Dance of an Ottsel
Tess was sitting in her room reading, the sinking sun casting orange light that matched her newly furred form for it had only been a week since her transformation into this apparently glorious design. While the day was busy with research on her own biology, for Ottsels was rare as rare as they are beautiful, she was now stretched out on her comfy pillows with book in hand, but quickly growing board of stories read once too many times she suddenly had a thought flash in her mind, something explicit, something so sweet. Leaning the book on the pillow her hand wondered downwards while the soft, silky feeling of her fresh fur made her more aware of herself, her eyes followed her hand down and filled with curiosity wondered what else might have changed. 
The book lay discarded, her garments too, the chill of night air sends a shiver through  her and down to her tail making it twitch, with underwear gracing one foot she examined herself in the warm light. Different yes but so familiar, slighter warmer than her old with peach fuzz adding an exotic texture and  as she examed futher suddenly something catches her senses and sent her head spinning, her scent. This body's senses was so much stronger than her old and some of the new experiences was nearly overwhelming as sounds and scents came as clear as sight. Even now as her hand explored herself the sweet intoxicating scent of her own body only fanned the flames inside her into so much more, she leaned in wanting to get closer but when she found no resistance she could only stop and stare, inches from herself, and wonder how far she will go.
The room felt so much warmer now and with every heated breath that rolled over her most intimate of areas it also filled her with scents that told so many stories. Dignity now a passing memory and with a lick of lips she closed the gap, it was gentle at first, a passing graze of lips and with the taste igniting further heat inside her as she all but drank in her own pleasures she held nothing back, fingers, tongue, lips, every sense she had indulging between each other as time its self seemed to slow for this most wonderful of moments. It was not too long before she regained some of her mind and slowed her approach in order to truly savour the feelings longer, no longer a test, no longer research of biology either as she discovered entire new worlds to her being that while will not soon be forgotten. It too will be tested over and over, as is her nature, all the while being documented in drawing and writing that betrayed how such knowledge came about.
She swallowed, an addicting cocktail of shame and lust to be sure, while adjusting her posture and lowering her head again in some perverted bow to her own needs as she sighs now ready to spend the rest of the already ending day in such devient indulgence.