From: Reinhilde
Date: ven. 21 janv. 2022 21:37:32 PST
X-ContentWarning: mortality contemplation
Subject: Can I go to sweet fox heaven when I die?

In a way, it's a way of denying my own mortality, isn't it? Wanting
to be whisked to a world where I can show my pet and Creator Ellenor
all the affection I could never show her in life, perhaps in a sweet
hereafter... I wanna physically hug you so bad, little girl, and all
our other sisters, too... yes even that handsome devil Lightning.

A year on HRT has done a lot for us. It's made us very feminine in
our body. A delightful outcome, if you aren't Lightning. Even so,
much remains desired. Frankly, we're all therian in some way. I'm a
winged vixen. Ellenor is a husky. Amy is whatever hot dragoness they
lay their eyes on. Mel is just a vixen, and a coal-colored one at
that. Sarah is a human, but she pressingly hates having a penis -
she is the only cisspecific human in this body. Lightning is a fiery
dragon boy and xe will kill you if you call hir a human! These are
forms we'll never achieve. Me, Ames and Lightning will never take
flight. Never feel the wind under our wings. I'll never fly Ellenor
to her wolf den, nor follow her in for a cuppa & a cuddle, nor feel
her fur against mine. She'll never look me in the eye and ask "Wanna
take my knot, Miss?" I'll never smile back and say, "Of course,
sweetie husky girl" with the meek expression of a subby foxy pet.
We will never be separate. In a way, it's beautiful. We have each
other to lean on through everything, even SHU should it happen.
But in another way, it's an unimaginable trouble. Even if species
transformation were available, nevermind readily so, it could only
give one of us what they want. Fantasies of an afterlife where we
keep our telepathic connection but gain our separate bodies, and
get to frolick and love on each other and all of our other loved 
ones, are unimaginably compelling. At once, they deny our mortality,
and they offer us the prospect of meeting each other as separate
people, restored to youthful vigor and given our pelts of choice.
It's tempting to believe any line of thought that promises that.