Michael was in a dream, he could tell that much. The world seemed oddly out of focus, but he still managed to glance around, noting a familiar desk to his right and sofa to his left. He was in the middle of his living room, but his field of view was too low for him to be standing. No, it was more like he was just a foot or two off the ground, looking up at all of the objects that he was used to looking down at.
Even more strange was his body. He was on all fours, but not on his hands and knees. No, both the palms of his hands and the soles of his feet were firmly planted into the ground. Ordinarily he would expect his butt to be high up in the air, though it felt like it was level with his head despite the fact that his arms and legs were fully extended.
Speaking of legs, they felt smaller, while his hands felt like they were locked in place. His face, too, felt stretched out, almost like his nose was floating a few inches in front of him.
The dream already wasn’t making sense when the smell from before flooded into it. Or… no, not quite the same smell from before. This one too was a mixture of skunk and dog, but there was a stronger, more masculine tone to it. And unlike when Michael had been in his bathroom, this smell was overpoweringly strong, like its source was right on…
Top of him!
A heavy weight landed on his back and Michael felt a smooth, velvety carpet press down against him. Two forearms wrapped over the top of his shoulders as tiny, needle like teeth gently bit down on the back of his neck, accompanied by the pulsations of a warm, moist breath.
Michael didn’t have time to react to any of what was going on before a hard, warm object thrust into his crotch, reaching deep inside of his own body.
Given how strange the dream was, Michael half expected that he was taking a shit, but when the object began pressing in and out of him, he realized that it wasn’t in his ass – it was in something else, something where his cock should be.
A cock that he couldn’t feel at all.
Instead, he felt a sensation completely alien to his entire life. Situated below his ass was another tight hole, though this one felt like it extended deep into his belly. And also unlike his ass, this one was lined with strong muscles, that right now were wrapping themselves around the object inside of him.
They twirled over its surface, sucking on it like a second pair lips, greedily trying to drink from it. The object itself was also like nothing he’d ever felt before, or at least not inside of him. As his new muscles pressed down into it, the surface yielded a bit, compressing as it slid up and down over a hard, solid core.
As foreign as the new sensation was, it nonetheless felt somewhat familiar – it was almost like rubbing his own cock when he was masturbating, except instead of using his palm he was using the muscles that connected to the front of his stomach. And instead of it being his cock it was-
Michael looked up into one of the floor to ceiling windows that lined his living room wall. Although hazy from the dream, Michael was still able to make out two figures in the reflection.
On the bottom was the crimson furred face of a large fox, its mouth open and its tongue lolling in pleasure. On top, another fox, slightly bigger than the one on bottom. It too was panting-
“Yiiipp!”
“Yiiipp!”
“Rwooo!”
The yips, myus, barks, and yaps seemed to come from all around Michael and were timed with the panting of the foxes reflected in the window.
Michael saw the upper fox raise its head back, open its muzzle, and let out a loud yeowl as Michael’s muscles gripped down hard on the object inside of him and it flooded his insides with warm, liquidy pleasure.