Blue Fire, a Transformation.

Story by Waters478 on SoFurry

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NSFW! My first story of this type! I made this for Fakeman's 1000 word tf contest, but I screwed up and couldn't make the story satisfying without going over the limit. Oh well! Enjoy!


How could he have let it get so late? In point of fact, he was just as vulnerable out here in this forest at night as any maiden. The sun had descended below the horizon perhaps an hour ago, and it was becoming almost impossible to see where he was going. Sparks of colorful static danced in his vision. He could only make out the silhouette of the trail around him. He had been so determined to find that blue eyed girl who disappeared from the village this evening. Out here this long now though... he just wasn't sure that he'd find her in one piece.

The wind was howling, the trees whipping to and fro. He crept along the path, just hoping that he would glimpse the maiden on what he believed was the way home. The noises of the forest at night were startling him, as were the bats swooping from above. But nothing startled him as much as the rumbling growl that emanated from the brush beside the trail! He gasped, and his heart leapt. He turned to face the sound and saw blue light, reflecting from the weak glow of the moon, piercing him from two wolven eyes.

"Ahh!!" He yelped, fumbling for his woodsman's ax. He tried to back away, but in the darkness, he tripped over a boulder that had been quite invisible and landed on his back. The wolf lunged, and all he could do was defend his throat with his hand. It's teeth sank into his hand, sparing the pounding arteries in his neck. When it realized it had missed its mark, it released him and backed off, growling, watching. His heart was pounding, and he tried to scrabble to his feet. He felt so dizzy, he couldn't manage to stand. He wasn't sure what was happening to him, he had been wounded before, but it had not affected him like this. His vision was blurred, but the wolf appeared to be sitting now, watching.

The world around him quickly sharpened as he tried to wriggle himself away. He could see deep into the night, but the colors were shades of grey. His skin was burning! He looked at his arms. His injured hand was miraculously healing before his very eyes! He felt as though his clothes were choking him. He ripped them off as though they were drenched in acid. He frantically scanned his body. His hair had become extraordinarily thick. He rubbed his healed hand over his chest. It felt like fur!

He was sure he was losing his mind when his arms and legs began to deform rapidly. He lied on his back and held his appendages high as they crackled, quickly becoming canine legs and clawed paws! His face was stretching, as if pulled by a sculptor. Like a flash, he was suddenly flooded with new sensory information. He huffed air in and out through his long muzzle, and it seemed as if he could taste the forest. His ears were molded quickly, they swiveled, following the faint sounds of the forest.

He looked down his body, across his new muzzle, as he felt a strange, almost pleasurable tugging sensation at the point of his tailbone. He watched as a long, hairless tail pushed forth. His tail quickly grew thick wolven fur. As his tail was growing he had also felt his genitalia shift. His penis and testicles had pulled further from his anus with a shiveringly pleasurable stretching of his prostate. He had become slightly erect while his testicles itched as they grew a light and downy fur. His penis tingled and burned as his foreskin, shaft and glans stretched and contracted into a furry, sheathed, and pointed rod.

The changes were complete. He was quite certain of what he was, but he couldn't wrap his mind around it. He stood and for reasons he didn't understand, he shook, his pelt moving from side to side. The wolf that bit him regarded him as if it were considering something. It turned and ran, heading toward the slope of a hill, away from the path. As he watched it go, a force began to compel him to follow it. He walked, slowly at first, paw after paw like a puppy with overly large feet. But soon he was running. The wind howled in his ears as he ran, chasing after the blue eyed wolf. The forest blurred around him, and his focus was precise on following the lead wolf.

As they ran, he picked up a strange scent that demanded his attention. He ran faster, closing distance with the source of the delightful smell. He quickly realized it was emanating from the blue eyed wolf. He ran close, diving his nose in behind the lead wolf. His muzzle slipped past the tail and his cool black nose landed flush with the source of the heavenly scent. The force compelled him to lap with his tongue, and it slid for a moment between a swollen rounded cleft. She turned at the cold touch and nipped him away, and they continued running, he somewhat slower as his shaft bounced below him, a red tip pressing forth from his sheath.

They reached the crest of the hill where the blue eyed wolf stopped. Sitting, she threw her head back and howled at the now brighter autumn moon. The force told him that he should do the same. They sang sweetly into the night. His spirit felt jubilant and free, but there was something he desperately needed from the wolf beside him. She turned, as though she could sense his need, and walked over close to him. She rubbed her head against his side and quickly passed her tongue across the red tip below him. He shivered with pleasure and bounced around to look at her, tongue lolling.

She hadn't turned around. Her tail was held aloft, displaying her puffy pink spot, her blue eyes turned back at him, a gaze of lust as hot as a fire. He didn't waste anytime, diving right in. He licked excitedly over her pussy, causing her to clench and un-clench, releasing a fluid as sweet to him as honey. He pressed his nose into her backside, lapping and lapping. She pressed back, arching upwards, her tail swaying slightly. She was panting, her head down and her tongue lolling.

As he attended to her, his hips began to rock back and forth, his back arching up. His need was extreme, his was cock ready. He hopped on to her back, grasping her hips with his fore paws. He thrusted at her wildly, panting hot and wet air against her neck. She widened her stance, spreading her wet pussy for him. He found his mark, and slammed into her frenetically. She whined, the pleasure overwhelming her. She was panting harder now, her pussy gripping the shaft pumping in and out of her.

The speed of their copulation increased steadily, becoming rhythmic, her sensitive lips rubbing against the soft fur of his sheath as she rocked back and he rocked forward. He pushed into her harder and harder each time, a back leg occasionally kicking up with excitement. His cock was rock hard, but he continued to feel expansion. He wasn't entirely sure what was happening, but the forces crashing through him kept him too distracted to consider it. His prostate was pumping from the stimulation, pre-cum lubricating her sex.

As the pleasure increased it became more difficult for him to pull out of her. His cock seemed to be growing just above the base, a bulb filling, becoming harder and larger. The mass was propelling the blue eyed wolf to the height of ecstasy, until finally she came, her vagina clenching down with immense force. She threw her head back, howling with bliss. In a chain reaction, the vast force bearing down on the sensitive base of his cock sent him over the edge, and he came explosively, his tail and anus pumping as semen surged forth. He threw his head back, joining her in a joyous note that rang out across the forest.

They cooled off for a moment in the crisp autumn air, their breath forming clouds as they panted with exertion. He tried to dismount her, but his cock was stuck. He awkwardly swung his leg over her, stumbling slightly, his rear-end pulsing against hers as he continued to ejaculate. He craned his neck around to look into her sapphire eyes. She gazed back with a look of contentment as her womb filled with seed. They careful lied down upon the hilltop, resting their heads on the soft grass, under the moonlight. One way another, he had found his maiden.