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| Master DarkBlood | Feb 23 2013, 09:16 PM Post #1 |
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"No, Priscilla, I don't want you going out with that boy, you'll end up in jail!" the white Fox was yelling. "M-maybe that... would be better than living... with YOU!" The grey half-fox-half-wolf girl yelled back. "I HATE you, mother!" "That's enough. Go to your room. I've locked all the doors and have the keys. You'll NOT be escaping tonight!" "F-fine!" Tears were streaming down Priscilla's face. "I d-don't want to see you anyway!" A typical mother-daughter spat. The mother, Karoline, was perhaps a little overprotective of her daughter. All Priscilla saw, however, was a heartless bitch getting in the way of her life. The single mother was going to get what she deserved tonight. Late that night, Priscilla stood awake. She was certain her mother had gone to bed. Time to act. She crept over to her closet and slowly opened it. Then, she drew a secretive bottle from the depths of her Private Box. She stared at it and blushed brightly. It was in the shape of... "Oh why do these potions ALWAYS have to come in rubbery bottles that look like dicks?" Priscilla wondered. She thought back several weeks, to a peddler she met once selling these things. "This particular potion, my lady, will alter your physical appearance and your body to that of a fox. But not just any fox, oh no! A MALE fox! yes, yes, it will completely change your gender for TWO HOURS! More than enough to make any mischief a fine young lady like yourself could ask!" She purchased it eagerly. Two hours. Of course, it was all the time she would need. The question is, how thoroughly would it alter her? She smiled. Hopefully thoroughly enough. She popped it open, put the tip to her mouth, and drank. She drank and drank, until every drop was gone. She then dropped it to the floor with a weird "squish" sound. The potion's effects took place almost immediately. She dropped to the ground and writhed in agony as her DNA was rewritten. She was getting hot, too. As she altered, her grey fur turning a bright red, she slowly removed her shirt and bra, only to see the breasts she was so proud of recessing into her chest.She quickly removed her shorts and panties as well and saw, standing there, staring her in the face, a large rod not unlike the bottle she just drank from. He stood up, a red fox boy with a rod most would be proud of, in absolutely no clothes. Priscilla smiled. The merchant's promised had been delivered, he was 100% male. The boy now crept to the stairs and climbed them slowly, heading for Karoline's room. Revenge was now so close, he could taste it. As he approached the room, another scent filled his nose, but he couldn't place it. He opened her door and walked in, then proceeding to stand over her. He had never noticed in his female body: His mother was positively dreamy. She had a perfect muzzle on a perfect face, perfect ears, even her tongue looked perfect. Her hair, too was perfect, a gleaming, beautiful pink that complemented her white fur. He shook these thoughts out of his head and slowly removed her blankets. He then slowly, but carefully, removed all of her clothes. When he looked upon her naked body, he felt a twinge in his manhood. It wasn't just her face that was perfect! Her breasts were a perfect shape. They were also neither too big nor too small. Her body was slim from all the working out she did, toned perfectly. Her hips were just the correct size even though she had had a child before, and even her legs and feet were perfect! Her legs were long and sexy, the feet, cute, small, and they didn't look like they could support Karoline's weight. "Well," thought Priscilla, "this just might be easier than I thought it would be!" He got into position on the bed, being careful not to wake his mother. Then, involuntarily, he took a big sniff of his mother's womanhood. Instantly he realized what that beautiful, lovely scent was: Karoline was in heat! Blushing deeply, he slowly licked at her slit, enjoying the taste. Judging from her face and the shameless moans that came from her mouth, his mother's dreams quickly turned dirty. He slowly teased it with his tongue, working it, and then plunged his tongue in. Again he was elicited with beautiful moans. For half an hour he teased her like this until the throbbing in his member got too much. he smiled and crawled up and over her. He had to work this perfectly or she would wake up. Thankfully, it went in nice and easily due to his efforts to lube it up. he would get his revenge after all. He couldn't help but blush as he slowly eased it in. He let out a small moan of his own, but then quickly bit his lips. Did that wake her up? He looked at her. Luckily her eyes where closed and she was still breathing slowly... well, as slowly as anyone having sex in their dreams does. Blushing more, he leaned down and licked at her nipples so that his mouth would be doing something other than making noises. He worked it in and out carefully, only picking up speed when he felt it was safe to do so. Eventually he felt a build-up of pressure, something similar to feelings he had while female, but totally different on this end. He bit his lip again to keep from crying out as he creamed his mother's insides hard. Hard enough he almost slipped his knot in. After coming down from the physical bliss he felt, he pulled away and sniffed at her pussy one more time. He could smell his own seed mixed with her own juices but he couldn't smell the heat anymore. He had his revenge: He knocked up his mother. He then went downstairs to the main room to wait. He looked at the clock: Two A.M.? But, he took the potion at midnight. It should have worn off! Maybe it needed time to wear off, and return her to herself. So he waited, and waited. Nothing. He couldn't get the nagging feeling he had forgotten something the Alchemist said. At Four A.M. it came to him. "Now remember, miss Priscilla," the alchemist told her after she bought it. "Never, EVER drink more than a tablespoon. Ingest more than necessary, and yes, the effect might last longer, but... Ingest too much and you will be stuck in that form forever! And NEVER drink the whole bottle or it's a guarantee!" "Shit!" Priscilla yelled out. "How could I have forgotten something so fucking important?!" Angry with himself, he grabbed a pencil and a piece of paper. But he wasn't writing to the alchemist. After an hour, he sat back to re-read it. "Mother," it said, "Don't be alarmed when you come downstairs. In a fit of anger, I drank an entire transformation potion. I'm stuck as a male red fox now. Furthermore, in my anger, I decided it would be worth it to get you pregnant so you would lay off me a little. I'm sorry. I'm going to see the Alchemist as soon as I can to see if he has anything to return me to myself." happy that it explained everything, he took it upstairs and laid it on her table. Wait, was that movement? He turned to look at Karoline. It was nothing big, she just rolled onto her side. He went downstairs and sat in the kitchen. Half an hour later, Karoline walked into the room. She was still totally naked, and she looked like the holidays had come early. Before Priscilla could say anything, Karoline sat on his lap, making him blush. "You have no idea how happy I was when I read your note," she said. "I was awake the entire time, fearing some beast somehow broke into the house. I'm glad it was only you honey, and I'm sorry, i was a little harsh last night. But dear, I want something now. Now that I know who it was, I want to just enjoy the ride." Before he could protest, she mounted him and started riding him there in the kitchen. Later that day, Priscilla entered the Alchemist's store. He frowned at her angrily. "Don't listen to the words of your elders do ya, dear?" he asked. "Well no matter, this should be an easy fix." He looked around on his shelves. "Ms. Karoline's a regular customer of mine y'know? I sell her my Fountain of Youth waters. Haven't seen her in such a good mood since your father died. By the way, how much did you drink of the bottle?" Priscilla blushed. "I f-forgot your warning... and drank the whole thing!" There was a loud crash and the sound of glass breaking. The Alchemist looked at her, stunned. "Well shit. The whole bottle is too much for any of these to cure, there's none of your original DNA left in your body! I hope you have some DNA from before you drank it." Priscilla blushed again. "Um, I haven't cleaned my brush in a while, and um..." his voice dropped in embarrassment, "I... forgot to clean one of my toys the last time I used it." "Perfect. Bring them in, but I'll warn you, a potion like this is complex. It could take months, or even years before it finishes." Priscilla nodded and and left. He then smiled. Months? Or years even? I suppose i can wait, he thought. After all, he found an activity to keep him busy, and he hoped his mother would go through another heat cycle before the potion was done. |
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