[b][u][center]Flaring Temptations For Rayoelgatubelo By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Zora, mother of one and former wife to a rather mad kitsune, had locked herself away for another trying period. If she could make it through without losing control again, if she could hold together and not lose all her self-control, all her humanity, she might, might, be on the way to attaining a human form. And better still, leaving behind the depravity that she had embraced. She leaned against the stone wall behind her, holding her arms over her middle as she felt the need bubbling up inside of her. The heat was already there, the rutting need of a beast surging through her womb and flaring down to her pussy lips. She could feel the juices soaking the inside of her clothes, the heat spreading along her flesh and leaving her whimpering, gasping with need as she felt it continue to grow. [i]Hold on. If you can just...hold on…[/i] This was nothing but the bestial urge, nothing but the rutting need that her species was horribly known for. The inner kitsune, the beast that drove her husband and her to do...such horrible things… She growled deep in her throat, trying to keep it out of her head. Even now, years later, buried under the guilt, she could feel the urges that it had given her. She could remember how wet she’d been, during the act and before it. She could remember squirting and painting the entire room with her juices. She could remember her husband egging her on, pushing her to do worse and worse… [i]No more. No more.[/i] But her pussy was still empty, and her body was still on fire. Zora slid down the wall, panting, huffing and puffing as the urge to touch herself kept climbing. Her body was in flames, her pussy dripping, almost squirting out stuff when she clenched down on the nothing inside of her. Her nipples were hard and pressed flush against the fabric of her shirt, and even that light touch was almost enough to give her the pleasure and the release that she craved. Almost. Almost. The human woman leaned her head back, whimpering as she clenched her teeth together so tight that she worried that one or two might break. Her fingers curled into an imitation of claws, raking over her arms as she felt so...empty. So hot. So needy. [i]No...no...don’t give in…[/i] she tried to tell herself even as her legs started to part on their own. The pressure of her pants against her, the rubbing of the cotton and the silk down there, almost left her gasping. She gushed more, her pants almost completely soaked through. The hot, painfully needy smell of a kitsune in heat was already filling the room, and she knew that she wouldn’t be able to resist for much longer. How long? A day? Maybe slightly more to reach this point of need? She couldn’t remember, couldn’t tell. It had been longer than she had made it before, though. In the past, she had given in at less than an hour into it. Now… [i]Oh god, how do humans resist this?[/i] They didn’t, was the answer. They didn’t have the animal inside, the stupid, horrible, hunting thing that craved prey to satisfy itself. Both for food and for...other things… Zora’s hands were moving down. She would have sat on them, except they would have had perfect access to other parts of her body. She groaned, shaking her head, almost tempted to slam her head against the stone wall and knock herself out. That wasn’t allowed, though. If she was going to overcome her nature, she needed to face it. Not run from it. And it wasn’t like she had much choice, anyway. [i]The fur...the fur…[/i] She couldn’t resist the transformation. Not this far into her heat. She could slow it down, fight it for a while, but now, it was slowly creeping over her. Her face was cracking, her nostrils flaring as the face of a vixen gradually consumed the face of a human. As her muzzle started pushing out, as her face started breaking down, cracking and reforming, she could feel the rest of her body warping to fit it. Her legs were extending, her toes fattening and her heel lifting from the ground. Crick, crack, crick went the bones as they rearranged, grew, shifted, snapped, reattached to each other. Soft fur started to sprout from the tops of her feet, running up her legs bit by bit, poking through the fabric of her pants, just as the fur running out of her arms and her back were doing to her shirt. It wasn’t the end of the transformations, though. Not content merely with robbing her of her humanity, her transformation filled out her chest, too, flooding her breasts and making them bigger, heavier, more swollen. Her shirt distended in the front, sagging down under the weight of the bigger breasts, rips forming along the tight cloth, tears starting to leave holes in every possible crack and angle. Zora’s breath was coming faster and faster, puffing through her nose and leaving her all the more aware of her own scent. The smell got stronger as her tails pushed out, as they ripped through the back of her pants, the four writhing limbs spreading out around her. “Nnngh...mmmph...ah!” She screamed as she felt her spine crack, falling onto her back as she thrust her hips forward. Her body was still changing, still shifting as her ears grew up to the top of her head, as her tails pushed out and grew longer, longer, and longer still. She rolled onto her belly, unable to help herself as she humped against the air, her body striving for the stimulation that she had kept denying it. Her fingers kept moving, running down her sides to the shreds of her pants, lingering over the moisture-damaged panties that she had been wearing. Had been, because the transformation had utterly ruined them. They were destroyed, shredded, completely ripped apart by her new size. Her pussy was pressed right against one of the biggest hole, her slit on stark display. [i]Nothing is stopping me…[/i] That was the beast, she knew, but the hunger, the heat, the need...it was too strong for any mortal to resist, and her hands were no longer in her own control anymore. Zora whimpered as she watched her hands go between her legs. Two fingers on her left hand spread her pussy lips wide, and the touch of cold air on her sex nearly pushed her over the edge. The young kitsune screamed in need, thrusting towards the empty air. “I need it...I need it...I NEED IT!” She screamed again as she shoved three fingers into herself, desperately fingering her pussy and fucking herself on her digits. In and out, in and out it went, always getting louder and thicker and wetter. She could hear every squelch, every hot, wet splash that her fingers made going into her body, and she screamed more, begging for the orgasm that was coming. Now that she was no longer punishing it, her body seemed more than willing to give her what she needed. One, two, three - “NNNNNGH!” She came, seizing up around her fingers as she howled and barked and yipped like the fox she was. Zora cried through the pleasure, her eyes closing into tight little slits as she tried not to think about what she’d just done. How she was so weak that she gave into it again, unable to stop herself. It was a horrible thought. Horrible. [i]I can’t...I can’t resist...I'm still...a monster…[/i] And her hand didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. Heat wasn’t assuaged by a single orgasm. It demanded more. Much more. She moaned as she rolled around onto her knees, her hips and ass hiking up and thrusting back. Her body burned on the inside, her womb feeling empty, needy, craving for the seed of a male. Impossible as that was, it would settle for more pleasure. More orgasms. More release and relief from the tightness in there. The kitsune slammed her fingers in deeper, adding a fourth to the rough use she was putting herself through. The guilt was still there, but it was slowly burying itself beneath the dumb need of the vixen that she’d become again. Slowly, the monster was taking control, pushing for more of what it had always wanted. Guilt would come again, but all that mattered now was climax. In and out, in and out, her palm spanking her clit while her fingers delved deeper and deeper. Her slippery juices ran down her fingers, pooling in the palm of her hand, slipping down her arm and then dripping down to the floor below. “Yes...yes...almost...almost…” Her tails had gone mad, running up and down her body, lifting her head up, even going so far as to imitate pulling her hair, as if she had someone behind her to rut her properly. Zora moaned, her pink fur matting to her back as she sweated up a storm from putting herself through this. In and out, in and out, in and out her fingers went, almost managing to get her thumb in. She could feel the tightness, the stretch, the hot heat around her fingers right up until - POP! It was the closest thing that she was going to get to a knot in here, and it was more than enough to push her over the edge again. The kitsune arched her back, squirting and clenching, spraying the room with her scent. She fell over, landing on her side, her hand locked inside of her spasming slit. And even then, even with all that, she still needed more. Zora cried as her hand moved of its own accord, trying to soothe an ache that would never leave her. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]