Changing The Hikers (Transformation, Beast, Non-futa)

Well, at long last I've finally figured out a sequel, of sorts, to Changing The Scouts. This one deals with the same giant fox transformation, although the 'delivery system' is different. This one was actually started before Convicting Emma, but my lengthy writers block stalled it for some time. I finally got off my ass and finished it after I'd completed Emma. Contains TF, Transformation, Gay Sex, Anal, and Giant Foxes. Please comment if you like this story or giant foxes will bite you in painful places.

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CHANGING THE HIKERS

By Hardcover

The trail that the three boys were following was rough and seldom used. But the boys found it surprisingly easy to navigate, despite its inherent remoteness. The trail led into the hills and through the forests of the area, places that rarely if ever saw any human visitation. This had resulted in a plethora of urban legends and myths about the area, ranging from Bigfoot to lost civilizations. The most prevalent of the local tales were of the giant foxes, huge foxes that roamed the hills. The story went that they all used to be people, before something in the woods changed them. As far as this tale went, it differed from place to place, but it included saucy elements of perversion, incest, or homosexuality. The most common of these tales told of people becoming uncontrollably aroused and engaging in one deviant behavior or another before the transformation.

All of this was whispered in hushed tones around camp fires or late at night, but no one admitted to believing in them. Despite that, people seldom ventured into this part of the woods, but the three boys were alone and all by themselves, which was what they wanted. All three of them were taking a break before going back to college and they really felt that they needed something less noisy then your typical spring break. Even though they would miss the sight of naked girls, the peace and quiet appealed to them. Which of course, didn’t stop the three young boys from talking about girls most of the time, but it was good to be by themselves.

As they walked they were surrounded by the sounds of nature. Animals they could not see made their presence known and the sun gently warmed their bodies as they walked along the surprisingly smooth path. The air was crisp and clean, far from the polluted air the boys usually had to breathe.

“You were right, Brian.” Devon was saying, “This was a good idea. These woods are pristine.”

Devon was nineteen, and slightly small boy with dark jet black hair that he wore long over his ears and had a light smattering of freckles under his wide dark brown eyes. He had a young boyish look to him, and his body was lean and soft, not too muscular but not fat or rail thin. He was dressed in a white sleeveless t-shirt that was cut off at the bottom and a pair of cut off jean shorts, comfortable hi