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Dance in the Circle

Don't dance in fairy circles.

It hadn't been a complicated direction from her mother, but her mother had been exceptionally firm about it nonetheless. Most in town had just laughed off faeries as the stuff of stories and imagination, but her mother had taken them as deadly serious. Perhaps her father had as well. She didn't know. She'd never really known him. He'd left before June had been born. Left or dead, her mother had never really been entirely clear or consistent about that. She suspected that her mother had a bit of fun while growing up, and that her mother and father had never actually been married in the first place.

But others in the village at least seemed to confirm that her parents had been married, and that her father had vanished without a trace at some point... though no one was quite clear about what had happened to him. In the end, though, none of it really made much of a difference. Her mother was a woman of nerves and resentment. She wasn't entirely sure how her mother had managed to remarry, but she had, and so June had a handful of siblings who she got on... mostly well with.

It was one of her sisters that had talked her into what she'd done... there during her defiant years as she was coming into her own as a young woman. She did love her mother very much, but at the same time, she was more than a little fed up with her. And so, when her thoroughly rationally grounded sister had dared her to dance in a fairy ring, her stubborn streak had kicked in hard, and she completely disregarded her mother's warnings.

She danced in the fairy circle.

It didn't hit right away. She had a moment to think that she'd proven her mother wrong once and for all. Faeries weren't real.

At least that's what she thought until she heard the music. But, by then, it was too late. She couldn't stop dancing, even as her sister seemed to just lose interest in her dancing away there, and walked back toward town. She called out to her sister, but the music kept her from running to her, and must have drowned her cries out. Even though it wasn't that loud of music.

As she continued to dance, she found that she wasn't alone. More and more figures were joining in her dance. There even came into view, at last, the fiddler who was playing the music. His chest was bare, his legs were covered in fur, with hooves for feet, and a pair of horns stuck from the top of his dense, curly hair. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't find the voice to do that as he fiddled away for her, trotting closer and closer until he was right beside her.

"Well, what a fair young thing you are! Never you worry, you'll do just fine joining our dance," he said cheerfully, giving her a wink as she stared at him in terror. He played to a finale of the song he was on, the fey around her cheering as that dance ended. She was relieved to be allowed to stop dancing, herself, half crumpling with her hands coming to rest on her knees as she doubled over, panting to catch her breath.

He came around to stand more fully in front of her, looking her over as he eased into the next song, causing her to let out a small sound of fear. The song caused her heart to dance, but thankfully she wasn't thrown into another frenzied jig. The other fey around her didn't leap into dance, themselves, but instead started humming and softly singing along or began to drum rhythms on themselves.

She looked around the field in fear, knowing that she was doomed at that point. Still, despite it all, she felt a laugh growing in her, demanding to break out alongside the dance that was taking root in her heart. The song began to pick up slowly, and she could feel the laughter and the dance starting to spread through her, causing a bizarre tingling sensation to spread throughout her body.

She felt the pressure of it all build strongest in her fingertips and then hands first, lifting them up to look at them. She watched in horror as her fingertips began to blacken, grow, and take on a much coarser texture. Was the magic causing her body to sicken and become grotesque? But no, what was going on was far stranger.

Her fingernails seemed to bunch up and grow black as well, moving to the tips of her fingers, coming to points and then extending outward into lightly curved claws. All this while her fingers continued to grow, thickening down their length, with pads continuing down the undersides like on her fingertips, while white and red fur began to grow from her skin! Her hands followed suit, with her palms taking on the padded nature, and the fur continued to spread along the back of her hands and down her arms.

She couldn't hold it in anymore, and finally let the laugh out. It wasn't a laugh of happiness, but instead one of mingled horror and despair. Laughing may not have been the wisest choice. Not that she was able to help it. Still, as it was pulled from her, she could feel her face starting to tingle. Horrified as she was of her hands, she couldn't help but bring them up to her face, clutching at it as she could feel it starting to deform, growing outward all while fur began to spread across it as well.

Her mouth stretched outward, becoming a muzzle of sorts, with her nose perched at the tip of it, becoming coarse and black much like her fingertips. Her teeth shifted and changed, becoming sharper and more pointed as they filled her new muzzle. Even her tongue grew to suit her changing form. Tears soaked into the fur of her cheeks as her hands continued to investigate the ongoing changes, like the way that her ears had grown into extended triangles and moved to the top of her head.

At least her clothes were keeping up with the changes racing through her body, growing to fit her expanding bosom and hips rather than tearing and leaving her naked before the assembled fey. It was a small mercy, but at this point, any mercy was appreciated.

Well, all of her clothes, except for her shoes, it seemed. She had to quickly kick them off, wincing at the discomfort their growth caused as her feet grew and changed into paws. She felt an odd pressure behind her as well, causing her to reach back and fumble with her skirts and undergarments to release a quickly emerging tail, which was growing full and bushy.

All the while, the music only grew and grew, the fey around her almost seeming to cheer her on as she ceased to be human and was quickly becoming a vixen. The song grew and grew to a crescendo before it came to an end, leaving her to fall to the ground on her hands and knees, panting quite heavily as her senses struggled to contain the changes that she'd just gone through.

Everything seemed sharper, her sight, her hearing, her sense of smell, and even her touch. She had reason to believe that even her sense of taste had grown stronger as well, though she had nothing to taste to compare it. Yet, at least. It was as though everything in her life had been dull and muted until this point, and a new bright, vibrance had just been splashed across it all.

Soon enough, she wasn't even able to stay up on all fours like that, and just collapsed to the grass, panting away as a few blades of grass tumbled into her muzzle. Yes, her sense of taste was much more vivid as well. A new song began, one of celebration as the fey around her began to dance again.

Thankfully, she was spared from this dance as she recovered from her transformation. That dance and the next ones after it. The festivities just went on around her as a squirrel came to sit down by her head, reaching out and stroking her fingers through her new fur.

"Hi there~" she said, her voice sweet and musical as the vixen worked to catch her breath again, following the electricity of that touch. The squirrel didn't seem phased by it at all, though, and started to unwrap some leaves to reveal food before she drew out a wineskin. She took the stopper out of it and brought the mouth down to the vixen's.

She knew that she shouldn't drink fey drinks... or eat fey food. She visibly hesitated, drawing back just a little from it, which only made the squirrel giggle and smile even bigger. "It's a bit late for that, cutie. Now drink up... you need it after what you've just been through," she said, bringing the skin to the vixen's lips again. This time she drank. Tentatively at first, but feeling the way it burned through her senses, lighting them up just so wonderfully, she drank eagerly, even reaching up to snatch the skin from the squirrel.

She drained it empty as she sat up, panting a little and blushing quite badly from how she'd just behaved... but she couldn't help herself. She smiled sheepishly at the squirrel who giggled and smiled back, holding out some of the cake that she'd had wrapped in leaves. "You'll want this too," she said, making the vixen blush as she took the cake and started to eat, though she was far less timid than she'd been with the wine.

The food felt wonderful filling her belly along with the wine... which strangely didn't make her feel drunk. That much wine... that much strong wine like she'd been given would have put her on the floor before, but it just sat so pleasantly in her belly, giving her just that hint of warmth from it.

She sighed and stretched as her new body processed the new food, feeling far better than she really should. She looked down at her feet and wiggled her toes, tilting her head back and forth as she watched them. The squirrel sat quite patiently for a creature normally regarded as flighty like a squirrel. She seemed quite amused by the vixen exploring her new body.

There was a moment where she paused in her exploration, her legs shifting against each other before she abruptly stopped and held her legs quite still. She turned her attention to her tail, exploring it with her fingers quite intently. She had another moment where she stopped herself as she felt nearer the base, trying to turn her exploration to her ears... and getting much the same result. She frowned, letting out a little huff as the squirrel giggled softly.

The squirrel rose and held her hands out to the vixen, giggling and smiling. "Come, let's dance the last couple of dances. He's nearly done," she said, and the vixen thought for a moment before she took the squirrels hands and let her help her to her feet.

Together, the two of them danced, the vixen finding a strange kind of delight in it. She danced more with enthusiasm than skill once she realized that, flailing about quite adorably, truth be told. It helped that she didn't feel the pressure and obligation to dance that she had earlier when she was first ensnared. The dance had trapped her then, but instead, it was in her now. The squirrel was delighted in her enjoyment of it all, making sure to stay close to her, and keeping an eye on any other fey that came to dance with her as well. There were one or two that turned away from trying at her glare, but the vixen was blissfully unaware of any of the confrontations going on around her.

The music came to an end soon enough... too soon, the vixen felt by that point. She'd been having fun. She'd had nothing to worry about. Damnation, but it had felt wonderful. As the music ceased and the fey began to disperse in ones, twos, and threes, the vixen stood there panting a bit, her tongue lolling out as she looked to the squirrel, who couldn't help but giggle at just how silly the new vixen looked. The vixen blushed and folded her ears back, but really, she wasn't upset at the squirrel's reaction.

Even the satyr left the field, leaving just the two of them alone there by the fairy ring that had trapped the vixen. She looked down at it, frowning. It, and her discarded shoes. She let out a sigh, her ears properly falling at that point as she thought of the life she'd now well and truly lost.

The squirrel came up and rested her hand on the vixen's shoulder comfortingly as she said, "Come now, sweetie. I know someone who'll want to meet you." The vixen's ears perked up a little and she tilted her head at the squirrel, looking quite confused, but following along as she was led away from the field.

The two of them walked through the woods for a while, the vixen not really speaking or asking questions, just lost in thought (and frankly, sadness) as she was guided by the squirrel. In time, they came to a fine home in the woods, half built into a live oak... or half consumed by a live oak, it was hard to tell.

As they approached, an old fox strode out, his face lighting up as he saw the young vixen. There was an odd sense of connection with the fox, though she couldn't put her finger on it. She began to have a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach of knowing anticipation as he strode forward with his arms wide, exclaiming as he embraced her, "June!"