A Wolf Meets A Kitsune
#5 of Transformations
Snarling, the wolf exploded out of the underbrush and crashed down the trail toward his prey. Bulging muscles propelled teeth and claws big enough that they had inspired legends told by the local hunters- those few that dared to enter his territory these days. The bristly jet black wolf with blue eyes was rarely encountered by someone destined to live longer than a few flesh ripping moments.
He bounded into the clearing and skidded to a halt. The subject of tonight's hunt stood in front of the pond completely unaware. The shape was slender, lithe and moved with such little disturbance to the surroundings that she could have been a spirit. The pure white fur shone in the moonlight, contrasted against black ovals where her eyes were. She turned slowly toward him, unimpressed by the snarling commotion created by his entrance. This only excited the wolf. This was one fine bitch. She knew it, too. But he knew that her aloof attitude was about to get pounded out of her.
The bitch was in heat and as soon as he picked up her scent, his cock and the tennis ball sized knot had swollen, practically pointing itself toward the bitch and her fertile pussy. He stood tall, making sure that his erection and the set of nuts that hung heavily enough that they nearly brushed the grass, were visible to her.
When she approached, he bared his teeth and pressed them against her slender neck. Instead of yielding, she turned and her small tongue darted over his nose. This took him aback, his ears flicking a few times. But when she turned around, he dropped the subject. He had questions about this fine fertile bitch and all nine of the tails that brushed past his face. This...was no wolf. But his cock wasn't one to discriminate. Instinct told him all he needed to know. There was a set of ripe ovaries that needed to be soaked in his seed.
He slid his tongue once up the wet passage between her thighs and then moved into position. He didn't even need to mount her- he was tall enough to simply move forward. The delicate, soft nine tailed creature was able to stand beneath him easily. He let her feel his erection against her underbelly, the both of them could tell that she was about to be stuffed like never before. The soft fur and the nine tails flowing around them made it seem like he was sliding his dick around inside a cloud. She lowered herself so that her pleasantly round hind end was propped up in the air.
The wolf lined his cock up so that the tip just barely parted the mounds of her dripping pussy. He jammed himself inside quickly and she yelped out into the night. This brought a bit off satisfaction to the wolf, but this was only the start of her lesson. He thrust in and out along the entire length of his shaft, nearly bowling her over with each pass. The soft lips of her pussy bounced against his knot and she released high pitched yips of ecstasy each time he bottomed out in her womb. As tight as she was, fitting his knot inside her was going to be where the real fun would begin...well, for him anyway.
The both of them clawed gouges in the slick grass while the plowing progressed and increased in intensity. But suddenly, there was a strange wet plop. He went to pull back for another thrust but found himself stuck inside her. This was confusing. He was sure that his knot was a bit too big for her..and yet they were now firmly knotted as though she had swallowed it up. The wolf grunted and squirmed about, and yes she was still firmly anchored to him. Before he could think on the matter more, one of those long fluffy tails of hers passed under his chin seductively. Saying without words that he shouldn't worry about it and they were together now at any rate. Another of the tails touched him, running down his forelegs. Soft and soothing.
He felt something press against his chest a moment later but didn't immediately question it until he looked down. It was her! He was resting against her back, as if his legs had sunken into the ground. But yet his paws wiggled freely and he could feel them resting on the damp grass. The wolf decided he needed a drink and dismounted her, turning himself around so that the two stood butt to butt. He started to drag her toward the pond. The task became harder and harder- there was no way that tiny bitch should have been giving him this much of a problem. But then his hindquarters seemed to be lifting up. He twisted himself around and his maw fell open in shock. She was now standing taller than he was.
It wasn't a mistake or a case of pussy blindness. He was certain that he was somehow shrinking. He growled and thrashed around, then stared at his own two paws but could discern nothing aside from the fact that he was getting smaller in more than one way. His forelegs were thinning to unrecognizable dimensions, skinny as a fawn's legs. The wolf growled and clawed at the ground with his forelegs. He felt his body compressing and gravity tugging him upward loosening his claw's grip on the ground as he shrunk quicker and the wet ring of her pussy kissed at his entire backside.
His growling had become pathetically high pitched and the reason became evident the next moment when his testicles pushed themselves back up into his body. A cloud passed in front of the moon briefly plunging the entire forest into darkness. When the light returned, the Kitsune stood alone in front of the pond. What used to be the most fearsome beast in the woods dangled between her legs, shrunk down to a few inches long and dangling between her thighs as if he were serving as one of her appendages.
The wolf could only watch the ground passing below as she walked over to the pond and had a drink. Slowly he was being draw up into her and slipped at last between the tight lips. As he sunk beyond the mounds they seemed to scrape the fur off his body and the pressure stretched out and flattened him.
As small and naked as a newborn mouse, he sunk further into the warm darkness until the pressure shifted suddenly, squeezing from all around him. There was no pain to this, his flesh squeezing and yielding as if he were suddenly made of rubber. The pressure plastered him into the kitsune's womb until he in no way resembled a wolf, flat as paper and essentially a part of her. Nothing was really tangible to him other than the vague sound of her heartbeat.
A cloud passed over the moon once more, and when the moonlight shone again on the clearing it was occupied only by shadows.