits your forearm and continues to march toward your hands, both at the same time, the changes almost in complete sync as they attack your hands. Flipping your hands over, so that your palms are facing away, you watch as dark, black claws agonizingly push up from the beds of your fingernails, sliding into place and replacing them completely, as they fall off, only for your new claws to be surrounded by that same thick brown fur, albeit shorter. Feeling a swelling upon your palms and the undersides of each finger, you flip your hands around once more, only to watch as thick, black pads begin to push out of the still unfurred parts of your hands and, much to your shock, your fingers begin to shrink. ts popping and cracking as your fingers begin to shrink back into your palm, your thumb and its claw also shrinking, migrating further back as it slowly works its way to its new home, as your dew claw... You try to flex your fingers, only to feel your hear skip a beat in your chest as you immediately notice the lost dexterity, as all your new paws do is wriggle, your claws flexing as you try in vein to find any flexibility and dexterity left in them... Only to not find any.

As you begin to mourn the loss of your hands, you're quickly shocked back into reality as you feel your spine pop... and then crack. You let out an involuntary yelp as you shift, a nub at the base of your spine digging into the compacted dirt and leaves as your body shifts around, prompting you to jolt up, the horny fox, still nestled between your legs, lapping up all the juices of yours it can find, quickly gets to his feet and shifts as your whole body pivots around, flipping over to land upon its new paws, your claws and pads digging into the ground feeling strangely... Stable... And natural, even as you notice your arms too have shrunk and changed a fair bit, their changes settling into place with an eye-squeezingly wet crack as your new shoulder ts pop into place, more better suited to a creature that runs on four paws, instead of two legs. Your shirt hangs loosely off of your now smaller and differently shaped frame, almost ready to fall off you should you make any sudden movements.

You can feel the new growth as the base of your spine continue to grow, almost sickeningly wet pops and cracks echoing off the canopy above and the foliage around you as you feel your spine grow longer, the small nub quickly forming a tail that, much to your horror, you can both feel and move. After a few minutes, you sigh as you begin to feel the changes to your spine slow down, and eventually stop, having reached its final length and settling into place. Your new tail radiates with pins and needles, feeling like little electric shocks in your mind, as then new appendage twitches and flicks from side to side, fur tickling its length as it rapidly covers it in full, your new fox tail swishing in the cool breeze, subconsciously fanning your new scent around. This, however, is all it takes to send that same fox into a frenzy, as you feel that mischievous wet nose and slobbery tongue once more burry itself into your swollen spade, your rear-end still to high for him to have any real... Fun. However, that is about to change...

You gasp as you feel the fur around your neck begin its final push, at the same time as your hips begin to pop and crack, realigning as brown furred fox paws slip out of now loose fitting boots, wool socks sliding off the furred paws and also falling to the forest floor. Your pants, of which were previously jammed with fur and stuck around your thicker, fur covered thighs, now also fall to the ground too, as your muscle begins to compact itself, becoming powerful and lean as your how hind legs begin to reshape into something more befitting of a feral vixen such as yourself.

As the fur spreads up your neck, it hits the back of your head first, your hair quickly falling out as its overcome with the tick orange pelt that quickly consumes and evicts its, before spreading to your ears as they quickly draw to points, twitching as new muscles within them activate, as the slide their way up the sides of your head, eventually coming to rest atop your now hair-less, and fur covered head, swiveling around of their own accord, allowing you to pick up each sound in the forest as clear as day... Even the licking and slobbering of the male fox from behind you as your spade grows closer and closer to his reach... As the fur continues to spread, you squeeze your eyes closed as the fur overtakes them as well, your vision fading for a second before your now slitted eyes open up once more, your vision sharper, albeit more muted and with different colours... However, you note that you can see better looking into the more dimly lit corners of the forest from where you are. However, they're quickly pulled back to your face, as you feel your mouth begin to water, drool leaking from the corner of it as your teeth begin to sharpen, tongue flattening and lengthening, and nose growing dark and damp as your new muzzle begins to pull away from your head, yawning open as you feel your new teeth fill out your now sharply toothed maw, your flat tongue gliding over these teeth as you pant and whine, before coming up to lick your now more sensitive nose. A plethora of new scents flood each nostril as your now freshly wet nose visibly twitches, your increasingly instinct and urge driven brain lighting up like a Christmas tree as your brain begins to pick up on so many new scents your human nose never before noticed... However, the two strongest ones are the thick, masculine scent of the male fox behind you, and... A sweet, musky scent of a female vixen nearby... Where is she?

You shift your nose down, burring it into your fur, inhaling deeply.

It's you.

As your maw finishes settling into place, and your rear legs let out one final crack as they settle into their new feral stance, your nose twitches, picking up another male scent nearby... Approaching fast. Before the male fox between your legs gets a chance to mount your needy and burning pussy, you feel him pull away, padding past you as you remain locked in place, your body begging for you to submit, begging for you to be filled...

"So, you got one this time? The hunter? Good..." The new male fox speaks. You feel surprised - Foxes aren't supposed to speak... right?

"Where do you want to go first, front or back?~" the first fox answers, his maw still damp with your musky fluids, his obviously hard knotted cock hanging freely of his sheath, the mere sight of it making your back legs quiver and your fluffy tail raise, begging to be mounted as you can't help but let out a lustful whine, as your brain is overwhelmed in the moment... Overwhelmed by the heat and the emptiness you feel in the pit of your gut.

"Ooh, you're keen, aren't you?~ Let's put you to work bearing your first of many litters of kits, to repair the damage you've done in your previous life..." the second fox says, as the pair make their way toward you. All you can do is whine in delight, excited to be bred, excited to bear your first kits, excited to be the vixen you were always meant to be...