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Illustration - Fox In Socks
🕑 Added 2020-08-14 21:44:38 +0000 UTCHopefully y'all have noticed that I change things up in the illustration descriptions and they don't often match the story in question. Hopefully that's okay. I do it to give a kind of bonus - like a brand new little story.
He woke to confusion, a general sense of something terrible wrong and a swirling of sensations he'd never felt before. He took them for the dregs of the dream already fading in his mind until he realized someone was in his room.
The darkness added to his confusion and sudden fear, causing him to jerk with a sharp, high pitched bark that made his eyes widen. The urge to vocalize was new and completely irresistible.
A figure stood over him, caressing his body. Leathery skin gliding over his legs before clenching and pulling to drag claws against him. He groaned and arched his back while reaching out for the arm holding him down. Old hairs floated away from his body.
He clenched his toes and they rasped within the thigh-high sock covering his right foot while his left foot stood free through the tear in the other sock. His toenails bent while sliding forward, curving down to sharp points while calluses formed beneath his toes.
Something moved against his ass, trapped beneath him and it hurt, echoing the pain both in his back and in the new appendage wriggling against his body. He tried to reach for it beneath him but a hand grabbed his, holding him down as a rough, wet tongue lashed against his cheek.
White hairs emerged from the passage of the tongue. He moaned when he felt the figure's soft fur brush against the spreading hairs and then he gasped, clawing at the figure's head when he felt teeth nip against his shoulder. A whine, high pitched and feminine, escaped his lips.
"Wh- who- who are youoooh!" he moaned when the hand holding his arm down slid over to his chest.
His nipples were expanding, twisting while hardening and pushing away, pink and thick over expanding areola. The clawed hand massaged the soft skin surrounding his nipple and he moaned, loudly while clawing at the bed with hands and feet. The right sock tore when bones pulled at his feet and his growing claws pierced the soft fabric.
Movement teased his ears, exciting sharp little points needling the sensitive skin as his short hair began to lengthen, thick and full into a pixie cut. Again his ears flicked as they slid through his hair. He bit at his lip and then gasped, touching his hand to his mouth. His own tongue lapped against his hand in excitement. He needed to lick and bite and-
The girl - for he felt soft, furred breasts against his arm, reached down, flicking over tiny teats growing along milk lines in his stomach. She groaned in his sharp ears before licking and biting them and grasping his shrinking cock. She tugged once, twice before slowly sliding her fingers down, clawing gently at his manhood.
"Oh god!" he shrieked as her paw rubbed against his incredibly sensitive head. Nerve endings were forming at an incredible rate as it began to change to his new clit.
Down the claws went until they touched his testicles. The skin around them was tight and small and pulling flat against his body. She massaged it and he writhed under her touch, unable to hold still. Thrashing and moaning as he opened within and the changes cascaded, vaginal canal connecting to his uterus and ovaries as they took root.
White fur needled the red socks when they marched over his legs and along his smooth thighs. His thick, twitching tail swished beneath him, adding to the stimulation. He lost himself to it, unable to form coherent thought as skin gave way before her insistent claws and his pussy opened. Lubrication formed by his new Bartholin glands leaked from between his swelling labia as blood rushed down to the soft lips. They grew plump and fat and velvety while his cock continued to pull back until it peeked out beneath the hood of flesh waiting atop his pussy.
She moved slowly like the predator she was, angling between his thighs as he held them spread for her, staring down his body. His breasts filled, pulling against him with surprising weight while he held himself up on his paws, kneading the blanket beneath him while whimpering and panting.
Her breath puffed against his pussy and his knees trembled in anticipation.
"Tell me you want it," she commanded.
He held back, resisting as he felt the echo of his heartbeat in his throbbing, engorged pussy lips. She smiled, showing her teeth before nudging his exposed pink clit with her cold, black nose.
"GOD!" he screamed, throwing his head back as his arms shook. His entire body screamed for her touch and the torturous march of his white, arctic fox fur only made it worse. "I- I-"
The tips of her lips kissed his pussy. She pulled back, still connected by a thin string of his grool.
"Yes! Fuck, yes! Please! Please fuck me please lick my- my puh- Please!"
"Say it," she hissed, reaching forward to kiss him again but pulling back when he whined and pushed towards her.
"My- my pussy!" he barked, clawing at his bedsheets.
She obliged fiercely, clawing at his thighs in her haste while shoving her tongue between his sopping wet lips.
The two foxes lost themselves to their pleasures, twisting and clawing and biting and sucking each in turn before passing out in each other's soft arms, content and finally sated.
