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Not for Me
🕑 Added 2025-03-10 01:51:21 +0000 UTCAn older attempt at the AI, cleaned up a bit. It's mostly a story.
Marriage is Not for Me
The beach was quiet except for the crash of the waves and the distant laughter of vacationers. The foxboy leaned against a railing, watching the tide, his tail flicking lazily behind him. His ears perked when he spotted her—pale, darkly dressed, and alluringly out of place among the sun-kissed tourists.
"You look like someone who hates this place," he mused, sidling up to her.
She glanced at him, unimpressed. "And you look like someone who can't mind his own business."
He smirked. "Hey, lighten up. You single or what?"
Her eyes narrowed. "Why?"
"Just curious. I've always wanted a goth bride."
She let out a breath of irritation. "Marriage is not for me," she said. "But I could show you what it feels like."
He laughed. "Oh yeah? Gonna put a spell on me?"
She tilted her head. "Meet me at the lantern path by the shore tonight," she said. "If you're brave enough."
The challenge was clear in her tone. He couldn't resist.
That Night
The wind whispered as he walked down the beach, the lanterns swaying, casting flickering light on the sand. The moment he stepped into the clearing she had mentioned, something shifted.
Lingerie—white, delicate, almost ethereal—drifted around him like ghosts. A strange sensation bloomed in his chest, a pulse of warmth spreading downward. His hands trembled as he touched his torso—his shirt was gone, replaced with something silky, tight. His shorts shrank, reshaping into something much smaller, exposing softening thighs.
He screamed. His hips widened, his waist narrowed, his shoulders drew inward.
No. No, this isn't—
Then came the pleasure.
A shockwave of heat, sudden and undeniable, unfurled inside him. His legs pressed together involuntarily, his new curves tingling, throbbing.
He heard laughter.
Turning, he saw her—watching from the shadows, arms crossed.
"Marriage is not for me," she repeated, her voice laced with amusement. "But if you want it so bad..."
The realization hit him like a punch. This was revenge. She was doing this to him.
No. No, no, no—
But his body didn’t care. The heat only grew, overwhelming his senses. His new, swollen chest heaved with ragged breaths. Every movement, every shift of his silky new clothes, sent sparks of unbearable need through him.
He needed something—someone—to ease it.
The foxgirl stumbled through the resort in a daze, her mind clouded with an intoxicating, desperate hunger. She had never felt anything like this—raw, undeniable, instinctual.
Men turned to stare as she passed, but one in particular caught her attention.
A wolf. Tall. Strong. His eyes locked onto her, and a slow, knowing smile spread across his face.
Before she could think, before she could stop, she was pressed against him, her trembling fingers clutching his shirt.
"I—I don't—"
"Shh," he murmured, his deep voice sending another ripple of need through her.
It didn't take long before she lost herself completely in his touch.
The ceremony felt like a dream.
No—like a trance.
The words blurred together. The dress was tight around her new curves, her hands trembling in his.
She opened her mouth to protest, to demand to know what was happening, but her voice came out in a whisper, drowned by the priest's booming declaration.
"You may now kiss the bride."
The wolf cupped her face, his lips crashing into hers before she could speak. The guests cheered.
Somewhere deep down, the last of her resistance cracked.
She was the bride.
And she belonged to him now.
She sat on the sand, her belly round, full of life.
The spell had lifted.
She remembered.
Everything.
Her trembling hands covered her face as hot tears spilled down her cheeks.
The sign sat in front of her, mocking. She knew who had left it there.
"You're a woman forever."
She sobbed, rocking slightly, feeling the baby kick inside her.
She should be horrified. She was horrified.
But her husband's scent still clung to her skin. His warmth still lingered in her body.
And when he came up behind her, wrapping strong arms around her, pressing a tender kiss to her neck—
She melted.
Maybe… maybe this was always meant to be.
