You Crazy Bastard... This Turns You On Even More?
I kept the drawing stream going, watching my viewers spiral into their usual brand of insanity — until a bizarre sensation shot through my tail and I killed the broadcast on the spot.
A tingling jolt. Senses far more sensitive than usual. Something was seriously wrong. I bolted to the mirror and checked myself over.
"...What the hell is this?"
My face was wrong. My skin, my body — all of it was wrong.
"Why is my face a fox? No, wait — it's too human to be a full fox, but..."
I wondered if I'd drunk something weird and was seeing things, but I had no memory of drinking, so that theory got scrapped immediately. Which meant if this wasn't a dream, it was reality...
I carefully pinched my thigh with a hand that had sprouted a thick coat of fur.
"KYAAAAAAAH!!!"
It hurt like hell. Not a dream, then.
Then again, if a perfectly healthy guy could wake up one morning as a fox beastman, turning from a fox beastman into a full-on furry overnight wasn't that strange, right?
"Like hell it isn't! Why the fuck is this happening!!!"
The swearing came out on its own. So I hadn't stopped at fox beastman — I'd gone and become a furry for real.
What percent furry was I right now? Didn't seem like I'd crossed eighty. Looking at the fox face and the fur coming in, maybe forty-five, fifty percent furry?
"Don't tell me the Transformation Magic the Fox God was so confident about broke? No — my arms and legs are still fine, so that can't be it. I should just call her and ask."
Staring at the mirror wasn't going to fix anything. I marched over to the Fox God, who was curled up in a chair purring herself to sleep, and screamed directly into her ear.
"Wake up, you bitch!!!"
"Hieeeek?!"
She shot upright with a miserable look, ears ringing, and I pointed at my face.
"If you know anything about what's happening to my body right now, you tell me all of it. Say you don't know and we go down together."
"Mutual destruction? Please. You can't even threaten suicide anymore, can you?"
Annoyed at having her beauty sleep interrupted, she dug a finger in her ear and pushed back. I snorted a laugh and picked up my phone.
"Just because I can't kill myself doesn't mean I can't die. You haven't forgotten who my friend is, have you?"
"An Exorcist, yes. Even if you call him, I doubt he'd actually kill you... but then again, one never knows..."
She spun once in place in her fox form, then approached me in her true, beautiful shape and opened her mouth.
"Hmm... I've definitely seen this phenomenon before. Strangely, though, I cannot seem to recall it."
"Did you get dementia? No wait — you're a soul, so dementia shouldn't be a thing."
"I know not what this 'dementia' is, but I find it rather unpleasant. Ah — wait a moment. It's coming back to me."
She shut her eyes and grunted for a bit, then snapped her fingers with a bright smile, as if something had clicked.
"I remember! Early symptoms of heat!"
"...Bullshit?"
I dropped a double curse on the spot at this unbelievable reality. The Fox God wagged her tail and patted my shoulder.
"My apologies. This one has rarely entered heat, so it simply wasn't in my memory. Still — heat, is it... This could prove a fine opportunity."
"Fine opportunity my ass! Cut the jokes and give me a solution. If you lived all those long years and only hit heat a handful of times, that means there's a fix, right?"
"A solution, you say. There is one — though I doubt it is the sort you desire."
She shook her head and explained why she'd never really had a heat cycle.
"I, for one, spent my ordinary days mating as though already in heat, so of course a formal heat never arrived. Well — my partners were human, so pregnancy was never a concern."
"So the only way to fix this is... sex?"
"Not necessarily. Grit your teeth and endure two weeks and the heat will pass on its own. But the process will be agonizing beyond measure."
She drew energy from my body and wove that seductive power into an illusion.
"I've gathered enough yoreok for this much, at least. What I'm about to show you are my friends. Watch carefully — see how those who endure their heat fall into corruption."
I peered carefully into the illusion she'd conjured. Inside was a woman breathing in short, feverish gasps.
"Hah... hah... haaah... It hurts... I feel like I'm dying♡"
She twisted her body as if in agony, and every thrash only made the iron chains binding her clamp down harder.
"Kyaaaang♡"
Another feverish cry tore from her throat. The Fox God dismissed the illusion and looked at me with a serious gaze.
"Do you understand now? What happens when one endures heat."
"Yeah, I think I get it. A fox beastman who was already hot becomes even hotter?"
"Yes, exactl—"
She started to agree, looking almost proud of me — then her face went dead cold as she glared.
"What? I stated a fact. What's weird about that? A fox beastman in heat being twice as hot as a regular one is just common sense, right?"
"Common sense?! Did you think I showed you that illusion so you'd get aroused?!"
"It wasn't? You show me something so erotic even a passing Buddha would go 'yeah, okay, I'd hit that,' and then you say that..."
"Silence!!!!!"
"Silence nothing. Be honest. You picked her on purpose, didn't you? You figured if you showed me the others I wouldn't learn my lesson, so you deliberately chose that one."
I said it in a dead-serious voice, and this time she was properly pissed — locking eyes with me and starting to snarl.
"My dear friend is not your fap material. One more word of that filthy nonsense and—"
"And?"
"Then I shall torment you every single day so that you never again know the comfort of deep sleep. You may look forward to it."
...Okay, that was actually dangerous.
I could handle most things, but if someone messed with my sleep, that was a one-way ticket to becoming a burnt-out wreck of a person...
"How the fuck am I supposed to not get turned on by that!!! And hey — a dog making dogshit comments, what's weird about that? Is it weird?!!!"
No. Even so, I absolutely refused to pretend something hot wasn't hot. This wasn't the Joseon dynasty — what kind of world makes you unable to say something turns you on when it does?
Honestly, if it had been any other scene, I could've held it in just fine.
A gumiho giving sex ed to an oneshota. A gumiho having a lovely time with tentacles. A gumiho doing pure-love sex with her husband. All of those, I could endure.
But.
"A gumiho in heat, restrained, forbidden from climaxing, unable to even relieve herself — how the hell am I supposed to hold that in!!!"
That situation alone was absolutely unendurable. If I'd still had a ten-month supply of period vaccine injectors left, the injectors themselves probably would've burst from sheer overpressure.
"This is your fault for showing me something hot! I, who felt the horniness, have done nothing wrong! I simply let my body ride its instincts!!!"
I screamed loud enough to shake the house. The Fox God stared at me with a blank expression and opened her mouth.
"...You truly were a madwoman. Now I finally understand why heat came for you despite how often you relieve yourself."
"I relieved myself too little, so heat came early."
"You devote a full quarter of every day to relieving yourself, and you call that little?"
She looked at me tilting my head in confusion, thoroughly disgusted, then shook her head and vanished into the wall.
"Handle it yourself. A lewd creature like you should manage to weather this crisis just fine."
"Yeah, you're right. I'll get through it somehow."
In a direction that absolutely does not involve female corruption, that is.
I called my friend over to discuss the heat situation. The moment he arrived, he let out a long sigh.
"...I fucking can't live because of you. Seriously."
"What now? What's the problem?!"
"That ridiculously hot— no, wait, that's not it. How do you call me over to solve a heat cycle of all things?"
He looked at me like he couldn't believe it. I smiled sweetly and answered.
"It's not like I have anyone else to call, right? You're the only one who knows I turned into this."
"True enough. If your mother found out you'd turned into something this ridiculously hot, she'd definitely have a heart attack."
"Ridiculously hot my ass, you furry-obsessed bastard. That shit is a genuine disease."
"A disease? How is loving nature's original form a disease? Explain it to me in three easy sentences so I can understand."
He declared with the most serious face imaginable that furries were a normal sexual preference. I walked into the kitchen just to escape that horrifying sight.
"Where do you think you're going? Prove that furries are a deviant fetish, go on."
"You absolute idiot — go post on a community that you want to rape our family dog Choco. You'll get a reaction immediately!"
"That's just people who haven't realized yet that they like furries. Once they become aware... they start liking furries to a terrifying degree."
He glanced at my tail, then — despite not even being a dog — spouted pure nonsense with a face more serious than ever.
"Isn't it strange? People love furries more than anything else, so why do they hide their true feelings?"