"I love it, babe," you assure your girlfriend, as if your kiss weren't enough. You laugh a little, enjoying the feminine qualities of your new voice, then continue. "That... change... That was wonderful. "This. This is wonderful. But... ahhh..."
You shiver as another wave of female arousal washes out from your stomach, the brief climax earlier not enough to sate your foxy needs. You rub your crotch against her, but with your dick now a clitoris, you get almost no satisfaction, merely whetting your desire.
"Ah-haha, yes..." Sylvia holds you tight and grinds back. "Yes, I know... the change always gets me worked up, I learned to bring a dildo. I didn't this time because I thought I'd have a hunky boyfriend to knot me, but... heehee... this is fine..."
You blush a bit behind your fur. You've never seen foxes -- or dogs, for that matter -- breed or expose themselves, but you have read about how they tie in coitus. You have to wonder what that would feel like, but that's not your concern at the moment. You're glad that Sylvie is okay with you having lady bits in place of your dick -- but that's the problem.
"I'm afraid I'm... not sure what to... do, as a woman..."
"Oh? Well, let me show you, foxy lady..." Giggling, she slides her hands down to yours. "Come on."
A small stream falls down dark cliffs into the cove, feeding the pool and making it almost fresh. Sera leads you to the inner edge of the pool, by the mouth of the stream, where a natural sand shelf has formed beneath the water. She draws you down to sit on this, your plump rear settling into the soft, wet sand; your swishing tails sending white plumes of it swirling away into the incoming current of the stream, settling back down further into the calmer water.
Sitting to your left, she slips her right arm behind your back and her left hand on your bosom, easing you back to lay with her against the edge. Now you are cradled against her, the ripples plashing around your breasts.
"There. Comfortable, honey?"
"Mmmhmmm." You snuggle into her, letting the warm water help relax you amidst the anticipation of what's to come. Sylvia nuzzles and kisses you, then begins an intimate tour of your new femininity.
Her free hand guides you in feeling your full, heavy breasts, running over the fine white fur of your curves, teasing and tweaking at your nipples, hefting them and feeling their weight shift on your chest. Already your pussy is starting to clench in sympathy, and fluid is leaking out into the water. She laughs at your groans and gasps, and proceeds.
Sbe brings your hands lower, petting over your smooth, tight stomach; your six-pack is gone, though your padded fingers can still feel some definition beneath the satiny fur. Maybe if you could see past your chest, there'd be a hint of a four pack. Meanwhile your hands move on to the swell of your hips and thighs, making you sigh in delight as the touch against your softly resilient cushioning reaffirms that you are a beautiful, sexy vixen.
"I never imagined being a girl would feel so good..." you murmur. Sylvia laughs.
"Oh? Just wait..."
She lifts you a bit, leveraging the buoyancy of the water to help you feel your big, luscious ass. You groan, joining her in kneading your buns, the excited movements of your tail against your arms and the side of the pool adding to the wonder of the erotic sensations. It feels so big... I can't wait to check it out in a mirror!
"Ahhh...!"
"And now... Careful with your claws, honey..."
Finally she guides you in feeling over your female sex, probing your folded hood and the stiff, sensitive nub nestled within; running your fingers along your engorged outer labia. Dipping inside the torrid channel, where the juice of your arousal thickens the pool's water, a steady stream that forms translucent whorls as it's caught by the current.
"Now relax," she whispers, "and let me show you how a woman really feels..."
She puts your hands back on your breasts, and you melt into her, groping yourself with closed eyes as she begins teasing your nethers again. As the man you've always taken the lead before, but now you trust yourself to her, letting her turn you into a writhing mess of whimpering need. You buck against her as she brushes your clit, and this soon turns into a rhythm as she slips her fingers into you, one at a time, working her way up to four. Her thumb still occasionally grazes your clit as she pumps into you, making the world flash and working you higher, higher...
"Who's a beautiful vixen?" you hear her whisper, before her muzzle slides over yours. Pulled even closer, your breasts crush together again, nipple grinding on nipple, and you scream into her mouth, your body convulsing as she brings you up to the peak and pushes you off the edge into heaven.
This time it seems like it's never going to stop, her skillful fingers continuing to massage you as burst after burst of your female nectar jets past them to cloud the pool with lust.
And, deep inside, the powerful orgasm ignites the latent effects of the mist that had earlier saturated your room, merging with the magic of the pool. Unnoticed by either of you, an aura of pink light and golden sparkles surrounds you for a moment, intensifying your pleasure. Sylvia is also affected, moaning into the kiss as her libido spikes, though she thinks it's just a reaction to getting you off.
By the tine you come back to earth and Sylvia can take her eyes off your pleasure-glazed expression, the pink effulgence has gone, apart from a magical glint in your golden eyes. None the wiser, your girlfriend pulls away, licking her lips, and taking her hand from your body to run it over her own.
"Thank you, Sylvie," you murmur, eyes half-lidded, gazing at your wonderful lover through your lashes as the afterglow merges with the warmth of the sunny water. "Thank you so much."
"Mmm, you're welcome, beautiful. It was my pleasure to make you so happy. But it also got me really worked up..." She shifts, and you open your eyes as you see her push herself up until she is mostly out of the water, sitting on the shore and lolling back. Her legs are spread, her paws resting on the sandy shelf beside you. "So why don't you return the favour, and show me just how much you appreciate me?"
"Heehee, of course babe." You're all too glad to return the favour, and get a taste of Sylvia's sweet pussy in return. You also move off the natural bench, wading around in front of her then kneeling in the water, enjoying the ripples from the stream as they tug at your fur.
Right between her legs, the full force of her scent hits you, amplified by the wet fur surrounding her engorged lips, and you inhale it greedily. To your vulpine nose, she smells much better than she did as a human. You feel like you could get drunk off her pheromones, and your own pussy is already gushing out its juices into the pool again.
"Smell something you like?" she teases, her foxy snout grinning over the delicious white hills on her chest. "C'mon hun -- taste it!"
You delay no longer, sticking your cold nose into her nethers and making her yip. You half-giggle, half-pant as you drink her bouquet straight from the source, then get to work. You were always unusually skilled at cunnilingus for a guy, and now, with your long nimble tongue and narrow snout, you can do things you never could before. You soon have Sylvia squirming and moaning, her tail thrashing about in the sand beneath her arching back, her legs encircling you and pushing you in as she urges you deeper.
As you lap up her nectar, a new tingling spreads through you. Your lust and desire to pleasure your lover sparks the magic within you, the power of the mist and cove now thoroughly entwined and assimilated to you. Pleasure surges through your veins with the promise of further changes.