It was just a normal day; birds shining, sun blowing and the wind tweeting its head off. Normal, right? Even the screaming of a Vulpix was normal, something along the lines of 'Let me go!', or 'Stop messing up my fur!'. Indeed it was normal, the Vulpix in question a very mild, timid girl by the name of Elina.

Her tormentor was an older, evolved Braixen, one that was daft enough to lose his tail-stick, and wasn't strong enough to know anything more than Ember! They used to be playmates, but he still felt the need to  continue 'playing' with the Vulpix, even though he had evolved, AND though she didn't like him very much!

He was still 'strong enough' to pick on poor little Elina, too! And there was little to nothing she could do do about it! What a horrible shame it was. Around that time, the Braixen had been learning about the differences between males and females.. And wanted to see if it was true!

'No, what are you doing?!' The younger Vulpix lashes out with her tails, to try to catch him off guard.. To do anything! He was putting her in a vulnerable position, and she didn't like it! With her legs spread wide, she was squirming like a frog trying to escape her captor's roving hands!

'Oh hush up, I just want to play!' With those hands he pins her long enough to put the weight of his legs onto hers, keeping her spread. Her tails were quite ineffective anyway, neither strong nor hitting the right targets! 'I think you'll like it just as much as me, anyway! That's what my dad was saying!'

Small Elina whimpers quietly, tails and limbs limp, a tear forming at her eye. The male looks at her flower with a mixture of surprise and barely contained excitement, poking around and earning pained cries of surprise from her.

She shakes like a frightened animal; here was this scary older male touching her and nothing she could do to stop it! Her mother would burn him to a cinder.. Oh if only she were here! And still he touches her, poking at her  bud, parting her folds and sniffing all around, even as his dress begins to tent up.

With a simple movement to adjust his dress she reacts violently; no longer would he be touching her sacred flower like that! With an Iron Tail right to that bulge, she staggers him, possibly even knocking him out!

Breathing hard with barely contained rage, it takes her awhile to realize the Braixen was practically screaming his head off, rolling around and grabbing where she hit in obvious pain. Hmph. Serves him right. 

Stepping around with obvious glee from hurting her attacker, she stands over him, the bigger fox unmoving. Examining her defeated opponent, she is surprised to suddenly feel his wicked grasp around her once more, a horrible poking at her torso as her tails are held down by his legs, an arm pinning her to his chest!

'N-now, that wasn't very nice... I know.. ' The Braixen gives a look that chills her to the bone. 'I should teach you a lesson..'  Elina quivers and desperately squirms within his grasp, trying to save her life! He grabs at the bottom of his dress, slowly pulling it up... And revealing his throbbing manhood. Dripping his musky pre against her, the Braixen smirks in satisfaction as he marks her so.. As his own.

Desperately wishing for that power she had while standing over his body, a white-hot rage builds within her chest and begs to be let loose! The Braixen looks into her eyes with confusion; where there was fear there was now primal rage and determination even beyond his understanding. No longer the victim, the Vulpix growls and yells at him with a voice completely contrary to her bravery and size. 'Get your body away from me, you stupid male!'

Elina lashes out and flails her limbs and tails, driving the Braixen into the ground with a new-found vengeance! The old, scared and timid Elina was gone, in her place was a new, determined one, a complete opposite of what she used to be!

Pummelling him into the ground with Iron Tail after another, he slowly gets up.. After all, Elina hadn't actually gotten any stronger, just became less scared of the world and especially of the bully-fox!

That is, he WAS getting up, until a scorching hot Ember hits him in the face, earning a triumphant smile from the female. Not to be outdone, the male responds in kind, a significantly weaker Ember coming her direction!

Elina responds with the quick orange blur of a tail, absorbing the Ember's power into her body. Flash Fire? Another orange tail sprouts from her rump, then another! Waving her new tails about, the Braixen stumbles back, clearly scared. Not only did a Vulpix just absorb his attack, but she grew two.. No, three tails! Scrambling back on all fours, the Braixen looks like hell; dress nearly burnt off, semi-erect cock poking out of his sheath, and stinking of fear.

With a scream of rage Elina lets loose with a powerful Flamethrower, white hot with her fury. The power is so great the fire neglects to even reach her target; it instead billows around her in an enormous cloud, obscuring her from sight, and only serving to scare the Braixen further!

All of a sudden a blazing tail parts the flames, the entirety of her orange fur covered in the white hot flames and soaking into the skin! The unfortunate male stares at her with indescribable dread, nine tails slowly swaying around her form. Her limbs grow longer as the flame continues billowing outward, more and more of it seeping into her form and slowly but surely changing it to become just as white as the flames all around.

The tips of her tails change to reflect the Vulpix she used to be,  both the bright orange and a dark, crimson red in a flame-like pattern.. Probably to symbolize both the way she evolved and the situation in which it happened.

The tips of her ears and paws turn red as well, eyes the only exception.. The irises of her eyes slowly stray towards blue before quickly flashing to a deep royal purple and staying there.

Her muzzle grows longer and her body quickly grows past adolescence, right before the Braixen's eyes does this Vulpix quickly bloom and evolve thus into a Ninetales! 

After a minute or so of this all of the flames seep into her skin, the open furnace sealing itself within her body. Snarling, the new-and-improved Elina steps forward and faces her former tormentor.

It's all he could do not to soil himself and blubber incoherently! The new demon of his waking nightmare, Elina continues to step closer and closer. 'N-no! Stay back! Get AWAY from me!'

'Now, now.. There's no need to be afraid; I'm just going to curse you.' She smiles innocently, looking at him. 'With these new tails of mine, I've learned so much.. Including what to do with you! It won't hurt, I promise.' 

The male notices the white flames lingering against those red-orange tailtips,  looking ethereal and mystical. He wanted nothing to do with them, or with her! But... Watching them sway, his fears are quickly placated, and he finds himself nodding dumbly, allowing her to come up on top of him and look at him face-to-face. She continues talking, the tailtips moving across his naked body.. The flames were actually even cool.. 'Oh yes, but this is a special case, isn't it? You wanted to keep me as your own and overpower me.. You can grant others' wishes instead, and I will leave you a reminder of your actions.'

Stepping back off of him, Elina wraps his body tight within her fiery tails. He calmly watches, even as a purple glow envelops his body, a tingling starting all over. It would soon become obvious to any bystander he was becoming more feminine, hopelessly entranced by her eyes!

And still those soft furry tails rub at the Braixen's body. He lets out a quiet pleasured sigh, his own eyes turning purple as those energies saturate within his body. His slow movements suggest he is in a trance, and the quiet, indistinct murmuring from Elina only furthers this point. She slowly speaks to him, flickering eyes and flickering fire.

'Now, you're to follow any order given to you.. No matter who gives it. You are to give yourself up as a female, but any reference to that thing between your legs will be met only with the insistence you are a slut and it has no use.' Those new tails fill Elina's head with these insidious ideas; not only did she not have a mean streak like this before, but gone was that innocent Vulpix of just an hour before!

If he had the presence of mind not to look into her eyes and notice his body changing, he would soon realize that the rod between his legs he was so proud of, his malehood was shrinking down. It would soon be a tiny sheath between his legs, with no sac to speak of. What really stands out is the large breasts upon his chest, and soon a cute, tiny slit between his/her legs just below that. Let's just refer to the Braixen as a girl now.

All the while, Elina's words imprint irreversibly onto her psyche.. Even as the purple magic around her finishes seeping into the skin, even as she sets the poor disoriented 'bully' down..  even as she walks away and pairs of eyes appear in the woodwork all around. And even when it is obvious the tables have turned; After all, it was just a normal day.