I winced in pain as I turned around to see what had bitten me, and I saw that furry bastard snarling away at me. It was a fox! I had no idea it was even there, but here I was, reeling from one attacking me. I then shuffled back into the house, slamming the door so the animal wouldn't get in. All the while blood was gushing all over my leg where it bit and I scrambled to find bandages to stop it from making a mess on our family's carpet. Mom wouldn't be too happy with a bloody mess like that, but I had a badly mangled leg, and I figured I could explain the bloody mess on the carpets when she and dad got home from the museum. Luckily, I eventually found a first aid kit in the other room and wrapped the bandage around my ankle. I hopped on one foot onto the couch, as the fox had managed to bite pretty deep into me, having sunk its teeth into my bones. I then pulled out my cell phone to call animal control to report the animal, and that it had attacked me while I was taking out the trash. This resulted in them telling me to go call an ambulance afterward and to get checked for rabies before something happened to me.
Well, let’s just say something did happen, just not what you'd expect.
I then hung up my cell phone and rolled out onto the couch and lifted my legs up on the armrest, and turned the TV on. The channel was set to Fox out of all channels, ironic considering what had just attacked me. I was suddenly hit with a burning sensation in my left foot, I looked over and it was replaced by a digitigrade canine paw, with claws in place of my toenails, and covered in dark brown fur. I instantly began screaming at the sight of my new foot. Sure it wasn’t as painful as the bite earlier, but I was changing into something inhuman, which added a whole new aspect of fear of how I would ever live a normal life again and how painful my changes would be.
I got up from the couch and began to step as the hair on my body grew and thickened into mostly bright orange fur, with white fur running from my chin downwards. My other foot began to match the one that had changed first, and my hands began to change as well, as I saw paw pads develop with claws, with the same brown fur growing on them my new feet had, though my hands didn't reshape as much as my feet did. I then felt a sharp pain in my body as well as my head, which felt worse than the food poisoning from that tomato earlier. I felt a pull on my spine as my whole body flared up, swelling in pain, like after a workout, but ten times that.
Meanwhile, my mouth and nose pushed out to form a vulpine muzzle, all the while whiskers grew in with black markings on each side of my new furry muzzle, complete with freshly sharpened teeth inside and a wet, black nose. My hair took a bright orange color, blending in with the rest of my new fur. I felt my ears pull upwards, as they were reshaped to be more pointy and upward, coated in the same orange fluff that had covered most of my body, both tipped with black fur.
I felt my clothes itch against my new fur, and I felt a new urge to rip them off, good thing my new claws made that easier. My shirt was torn straight through the front as I slid it off, and afterward, I ripped apart and pulled down my pants, revealing more of my new body and letting my new, fluffy tail burst out, wagging in excitement as the pain across my body began to subside. I was now a 6 ft tall, lithe, red fox man, an absolute freak of nature. I grinned as I licked my teeth, running my clawed fingers through my bright orange hair as I admired my new anthro-vulpine form. I was still pretty lean for the most part, but I had visible abs and muscle to go with it. I then looked down to see my new equipment, which had become an impressive size, even when it was in my new sheath.
I then began to assess my situation. There is a bloody mess on the carpet, I called animal control earlier, and I turned into some sort of fox guy. A wild chain of events. I thought through what I should do going forward…