The rocker swayed back and forth. The only sound was that of a gentle suck. I sat in that rocker, nursing my third pup, rocking the small furry babe back to sleep. I had been woken a little after the larger moon had set. The room was dark, lit only by the light from the smaller moon and a gentle breeze moved the curtains. It brought to my nose the scents of forest, lake, and meadow.
I sat there thinking about my life and the changes I had experienced. I stroked my babe’s soft face and muzzle as my mind drifted back to a time 10 or so years ago when this all started. The babe burped and fell asleep against my tit. I smiled down at her and remembered.
I sometimes try and imagine the person I once was and find the memory fading, hard to recapture. I looked at myself now across to the mirror on the wall. In the semi dark room I see a creature that you may think impossible. A humanoid body covered in soft white fur, a head that resembles a fox’s and a long foxy tail with the coloration of an arctic fox, white with black points on my ears and tail tip.
That was the first of many shocks I received when I woke on this world. I found a world filled not with humans but with humanoid animals. Canids, felines, mustilids, marsupials, and all the other forms from the animal kingdoms. There were even some avian and reptiles but they were fewer in number.
Another shock was that I was to discover was that I was no longer male much less human. Being female was not something I could say was in my plans for the future. That was the biggest change for me. I had been male for all of my 25 years prior to the accident. To say the least the change took me a little by surprise.
After 10 years here, it is hard to believe that I’m not a native to this world. My being here was truly not something would do on purpose. Let me try and tell you what happened.
It started about 15 years ago when I was in college at James Madison University. That’s on a world as close as I can determine about 150 light years away from here.
My name was Johnathan Davis. I had always been sort of a computer nerd/physics nut. I spent as much time in the physics labs as I did surfing the net.
I had a rad computer, 450 MHz machine with a 21 gig hard drive and a modem connection that would have raised a few eyebrows if they had been able to trace it. Its amazing what you can find if you’re willing to put the time into hacking NASA’s mainframe. Needless to say I was never caught.
I was also a member of a subculture on the net called furries. They are people into anthropomorphics. Ya I know another long word that’s hard enough to translate. It would take many volumes of books to even try to explain that fully and I don’t have time for that right now. It can be look it up if you really want to know.
Anyway, I was an otter. My character was a Canadian River Otter, 5’10” about 150 lbs. brown with a lighter shade on my neck chest, belly groan and inner thighs. A rather handsome fellow at that if I do say so myself. I went by the name Rock Riverbend.
I fooled around with these people for about 4 years. It would have continued if events hadn’t turned out as they did.
When I wasn’t in lab or class I was on the web sowing my wild oats with any fem furry I could find and a few guys as well that had fem characters. Enough said about that. I had to put him aside after college to work on my physics career.
I wonder if that’s what kept me from going insane when I woke?
I managed to graduate pretty high in my class and got accepted to MIT to get my Master’s and Ph.D. degrees. That’s where the accident occurred and things got interesting.
MIT is an interesting place to live and work. Half the people there don’t live in the real world. They exist in a world of theories and numbers. The other half was getting there.
I had been working as a graduate assistant for a professor studying wormholes. He was trying to warp space and time. I was working the late shift on his latest experiment.
Hey, how was I suppose to know the sun was entering a time of higher than normal solar flair activity and magnetic storm activity.
I had spent a lonely night observing the distortion caused by the reactions of intense magnetic fields. This meant that measurements had to take of the field every so often. An ape could be taught to do this, but the PETA people raised a stink, something to do with cruelty to animals. So they had lowly graduate students doing it.
I was standing no more than 3 feet from distortion field when 8 and a half minutes earlier, the sun’s surface had exploded in an intense solar flair. The magnetic flux would reach as far as Mars and be recorded as the largest in recorded history. Global communications would be down for months.
As I stood watching, sipping my 4th cup of cold coffee. The magnetic flux from the sun and the earth’s combined with the reactor’s flux. It intensified the distortion and shifted it 6 feet to the west. Needless to say I had about a second or so to watch the distortion field suddenly expand and shift towards me. I had time to say “awe fu..” as the field enveloped me.
The explosion in the magnetic flux coils was attributed to a hydrogen leak on the floor below which was studying cold fusion. Several professors and students had been injured in the explosion and one student killed. His body was never recovered and believed destroyed by the explosion.
------------Somewhere a long way from Earth and several dimensions over----------------
You know the line “Second star to the right and straight on till morning”
Tallus, a rather bored male skunk, was observing the distortion fields of magnetic fluxes when something happened that shouldn’t have happened. The field suddenly expanded and exploded in an unbelievably bright flash. The flood of energy far exceeded the capacity of the coils being used.
When he could see again, he looked over at the magnetic coils. They were a molten mess of twisted wire and iron. What really caught his watering eyes was the naked female fox lying unmoving on the floor of the distortion chamber. After picking his jaw off the floor, he hit the alarm and called for the paramedics.
Ten minutes later the paramedics arrived to assess the situation. They found the skunk sitting on a desk in shock babbling about vixens from space.
It took them almost 45 minutes to get the door to the observation chamber open. The door finally opened with a moan and shriek of twisted metal. The paramedics rushed into the chamber and began examining the fox on the floor for injuries.
Professor Claton, a rather plump looking chow, stepped up and grabbed the graduate student skunk by the neck. “What happened to my experiment? It took me months to get enough funding to build them! Ruined all ruined!!!” he yelled at the still stunned skunk. “What were you doing with that fox in here?” The startled skunk tried to stammer his answer when the paramedics placed the unmoving fox on the stretcher.
As they moved the naked fox, she started convulsing, her body arching then curling on the stretcher. The paramedics scrambled to secure the twisting fox before she could injury herself or others. One of the paramedics, a wolf named Tidus, curled into a ball as a flailing paw connected with his crotch.
The other paramedics managed to immobilize the female by the time they got her to the medic transport. It took another 20 minutes to transport the patient to the hospital. The hospital was crowded with the usual patients with their sick cubs. All watched as they wheeled the unconscious fox into the emergency room. They moved her to emergency room 4 where the attending doctor could examine her.
The attending doctor was Dr. O-Hare, a gray hare. After spending a long night treating minor injuries and the sick. He was glad for the change.
The paramedics started giving the doctor the initial medical readings they took on the scene and while in transport. “BP 120 over 90 and steady, heart rate 120 and even, breathing 20 and shallow, eyes dilated and unresponsive, also the patient had a seizures while in transport and had to be restrained.” calmly reported the paramedic as they transferred the fox from stretcher to hospital examination table.
“You better watch those paws, she took Tidus down with one blow.” said a grinning paramedic good naturally.
The exam went on throughout the night, nurses coming and going taking vital signs and blood samples. The vixen had had no more seizures other than the initial one. The Dr. O-Hare was still puzzled as to why she had not regained consciousness, all the vital signs were normal and the initial blood samples came back negative for drugs or alcohol.
The CAT scan had showed no damage and the brain waves looked normal if a little higher. He ordered more tests including a complete blood analysis and neuralgic scanning.
The next day, all the test results were inconclusive, except for anomaly in the hormone levels from the blood samples. In the initial blood samples there was a high level of testosterone and a lack of estrogen but later samples showed a shift to normal estrogen levels and a marked decrease in testosterone. All later blood samples showed normal female hormone levels. It was almost as if the blood chemistry went from male normal to female normal. This greatly confused the doctors and they could not come up with a reason why. The doctors just discounted it as lab error. The patient was definitely female.
There was still no identity to put to the comatose vixen. No arctic fox female had been reported missing and the skunk had been cleared of any wrong doings by the lab’s security cameras, which showed him alone up until all the electronic equipment in that part of the lab had been destroyed by the magnetic flux.
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The nurse had been looking after the female arctic fox for almost two months since she had been found is a physics lab. Aldrea, a female bobcat, shuffled around the vixen’s bed, emptying the catheter bag and turning the patient so no bedsores would form.
The media had run the story the first couple of days. When no one came forward to claim the vixen, the media lost interest. The story receded further and further until it was finally lost when a public transport had failed and crashed kill several aboard and injuring others.
The vixen lay on the hospital bed, draped in a soft pastel blanket. Her arms were laid on top of the blanket by her side. The room was about 3 meters square with a sunny window, which let the morning light into the room.
The nurse looked at the silent fox and sighed. She looked almost on the edge of waking. For the first week, Aldrea had expected the fox to wake any moment, but as the days passed into weeks she grew more somber and sad for the beautiful fox. She looked out the window and saw the pale moon a faint brown yellow in the night sky.
It was going to be a full moon tonight and the second moon was going to be up also. “It would be the perfect night for the Moon Dancers.” she thought as she moved about on her shift.
The Moon Dancers were a group of individuals who could feel the music of the moons when they were high in the night sky. They could dance to that music and call forth its magic. Their numbers had been decreasing as technology grew and prospered. Now no more than a few were born each year to replenish their dwindling number. There were even those who had never seen the dancers dance and call the moon light to their bodies and work their healing magic on the living plants and creatures of the forest.
It was said in the old times before technology, their magic was used to increase crop production, heal injuries, cure the infertile, and most important summon the moon Goddess for her blessings and miracles. The Goddess had not been seen in centuries and was passing into myth.
“Well dear, it looks like it going to be a beautiful night for the dancers tonight.” said the bobcat nurse to her immobile patient. Aldrea always talked to her patients whether they could hear and respond or not. She felt that it was only proper.
Aldrea had been a nurse for almost 5 years now. She had found this job just after she had finished her training.
As she left the room to continue her rounds, she failed to see that the moonlight coming through the window. It moved across the room toward the fox as the moon rose higher in the night sky. It finally touched the bed and crept across it to touch her hand. As the moonlight touched the vixen, her hand started to glow almost with a light of its own. After a few moments the hand twitched and a finger moved. When the moonlight left the hand stilled and moved no more.
-----------------------1 month later---------------------------------
Aldrea was on day shifts now, when she went in to check on the comatose vixen. As she moved about checking the various tubes that kept the fox alive, she noticed a different scent in the room. It was somewhat covered by the scent of the medical cleaner used to keep the room sterile. After a moment Aldrea traced the scent to the vixen. It was the scent of a female fox in heat.
Her patient had come into heat. Most foxes only came into heat once or twice a year, depending on age and whether or not she had birthed a kit recently. Aldrea knew that the heat would run its course in a few days. She looked down on the pale face of the vixen and stroked her chin. After a moment she left to inform the Doctors that the vixen had entered heat and left for the day. A chill ran down her back.
When Aldrea came back the next day, the scent of the fox was almost overpowering to her senses. She wondered how this could happen, she was feline, the canid pheromones should have had no affect on her. The longer Aldrea stayed in the room with the vixen, the more the scent affected her.
She felt her own body respond. Her own sex began to tingle and moistening. The sexual urges overpowered her need to get out of the room and its enveloping scent.
She moaned and ran one paw down her belly in under the waistband of her slacks as the other paw reached to cupped and squeezed her breast. Her mind was awash with fear and lust the scent caused her. She couldn’t help herself but to relieve the urge that built between her legs here and now.
A low growl escaped her lips as her finger parted her mound lips and found the swollen nub of her clit. The growl deepened as she rubbed. She bit her lip as her orgasm overtook her in order to keep from roaring her climax. It seemed to her to last forever, much longer and more intense than any other time she had ever masturbated and climaxed with any lover.
Finally the orgasm eddied and faded. A sign of relief passed her lips.
She slowly removed her wet paw from her panties. The rooms scent no longer had its overpowering effect on her. She looked over at the unconsciousness vixen wondering how her scent could have affected her so.
Aldrea quickly cleaned herself in the room’s bathroom and left the room.
The other staff working that night wondered at the strange mixtures of scents in the room. A mixture of sensual scents filled the room.
Needless to say, the rest of the staff had an erotic weekend for some reason or other as the scent of a vixen in heat worked a sort of sensual magic on the staff.