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Warning: The full version of this story contains multiple animal on animal sex scenes, Stockholm Syndrome, and mentions of and allusions to rape. If you would like to avoid these and just read the animal transformation, stop at the suggested point.

Every evening, just as the sun was getting low in the sky, Tara heard it, like clockwork. A loud series of high-pitched cries coming from just beyond the tree line in her backyard. She had been worried the first few times, as it almost sounded like the shrieks of someone in trouble. But when she went the following day to look, she didn’t find anything. But today was different.
As the loud cries began to echo this evening, while she was out in her backyard enjoying the beautiful sunset, she decided to finally go see what was making the eerie sounds. So, she put down her drink and began making her way out towards the tree line at the edge of her property. She could hear the cries get louder as she approached the woods, until they suddenly stopped right as she reached the wooded area.
Realizing the sounds must have been some animal she scared off by approaching, she finally put her worries to rest and turned back toward her home, only for the cries to resume as soon as she turned away.
“That’s it,” she said, frustrated, “I’m sick of whatever you are ruining my evenings every day with your screams.”
With that, she turned back and went into the woods, hoping to find whatever had been making the sounds and chase it away. However, once she was a dozen or so steps into the forest, she was met with something unexpected, a voice that sounded almost…human.
“I was beginning to think my invitation would go unanswered forever,” the voice said as Tara stopped and began looking all around, searching for whoever was talking amongst the trees and bushes of the woods, “Although, I can see now that my wait was well worth it, for such a beautiful maiden to come.”
The voice sounded sophisticated and confident, but something about it felt off. It didn’t seem to have any sort of distinct accent, yet it didn’t sound exactly like how people around there normally talked. She could tell it belonged to a man, but other than that, it seemed like a mystery. But while the voice itself was a bit odd to her, what it was saying was even more so. Invitations, maiden, beautiful, she couldn’t figure out what they were talking about.
“Who’s there,” she asked the trees and bushes, unable to locate the person speaking to her in the quickly dying light of the day, “Are you the one making all those sounds every day? I’m warning you; I’ll call the police for you doing…whatever it is you’ve been doing out here.”
Tara reached her hand into her pocket, realizing her threat was more of a bluff as she noticed her cell phone wasn’t there. Hopefully whoever was out there wouldn’t know that, though, “Come on out, it’s not like I don’t know you’re here. You just spoke a few seconds ago. So, stop hiding, or else!”
“Such fire, such passion,” the voice said, seeming to have moved deeper into the forest, “I have to admit, I wasn’t expecting it from you.”
“What,” Tara asked, following it a few cautious steps at a time, “What the hell is wrong with you, just show yourself and stop being weird.”
“I’m just being myself,” the voice could be heard echoing from further ahead. It was like somehow with every step she took, whoever was speaking took another as well, “And I do hope you are as well. You know, it was so many days of me calling out to you, welcoming you, to finally see you and speak to you so close, I’m quite pleased.”
“You’re really starting to weird me out now,” Tara was clearly getting not only frustrated but nervous as well. Was this a stalker, some crazy person who lived out in the woods near her house? She began to think about turning back and calling the police when she got to her house, when she heard something move nearby.
A rustling in the bushes a few steps ahead of her caused the young woman to nearly jump out of her skin. She had been only a few feet from the hidden person and not even known it. Had they wanted to attack her, they easily could have. She figured it was a good thing her poker face was good enough to make them think she had the upper hand on them. However, her surprise was greatly increased as the figure became more visible.
Stepping out from the brush wasn’t some person playing a trick on her, it was a fox, and an impressive one at that. His orange fur seemed to almost glow as it contrasted with the dull colors of the evening woods. As he looked at her, she felt as if the animal were peering right into her soul with its piercing eyes. Then, the most unexpected thing happened, as it opened its mouth and began to speak in the voice she had heard.
“I apologize for startling you,” the animal said, as if it were completely normal for him to be doing so, “I wasn’t sure you would be willing to accept me considering the difference in our forms.”
“You-you’re a fox,” Tara stuttered, “But…you’re talking?! How can you talk? You’re an animal…animals don’t talk.”
“Oh, all animals can talk,” the fox said, “It’s just that most don’t have anything worthwhile to say.”
“But…that can’t be true,” Tara replied, “I’ve literally never heard of anyone talking to an animal…ever.”
“Oh, well it’s most definitely the truth,” the fox said, almost appearing to roll his eyes at the young woman’s comment, “Though I don’t know if you would believe someone if they had said it, considering you seem to be doubting your own eyes and ears, young maiden.”
“I mean, I guess I could just be imagining this whole thing, although I’ve never had much of an imagination before,” the young woman admitted, “But then if you can talk, why don’t animals speak all the time? I mean, people kill animals, maybe they wouldn’t if they knew that-.”
“That we could talk,” the fox finished her thought, “Like how you don’t kill other humans because they can talk? Trust me, we foxes pride ourselves on our cleverness, but there’s no way to clever your way out of a human killing you if that’s what they have their heart set on. I know that they have primitive brains compared to us, but…”
“Hey,” Tara reacted to the fox’s insult to humanity at large, only for him to continue.
“But don’t worry, I won’t hold that against you,” he said, “In fact, that brings me to why I have been calling out to you for so many days. I had something I wanted to show you, if you would be interested?”
“You mean something besides the whole talking thing? Because that is still blowing my mind,” Tara asked.
“Yes, obviously,” the fox replied, “There’s a special place in this forest I thought you might like to see, since you live so nearby. But if you don’t want to right now, it can wait for another time, it’s getting late.
I wouldn’t want to keep you from, whatever you do with that light box each night.”
“You mean the tv,” Tara asked as she realized something, “Wait, have you been stalking me or something?”
“Oh no, no, just curious about the neighbors, is all,” the fox answered, “But, as I said, I won’t keep you, unless of course, you’d like me to show you now.”
“Is it something that will take long,” Tara asked, “I mean, you’ve been wanting to show me for weeks now, if those cries were all about it. I’d feel bad to come out all this way after that and not have you show me.”
“Oh no, I promise, you’ll be back home in no time. Perhaps I could even be of some assistance in that regard,” the fox asked, “In fact, I’ll show you what I wanted, and afterwards, I’d be more than happy to show you to your home.”
“Really? That’d be great,” Tara said, relieved, “Thank you so much!”
“Of course! I know you humans have a hard time navigating at night, and the day is almost at an end.
Being that I was the one who called you out here, it would be rude of me to not offer you a guide through the forest at this time. I’d be more than happy to help you home. I can certainly lead the way, as long as you care to join me?”
Tara looked down as the fox put out a paw in front of her as if awaiting a handshake. Tara couldn’t believe all that was happening, a talking fox in the woods behind her house, and one that seemed more than happy to flatter her at that. She had come this far, and with the sunlight quickly vanishing in the woods, she felt inclined to take up the talking vulpine on its offer. Pushing aside a moment of doubt, the young woman took the fox’s outstretched paw before agreeing, “Sure, I don’t see why not, as long as you can get me home before it gets too late.”
“Excellent,” the fox said as he flashed a quick smile, his teeth glinting in the dying light as the colors of the sunset caused the forest to glow unusual shades of red and orange, “Well then, Maiden Tara, let’s be on our way.”
As the last remnants of sunlight faded, Tara found it harder and harder to see where she was walking. It felt like the trees this far out were much larger than near her house, which surprised the young woman.
From the second-floor windows, she could have sworn the trees all looked to be about the same, but she also felt that the forest didn’t look nearly as deep as it was seeming to go. She was glad the fox had offered to take her home after, as she doubted she’d be able to get back on her own, even from where they had met.
As Tara trailed a few steps behind the fox, she began to notice a slight itchiness on her legs and arms. Worried that she might have bumped up against some poison ivy, she thought about how she would need to get some ointment for it after getting back home. She didn’t even begin to suspect what was actually happening, as short, brown-orange hairs began to sprout from her skin, causing her to feel uncomfortable in her clothes.
Continuing through the woods and farther from the trail she had taken from her house, she began to notice the ground feeling softer beneath her feet, not knowing that she had left her shoes behind, the footwear no longer fitting on her feet as bones began to alter. The soles of her feet shrank, while the skin on them turned into a leathery pad. Nails grew out and became pointed, ripping holes in her ill-fitting socks not long after her shoes fell off. Her stance changed as well, as she began to find herself walking almost on her tiptoes, even as she began to lose height.
This was all hidden from her, though, thanks to the irritation of growing fur beneath her clothes reaching her waist and chest, causing her to longer think she had poison ivy, but rather was experiencing some sort of allergic reaction, “Hey, umm, fox? There’s nothing out this way that would cause hives or anything, right?”
“I’m not quite sure I know what you’re referring to,” the fox replied, hiding his joy as he looked back and noticed the young woman’s brown hair beginning to mix with orange, and her feet almost completely changed. He also noticed the beginnings of a familiar tail sticking out from behind her, lifting the back of her shirt up slightly as it grew, “I don’t think there’s anything out here you would need to worry about, maiden.”
“Well, it’s just, I mean,” Tara began to say, only to find that the itch on her chest was starting to finally fade as the last of her new coat of fur grew in, the white hair on her chest no longer rubbing against her bra as her breasts shrank down, “Never mind, I guess it was nothing.”
However, as new nipples began to form in two rows down her stomach and rubbing against her shirt, she found herself feeling less itchiness and more aroused, much to her confusion. What especially confused her about this feeling was that she was feeling it towards the fox a few feet ahead of her, thinking how handsome he was, the color and sheen of his fur, the sound of his voice, the bushiness of his tail. She shook her head and quickly pushed those thoughts aside, though, reminding herself that even though he was talking and seemed to have an understanding of human things, he was an animal.
She didn’t notice that when she shook her head, it caused her hair to shift, now fitting around her pointed ears like water flowing around rocks in a stream.
“How much further,” she found herself asking the leading fox as a low-hanging branch nearly hit her in the face, the young woman not noticing it thanks to her oddly distracting thoughts.
“Oh, not much further to go now,” the fox replied as he looked back at her noticing her pointed, fur-covered ears poking out from her hair, having moved up to the top of her head, “Just a bit more, and I promise, it’ll be well worth the journey.”
“I hope so,” she said, not noticing as her now blackened nose began to push out from the rest of her face, pulling her mouth with it as her chin faded into her neck, “I don’t recognize any of this, and I didn’t think we were that far into the woods.”
“Oh, things can be very misleading in the forest in the evening,” the fox warned her, his tail swatting her new muzzle and more sensitive nose as he hopped over a root, causing the young woman to sneeze, “Sorry, I do hope you aren’t allergic to fur.”
“Oh no, I think it just caught my nose off guard,” Tara replied as she hopped over the root as well, “I’m sorry, I didn’t even think to cover my nose with that sneeze.”
“It’s fine, I don’t mind,” the fox replied as he slowed to a stop, “Besides, I doubt your paws would have held much back, anyway.”
“What does that mean,” Tara asked as she went to wipe her nose with her sleeve, confused until she noticed she was now at almost eye level with the fox, “Wait, how did you get so big?!”
“Oh, I do hope you get cleverer soon,” the fox said, still as calm and cool as ever, despite Tara’s obviously growing confusion, “Otherwise this will be a dreadfully boring life for us. Honestly, I don’t know how humans are able to do anything with such basic thinking. I mean, I should hope that even the most oblivious human would notice by now. I mean, can’t you feel your tail by now? It’s quite beautiful.”
“What,” Tara asked frantically as she suddenly became more aware of what had happened, though not sure how or why. The fox’s comment suddenly didn’t even seem like a blip on her radar as she finally noticed her new body, spinning around quickly to see a large, bushy tail behind her, sticking out from just above her pants. It looked almost exactly the same as the one on the back side of the fox, “What happened to me?! I’m-I’m-a…”
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Warning: The full version of this story contains multiple animal on animal sex scenes, Stockholm Syndrome, and mentions of and allusions to rape. If you would like to avoid these and just read the animal transformation, stop at the suggested point.

Every evening, just as the sun was getting low in the sky, Tara heard it, like clockwork. A loud series of high-pitched cries coming from just beyond the tree line in her backyard. She had been worried the first few times, as it almost sounded like the shrieks of someone in trouble. But when she went the following day to look, she didn’t find anything. But today was different.
As the loud cries began to echo this evening, while she was out in her backyard enjoying the beautiful sunset, she decided to finally go see what was making the eerie sounds. So, she put down her drink and began making her way out towards the tree line at the edge of her property. She could hear the cries get louder as she approached the woods, until they suddenly stopped right as she reached the wooded area.
Realizing the sounds must have been some animal she scared off by approaching, she finally put her worries to rest and turned back toward her home, only for the cries to resume as soon as she turned away.
“That’s it,” she said, frustrated, “I’m sick of whatever you are ruining my evenings every day with your screams.”
With that, she turned back and went into the woods, hoping to find whatever had been making the sounds and chase it away. However, once she was a dozen or so steps into the forest, she was met with something unexpected, a voice that sounded almost…human.
“I was beginning to think my invitation would go unanswered forever,” the voice said as Tara stopped and began looking all around, searching for whoever was talking amongst the trees and bushes of the woods, “Although, I can see now that my wait was well worth it, for such a beautiful maiden to come.”
The voice sounded sophisticated and confident, but something about it felt off. It didn’t seem to have any sort of distinct accent, yet it didn’t sound exactly like how people around there normally talked. She could tell it belonged to a man, but other than that, it seemed like a mystery. But while the voice itself was a bit odd to her, what it was saying was even more so. Invitations, maiden, beautiful, she couldn’t figure out what they were talking about.
“Who’s there,” she asked the trees and bushes, unable to locate the person speaking to her in the quickly dying light of the day, “Are you the one making all those sounds every day? I’m warning you; I’ll call the police for you doing…whatever it is you’ve been doing out here.”
Tara reached her hand into her pocket, realizing her threat was more of a bluff as she noticed her cell phone wasn’t there. Hopefully whoever was out there wouldn’t know that, though, “Come on out, it’s not like I don’t know you’re here. You just spoke a few seconds ago. So, stop hiding, or else!”
“Such fire, such passion,” the voice said, seeming to have moved deeper into the forest, “I have to admit, I wasn’t expecting it from you.”
“What,” Tara asked, following it a few cautious steps at a time, “What the hell is wrong with you, just show yourself and stop being weird.”
“I’m just being myself,” the voice could be heard echoing from further ahead. It was like somehow with every step she took, whoever was speaking took another as well, “And I do hope you are as well. You know, it was so many days of me calling out to you, welcoming you, to finally see you and speak to you so close, I’m quite pleased.”
“You’re really starting to weird me out now,” Tara was clearly getting not only frustrated but nervous as well. Was this a stalker, some crazy person who lived out in the woods near her house? She began to think about turning back and calling the police when she got to her house, when she heard something move nearby.
A rustling in the bushes a few steps ahead of her caused the young woman to nearly jump out of her skin. She had been only a few feet from the hidden person and not even known it. Had they wanted to attack her, they easily could have. She figured it was a good thing her poker face was good enough to make them think she had the upper hand on them. However, her surprise was greatly increased as the figure became more visible.
Stepping out from the brush wasn’t some person playing a trick on her, it was a fox, and an impressive one at that. His orange fur seemed to almost glow as it contrasted with the dull colors of the evening woods. As he looked at her, she felt as if the animal were peering right into her soul with its piercing eyes. Then, the most unexpected thing happened, as it opened its mouth and began to speak in the voice she had heard.
“I apologize for startling you,” the animal said, as if it were completely normal for him to be doing so, “I wasn’t sure you would be willing to accept me considering the difference in our forms.”
“You-you’re a fox,” Tara stuttered, “But…you’re talking?! How can you talk? You’re an animal…animals don’t talk.”
“Oh, all animals can talk,” the fox said, “It’s just that most don’t have anything worthwhile to say.”
“But…that can’t be true,” Tara replied, “I’ve literally never heard of anyone talking to an animal…ever.”
“Oh, well it’s most definitely the truth,” the fox said, almost appearing to roll his eyes at the young woman’s comment, “Though I don’t know if you would believe someone if they had said it, considering you seem to be doubting your own eyes and ears, young maiden.”
“I mean, I guess I could just be imagining this whole thing, although I’ve never had much of an imagination before,” the young woman admitted, “But then if you can talk, why don’t animals speak all the time? I mean, people kill animals, maybe they wouldn’t if they knew that-.”
“That we could talk,” the fox finished her thought, “Like how you don’t kill other humans because they can talk? Trust me, we foxes pride ourselves on our cleverness, but there’s no way to clever your way out of a human killing you if that’s what they have their heart set on. I know that they have primitive brains compared to us, but…”
“Hey,” Tara reacted to the fox’s insult to humanity at large, only for him to continue.
“But don’t worry, I won’t hold that against you,” he said, “In fact, that brings me to why I have been calling out to you for so many days. I had something I wanted to show you, if you would be interested?”
“You mean something besides the whole talking thing? Because that is still blowing my mind,” Tara asked.
“Yes, obviously,” the fox replied, “There’s a special place in this forest I thought you might like to see, since you live so nearby. But if you don’t want to right now, it can wait for another time, it’s getting late.
I wouldn’t want to keep you from, whatever you do with that light box each night.”
“You mean the tv,” Tara asked as she realized something, “Wait, have you been stalking me or something?”
“Oh no, no, just curious about the neighbors, is all,” the fox answered, “But, as I said, I won’t keep you, unless of course, you’d like me to show you now.”
“Is it something that will take long,” Tara asked, “I mean, you’ve been wanting to show me for weeks now, if those cries were all about it. I’d feel bad to come out all this way after that and not have you show me.”
“Oh no, I promise, you’ll be back home in no time. Perhaps I could even be of some assistance in that regard,” the fox asked, “In fact, I’ll show you what I wanted, and afterwards, I’d be more than happy to show you to your home.”
“Really? That’d be great,” Tara said, relieved, “Thank you so much!”
“Of course! I know you humans have a hard time navigating at night, and the day is almost at an end.
Being that I was the one who called you out here, it would be rude of me to not offer you a guide through the forest at this time. I’d be more than happy to help you home. I can certainly lead the way, as long as you care to join me?”
Tara looked down as the fox put out a paw in front of her as if awaiting a handshake. Tara couldn’t believe all that was happening, a talking fox in the woods behind her house, and one that seemed more than happy to flatter her at that. She had come this far, and with the sunlight quickly vanishing in the woods, she felt inclined to take up the talking vulpine on its offer. Pushing aside a moment of doubt, the young woman took the fox’s outstretched paw before agreeing, “Sure, I don’t see why not, as long as you can get me home before it gets too late.”
“Excellent,” the fox said as he flashed a quick smile, his teeth glinting in the dying light as the colors of the sunset caused the forest to glow unusual shades of red and orange, “Well then, Maiden Tara, let’s be on our way.”
As the last remnants of sunlight faded, Tara found it harder and harder to see where she was walking. It felt like the trees this far out were much larger than near her house, which surprised the young woman.
From the second-floor windows, she could have sworn the trees all looked to be about the same, but she also felt that the forest didn’t look nearly as deep as it was seeming to go. She was glad the fox had offered to take her home after, as she doubted she’d be able to get back on her own, even from where they had met.
As Tara trailed a few steps behind the fox, she began to notice a slight itchiness on her legs and arms. Worried that she might have bumped up against some poison ivy, she thought about how she would need to get some ointment for it after getting back home. She didn’t even begin to suspect what was actually happening, as short, brown-orange hairs began to sprout from her skin, causing her to feel uncomfortable in her clothes.
Continuing through the woods and farther from the trail she had taken from her house, she began to notice the ground feeling softer beneath her feet, not knowing that she had left her shoes behind, the footwear no longer fitting on her feet as bones began to alter. The soles of her feet shrank, while the skin on them turned into a leathery pad. Nails grew out and became pointed, ripping holes in her ill-fitting socks not long after her shoes fell off. Her stance changed as well, as she began to find herself walking almost on her tiptoes, even as she began to lose height.
This was all hidden from her, though, thanks to the irritation of growing fur beneath her clothes reaching her waist and chest, causing her to longer think she had poison ivy, but rather was experiencing some sort of allergic reaction, “Hey, umm, fox? There’s nothing out this way that would cause hives or anything, right?”
“I’m not quite sure I know what you’re referring to,” the fox replied, hiding his joy as he looked back and noticed the young woman’s brown hair beginning to mix with orange, and her feet almost completely changed. He also noticed the beginnings of a familiar tail sticking out from behind her, lifting the back of her shirt up slightly as it grew, “I don’t think there’s anything out here you would need to worry about, maiden.”
“Well, it’s just, I mean,” Tara began to say, only to find that the itch on her chest was starting to finally fade as the last of her new coat of fur grew in, the white hair on her chest no longer rubbing against her bra as her breasts shrank down, “Never mind, I guess it was nothing.”
However, as new nipples began to form in two rows down her stomach and rubbing against her shirt, she found herself feeling less itchiness and more aroused, much to her confusion. What especially confused her about this feeling was that she was feeling it towards the fox a few feet ahead of her, thinking how handsome he was, the color and sheen of his fur, the sound of his voice, the bushiness of his tail. She shook her head and quickly pushed those thoughts aside, though, reminding herself that even though he was talking and seemed to have an understanding of human things, he was an animal.
She didn’t notice that when she shook her head, it caused her hair to shift, now fitting around her pointed ears like water flowing around rocks in a stream.
“How much further,” she found herself asking the leading fox as a low-hanging branch nearly hit her in the face, the young woman not noticing it thanks to her oddly distracting thoughts.
“Oh, not much further to go now,” the fox replied as he looked back at her noticing her pointed, fur-covered ears poking out from her hair, having moved up to the top of her head, “Just a bit more, and I promise, it’ll be well worth the journey.”
“I hope so,” she said, not noticing as her now blackened nose began to push out from the rest of her face, pulling her mouth with it as her chin faded into her neck, “I don’t recognize any of this, and I didn’t think we were that far into the woods.”
“Oh, things can be very misleading in the forest in the evening,” the fox warned her, his tail swatting her new muzzle and more sensitive nose as he hopped over a root, causing the young woman to sneeze, “Sorry, I do hope you aren’t allergic to fur.”
“Oh no, I think it just caught my nose off guard,” Tara replied as she hopped over the root as well, “I’m sorry, I didn’t even think to cover my nose with that sneeze.”
“It’s fine, I don’t mind,” the fox replied as he slowed to a stop, “Besides, I doubt your paws would have held much back, anyway.”
“What does that mean,” Tara asked as she went to wipe her nose with her sleeve, confused until she noticed she was now at almost eye level with the fox, “Wait, how did you get so big?!”
“Oh, I do hope you get cleverer soon,” the fox said, still as calm and cool as ever, despite Tara’s obviously growing confusion, “Otherwise this will be a dreadfully boring life for us. Honestly, I don’t know how humans are able to do anything with such basic thinking. I mean, I should hope that even the most oblivious human would notice by now. I mean, can’t you feel your tail by now? It’s quite beautiful.”
“What,” Tara asked frantically as she suddenly became more aware of what had happened, though not sure how or why. The fox’s comment suddenly didn’t even seem like a blip on her radar as she finally noticed her new body, spinning around quickly to see a large, bushy tail behind her, sticking out from just above her pants. It looked almost exactly the same as the one on the back side of the fox, “What happened to me?! I’m-I’m-a…”
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If you want to read more of this story, as well as tons of other exclusive stories and images, you can find it here, on my patreon: www.patreon.com/posts/tricked-…