OK, this is one for the seriously weird shit section; werecreatures, transformations, sex-changes, bestiality, the lot. W/M and fox/M combinations. All the usual stuff applies, don't read if you're underage or easily offended.
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Monthly Problems
I could tell this one was trouble. She might as well have spelt it out on her red, figure hugging top: "TROUBLE". She walked through the room dodging dancing couples and randomly flailing arms like a cat dodges traffic. The long silk scarf she'd tied around her waist trailed behind her like a tail. Oh yes, this one spelt trouble. But I was never one to avoid trouble. On the contrary, I invited it.
She stopped in the middle of the dance floor, only a few yards away from me, her back turned towards me. She leaned her head backwards and started to sway to the beat of the music, as if she had to let the rhythm sink in before she could dance, to taste the music before she could let her body drink.
She started dancing with a sudden burst of movement, her hips pumped to the beat, her long-nailed hands traced the music in the air. Her short, ginger blond hair shone in the coloured light, soft, enticing. The long ends of the scarf that hung down over her tight butt danced like a soft puppet snake. Sometimes one of her hands would fly behind her back and flick it. After about fifteen minutes of this, and another glass of amaretto, I decided she was taunting me.
I hoped I had something of her grace when I crossed the dance floor, I know I had her speed. I sneaked up behind her and grabbed her by the tail before she'd even seen me. I pulled her close and she spun around, winding the scarf and my arm around her body so she ended up even closer, with her hands on my shoulders.
"So what do you want?" She asked, looking at me from under her soft, but long-haired eyebrows.
"Nothing, just to dance," I said and started to sway to the music. She glanced over her shoulder, but apparently, whoever was there wasn't more interesting than me. She started to dance with me, her hands still around my neck, her hips swaying as if we were already doing it.
"You think you can take me?" she asked.
"Sure."
"I'm kind of wild you see." She lunged forward and pressed her teeth to my neck. I grasped her arms tightly, bitten not just by her, but by a sudden urgent need. She looked up and licked her lips.
"Don't worry," I told her, "I'll tame you."
Her name was Samantha, and when I poured her the ritually required drink, she was already rolling and squirming around on my bed.
"You better come here quick," she said, "or I'll..."
I sipped my drink calmly, enjoying the view I had of her naked hip. Her movements had hitched up her skirt so high I could see her red knickers. She groaned, as if she couldn't bear to wait.
"You'll what?" I asked amused.
"Nothing, just... erm..." She looked at the curtained window, frowning. "What date is it? It's not yet the fifteenth, is it?"
It was, but I wasn't going to tell her. "Now why should you worry about the date, you're here now aren't you?" I spilled her amaretto all over her dress in an attempt to sit down next to her. A little drunk maybe? Ah, who cares. "You better take that off anyway," I told her.
She peeled her dress down to her waist and pressed her sloppy wet mouth against mine. Her fingers clawed into the skin under my shirt, and I wondered what I had done to deserve such a beautiful, starving creature as this.
I undressed us quickly, only slightly hindered by my drunken haze, although I think I tore her pretty silk scarf. She didn't mind, she was so hot she hyperventilated. I dove in between her legs to taste the fleshy treasure she kept there.
She moaned like mad when I licked her moist and slightly bloody lips. That's why she worried about the date, I thought. I was too far gone to care anyway. Her pubic hair was the softest I'd ever seen, short blond hair, almost pubic fur rather than pubic hair. I wallowed in it, dreaming of crimson, fleshy flowers until she pulled me up and kissed me again.
"Hurry," she whispered, and grimaced as if she were in pain. "Put it in, please!" I penetrated her carefully. She made a strange, howling noise and planted her nails firmly into my shoulders. Ow, such sharp little nails... I rested my head on the pillow beside hers, and fucked her while she started to make the most amazing noises. Sometimes she sounded like she was having the mother of all orgasms, then she screamed as if in real pain. Meanwhile her opening seemed to get tighter all the while. I knew I couldn't hold out long. I didn't know something was wrong until I realised the skin beneath my lips had become furry. I looked up to see her face had changed horribly: her jaws had grown out into a slender snout covered with the same short fur. I had slipped out of her and was now humping air, instinctively, with my orgasm rushing to catch up with me. I watched wide-eyed how thick, long hair was growing over her entire body.
"Ow, shick," I heard her growl. Her breasts melted into her narrowing chest and her arms grew into shorter, twisted paws. I just had time to notice her fangs before my orgasm took over and forced my eyes shut. I shot what felt like a pint of come in great globs all over her furry belly while she twisted and screamed beneath me. I could see the claws she dug into the sheets, and the long tail, but there was nothing I could do about it. It was like the devil had taken control of my body, and made it jerk and shake in some obscene parody of lovemaking.
When it finally let me go the dog-man monster had rolled out from under me. It was next to me on four paws, its growling head lowered between its shoulders. It was huge, as large a man, but slender, and as menacing as an old Rottweiler. I backed up against the wall, my heart pumping pure adrenalin through my veins, and realised two things at once. It wasn't a dog, it was a fox. And two, I didn't stand the slightest chance against it.
I made a jump for the door but my foot got tangled up in the sheets, and immediately, she was on top of me, her claws digging into my left leg. I was still trying to crawl away from her when I felt her teeth sink into the back of my neck. I ducked my head in and wished for it to be over quick.
But strangely enough, she did not bite through. There was no ripping of flesh, no breaking of bones, only the dull pain of her jaws in my shoulder and the shiver of her soft fur down my back. She was breathing fast. I held as still as I could, still strung like a bow but unable to move and unsure of what was going on. Something warm and wet brushed the back of my leg. I didn't realise what it was until it was pushed into my crack. I screamed when that large, spongy thing started to enter my ass, and tried to pull myself up by the desk in a desperate attempt to break free. But she --he!-- held me fast with his teeth in my neck and his front legs on either side of my body. He humped me like a maniac, faster than any man could ever have managed. I tried to keep still but was pushed forward with every thrust, and could only keep my head from banging into the wall because I still held on to the desk with one hand. I listened to his grunting and breathing, felt his saliva trickling down my neck. I started to relax a little more, grateful that it didn't hurt quite as much as I had feared. In fact-- No, that couldn't be true! I was being raped by a canine monster, a fox bigger than a fucking St. Bernard, I couldn't be enjoying it!
The truth was that with every thrust, he rubbed a spot deep inside me, something that had never been touched, and it was sending me into ecstasy. I was shocked to realise I was no longer groaning in pain, but in pleasure. He made me his bitch, and I loved it. After a while I started to wonder why I had ever wanted to be something else.
His grip on my neck slackened slightly, and his wonderful cock now made wet, soggy noises pumping in and out of my ass. Warm liquid spilled down my legs. He grunted deep in his throat, and I heard myself stammer, "oh, fuck. Oh holy fuck..."
About a week later, I saw her again. I wasn't sure if I believed anything that happened that night, even though my long brown hair was already getting replaced with short ginger fur, and I found more hairs in my brush every day. She saw me in the street and came towards me as I was walking to the supermarket.
"Hey, you."
"Oh, hi." I was uncertain about how to react, I wasn't even sure if that fox was really her.
"How's your shoulder?" she asked.
"Oh, fine, it's healing very well," I answered, embarrassed.
"Can I see it?" She got behind me and almost ripped the neck of my shirt. She examined the healing, itching would with her fingers, and sniffed it. I stood there, helplessly smiling at the curious passersby. Then she went down on her knees in the middle of the street and started sniffing my butt. Two girls with Tesco carrier bags giggled as they passed. I grinned back, terribly embarrassed.
Samantha got up and gave me a deep, grunting kiss. Then she stepped back and closed her eyes a moment as she composed herself.
"Good. Just as I thought. Welcome to our little club." She shook my hand.
"Huh? What club..."
"I'll see you next moon," she said. And with that, she turned around and walked away, her scarf swaying from left to right...