"I just want to talk. You look really fluffy though, so maybe I could pet you? Ooh! I know. Lets take a walk in the woods. I know a really great clearing," Grafer replies.
On his suggestion, you take a walk to the clearing. Once there, Grafer suddenly removes his clothes.
"What are you doing?" you ask.
"I just prefer this," he replies, "besides, this way, I can cuddle up to you more."
"Ok," you say, doing your best kitsune impression of a shrug.
You lie down, and Grafer leans against you, nestled in the crook of your body. He pelters you with questions while absentmindedly petting you.
Neither of you seem to notice, but Grafer's penis and balls seem to suck up into his pelvis, leaving only a small hole. His pelvis is quickly covered in white fur.
Neither do you notice that your manlyness has done the same thing, leaving you with no external genitiles, but just a small hole obscured by your fur.
As he pets you, Grafer's hands almost seem to become paws, fingers gaining claws, hands gaining pawpads, being covered in short but soft white fur. His hands change shape, pinkies fading away, thumbs turning into dewclaws, hands becoming more usable for walking upon. Gunter's feet seem to be displaying the exact same changes.
He lies down next to you as more changes take place. Grafer's arms and legs turn more fox-like, becoming covered with similar fur as his hands and feet. His limbs become digitigrade, and shift to support his weight from under him. He shrinks, now about half your size, with fox-like proportions. Grafer's head tilts, pointing forward, and he lays down like you, in a position benifiting his limbs. Grafer's hair turns white, shorter, fur-like but a bit longer. His ears move to the to the top of his head, turning into fluffy white triangles. Grafer's body gets covered in thick, white fur, spreading from his pelvis and from his arms. Three tails, approximatly as long as him, but fluffier than any other fur, burst from his tailbone.
You are suddenly siezed with a strange compulsion. You begin to lick Grafer's entire face. As you lick it, Grafer's nose becomes dog-like, and it and his mouth extend into a muzzle. The licking frenzy stops, and Grafer's face gets covered in poofy fur, whiskers sprouting from his muzzle.
You suddenly realize. "Grafer," you state, "you're a fox!"
He replies, "Oh...