The Allure of Aurora

By Fern

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Some people say that living in a smaller town leads to a much simplier and thus enjoyable life. That's not the case for Jon. In small Alaskan town where he lives, most of the males are rough and rugged men who have lived a life at sea. The place, though not famous, is well-known for raising some of the best fisherman that can rough even the iciest of waters.

Unlike most of the men in town, Jon doesn't have a rugged body or a tough-as-nails attitude. In fact, due to the cruel teasing of his classmates, he rather be a girl. Jon was born with a much more petite physique due to the genes of his great-grandparents and malnutrition problems at birth. He does have a slightly muscular build one would expect from an outdoorsman, but he's barely half the strength of the other males. As a result, he was often teased as "Jon the Jellyfish."

His parents treated him well though and his father assured him that his great-grandfather went through the same trouble. He grew up to be the captain of a boat. "One day," he would say to Jon after another story of family history. "Those men will have to listen to you, and they will regret ever crossing you."

The thing is though, Jon doesn't want to follow the family trade of being a fisherman. He would rather live in the outdoors near the trees. He always had a fascination with the forest in the outskirts of town. With the few friends he had in school, they would explore the woods together. They would camp for days on end, although his friends were puzzled why Jon would never hunt with them. Jon understands that a small town in the snowy fields needs food, but he doesn't have the heart to kill another creature. He loves the forest in a different way: its beauty and majestic views.

Now 25 years, Jon owns his own cabin on the outskirts of town. Being a social outcast among most of the males, Jon hasn't had a permanent position in any job. He ends up doing any sort of odd job that someone doesn't have the time to finish. The people who used to mock him still like to tease him by giving him jobs that require intense physical labor such as hauling away the weekly catch to the trucks. They even make bets if Jon can finish it under a certain time. Jon knows taking the jobs only fuels their behavior, but he really needs the money. The barber has been generous to Jon though. In fact, he would hire him if he had the funds to give him a salary, but the minimum wage in Alaska is just too much for a small-town barber's budget.

On days off, when he can afford it, Jon would love to hike in the woods just like in his school days. He would love to stuff a backpack full of food, bring out his old tent, and rest again at one of his favorite camping spots to count every star in the sky. Unfortunately, he can't afford to have two days off in a row, so he can only hike for a few hours. Ever since his 15th birthday when his mother bought him a digital camera, he would take pictures of his most favorite views and post them on a poster of the town map. Sometimes, he wished the town was more popular with the tourists that he could someday run a camping ground. He could even sell lessons to teach tourists all that his father taught him about outdoor survival.

What he doesn't know is that one of the citizens of the forest has taken a notice to his gentle soul.

During a breezy August, Jon decides to take a new route to one of his usual spots to see if he could find anything new to photograph. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots a red fox. Before he could react to her though, she takes a bite at his ankle and runs off! Jon collapses on the floor as he snatches his ankle. She bit pretty hard as it is hard to put almost any kind of pressure on it. He starts to panic. *Did it have rabies*, he checks himself. *Foxes don't usually attack humans unless they have a mental disease.*

Jon tries to stand on his good foot, but ended up clutching his stomach as he falls over again. A strong wave of shivers travels down every nerve of his spine, making him hyperventilate. He feels goosebumps as the roots in his arms start to shift into a different kind of hair. More holes appear all over his skin as it starts to shift to a bright peach tone. Jon can only stare at his arm in awe as he sees the new "hair" cluster together to show a red color. "T-the hell," was all Jon could stutter.

He can feel his legs changing as he heard sharp pops! Strangely, it didn't really hurt, but it felt pretty damn awkward. The toes of his boots slowly pop open, not designed for the long plantigrade paws that ripped though. His fingernails start to sink into his skin, thinning out into fresh, sharp claws.

Jon discovers the most surprising change at his chest as he tried to grab at his heart. He felt a lump there, two actually. As he cups them in his palms, he can feel them starting to plump outwards. "I... I have *breasts*!?"

Just as Jon exclaims this, he feels a third and bigger sphere bulging out: his belly. It slowly starts to trudge forward as if his digestive tract kicked into overdrive. He can feel a concerning, yet soothing sensation down his legs as his thighs started to plump out. His pant legs lift up, making as if he's wearing a pair of curvy ankle pants rather than manly and rugged jeans. Just as Jon thinks he couldn't get any more fatter, he hears an embarrassing rip. Turning his head around, he sees his jeans have split open at the back-middle seam due to his scrumptious and curvaceous rump.

With all the fur-growing, bone-cracking, pudge-growing, and girl-forming, Jon passes out from the shock of surprise and his wish coming true in way he never imagined.

The shadow of a wolf looms over Jon as she kneels to his side...

Jon usually wakes up with vigor every early morning. This time, he clutches the back of his head as he moans. He feels like someone gave him a haymaker in the back of his head with a glove filled with horseshoes. The first thing he notices as his vision started to clear up was an anthro wolf standing in front of him. Her lavender fur blurs like the surface of a lake as it settles into the shape of a plump and luscious woman. Purple strands of hair slide down the sides of her head, complementing the hue of her fur. Her breasts rest on top of her belly as gently as the smile on her face. She must be a natural husky-type body as it is perfectly taut. There's no hint of her figure sagging with any sort of wrinkles.

The second thing he notices is that red snout sticking out in front of his face is still there.

Gasping, Jon pats all over his body to find that he is an anthro too! A vixen that's in the same shape as the wolf in front of her. He grasps his own breasts, giving them a little squeeze. He gasps as he feels the fat and a shiver down his spine all the way to the tip of his tail. This isn't any sort of surgery. These are *real* breasts. Jon's thoughts were swirling, but one thought did come out clearly: *when I said I wished to be a girl, I didn't think God would take me seriously on that!*

"Oh," the wolf smiles even warmer. "You're finally awake. I thought your good health would let you not experience too much stress from the transformation. Sorry about that!"

Jon just blinks at the wolf. He, well a she now, never had seen an anthro before. He has heard of them, but never saw them all of his years of being in the forest. *Wait*, Jon realizes. *She did this?*

The wolf continues to smile, giggling a bit to how surprised and naive Jon was acting. "My name is Aurora," she continues. "And I'd like to offer you something that you always wanted..."

Jon and Aurora are property of Marie Renarde of Mystic Fox Art Works

2011 © Fern (Pen name.)