A carnival at night. What kind of curses could possibly happen? For this white mage moogle that walked up to one of the several entertainment tents, he knew not much. Any curses could be dealt with by healing magic with ease! Not that there seemed to be anything to worry about. Heck, the carnival was super popular! One of his foxy friends told him he had to try out this attraction. “The mirrors of you.” He said with a tilt of his head. He heard of crazy mirrors before, but from the rumors this ride had? He had to see it to experience it.

With his wings letting him hover up, he put his ticket on the counter and walked in, carrying his large staff while wearing his normal outfit, complete with the white and yellow signature scarf and the blue pompom atop his head.

The moment he walked into the tent, he was greeted with silence, and not just a regular kind of it. No, the sounds from the carnival went deaf, suddenly vanishing as he stepped beyond the entryway. He looked up and spotted various warnings, warnings about how the mirrors showed his real self, his true self, who he was meant to be. “Heh… that’s ridiculous.” He mumbled and glanced around quickly. 

The interior was dark at first. There were plenty of lights up ahead though, complete with a single mirror, a sole solitary mirror that stood on the side of the wall with a plaster above it, one that was impossible to read from where he stood. As Erakir came closer, his large moogle ears twitched. “Magic…” He mumbled to himself. Well, it was natural for such a place to use spells, but the magic he sensed was anything but pure. “I suppose that’s the tricky part about the mirrors. So long as they’re not demonic.” Still, he prepared a spell.

As Erakir stepped towards the first mirror, he paused at his reflection. He saw not a moogle, but a vixen. A tall fox girl, 6’12 by the looks of it, with massive tits, huge bapper paws, and large pawed feet. She stood straight with a huge smile on her face, taking the stance Erakir took, but far from Erakir’s facial reflection.
Curiously, the moogle’s ears twitched, along with the fox girl’s own. He raised his hand, and so did the vixen, mimicking his every movement. “Huh, that’s neat.” He commented. Trick mirrors were fun, but this was on another level.

He then raised his head to the wooden display from earlier. “This is you and your new life. Everything your reflection does, you will do. Everything your reflection feels, you will feel.” With a chuckle, he checked the mirror for magic, finding some arcane about it, but nothing sinister. With a chuckle, Erakir dropped his staff and turned, giving his ass a wiggle and watching the vixen’s massive rear bounce. He slapped his ass, and so too did the vixen. “Mmpph. God, that felt good.” He spoke, pausing as the vixen spoke as well.
That voice. She had a smooth voice, one of silk, and he heard it loud and clear.

Still, a new life? Erakir paid less attention to the vixen and more to the background around her. She appeared to be in a club of sorts, a strip club if he had to guess. Of course, she likely had no magic of her own to speak of. Moreover, she was totally nude! He raised his paw and wiggled his toes, watching her wiggle them in response despite the fact he wore boots. “This is a really good mirror.” He commented, chuckling as the vixen’s voice spoke along with him. Whoever was behind this made this look so convincing! He was tempted to move on to the other mirrors, but before that, he had to try one thing.

The moogle spread his legs and put his hand right onto his crotch. His shaft pulsed and throbbed between his legs, hidden underneath his clothing, yet he was watching the vixen grab her own bare pussy, that bare cunt that seemed so wet with desire. He swore he was as wet as this fox, so much so that he felt the wetness, and the very heat the fox emitted despite it being merely a reflection! “Mmmph. What would happen if I just…” He glanced to the left, and then to the right. Nobody around, and no cameras in sight.
He pulled down his pants just enough to show that white moogle shaft, fully erect and ready for entertainment. He wrapped his fingers around it and watched as the vixen seemingly grabbed a ghost cock in front of her, grinning at Erakir, something he merely dismissed as his own reflection grinning back at him. “Heh. So you can’t copy EVERYTHING I do.” He stroked himself slowly before regaining his composure. Sure, this was erotic, but he had standards!

Before the moogle stepped away from the mirror, he grabbed onto his chest and watched as the fox held onto her own. He moved his hands up and down, watching the vixen’s huge tits move with her. “She’s got really huge bapper paws…” He said to himself, that shaft of his stiff and eager at the sight of this woman. “How I’d love to feel those on my chest.” Admittedly, as he stroked his chest, he swore he could almost feel the very weight of those tits, and the huge giant hands stroking him. The mirror didn’t only look real, it gave off a very real impression!

With a grin on his face, the moogle walked away and covered himself up. He swore he was leaving something behind. Stranger yet, he struggled to pull those pants up, but he blamed it on the erection. His pompom bobbed up and down in front of his vision as he marched along to the next room. ‘My shirt feels weird too…probably nothing. Hm…am I forgetting something?’ He swore he was fully equipped, yet he had nothing in his hands… With a casual shrug, he continued onwards, wondering what he would see next. As he moved on, he adjusted that shirt, feeling an odd… sensitivity in his chest against that tighter fabric.

It wasn’t long before Erakir arrived at a pair of closed curtains with another sign. “Part these curtains and enjoy the scenery of what your new life will be.” He commented. Funhouse mirrors were one thing, but now he pondered what might await him at the other end of these curtains. As he stepped forward, he reached down and rubbed his feet uncomfortably. His clothes didn’t feel right, yet he hesitated to remove anything in this place. Sure, it was a funhouse meant for adults, but still. “Uhn… maybe I should take these off after…put them in my bag, they’ll be fine in there.” That small pouch, the small bag that held everything he didn’t want, including his extra inventory. Yes, he’d have to store his uncomfortable clothes in there. Not his scarf though! That scarf went so well with his blue and white fur. “After I see what’s in here.” With a deep breath, he parted the curtains and stepped forward.

A blinding light surrounded the moogle, a light which quickly faded. Soon, loud thumping music played all around. Erakir slowly opened his eyes and spotted himself on top of a stripper club’s stage, right next to the pole in fact! Around him he spotted all sorts of empty chairs, yet there was the noise of a crowd cheering which surrounded him. This…this was the life he was destined to have? He turned around and walked back, parting the curtain only to be met with a solid brick wall. He put his paw on it and frowned at the cold sensation. “Real…but how did I get here? An illusion maybe?” He wished he had the ability to dispel it. He was a white mage, but not that high a level of one! He glanced around and felt up the pole, hopped down onto the ground and examined the chairs, the bar, and the shelves which lacked a drink he could very much use now. “Everything feels real… but there’s no way back out of here, and nobody is watching me either.” It was almost eerie in a way, yet he also felt home, as if he belonged here.

Just then, the music changed. A low bass hit the floor, creating a beat that caused seemingly everything to vibrate around the moogle. He watched as the tables jumped to the rhythm, and his own rear bounced with it. Every thump, he found his ass thrust back for only a mere moment before lowering back down, only to raise again. “Uhn… this music… it’s making me so… hot.” He held onto his head and stumbled back to the stage. His top raised up, and his pants pulled down.

The moogle bounced back onto the stage with the help of his wings. His rear thrust itself up against that pole, and he bounced his ass up and down it. His lips parted, and he moaned softly. “W-why does this feel so good…why can’t I stop it?” His pants slid down more and more, only stopping at his feet, his poor paws covered by those shoes which felt so constrictive. He had to remove them. He heard a crowd cheer in excitement as his bare bottom exposed itself to the world along with that cock once more. 

The moogle kicked off his shoes and let them fly into the empty seats with a grin on his face. He wiggled those paws, the same digits that he swore looked so much larger, but he didn’t care. This was starting to get fun! He threw his pants off, hearing more cheers from the crowd. Lastly, he grabbed his shirt and pulled it off, letting two small tits bounce into view, a B cup on a moogle that was now a good foot taller. The now naked Erakir grabbed the pole and spun around, flapping his wings wildly and happily, throwing caution to the wind as he danced the night away!

After some time dancing, Erakir slowed as he begun to realize what exactly was going on. He was at the carnival, inside a tent that showed him who he really was, who he was meant to be. He looked up and spotted the fabric from the cloth, something off from the rest of the night club. He then looked down at himself with a frown. He was undoubtedly taller, a good two feet for that matter, and he had a B cup pair of tits with a cock erect and pulsing, begging to cum. “God, I look like…a woman, kupo.” He cupped his tits and shuddered, a female moogle, but with a cock. He even had the ass and the curves of a developing woman, yet it all felt so right for some strange reason. “Okay, it’s just the tent with it’s magics.” He wished he had some form of white magic to dispel this. Oh if only he had specialized deeply as a white mage! No, he was a beginner white mage and a skilled dancer. Speaking of which…
“Where are my clothes?”

The naked moogle, a mixture of male and female, looked all around, yet there was not a single speck of his clothing to be found. He was as nude as the day he was born, and in a body where he tried to keep his chest covered, made slightly easier by his hands being larger than before, though also thicker. “Ugh…” His pompom bobbed up and down as he walked out the only way out of the room, out into the next part of the tent. “My future life better not consist of being nude all the time.” He grumbled. At the very least, there was nobody to see him.

The very next room looked like a simple ordinary bedroom with the exception being a doorway on the other side, and a very large mirror that took up the portion of one of the walls. Erakir looked at the mirror and quickly turned away. He recalled that fox from before, the very fox creature he once was in the first mirror, and now the strip club he just walked through! He turned his head and realized the door was gone, forcing him to go forward through the room if he wanted to get out. “Kupo… I knew any magic, I would totally get out of here.” He swore he knew it at one point, even just the basics, yet nothing came to mind. He was a dancer, a very exotic one at that. It was easy to get clients as a moogle with ass and tits like his, they were hard to come by! People would hold his wings while humping that ass, making his pompom bob up and down… it was so hot! 

With a deep breath, Erakir walked into view of the mirror. He turned to see the reflection and, rather than seeing that vixen right in front of him, he saw that fox on the bed with a lustful gaze over at Erakir. He stepped out of the mirror’s line of sight, and that fox vanished as soon as she appeared. “What…?” More magic tricks, no doubt. The fox doing everything he did was impressive, but watching her on the bed was something else. As he stepped into view of the mirror once more, there she was, a  seven foot tall vixen with big bapper paws lying on the bed with her ass in the air.
He heard the door open and it was enough to send him jumping and his wings fluttering. Unfortunately due to his size, those wings were hardly enough to keep him even hovering. He landed on that inflated ass with a thud and watched as a creature, a male wolf anthro by the looks of it, got onto the bed behind the vixen. It looked like something out of a porno, and Erakir was getting a front view! Yet, as he looked to the bed, he swore the top was pushed down in just the right areas, as if they really were there.

Erakir tried to rush to the other door, but froze in his steps the moment the wolf anthro stroked the ass of the fox. He swore there was a paw on his behind, yet as he turned around he saw nothing, nobody behind him. Back at the mirror it was undeniable that the wolf felt this big titted vixen up, and Erakir was feeling what that fox felt! Those soft warm hands on her ass, and then her tits, he felt it all, along with a growing wet sensation between his legs. He still had his cock, a quick reach down to his balls confirmed that, but he also had something more there. “What…what are you doing?” He panted. He fell back against the very bed in the reflection, his eyes glued to the duo.

Rather than respond, The vixen merely spread her nether lips, and Erakir sensed something spreading between his legs… and when that wolf thrust into that fox, the moogle yelped before unleashing a soft moan. “A-ahn! W-what…Kuuupo.” He fell against the bed in the exact same position as that vixen, all while the wolf pounded that woman. The sensation of having something thrust so deeply inside of him, all in a hole he didn’t even have was something else! He closed his eyes and gripped the sheets, begging for it to end as his furry rear wiggled in the air, yet the pounding continued. Again and again, that wolf thrust deeply in the cunt of the fox, and each time Erakir found himself pushed forward with the force. “I can’t… you need…uhnn.” He held onto his shaft and stroked it in sync with the humping of that wolf. Whatever dark magics were going on, he knew he had to put a stop to it. But…maybe after this.

With one howl from the wolf, he soon felt his insides being flooded with cum, in that same lack of a hole he had, yet the feelings were all too real. With a moan himself in a light voice that sounded just like how he imagined the fox would, he came with that wolf, unleashing his seed onto the bed. With every pump and pulse of his cock it shrank down more and more, soon retracting into that imaginary hole he had and creating a real one, a real vagina slick and tight with its walls stretched by something. 
Then, as soon as it had started, it was over. Erakir slowly opened his eyes and saw the wolf was gone. He laid in bed with his ass high in the air, looking at that fox reflection that was now behaving just like him, doing everything he did, which was right now lying in bed recovering from that intense, if brief, moment of sex.

The moogle slowly pulled himself up with a deep sigh. His body had felt as if it underwent a rough round of sex and, as he glanced at that form, he saw nothing that said he was male. He was a moogle still, but a female one loud and proud. His tits were at least a C cup, and those curves were thoroughly defined with that ass. He had a feminine slit between his legs perfect for taking cocks, along with large paws that would be lucky to fit in any normal shoes. For all intents and purposes, he was still a moogle. That pompom, those wings, they were still there. However, he was more than twice his normal size, and those wings hadn’t grown with him meaning the wings were more for show than anything. More than that, he had the signs of a tail growing outwards, a longer fluffier tail than what a moogle might have.
“Kupo…” He mumbled quietly. “I gotta fix this somehow…but first I have to find a way out of here.” He knew there was no way to go but forward though, it was merely a matter of preparing. As he walked forward, that slit between his legs grew with arousal and need, something he suppressed easily for now, yet it was undeniable what it wanted.

Erakir stepped into the next room and felt a sense of relief. Here he was now in an alleyway! He was sure he just parted a pair of curtains in the tent and this led him to this dark and creepy alley, but he’d take it over being in that tent! He proudly marched along right in front of a mirror, and paused as he saw the fox girl once more, only to look down at himself and chuckle. Sure, his body wasn’t right. He had a pair of tits that many would envy, but he still had his wings! He was pretty sure he also had a pompom, but that was nowhere to be found. Well, regardless, he knew the mirror was nothing short of a trick. He was a moogle, a tall and sexy one at that, the biggest moogle around with assets to show which went well with his dancing class! “I’m surprised they still have magic here.” He said with a laugh. He put his hands behind his head and looked up…and then froze.

The chill of the night air and scenery of brick buildings around him told him that he was in an alleyway, yet the top of the tent was unmistakable. “Another illusion from that vixen’s life.” The strip club felt like ages ago, yet being in there felt much more comfortable than this. He was about to move beyond the mirror before he saw a large cock appear in the mirror. Rather, it was from the reflection, right in front of that vixen that imitated him, a large cock poking out in front of the fox to do various… things to. He already pictured it all in his head what he could do, and he soon found himself on his knees, tall enough that he had to bend down to get to that crotch. “What…am I doing.” He muttered. The fox wasn’t controlling him. No, he was doing this all on his own. There was no cock of any sort in front of him, yet there was a human shaft in front of that fox.

Erakir parted his lips and moved down. He closed his mouth and watched as his reflection, that fox image of his, took that cock in her mouth fully. He moved his mouth up and down with his eyes locked on the mirror as that reflection gave the mysterious cock a blowjob. Yet oddly enough… he could taste it despite not having anything in his own mouth. The salty taste of that shaft, the throbbing and pulsing along his tongue, he felt it all. He closed his eyes and let out a soft muffled moan. He found he had to move back and forth even farther as his nose pushed out, but he didn’t care. His hands reached out and stroked the nonexistent balls in front of him, a sensation he once again felt the fox doing, big giant bapper paws stroking those balls as he sucked off whatever the hell was in front of him, it didn’t matter.

Erakir’s large ears flickered as his body changed. He knew he was a she, and she was… she swore she was male not moments ago, wasn’t she? She tried to think back to the stripper club where she tossed aside all of her clothing. Her job, her career. Yes, showing off those tits and ass felt right, and men didn’t have assets like her! She continued to suck off that invisible cock with a smile forming on her stretching muzzle. Whatever this reflection did, she was…almost envying it. She almost wanted to jump right in that mirror and take the fox’s place. That strange fox who was so tall. Erakir was around 5 or so feet, a very tall stature for a moogle, but she wasn’t all moogle, she was so much more. She was part…. Part… it didn’t matter. What was more important was this shaft.

She closed her eyes as that cock unleashed it’s seed into her maw. While it was a shaft only in the reflection, she swore the taste of that salty seed flowed onto her tongue, which she so easily swallowed, savoring the sensation of something that never should have been. As she slowly opened her eyes and looked at the mirror, she saw a reflection that looked like the fox from earlier, but with moogle traits, the traits she herself knew she had. Those large ears and that small frame, there was no doubt this was her own reflection now. “I know I’m part fox, and a stripper at that, but…” She looked at her big paws, those big pawed toes that were the envy of her friends, complete with her paws that were hardly useful for grabbing anything except something between the legs of someone. “This isn’t right, but…it feels just so…kuuu….mmm? What was I saying? Some…silly moogle thing? Heh, naw that’s not me.” Proudly, Erakir walked to the next room with that tail behind her growing and swaying, sticking up prominently in the air for any and all to see that inviting plump ass. She was short, but she didn’t let that stop her!

Once out of the alleyway room, Erakir arrived in the final room, a room with the mirror and this time, a real person standing there, a fox anthro, a male one at that showing his cock with a smile on his face. This fox looked so familiar, yet they were also nude… well, Erakir knew a lot of foxes. She herself was one so it was natural! Still, this one with two tails… but that grin looked off, as if he wasn’t QUITE the fox she was expecting. “What are you doing here?” She asked, her voice cracking. This was the first real person she had seen in this weird place, and boy did he have a cock that needed tending to!

“I’m just here waiting for my pawjob from those big bappers of yours.” The fox calmly replied with a chuckle. “And afterwards we can use that tight little cunt of yours if you’re up for another round.”

Erakir’s heart skipped a beat. She turned her head and glanced back before looking forward and seeing a sign for the exit. All she had to do was rush out and she’d be done, out of this carnival, yet there was a fox in front of her with a cock begging for attention. Her paws had swollen immensely, at least size 20 for shoes, not that any would fit with how large her digits were. Her hands were much the same with that gloves would never fit her, and she’d likely never be able to work at a computer with her lack of dexterity. Not that she needed one, she had a great stripper job complete with taking clients in the back, and here was one client right now! Yet, why did things feel so off?

Erakir took one look in the mirror and saw her foxy reflection look back, all while being able to compare herself to the fox in front of her. She was taller than that fox, standing at around 7 feet in length. She was taller than so many of her clients. She lacked wings and a pompom, but these were things she should have lacked, the mere idea of bringing them up was silly! “Oh, my head…” Her voice cracked, a deep feminine tone smooth as silk. “Mmm…yes your cock does need attention, as all dicks do, yet…” She stepped back, her large fox tail behind her swishing from side to side slowly.

“You’re not thinking clearly because you haven’t given me a pawjob.” The fox replied to Erakir calmly. “You don’t remember a LOT about your life because you haven’t had a good proper fucking in a few hours!” The fox sat down on the ground and spread his legs. “Come on, once you get started, you’ll remember everything about your current life and forget about that one weird life you THOUGHT you had!”

Erakir stepped up to that fox and got onto her knees. She reached up and grabbed the cock with her two large bappers as best as she could. Yes, with these or with the ones on her feet, this felt so right. The soft throbbing sensation of that shaft against her paw pads was an amazing sensation, and so familiar at that! She didn’t even think about doing this, she merely did it! “Well, you’re right about that.” Erakir replied as she began moving those paws up and down that cock, a cock that was large, yet her bappers were almost larger than the length of it! “I do feel better, but… things feel so wrong. I’m in a circus tent, aren’t I? So what are you doing here?”

“There you go thinking again. You need to stop that.” The fox replied, thrusting his hips into Erakir’s hands. “Your name is Vixy, you’re a big pawed fox slut, that’s all you need to know. If you want to know more? This carnival’s ride was giving you the experience of living another life, the life of some lame moogle.”

A lame moogle? Yes, that sounded familiar. She recalled a bit about the moogle, but not too much. Bits and pieces, like important parts of that life, as if the entire livelihood of that moogle was little more than a simulation that she was getting out of .What was that moogle’s name? She knew it had a pompom and wings, and those things were just silly! No, she had big paws, huge tits, and a nice supple ass with a swishing tail always stuck up high in the air, inviting all to come see her big round supple butt. “You’re uh…real then?” She still had to ask.

“There you go thinking too much again. Just do what feels natural.” The fox grabbed Erakir’s..no…Vixy’s cheeks and pulled her up. She put her fox muzzle up to his and gave her a deep loving kiss, holding her close and wrapping his arms around that supple rear, giving it a happy squeeze.

What felt natural? As Erakir was forced into that kiss, she soon found her lips moving toward him and kissing right back. Her big paws hugged him tightly while her pawpad feet wrapped around his shaft and her thick round ass placed itself in his lap. That small cunt of hers grew wet with lust, with need, and she remembered the reflection of herself from before, spotting a bizarre moogle thing with crazy-ass magic. No, that’s not who she was! She was Vixy, and right now the one thing that felt natural to do, the thing that felt right to do, was to kiss this unnamed fox deeply and solve that throbbing issue between his legs, starting a process that reminded her of just who she was…a foxy slut named Vixy.

Vixy walked out of that tent nude, but she didn’t care. That white and orange fur was hot on summer days like this, it was good to not wear anything! She turned back to the circus tent and giggled. “Living the life as someone else, that was so weird. I remember being a moogle with that pompom and wings but his life was soooo boring. I like this one much better!” Her life as a stripper and someone who, if paid just a little extra, would happily take a customer behind the stage and give them whatever form of sex they wanted. Her bare paws softly padded against the ground as she walked off back to her home. She couldn’t wait to tell her friends about this place! Maybe they needed to experience what a new life was like too. She even had one particular friend in mind.