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A fox finds himself in a strange predicament
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Fenton eagerly rushed to his room. After a long day, all he wanted was to lay down in bed and open up a connection to the internet. Since he lived alone, he stripped down to his birthday suit upon arrival. He ran his paws all along his scarlet brown fur ending with one paw casually scratching at his lengthening fox cock. He pulled out his laptop and leaned back against his soft pillows, sliding a blanket between him and the device.
If he was lucky, there might be a few new submissions, but even if there weren't there would be plenty of older material he could paw to again. The search was on. Fenton clicked through the various websites he had frequented often, performing his usual searches for any new transformation art or stories. What little new material was out there didn't seem to be doing the trick today. It didn't help that his fetish was such a fringe topic, only a subset of a subset seemed to be genuinely interested.
He was about to navigate away from one of his websites when he caught a glimpse of an advertisement near the top of the page. He swore the advertisement had said something along the lines of "TF Gateway" but the pictures rotated, one showing a cute male fox being turned into a pair of underwear. Fenton clicked the link as fast as he could, he had never heard of the site before but if it was all about transformation then it was definitely one he wanted to check out. His rod stiffened, pressing against the warm laptop.
The website was amazing. It had everything he could ever wish for, including of course the very realistic gallery of furs being transformed into various objects. He was about to paw to a picture of a sexy wolf being changed into rubber when a small ding emanated from the laptop. The website had an in page chat option and apparently one of the members had private messaged him. Hesitating slightly, he typed back a reply. As he chat back and forth with the unknown fur, it made him happy to find that this was a community of furs that were interested in all the same things as himself.
"So I was wondering. Do you enjoy the idea of transforming other furs or being transformed yourself?" The guy private messaged and Fenton had to sit back for a moment and think about it, the idea that there might be a difference had never crossed his mind in the past.
"Both, but I kind of like the idea of being forced to transform more exciting." He replied, flirting incessantly.
"I was hoping you would say that. I developed an application I'd like for you to test if you're willing. It will use you as a model that can then be transformed." As much as he knew he shouldn't have clicked the link, his horny mind was too entranced to make any smart decisions.
As he clicked, his room disappeared and he found himself standing in the middle of a room he didn't recognize. In front of him was a monitor that took up an entire wall. On the screen appeared a shirtless tiger.
"What the hell just happened? Where am I?" Fenton asked, noting that the room he was in contained no doors and no windows. The only feature was the giant monitor with the smiling tiger.
"Sweet! It worked!" The sound was all around him.
"You're inside my computer application. It's like photoshop but with a different set of tools and living subjects." The tiger appeared to be staring down at his body and for the first time since arrival he remembered that he was completely naked. Completely naked and somehow inside this guy's computer.
"You said you wanted to be transformed, so I'm going to help you live out that fantasy. My name is Carter by the way, what's yours?" The tiger clicked a few buttons and the fox found himself spreading his arms and legs involuntarily.
"Fenton. How are you doing this?" Fenton tried to lower his arms, but they felt as though they were stuck in place.
"Oh sorry, I have complete control of where you are on the screen. At the moment I'm making a model sheet that I can save so that we can revert you back afterwards. Almost done." Carter clicked a few more buttons and Fenton found himself twirling so that his back was facing the monitor.
"Okay, now the fun can begin." Carter dragged a tool into the room that looked like a large pencil. It flipped around to the eraser side and flew towards Fenton with blinding speed. Fenton tried to move away from it, but he was still locked in place. The eraser hovered over a section between his elbow and shoulder and sliced straight through, completely deleting the portion that it rolled over and separating the limb from his body. Carter did this three more times, removing each of his limbs before getting rid of them completely.
Fenton was both scared and enjoying this at the same time. There's no way it could be real, he must have fallen asleep at his computer and this was all just a lucid dream. He awaited the tiger's next move, the pencil disappeared and what looked like a lasso appeared in the room with him.
The lasso made its way over to his rock hard member and completely encircled it, balls and all. It clamped down tight. It was a cropping tool. Fenton watched as his member detached from his body with precision and hovered over a couple feet from his limbless body. The lasso disappeared and a paint bucket took its place. Carter clicked a couple times, the fox member cycled through various colors until finally he settled on blue.
The paint bucket transformed into a hand. It grasped his cock firmly and rubbed along the length. Fenton closed his eyes and allowed the feelings wash over him. Carter apparently liked what he saw because the tiger pushed back from the screen and began pumping his own dick at the same time. On the monitor it looked huge and for a moment Fenton was slightly upset that he couldn't be there to be used on the glorious member. He would gladly become a fuck toy for this tiger. Too bad it was only a dream that he had no control over. The two of them released at nearly the same moment, his seed dripping down onto the floor of the room while a bit of Carter's had managed to hit the monitor.
"It's getting late, we should continue this tomorrow if you're up for it. Let me just restore you really fast." Carter huffed and whizzed through a few button clicks, within moments the fox was nearly back to normal. He stood in the middle of the room with all of his limbs reattached except his cock was still hovering off to the side and very much still blue.
"Something to remember me by." Carter announced and moved the cock over to Fenton's paw. He grabbed it and smiled, thinking about how strange this dream was.
"See you later cutie." Carter clicked another button and Fenton felt a tug on his stomach. He opened his eyes groggily and found himself back in his room. He'd always had such an active imagination, but that dream was beyond even what he could have thought up.
"Thank you for the fun time, goodnight Fenton." The private message dinged on the website. As he went to type a reply apologizing for falling asleep, something odd occurred. His paw moved away from his crotch where he held his fox bits, but the fox bits moved with it. Slowly he pulled his paw out from under the cover, holding a detached blue fox cock. He gave it a squeeze and felt his cold paw against the flesh as if it were still attached.