Soft fur emerges on your hands, and at the hint of cleavage exposed by your bodice, glowing white in the moonlight kissing your flesh. Your ears taper to points, pale blue and white hairs threading out of the tips. Your nails narrow, the polish merging with them as they morph into pearly pink claws.
You lay your right hand on your bosom, the satiny fur quietly spreading, as you marvel at the world around you. The dazzling stars, and scudding cloud wisps illumined by the bright Moon, against the velvet black of the sky; the mystic shine of the path that bears you ever higher. All reflected in the wavering darkness of the ocean below.
Your hair and gown stream behind you in the cool night breeze, elation welling in your breast as you increasingly feel part of the beauty around you. Your fear dissipates, and you let go of your blade; your left hand joins your right in caressing your bust, sensitive pink pads forming on their palms and fingertips. Your tailbone defuses with the release of tension, a new appendage growing from the base of your spine. Your heels lift, your feet beginning the transition to paws, your body borne up by the wonder surrounding you.
Lost in the enchantment, you remain unaware as your ears grow more triangular and moblie, slowly migrating up your skull. As your fur advances to your face, your teeth grow sharper and your jaws longer, fusing nose and upper lip into the start of a muzzle. Your tail pushes out through a new-formed opening in your skirt, and you shiver unconsciously in excitement, the burgeoning brush wagging a little.
The fur washes over your legs, bringing further definition and muscle with it, encouraging your feet to take on a powerful digitigrade stance, making you feel light as the clouds above as you unconsciously adjust your stride. Your toenails reform into claws to match your hands, soft but sturdy pads pressing into your boots, which mold to fit your new paws.
You look up into the nearing clouds, tears coming to your eyes at the splendour of the night sky. It's so beautiful. Having lived most of your life in a modern city, you've never really been aware of such glory. You hold out your hands as if you would catch and embrace the falling moonbeams. And you see the fur of your hands sparkling white; the pink of pads and claws in the full Moon's light.
"What...?" Just as wonder at the change enters your thoughts, soft whiteness wraps around your balls and your cock is drawn into the warm embrace of a sheath. The tingling excitement submerges in a warm flood of arousal. "Ohhhhhh..." A long shuddering breath passes your fangs. You feel a pointed, rosy pink tip slide out and press against your panties.
Wonder and arousal are joined by the sense of fulfillment you felt in the cave, stronger now, and your feelings spiral into euphoria. Light blue markings form on the sides of your long, slender muzzle. Your eyes reflect the light in slitted pupils. Your tail reaches its full, magnificent luxuriance. Your changes are complete.
Your blood now pulsing with renewed life, you become very aware of your body. Your alert, swiveling ears picking up the song of the wind, rustling your garments; and the plashes of sea life breaking the now distant water. The sensitive pad of your nose, cold with moisture, quivering at far scent of salt. The ruffling of the thick fur of your tail.
I'm a vixen. There's no question. Your identity as a fox is as sure in your mind as your identity as a female. A royal vixen, you think. Princess Espera.
You look down, seeing the top of your muzzle as you bring your hands back to your breasts. You pull your bodice open a little, marveling with a self-indulgent smile at how fine the fur is on your foxy bosom. Looking over your shoulder, you swish your tail, confirming that the appendage is truly yours.
You are as beautiful as the world around you, radiant in the moonlight. The tears come, and you blink them away; feeling that your heart has broken for joy. You murmur a "thank you" to whatever god might be responsible for this.
After a few minutes of looking and feeling over your body, you compose yourself and resume walking. Your steps are tentative at first as you are now aware of the change to your legs; but as with wearing women's clothing you feel as though you've been walking digitigrade all your life and you soon stop worrying about it.
The euphoria returns, stronger than ever. Laughing, you begin to run. There is some amazement, at the back of your mind, at how easily you've accepted this. But it feels so natural. So wonderful. You are a vixen, strong, graceful, and sensual; this is what you were always meant to be. This is what you've always wanted, the nameless desire driving your restless discontent. Now that desire is granted, and you are going to enjoy it.
Princess Espera.
You don't know how long you run, exalting in the spring of your new paws and the wag of your tail behind you, but eventually you do slow back to a trot. The bridge has begun sloping down. On the horizon, a blush of pink heralds the dawn. You wonder fleetingly if you've really been walking all night, but then you see the end of the bridge. A white sand beach, like the one you left. But beyond it, instead of a cliff, is...