{"submission_id":"1705337","keywords":[{"keyword_id":"101959","keyword_name":"amethyst mare","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"20"},{"keyword_id":"410220","keyword_name":"arian mabe","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"20"},{"keyword_id":"1029","keyword_name":"clean","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"7940"},{"keyword_id":"735","keyword_name":"feral","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"36265"},{"keyword_id":"33","keyword_name":"fox","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"135602"},{"keyword_id":"1440","keyword_name":"human","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"47051"},{"keyword_id":"191","keyword_name":"magic","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"11625"},{"keyword_id":"364","keyword_name":"magician","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"606"},{"keyword_id":"165","keyword_name":"male","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"640697"},{"keyword_id":"405","keyword_name":"man","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"8904"},{"keyword_id":"542","keyword_name":"mature","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"2882"},{"keyword_id":"3754","keyword_name":"non-anthro","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"2410"},{"keyword_id":"1340","keyword_name":"power","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"1034"},{"keyword_id":"7916","keyword_name":"short story","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"482"},{"keyword_id":"948","keyword_name":"story","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"6812"},{"keyword_id":"10129","keyword_name":"supernatural","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"375"},{"keyword_id":"1335","keyword_name":"tf","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"4321"},{"keyword_id":"1336","keyword_name":"transformation","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"15730"},{"keyword_id":"3104","keyword_name":"vulpine","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"20475"}],"hidden":"f","scraps":"f","favorite":"f","favorites_count":"1","create_datetime":"2018-09-24 20:30:44.284736+02","create_datetime_usertime":"24 Sep 2018 20:30 CEST","last_file_update_datetime":"2018-09-24 20:29:37.47248+02","last_file_update_datetime_usertime":"24 Sep 2018 20:29 CEST","username":"AmethystMare","user_id":"25028","user_icon_file_name":"151065_AmethystMare_amethyst_mare-avy.gif","user_icon_url_large":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/usericons/large/151/151065_AmethystMare_amethyst_mare-avy.gif","user_icon_url_medium":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/usericons/medium/151/151065_AmethystMare_amethyst_mare-avy.gif","user_icon_url_small":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/usericons/small/151/151065_AmethystMare_amethyst_mare-avy.gif","file_name":"2438858_AmethystMare_vulpine_inclinations_draft_1.doc","file_url_full":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/files/full/2438/2438858_AmethystMare_vulpine_inclinations_draft_1.doc","file_url_screen":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/files/screen/2438/2438858_AmethystMare_vulpine_inclinations_draft_1.doc","file_url_preview":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/2438/2438858_AmethystMare_vulpine_inclinations_draft_1.doc","thumbnail_url_huge":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/huge/2438/2438858_AmethystMare_vulpine_inclinations_draft_1.jpg","thumbnail_url_large":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/large/2438/2438858_AmethystMare_vulpine_inclinations_draft_1.jpg","thumbnail_url_medium":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/medium/2438/2438858_AmethystMare_vulpine_inclinations_draft_1.jpg","thumb_huge_x":"300","thumb_huge_y":"300","thumb_large_x":"200","thumb_large_y":"200","thumb_medium_x":"120","thumb_medium_y":"120","files":[{"file_id":"2438858","file_name":"2438858_AmethystMare_vulpine_inclinations_draft_1.doc","file_url_full":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/files/full/2438/2438858_AmethystMare_vulpine_inclinations_draft_1.doc","file_url_screen":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/files/screen/2438/2438858_AmethystMare_vulpine_inclinations_draft_1.doc","file_url_preview":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/2438/2438858_AmethystMare_vulpine_inclinations_draft_1.doc","mimetype":"application/msword","submission_id":"1705337","user_id":"25028","submission_file_order":"0","full_size_x":null,"full_size_y":null,"screen_size_x":null,"screen_size_y":null,"preview_size_x":null,"preview_size_y":null,"initial_file_md5":"01a8d6dfef810e1f650d519c0fda32bd","full_file_md5":"01a8d6dfef810e1f650d519c0fda32bd","large_file_md5":"","small_file_md5":"","thumbnail_md5":"5bc673a5d744047a34399825261361e1","deleted":"f","create_datetime":"2018-09-24 20:29:37.47248+02","create_datetime_usertime":"24 Sep 2018 20:29 CEST","thumbnail_url_huge":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/huge/2438/2438858_AmethystMare_vulpine_inclinations_draft_1.jpg","thumbnail_url_large":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/large/2438/2438858_AmethystMare_vulpine_inclinations_draft_1.jpg","thumbnail_url_medium":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/medium/2438/2438858_AmethystMare_vulpine_inclinations_draft_1.jpg","thumb_huge_x":"300","thumb_huge_y":"300","thumb_large_x":"200","thumb_large_y":"200","thumb_medium_x":"120","thumb_medium_y":"120"}],"pools":[],"description":"A man transforms into a fox as magic progresses...\n\n\n---\n\n\nA quickie for inspiration!\n\n\nThis story has been available for early reading one month ago on Patreon! Please check the tiers on the following link if you would like to support!\n\nPatreon: https://www.patreon.com/arianmabe\n\nMy erotic eBooks are available on Kindle and Smashwords worldwide also!\n\nKindle (Alis Mitsy):\nhttps://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GLWQZFP\n\nSmashwords:\nhttps://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/ArianMabe\n\n\nAs always, I am open for commissions! Please see my profile for up to date links and rates! Any topic goes! <3\n\n\nStory © Amethyst Mare / Arian Mabe","description_bbcode_parsed":"A man transforms into a fox as magic progresses...
---
A quickie for inspiration!
This story has been available for early reading one month ago on Patreon! Please check the tiers on the following link if you would like to support!
Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/arianmabe
My erotic eBooks are available on Kindle and Smashwords worldwide also!
Kindle (Alis Mitsy):
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GLWQZFP
Smashwords:
https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/ArianMabe
As always, I am open for commissions! Please see my profile for up to date links and rates! Any topic goes! <3
Story © Amethyst Mare / Arian Mabe","writing":"Vulpine Inclinations\n\nWritten by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)\n\n\nOh, I knew what I was doing. Everyone said I was crazy, but I knew what I was doing, alright, and I knew that I was going to make it. I had to. There was no other option available to me.\n\nI'd spent months too, perfecting the formula. Everyone thought that magic only had uses in battle but they were wrong - oh so very, very wrong. We should have seen that transfiguration had uses outside of warfare but our species was blinded to what should have been and what could have been, the possibilities stretching ahead of us on a path untouched and, I feared, one that would remain untouched at the cost of our progression and development. For we did so love to find new and innovative ways to lop one another's heads off or the like and, well, the fanciful side of magic really had no interest to many in the kingdom.\n\nBut I knew more than them - oh yes! I could do it and I didn't have to ask anyone's permission either to do what I needed to do to take those steps forward all on my own! In my little workshop, out in the forest away from prying eyes, I mixed up what I needed, lips moving fluidly in spells and incantations that no one else would understand - but that did not matter. I understood and I would be the one to take the next step forward, not them.\n\nAnd it worked - oh, how it worked! Herbs scattered beneath my fingers as I fell to the floor, my first view of the space beneath my work bench not entirely the most pleasant as mice scattered from me. Although my herbs and spices and anything else that may or may not be enticing were locked away, they still ventured forth, scurrying through the dust as I heaved for breath, pushing my torso up from the worn, comforting floorboards.\n\nI could do it. The potion worked its magic, tingling through me as if my nerves were shot with electric sparks, a lightning storm taking place within the scope of my body. It could not find freedom, however, and I was forced to twist and writhe without even the semblance of pain, gasping and heaving for breath that was simply not mine to claim. It would never again be mine to claim in the form of a human body, shackled to a life that sought to pull me under, tugging me asunder from my true path.\n\nThe fur erupted quickly, the red as russet and luxurious as I had imagined, seeing this creature streak through the forests. They were not so much of a hindrance out in the wilderness as they were closer to civilisation, rooting through city bins and causing no end of unrest to nobles and lower class families alike. But out where I lived, oh, they were the most beautiful of creatures, small animal hunters that sleuthed through the night with bright eyes and wickedly white tips to their shimmering tails.\n\nAnd I was to become one of them, my human body contorting as bones cracked into a new alignment - the strangest sensation I could have ever imagined without pain. It felt, surely, as if it should have been painful, and yet it was not and nothing I could imagine could formulate that imagined pain out of thin air. I growled, hacking a vocalisation from the back of my throat that was neither human nor animal, spine elongating even as I shrank to my true height, ringing through with exhilaration that simply could not be matched.\n\nMy body was never meant to be on two legs and I rocked forward onto my hands and knees, fingernails curling into small, dark claws designed for digging rather than causing injury, my face bulging out simultaneously so that it was more and more difficult to actually take note of what was happening in my body. A snout popped out as if it belonged there and, truly, it did, the russet muzzle that I'd always dreamed of tipping itself with a moist, soft nose that could smell out rabbits hidden in the soil, tucked away in burrows, just waiting for me to dig them out.\n\nI'd find them!\n\nThe hunter's mind pressed in on mine and I welcomed it gladly as my teeth pulled into sharp canines - no need for puny human molars anymore. My ears too migrated to the top of my head, drawing themselves into points, and I salivated for something more, for sweet berries and Autumn mornings, for digging in the dirt as the moon shone oh so very high above.\n\nMy legs drew up into hocks as if I was standing on my toes, the pads of my forming paws toughening up even as fur flushed down the length of my tail, populating it as one would a city. But the hair would not steal resources and instead warmed me as I stood at a much lower height than I would have as a man, stretching out and taking my first breath as a fox.\n\nAnd yet the transformation was not done yet, my potion working its magic as my fur fluffed up even more thickly, coating me for winter as I yipped and spun in a circle, nearly tipping over onto my nose as I tried and failed to balance. It would come but it was yet another thing I needed to be patient with as I left mortal coils behind, shifting into a form that was more becoming, the boards firm and coarse beneath my dark pads. Specks of black flecked my legs and I panted softly as I lifted each one in turn to inspect, tail flicking gently as a shiver ran down my spine.\n\nI was as I am. And that was more than enough.\n\nThe workshop seemed foreign in its familiarity as I strained to reach up onto my hind legs, checking the work bench meticulously with eyes that seemed to pick up far more detail than human ones. But there was nothing forgotten even if I truly knew and understood that the transformation was far from permanent. But it was merely the first step in becoming so very much more as I trembled and barked a fox's laugh, haunting and echoing in a space that seemed both empty and yet full of promise.\n\nThe world still had so very much more to learn.\n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Vulpine Inclinations
Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)
Oh, I knew what I was doing. Everyone said I was crazy, but I knew what I was doing, alright, and I knew that I was going to make it. I had to. There was no other option available to me.
I'd spent months too, perfecting the formula. Everyone thought that magic only had uses in battle but they were wrong - oh so very, very wrong. We should have seen that transfiguration had uses outside of warfare but our species was blinded to what should have been and what could have been, the possibilities stretching ahead of us on a path untouched and, I feared, one that would remain untouched at the cost of our progression and development. For we did so love to find new and innovative ways to lop one another's heads off or the like and, well, the fanciful side of magic really had no interest to many in the kingdom.
But I knew more than them - oh yes! I could do it and I didn't have to ask anyone's permission either to do what I needed to do to take those steps forward all on my own! In my little workshop, out in the forest away from prying eyes, I mixed up what I needed, lips moving fluidly in spells and incantations that no one else would understand - but that did not matter. I understood and I would be the one to take the next step forward, not them.
And it worked - oh, how it worked! Herbs scattered beneath my fingers as I fell to the floor, my first view of the space beneath my work bench not entirely the most pleasant as mice scattered from me. Although my herbs and spices and anything else that may or may not be enticing were locked away, they still ventured forth, scurrying through the dust as I heaved for breath, pushing my torso up from the worn, comforting floorboards.
I could do it. The potion worked its magic, tingling through me as if my nerves were shot with electric sparks, a lightning storm taking place within the scope of my body. It could not find freedom, however, and I was forced to twist and writhe without even the semblance of pain, gasping and heaving for breath that was simply not mine to claim. It would never again be mine to claim in the form of a human body, shackled to a life that sought to pull me under, tugging me asunder from my true path.
The fur erupted quickly, the red as russet and luxurious as I had imagined, seeing this creature streak through the forests. They were not so much of a hindrance out in the wilderness as they were closer to civilisation, rooting through city bins and causing no end of unrest to nobles and lower class families alike. But out where I lived, oh, they were the most beautiful of creatures, small animal hunters that sleuthed through the night with bright eyes and wickedly white tips to their shimmering tails.
And I was to become one of them, my human body contorting as bones cracked into a new alignment - the strangest sensation I could have ever imagined without pain. It felt, surely, as if it should have been painful, and yet it was not and nothing I could imagine could formulate that imagined pain out of thin air. I growled, hacking a vocalisation from the back of my throat that was neither human nor animal, spine elongating even as I shrank to my true height, ringing through with exhilaration that simply could not be matched.
My body was never meant to be on two legs and I rocked forward onto my hands and knees, fingernails curling into small, dark claws designed for digging rather than causing injury, my face bulging out simultaneously so that it was more and more difficult to actually take note of what was happening in my body. A snout popped out as if it belonged there and, truly, it did, the russet muzzle that I'd always dreamed of tipping itself with a moist, soft nose that could smell out rabbits hidden in the soil, tucked away in burrows, just waiting for me to dig them out.
I'd find them!
The hunter's mind pressed in on mine and I welcomed it gladly as my teeth pulled into sharp canines - no need for puny human molars anymore. My ears too migrated to the top of my head, drawing themselves into points, and I salivated for something more, for sweet berries and Autumn mornings, for digging in the dirt as the moon shone oh so very high above.
My legs drew up into hocks as if I was standing on my toes, the pads of my forming paws toughening up even as fur flushed down the length of my tail, populating it as one would a city. But the hair would not steal resources and instead warmed me as I stood at a much lower height than I would have as a man, stretching out and taking my first breath as a fox.
And yet the transformation was not done yet, my potion working its magic as my fur fluffed up even more thickly, coating me for winter as I yipped and spun in a circle, nearly tipping over onto my nose as I tried and failed to balance. It would come but it was yet another thing I needed to be patient with as I left mortal coils behind, shifting into a form that was more becoming, the boards firm and coarse beneath my dark pads. Specks of black flecked my legs and I panted softly as I lifted each one in turn to inspect, tail flicking gently as a shiver ran down my spine.
I was as I am. And that was more than enough.
The workshop seemed foreign in its familiarity as I strained to reach up onto my hind legs, checking the work bench meticulously with eyes that seemed to pick up far more detail than human ones. But there was nothing forgotten even if I truly knew and understood that the transformation was far from permanent. But it was merely the first step in becoming so very much more as I trembled and barked a fox's laugh, haunting and echoing in a space that seemed both empty and yet full of promise.
The world still had so very much more to learn.
","pools_count":0,"title":"Vulpine Inclinations","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"application/msword","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"0","rating_name":"General","ratings":[],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"t","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"0","views":"92","sales_description":null,"forsale":"f","digitalsales":"f","printsales":"f","digital_price":""}