The elf snaps his fingers and a Fox-man walks out from behind a tree. Looking first at the fox-man, you then look over to the elf only to find that he is gone.
Gasping as a sensation washes over your groin, you feel each of your nipples going erects and looking at the fox-man, you think, "He's sexy. I sure would love to feel him rubbing against my teats before he slips his penis into me."
You try to snap back because of what is going through your head and then you look again at the fox-man and watch as a erect penis slides out of his sheath.
Strolling over to him, you gently lean in and breathing his scent in, lick him across the snout.
Something in your minds screams to stop, but lust takes over and before long the fox-man is lying on top of you with his erect penis up in your vagina.
The sex was great and lasted for hours on end as you orgasmed over and over. Afterwards, you snuggle up to him and fall asleep.
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You awake to find that the fox-man is gone. As the worry starts to creep into your brain, a voice behind you says, "Don't worry. He just went to get you breakfast."
Turning, you spy the elf. Looking at him you reply, "How could you do that to me?"
Grinning the elf replies, "I didn't do anything. You did it all."
If it wasn't for your fur, you would be blushing. Giving the elf a nasty look, you say, "I bet that you get some sort of thrill from doing this. I don't the first thing about being a woman, let alone a fox-lady. You know what? It probably would have been better just to turn me into vixen kit. But no! You turn me into a vixen just because of some assumption!"
The elf's face darkened. Walking up to you he growls, "Never have I ever been so insulted. You think I do this for some thrill? Well then, this is what I do when I'm angry!"
Immediately you are over come with a sense of vertigo and gasping, you watch as the forest around you gets bigger. As a fire rips through your bones, you watch as the elf disappears. Stumbling backward, you turn and start to move away from the last place you saw the elf.
You only go a few feet before you find a small pond. Looking into the waters reflective surface, the last thing you see, before you sink to the ground unconscious, is a face looking back at you of a kit.
Your last thought as the blackness covers you is, "I've been turned into a vixen-pup."