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No, no no...! Horrible!

The schoolgirl tumbled through the rainy woods, tripping and rolling down an embankment, mud and filth and droppings of small animals staining her skirt and blouse--lost in the foxes' world, running from the orgy of regression and sex she had witnessed under the glow of blue-and-green foxfire.

An orgy that invited, called to her, wild and alien, to shed her beauty and run wild with the harem.

Leaves stuck to her skin. She pealed one from her forehead, and whiped the grit out of her eyes. Still more flora and detritis clung to her long, chocolate-brown hair, making her look like some kind of forest witch.

Come back to us. Come back, come back! The foxes sighed and cried, wistful like ghosts.

She crossed her bare knees and knelt in the mud, sighing as they drug in the goopey earth. Her escape seemed final. And yet... her legs began to tremble. Her stomach quaked. She stifled a belch--fell to her hands, her manicured nails gripping, tensing, twitching.

"Nooooo...." she groaned, to the reply of a harshly blowing wind, that snapped the bows of trees.

Each nail popped off like a fake, one by one, to be replaced with little, dirty black hooks.

She heard wails in the distance--they were calling her to come. She rolled onto her back, her shirt crumpled up, leaving her skin bare against the mud and wet grass.

She covered her growing ears and cried. The sense of smell assaulted her, picking up the sweet stench of dung. It made her stupid--she tried, overwhelmed by senses, attacking her body, to shut out the world, closing her eyes as her nose continued to sniff with a will of its own, and grow... and grow.

"Stop..." *sniff* "Oh, pleashe stopppppp..." she groaned, as the fleshy sound of her growing face filled her ears--moist, crackling, popping. She bit her lip as her nose practically pulled the rest of her face with it. She could feel everything in her face--bone, cartiledge, skin--stretch like rubber.

She rolled her head back, twisting, as if making angels in the mud, feeling her organs twist. Then, after about a minute of change and writhing, like a case of the trots--her body grew calm and relief spread.

It was not without its new share of horrors. The new stillness of the wind, and the comfort with which her nerves told her of her new addition were not calming in the least, as she felt the wet tip of her rhinarium. She whimpered as she slipped her little finger into one of her nostrils and felt the urge to sneeze. The skin was scaley and cold like a dog's, but more frighteningly, her fingers were warm against it--HERS, it told her.

Most terribly, she found--the smells that were reaching her through it were pleasant ones. In fact, too good. She wanted to sniff her clothes. The sleaves, the skirt, her dirtied blouse and dress.

"I shmell loike poop..." she groaned, slurring the words in her elongated mouth, her eyes tearing up.

Fantastic, beautiful... the foxes voices whispered. More, change more!

The humiliating truth was that she liked the collection of smells she had accrued, the same way a person enjoys a collection of familiar tunes, or favorite foods. Try as she like, she was turning into one of them.

"Not a foxsh... pleashe..." she cried, bending her knees, and balling her fists in the mud.

You look good, better, better... so beautiful, have our babes... nice and plump and gravid... they each suggested. She could hear their pawpads splashing through the misty wood.

"Nooo, pleashe make it stop!" she whined, as her body stretched on. The buttons on the back of her blouse began to tighten, and pop, as she flailed every which way, her ears growing out through her hair, big and blossoming, pointed and naked. The seat of her rear began to button, and tent, as her entire spine got longer and longer, vertebrae visibly crawling under her bare backside...

And finally, with a "Prrrt!" of flatulence, and a "Shrrrip!" of her stretching panties tearing, the long red brush shot high over her head, tipped with white. She felt a warmth in her pants alongside its swishing, and realized she had begun to defecate.

For a couple stunned minutes, she stood on hands and knees, delicate fingers with ugly long claws hooked into the dirt--untied dress-shoes half-on her feet, her new tail fanning itself out, fur bushing up and trying to dry in the damp air. That was how the foxes found her--tailed, clawed, and with a little honker of a muzzle pushing its way from where her cute, delicate nose had been. The air stank with the smell of her business-filled drawers.

She was still half-stunned as the three males circled and stroked her with their flanks, and urinated in the grass around her. Locks of her hair caught on their pelts as they rubbed her, and to her dismay, shed effortlessly.

Our beautiful queen. Our newlywed.

"Git away... Um not one of you..." she crooned, their scents filling her busy nostrils. Her skull began to flatten, and she could feel the stretching resume. She folded her ears and felt the velvet-soft hairs begin to pop from her bare skin.

_You want to be. You want this. We want it. Don't fight it..._They each insisted. One of them sat directly in front of her and wagged his tail.

He was staring at her crotch. What surprised her was when she realized that she was doing the same thing. She felt swollen down there--had to do something about it, and soon.

But those awful claws... she thought, looking at her hands as she felt the heavy clumps of dung run warm down one leg. She couldn't go for a quick finger like this... How was she supposed to get down there without tearing herself up...?

The male prodded his nose in under her skirt, in reply to her confusion. She could feel the cold wetness and tickle of whiskers against her legs, and through the fabric of her torn-up, poop-stained panties, felt his hot tongue lap, trying to access her netherlips.

Her tail grew more turgid, and dispraportionate with her torso, increasing in size, as her body seemingly shrank. Whatever spell or curse had taken hold of her form was winning now. She felt incredibly stupid for allowing it, but she sat there in a stupor, letting the reynard warm her cooze through her clothing, as the other two took their places by her side and rubbed their heads against her for attention.

She felt hot, and needed to sweat. How had the rain and wind let up so fast? It had almost seemed to wax with the foxes' mood, less stormy and more lucid and content. Like her...

There was a crack as her neck elongated slightly, as her head reoriented its relationship with her spine. She felt incredibly stupid, and lolled her tongue out over her lips. The foxes began nipping at her skirt and underclothes, undressing her lustfully.

"More." she moaned, feeling her belly tighten up, and making another little fart. The clothing began to slough off her nethers, and she felt one of the foxes pull her skirt up and off over her tail, to expose her bulging, diaper-like underpants.

A tonguestroke finally caught between the fabric, and grazed the outside of her growing vulva. The reaction, both erotic, and transformational, was almost instant, as the girl both squeeled, and felt the rise of fur up her backside, and against the nape of her neck. Her skull compressed and distended another inch. Her lower lips pooching out as her jaw narrowed and raced to catch up with her nose.

Another bullet-speed lap, and this time, the panties had been pulled completely off, exposing her bare bottom entirely to the fresh, cool air, and seperating her from her spoor. The smell of fresh scat filled the air, strangely enticing through a fox's nose. This time the hot tongue circled the other side of her vulva, and through her pubic hair. What had been brown wire began to drop out, as black fuzz grew in beneath.

Purely ecstatic, she stretched her tail and trembled. Finally, she was embracing the changes, body freshly changed, free of the entrapment of her dirty clothes.

She pulled her shirt up over her head, and threw it off, half her long locks going with it. What remained was a short mat of human hair, almost a bowl cut, mixed with peculiar patches of red fluff that grew in like sideburns, and tried to mohawk across the back of her scalp, and unite with her brown-furred ears.

She giggled mischeviously as the foxes breathed their hot breath on her, made their wedding vows, promised her all sorts of chases and hunts, and hundreds of babies suckling at her tits.

She stroked their heads with her fingers, felt them nip and tease, twist about her, giving her visions of the future. They rubbed against her, rolled at her feet, and tongued her cooze and anus.

"Ohh... ohh... fawkses." she gasped through sharply growing teeth. With a relaxation, she felt new nipples pinch and pop from her skin, and they tickled those too, with their tongues and noses and whiskers. It was childlike joy, like a day at the zoo... only, the delight was from an animal's perspective--being released from the cage to run wild.

She staggered, coated in fur, feeling her slender, lengthening body, naked before them. She presented each of them with her rump to sniff, and felt her fingers tense and swell, anticipation speeding the change in them to paws. She kicked off her shoes, torn socks revealing black-furred pads.

She staggered on all fours, and saw herself in a puddle--the face of a fox, whiskers blooming from out of her eyebrows. Turning her flank, she could have been no bigger than a housecat, save for her glorious fur.

She rescinded all thought of being human, and flagged them with her ass. Arousal had whiped all sense from her, as she begged for mounting.

While the other two took turns to relieve themselves, crapping in the grass, and eyeing her with anticipation, the biggest of the three returned to her side to court. She held her tail aside, and continued to turn, pushing her butt to him.

Yess, yess... fawkses, I wiiiil. Immmm... ready... She thought. Frighteningly, she heard her own thoughts aloud, like theirs had been.

The male sniffed her butt, and tasted her. Then he circled to face her, and stared.

"What...?" the girl cried, one last dawning of alarm and realization for what was happening, hitting her as her brown eyes dilated.

He answered her question with a deep exhalation of breath--hot with the scent of blood, bugs, and fruit. It rolled over her face forcefully, like a typhoon, blowing away her last human hairs, stinging her eyes, which contracted rapidly into yellow slits... and finally, entered into her mouth and nose as a palpable force, it slithered into her, down her choking throat, and expanded inside her body with a warmth, filling her entirely with the spirit of a fox.

When the strange wind settled, all that stood their was a vixen. It eagerly resumed its positioning, lowerings its head and ears, and raising its rump, horny and eager to be bred.

The male climbed up her flank, and began to hump, his red rod unsheathed, pointed into her puffy, vulpine vulva.

All around the rutting couple, other matings ensued, countless students lost on a field-trip, compelled by appealing sounds and smells, touches and voices, to shrink and change--to feed the ever-growing harem.

The little vixen let out a caterwaul as her mate knocked her up, and the others reynards watched her delightedly, awaiting their own turn to make her a fat, milk-filled mom.