[This story contains Gender Transformation, Age Regression, and Fox Transformation themes.]
Orphaned and untrusting of people after being abused by his foster parents, David runs away from his orphanage and soon finds himself being spirited away by...
All of my efforts to get ane to play with me had finally paid off, she had said yes! Leaving me waiting for her to fulfill that promise.
Ane gave me a stuffed rabbit that was actually made with real rabbit fur to play with. By instinct, I put it in my mouth and played with it by shaking it and tossing it in the air. My fox senses had completely taken over my young kitsune brain, fueling me with a deep desire to hunt and eat raw meat.
Even if ane never came to play with me today, the treasure that she had knitted for me was worth every minute of pleasure that it gave me. It was my sincere gift, and I treasured it and guarded it. Unwilling to give it up to anyone.
Ane sat down, fluffing out her white tail out to the side as she then stacked a few wooden spelling blocks, challenging me to make my stack even taller than hers. I tried over and over, but my coordination and perception were terribly limited as the wooden blocks fell over. Oneechan was indeed better than me.
Once I was bored, we moved onto pouncing and then pretending. Oneechan made a great teacher and friend. And Okaasan watched over my shoulder, amazed with how far I have progressed.
Okaasan then sat down with ane and me as she read us a story about the foxes' wedding. It went something like this:
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'Once upon a time there was a young white male fox, whose name was Fukuyémon. When he had reached the fitting age, he shaved off his forelock and began to think of taking for himself a beautiful bride.
The old vixen, his mother, resolved to give up her inheritance to her son, and retired into private life; so, the young fox, in gratitude for this, labored hard and earnestly to increase his patrimony.
Now it happened that in a famous old family of foxes there was a beautiful young lady-fox, with such lovely fur that the fame of her jewel-like charms was spread far and wide. The young white fox, who had heard of this, was bent on making her his wife, and a meeting was arranged between them.
There was not a fault to be found on either side; so, the preliminaries were settled, and the wedding presents sent from the bridegroom to the bride's house, with congratulatory speeches from the messenger, which were duly acknowledged by the person deputed to receive the gifts; the bearers, of course, received the customary fee in copper cash.
When the ceremonies had been concluded, an auspicious day was chosen for the bride to go to her husband's house, and she was carried off in solemn procession during a shower of rain, the sun shining all the while. After the ceremonies of drinking wine had been gone through, the bride changed her dress, and the wedding was concluded, without let or hindrance, amid singing and dancing and merry making.
The bride and bridegroom lived lovingly together, and a litter of little foxes were born to them, to the great joy of the old granddame, who treated the little kits as tenderly as if they had been butterflies or flowers.
