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The New Vixen

1

It was the smell that woke Bob up, or more accurately a stench. He was lying on an unfamiliar bed. He lifted his head off the pillow and tried to get up but something was wrong with his body. Though not in any pain, his body didn't feel quite right. The bladder was full as per usual upon waking, at least that felt normal. He tried to roll over and got a glimpse of his arm, it was covered in black, yellowish and a few white hairs. What the hell he thought in a bit of panic. He quickly looked at the rest of himself. His eyesight wasn't that great but the giant fluffy tail made it pretty obvious what he supposedly had become. He had previously thought it would be neat to be a fox but now he wasn't so sure, they kinda have a sucky life.

He figured he must be dreaming, might as well play along he figured, he just hoped he could wake up soon as he had to pee. He had heard if you pee in a dream you wet the bed.

He took a closer look at himself, why the hell was he mostly yellowish? He had the unmistakable markings of a red fox but he should look brownish or reddish or something shouldn't he?. He stood up a bit wobbly on all fours, he found that it felt totally normal to walk like that. He walked a bit around the bed and realized the bed was part of the terrible smell. He never remembered smelling anything in dreams. He noticed he had a collar on.

He had always used the same shit, different day criteria to determine if he was actually sleeping, this was definitely different shit. Despite that it sure felt real. He realized that as a fox he would be naked, also not unusual in his dreams. He didn't really feel that naked though, the fur was very plush and kinda functioned as natural clothes. Obviously the fur wouldn't cover the embarrassing parts.

He decided to see what exactly was going on down there. He looked at his whiteish belly and didn't really see much except a few nipples, well foxes have a lot of them he guessed. Wait a minute he thought, aren't foxes built the same as dogs? That could only mean one thing, it was one of those head sewn to the carpet surprises. He realized he was in fact a girl fox before he even looked at the actual parts. He looked at his uh, vixen parts. It didn't really look like girl dog parts, just pretty basic. Looking at it reminded him he still had too pee, that was starting to get really annoying. Ok that's interesting he thought, what now?

He hopped off the bed. He figured he could at least use his huge tail to cover his asshole and vulva if anyone saw him. He was looking around the unfamiliar house looking for the bathroom. He found the bathroom and walked inside. He looked at the toilet and wondered how he could possibly use it without risking falling into the toilet water. He looked at the bathtub and figured that would probably work. He awkwardly squatted down and took his pee being careful not to get any on his feet.

He felt so much better now. Once again he wondered what he should do, he was pretty sure this wasn't a dream anymore. He looked around the house some more and noticed that his eyesight was off, he all of a sudden figured something out, he was partially color blind like foxes are. It made him wonder why are red foxes red if they can't see red? That is why he looked yellowish to himself.

He found the kitchen and looked around. He was nosing each cabinet door open looking for something to eat. All he found was pots and pans and other kitchen crap. He looked up at the counter top. It didn't look that high, he figured he could probably hop up there. He crouched and got ready to launch. He jumped up and didn't quite make it. He fell on the floor with a soft thud.

Well that was undignified, He thought. Got to try it again. He launched again with more force and made it up with little trouble. He found the kitchen sink and nosed the faucet on, no water came out. Damn he thought, though he wasn't surprised, the house was abandoned and didn't have any power so no water either. Shit he would have to drink wild animal water, he thought.

He nosed the upper cabinets open and found some canned food, not a whole lot of good that did him as he couldn't open the cans. He did find a box of Peanut butter Captain Crunch, ah yes the cereal God eats. He loved that stuff as a human. He was able to open the box and eat some of the contents inside, it was strange eating with a snout. The cereal was stale but wasn't terrible, he would love to find a fresh box.

He found another item that peaked his interest on the counter top. It was an empty package that read "critter protector 25 collar", the package had a list of things it would protect your critter from including fleas, ticks and small caliber gunshots among other things. It had a built in 25 year power source. Bob thought that must be what was on him, at least somebody cared enough to give him some protection.

He wasn't sure what to do now, though he should probably find something to drink. He figured he should probably leave the house and see what is going on outside, he could always come back if needed. He decided he wasn't going to sleep on that bed, it stank too bad.

He found the front door, it was slightly open. It appeared that someone had kicked it open at some point. Bob exited the house.

Finding Felix

2

Bob was outside the house, the first thing he noticed is he was bombarded with different smells. The house had smelled so bad he didn't notice other smells. Nice fresh air he thought as he took in a few deep breaths. He kinda wished he knew what the smells were. He figured he would have to smell everything he came across and match it up with the random smells in the air. He realized he had a lot to learn about being a fox, and he didn't have a whole lot of time, he felt a bit intimidated.

He thought maybe he should find some other foxes, maybe they could help him, assuming they didn't beat the crap out of him. That brings up another problem, how do you even find other foxes, he rarely ever saw them as a human, they were supposedly common but where do they hang out. He knew you could call for them, but he didn't know how to do that. Maybe he would have to sniff them out. Once again he didn't know what a fox smelled like, another conundrum. Wait a minute dumbass, he was a fox himself, just sniff yourself. He proceeded to take a deep sniff of the fur on his back and tried to remember what it smelled like. He assumed other foxes would smell similar yet a bit different.

He wandered into the forest. The trees were either void of any leaves or some had yellow leaves, damn color blindness confusing him again. It must be Autumn he guessed, It was probably pretty cold outside but he felt fairly comfortable in his fluffy warm fur.

He walked around sniffing everything and everywhere while occasionally sniffing himself again to remember his fox smell. He had walked around for several minutes wondering if he was just wasting time. He found a small stream and wondered if he should take a drink, it was wild animal water. He was thirsty and stuck his tongue into the water, it wasn't too bad, a bit earthy tasting. Just as he finished drinking he smelled something, bingo, other foxes probably.

He excitedly attempted to follow the scent trail, but as with most fox things he was pretty clunky at it. It was slow going at first but as he got closer the scent got more powerful. He saw something move in the distance, pretty sure they were foxes.

Bob saw a group of somewhat small foxes, perhaps they were from the same litter. They didn't seem quite full sized yet. One of the foxes was looking at him. This strange fox started to walk up toward him. Bob was a bit frightened for a second, He didn't want any trouble. The fox didn't seem to be angry or anything and looked fairly friendly. The fox got up to him and sniffed his butt. This felt a bit embarrassing but he knew that was typical with canines of any sort.

"Hi, haven't seen you around here before have I? My name is Felix".

"I wasn't from here but I guess this is my new home now, my name is...". He thought quickly of a believable alias while looking at a tree with yellow leaves, he didn't want to confuse Felix. "My name is Autumn". That seemed kinda vixeny. "Just how old are you?"

"I am almost a whole year old", Felix said. "You sure are cute, how old are you?"

"Thanks", He had to come up with a little bullshit again, Felix wouldn't believe his actual age, "I am 2 years old".

"What is that thing on your neck" Felix asked.

"It is something that protects me from fleas and ticks among other things", Bob said.

"It came from the humans didn't it?" Felix asked.

"It did" Bob said.

"My mom says we need to find mates soon if possible", Felix said. "Winter is coming soon and it sucks not to have someone to snuggle with when it gets cold".

"Yeah I guess it does doesn't it?" Bob said.

Bob was trying to make sense of this situation. Felix looked like a dog, technically he was a dog, a pretty cute one at that. He had a bit of an uncomfortable thought, since he was technically a vixen he could have kits, Though he still thought of himself as a male, he was a little curious what it was like to have kits, he had this thought more than a few times. He knew it was painful and gross and though unlikely he could die. Decisions decisions. It was a little bit of a long term decision too as once you mate with a fox they consider you their lifetime mate. He wouldn't just dump him after one year, that would be an asshole thing to do.

He decided what the hell, he wasn't going to live forever anyway, might as well make it interesting. He just hoped he wasn't biting off way more than he could chew.

He looked closer at Felix, he was very young obviously, his fur looked almost perfect. He wasn't old enough to look like a ragged old fox yet. He still had an air of innocence about him.

"I guess I am looking for a mate too" Bob said.

Felix got super exited and was wagging his tail. Bob could see Felix wanted to play. They both wrestled around for a bit, it felt a bit odd to Bob but he found he rather enjoyed it. After a few minutes they were both tired out. Bob lied down. He wondered what now. Felix dropped down next to him and started to groom his head using his teeth. Bob thought that was pretty nice and it made sense as he couldn't reach his own head. His head fur had been basically ignored since he became a fox. He would return the favor once his head was done.

He wondered what foxes did for fun when they weren't screwing, which only happens for a few days each year. He figured in a couple months he would have some fox eggs on deck, what did that feel like, would he feel weird. He wondered about the mating process itself, obviously it was "unique" for canines, did it hurt? It couldn't hurt too bad as otherwise foxes would probably be extinct.

He hoped Felix could teach him about fox stuff even though Felix was very inexperienced too.

It's time

3

It had been a couple months Bob guessed, Bob found Felix to be very sweet and helpful. Felix had shown Bob how to do many different fox things including the all important hunting skills despite his own inexperience. Beyond that Bob would have to figure out the rest himself, especially the vixen stuff.

It had gotten pretty cold these days and there had even been a little snow. Bob normally despised winter but it wasn't so bad with Felix around. The fur still did a remarkable job keeping him comfortable, when it got too cold they would just lay low and snuggle together.

He guessed this must be the time. He had been a little leaky the last several days. He had licked it to try and keep it clean, it was a bit gross but he couldn't stand the drippy feeling. Felix noticed too and he was always putting his nose in there, It got a little annoying but Bob kinda expected that.

Now it was unmistakable this is what a full blown heat feels like. He felt quite loopy and only had one thing on his mind. It was like an internal itch that you can't scratch by yourself. He looked at his vulva, it was much larger than usual and even more drippy. Bob felt quite nervous too, there is no turning back once you start the process. He also felt a bit embarrassed, this felt so wrong, but he is a fox now and that is what they do.

Now where the hell is Felix? Bob felt a bit irritable. He found Felix by a tree snoozing. Bob nosed him. Felix woke up wide eyed. Bob had noticed Felix's balls had gotten bigger over the last several weeks or so. That was an embarrassing thing to notice but he was a bit concerned Felix might have cancer. It didn't seem to hurt him at all so maybe that was normal.

"It is time" Bob said. Felix jumped up all excited. "Just go a little gentle at first please". Felix started to lick his vulva and then proceeded to start humping his head. "You're kidding right", Bob said. Felix had obviously never done this before. Bob decided to show Felix how it's supposed to work. He had seen this on a nature show once. Bob than proceeded to hump Felix to show him what he expected. "Got that?".

Felix seemed to understand. He started to hump Bob from the proper direction this time, he didn't have very good aim though and Bob figured he could play a game of freecell while waiting for Felix to get his target. Felix finally found his target. Bob could feel a sharp poke and it was very hot. It felt so weird but not really bad. Felix was thrusting much more forcefully with his paws wrapped around Bob's belly. Bob could feel the knot getting bigger, another embarrassing thought. Bob felt a twitching that felt kinda nice, was it an orgasm?, he wasn't sure.

Felix appeared to be finished and he tried to pull away. He then got a bit panicky and yelped. "I'm stuck" he yelled out.

You're kidding again, Bob thought. "You are supposed to be stuck, just turn around and relax while you finish up". Felix did as he was told. They both stood there rump to rump. They were both panting. Bob could still feel the twitching, he didn't want it to stop. He didn't feel quite as loopy or irritable anymore. He thought it was pretty funny that he knew more about fox sex than an actual fox. He guessed they're expected to figure it out themselves.

After several minutes they popped apart. Felix was now trying to carefully clean his now super sensitive penis. Bob was cleaning himself up, yuck a lot of liquid. He felt tired after all that, he snuggled up to Felix who also was yawning.

Bob thought to himself, it seemed everything foxes did was embarrassing in one way or another but at least mating felt pretty wonderful. He planned on repeating that as many times as he could.

Several hours had passed, both Felix and Bob had took turns grooming each other, they had both looked fairly disheveled after the mating, not actually a whole lot of point as they would both be messed up again soon.

Bob felt extra playful and bounded around with Felix. He felt pretty great. When he started feeling a bit loopy again, he nosed Felix. Felix jumped up, not a word was needed to be said this time. Felix was much more confident this time and wasted no time mounting Bob. He didn't take long at all to find the target this time. Bob nearly passed out from the intense sensations, it felt even better this time and he was pretty sure he had his first full blown vixen orgasm. Fuck, Bob muttered. Once again they were butt to butt. They both were panting pretty heavily.

Bob could see another fox off in the distance, oh shit he thought, is this trouble? He wasn't in any position to run away. The fox showed no indication of aggression. The fox got very close and was unfazed by the obvious awkward situation he was in.

"Hi Felix, what's up?".

"Hi Poppy", Felix said. "Meet Autumn my mate"

"Uh hi" Bob said awkwardly.

"This is my sister Poppy", Felix said without a hint of awkwardness.

"See you later Felix", Poppy said as she bounded off.

Once again Bob thought could foxes make anything more embarrassing? He did think it was a little amusing that canines generally don't give a rats ass if anybody watches them doing anything he would consider very personal.

Over the next day or so they mated three more times, luckily for Bob no more family reunions. They were both getting a bit sore. Five times was probably overkill but whatever.

Now the waiting game begins, Bob thought.

The Kits

4

A couple more months had passed, during that time Bob got used to eating pretty gross food. He was a little hesitant to eat raw meat, especially from rodents. He knew he had to toughen up his stomach for what was going to happen to him. It didn't help that he felt a bit sick for about a week and a half after the mating, guess foxes aren't immune to morning sickness. Felix had seemed to be concerned but Bob was able to reassure him it was totally normal, at least Bob thought it was normal. The fresh meat tasted actually not bad but the somewhat rotten meat still made him a little gaggy.

He was trying to fatten himself up so he had a little more leeway after giving birth. He couldn't believe he lived long enough to think that thought. He practiced his hunting skills as much as he could before he would became tied up with little foxes. He was wondering if he was actually getting fatter or if it was a bunch of little foxes in there. Maybe a little bit of both. He wondered how many were in there, He wasn't sure how many he wanted, maybe just a medium amount. What if he had too many?, he only had 8 nipples. They don't make Y adapters for fox nipples.

Despite his worries he actually felt pretty damn good these days.

He noticed his nipples had gotten quite a bit larger, once they started leaking milk he knew there wasn't much time left. He licked a nipple out of curiosity, he never tasted fox milk before. It pretty much tasted how he expected, warm and a little gross.

He felt quite restless, He knew that was another sign, he wasted no time collecting some towels from the abandoned house. Felix helped him as they chose the least dirty towels and they dragged them underneath an old shed. Bob didn't want the kits in the dirt right after birth. He wanted to make sure everything was as set up as good as possible, he didn't want to worry about anything other than the kits.

All Bob knew about fox birth he learned after watching one of those nature shows, hopefully with that and a little bit of common sense things will work out. He wasn't super confident though, he didn't have any fox instincts, let alone vixen instincts, or at least he didn't think he did. At least he had Felix for encouragement.

A few hours later he started to feel crampy, it wasn't too bad at first but slowly got worse. It was time he thought, better not screw this up. Nothing was coming out yet, he wondered how long it would take that damn cervix to open up enough to let his kits out, that is where most of the pain would come from. He knew it could take hours, that sucks. As the cramps got worse he would sometimes yelp. Felix stayed next to him trying to comfort him. The cramps became full blown contractions, Bob started leaking bloody liquid from his vulva. Finally some damn progress he thought. He hoped nothing broke in there, lots of moving parts. He tried not to worry, let nature and maybe God do their thing. At some point he felt the urge to push. He didn't know if it was too early. He figured he would trust his body.

Felix seemed a bit nervous and shied away. Bob had to reassure him, he knew sometimes instinctually the male would give the vixen extra space during the actual birthing. Bob wanted Felix there though as long as Felix was okay with that.

Bob was pushing as hard as he could, he was panting and drooling. Finally after what seemed like forever something was coming out of himself. Felix stared wide eyed. After a couple more pushes the first sack containing a little fox finally came out. Bob was a bit exhausted but knew the clock was ticking, he had to rip the sack open and lick the little fox until it was breathing. He thought he would be grossed out but noticed he didn't really give a shit. He carefully bit the sack open and got the little fox out and he furiously licked the little fox until he was satisfied she was breathing fine. He carefully bit the tiny umbilical cord roughly about an inch from her belly.

He moved the little kit to a nipple and she latched on. Whoa that felt strange, he thought.

He squeezed out the placenta, He briefly thought about just discarding it, it looked pretty gross. It is calories though shouldn't really waste it. He choked it down, yech.

Well the worst one is the first one he figured. How many are left? Not a clue.

He took as much time as he could to rest until the second little fox decided to come out. This one came out a lot easier. He repeated the procedure and moved this kit, a male, to another nipple. Still got 6 left he thought. He gulped down the second placenta with barely a second thought. He didn't have much time to rest before the third fox came out. He had no problem with this fox, another female. Once she was attached to a nipple he was satisfied. He gobbled up the third placenta.

He kind of expected more kits, but that was all. They had mated 5 times, but he figured it was God's RNG. Maybe it was for the best as neither of them had any experience with kits. It would be easier to keep them well fed.

He wondered if he would go through all that again next year, maybe. He was still a bit sore down there. He looked at all the bloody liquid all over the towel and all over him. Once he and the kits were clean and dry he would get rid of the towel.

While the pain was mostly over, the grossness was just beginning. He wasn't looking forward to eating fox crap and pee for the next few months.

Felix snuggled next to him and Bob was overjoyed to be able to get some sleep.

Fox Eyes

5

It had been about 2 weeks. Bob had been a bit of a nervous wreck during those two weeks. He was afraid if he left them for more then a minute they would freeze. Felix was a good substitute heat source and he could take over temporarily when Bob had to get a drink of water or take a dump. Felix did a great job hunting all sorts of woodland creatures. He would bring them back. Bob was very appreciative of that as he couldn't really leave the kits for long. He made a point of giving Felix some extra grooming to help him relax after doing all that hunting. Bob thought it would be hilarious if Felix brought back a jackalope or a hodag.

One of the things Bob dreaded the most, almost as much as the birth itself, was the kits um, bathroom issue. He knew exactly what to do but wasn't sure how often he had to do it. He had to lick them to get them to go. He damn near redecorated the area underneath the shed with barf the first time he did that. Gotta not be such a damn wuss he thought. A real fox wouldn't have any trouble with that. Thank god there was only three of them, that's enough. He shuddered to think if he had eight.

When he finished that he would move each kit to the most annoyingly overfull nipple. He tried to rotate usage of the nipples. He wasn't looking forward to when they got sharp teeth.

The little kits were slowly getting larger and more plush and luckily a bit more durable.

Bob looked at the little kits, they had just recently opened their eyes. Their eyes were a odd blue color with slits for pupils. They would get their normal eye coloring at some point. They really did kind of look like puppies. Bob did feel really attached to them. They were still a bit shaky as they wandered around.

Felix came back with a squirrel. Bob would eat later, He got up and detached a little fox from a nipple. He left the underside of the shed and wandered off. He found an area where he could go to the bathroom himself. He didn't bother with the territory marking as he didn't really know the proper protocol for that. He just tried to keep it away from where they lived, let Felix mark territory to his hearts content.

He found the stream he normally drank from. He drank a fairly large amount of water. He looked at his reflection in the water. He dipped a paw into the water and wiped it on his eyes and snout. What he wouldn't give for a breath mint right about now. Though he was mostly used to his new form he still sometimes felt weird about what he had become. He wondered why and how he ended up as a vixen. Being a vixen is actually pretty nice, usually. At least he wasn't turned into a female hyena, if you know you know. He wondered if he should tell Felix about his past. He thought better of it, Felix might think he was losing it or even in the early stages of the dreaded rabies. He looked at his belly and the eight fairly pronounced nipples. The fur around each one was a bit crusty with dried up fox slobber. He briefly thought about jumping into the stream to maybe clean himself off but decided it was a bit too cold still. His new family didn't care if he smelled extra foxy anyway. He let out a fox version of a sigh.

He walked back to the shed and ducked under it. Felix and the kits were overjoyed to see him. He didn't feel hungry at the moment and lied down. The three little kits each found a nipple and Felix started to groom Bob's head. Bob closed his eyes and tried to relax.

He woke up a couple hours later, the sunlight was shining a bit under the shed. Felix was staring at Bob with concern. Bob thought it was amazing how much empathy a fox could have, he didn't feel too great earlier and Felix had sensed it. He felt a lot better now and reassured Felix. Bob gave him a kiss on the nose.

"I think it is about time to give these little fluff balls some actual names", Bob said. Truth be told he was dreading this too. Him coming up with names is like getting blood from a turnip. They both thought long and hard trying to figure out some names.

"How about Ace for the male?", Felix suggested.

"Hmm, kinda sounds like a mobster name, it's perfect", Bob said.

Bob thought of a character from a point and click video game he remembered named Trixie. "How about Trixie for this little female?" Bob asked.

"Yeah that's pretty good", Felix said, "Just one more to go".

They both ended up naming the other female Vixie, even though that name is way overused for female foxes it is so darn cute.

Bob was happy that was taken care of. He was amazed that he could easily tell which kit was which even with his eyes closed just using his nose. He was getting better at the fox stuff he realized. Looking at the little kits, he would be heartbroken when they have to leave. He didn't have to worry about that now, they still have a long way to go.

Little monsters

6

Ouch, Bob thought, one of those little foxes nipped a nipple. It had been another couple weeks and the little kits had gotten quite a bit bigger. They were starting to get some of the standard red fox coloring. They of course now had their pup teeth, they were usually pretty good about not biting the nipples, keyword usually. They were just getting big enough to push Bob around when they nursed. Bob felt very awkward these days, those nipples had gotten pretty big. He wondered if he had actually had 8 kits would he even be able to walk? At least foxes didn't think anything about fox nipples. It was just him thinking weird thoughts about them. He was always trying to keep them clean since they always seemed to get dirty and he didn't want the kits eating dirt.

Bob walked out from under the shed and the little kits followed him. They were starting to explore more and more outside. Bob was a bit nervous as he was afraid he might lose a kit. He realized they would eventually have to explore further and further away as they got older. For the time being he would have to collect any kits that wandered too far away.

Felix had brought back a rabbit and set it down. Both of them watched as the little foxes attempted to rip chunks off. The kits were getting stronger each day and Bob couldn't wait until they figured out the bathroom stuff. He helped Felix break down the lagomorph into more manageable parts for the kits. The kits had rabbit blood on their snouts. Bob thought they were cute little monsters.

Bob had noticed Felix's balls had been getting smaller now, so weird, he wondered why the hell he was noticing this kind of stuff. Was it maybe because it wasn't mating season? He pondered. He wasn't going to mention it, didn't want to embarrass Felix, not that he thought Felix could be embarrassed anyway. He was just worried about Felix's health.

It started to rain pretty hard. They drug the remainder of the rabbit under the shed. Once they were all there Bob went back outside in the rain. Felix looked at Bob with a puzzled expression. Bob rolled around in the grass attempting to get as clean as possible. When he was satisfied he got as clean as possible he shook as hard as he could to get the excess water off.

He heard a bit of thunder and decided enough screwing around. He squeezed back under the shed. Felix and the kits looked nervous. Bob guessed they must be afraid of the thunderstorm. They seemed to sense Bob's lack of concern and it seemed to relax them a bit. Bob knew they would be safe as long as there wasn't any tornadoes.

The thunderstorm was short lived. After about maybe 15 minutes the rain had mostly stopped. Bob and Felix exited the underside of the shed with the kits following.

Bob had been thinking of moving his family. It was getting too cramped under there with the kits getting bigger. It had been fine and cozy when the kits were newborn. He couldn't actually get inside the shed they had been living under as the door even had a padlock on it. Bob wondered what was inside the shed that was so valuable. Probably nothing valuable to a fox anyway. Bob had another shed in mind next to the house he had originally came from. He had talked with Felix and they decided to pull the trigger.

They started walking toward their new home. The kits mostly followed along. They would occasionally have to grab a kit and point them in the right direction. They were also juggling the remainder of the rabbit. Bob thought one of the most annoying things about being a fox is the lack of a inventory system. No pockets, no thumbs, it can get very frustrating.

They got to their new home. The shed door was slightly open and Bob nosed it open. He had partially inspected the shed beforehand checking for potentially dangerous things or chemicals that could be a danger for a kit.

Felix cautiously walked inside with the kits following. The shed was mostly empty. There was an opening in the floor. There were several small boxes sitting on the dirt under the floor. Bob took a closer look at those boxes. They contained roller bearings for who knows what machinery. Why were they there, Bob had no idea.

There was a table at the far end of the shed. Bob looked up at the table and jumped up on it. Even though the kits couldn't jump this high yet Bob wanted to make sure everything was safe. He looked around and saw some random nuts, bolts, screws and other miscellaneous hardware. There was a few random tools too. Everything was covered in a fine layer of dust. Nothing appeared to be a danger to the kits. Bob even worried about Felix getting into chemicals, he had talked to Felix warning about such things.

There was a window over the table which was kinda nice to let in light.

He hopped down and curled up with Felix and the kits. He sure loved his new family.

Foxy Addition

7

Felix set the little fox down.

Bob looked at the strange little fox with a questioning look. It was not one of their kits.

"I found this little guy and didn't know what to do", Felix said "he was whining weakly". "I tried calling out for a parent possibly, but found no trace whatsoever".

Bob wondered if foxes normally raised kits that weren't theirs, assumed the answer was usually no. His initial thought was he shouldn't even mess with this kit, he obviously was getting more and more fox instincts since he had his kits. Though they could be useful and the fox things he had to do were no longer nearly as bad as they were before, He found it to be a little unsettling, the instincts sometimes clashed with his logical thinking and could sometimes be much more difficult to override than he would like. He wasn't always sure when you should trust them. He felt lousy that he even considered abandoning this little fox, but he realized it wasn't really his fault, his brain just doesn't work the way it used to.

He took a closer look at the little fox, he was quite dirty and smelled very strange. The poor kit seemed very weak and probably dehydrated too. He couldn't really do much except try to attach him to a nipple and see what happens.

Bob thought about the possibility of rabies. Supposedly it wasn't found in this area, but he still worried about it. He couldn't keep worrying about things like that he thought. He put the kit next to an unused nipple and the little fox latched on. Well that was a relief that he wasn't too weak for that at least. He tried to groom the little fox and found that this fox tastes funny. He was quite a bit grosser then his own kits but he had to get him clean and make sure he was warm enough. It wouldn't be so bad later on.

The rest of the kits noticed the strange kit and nosed him. He didn't react much and the other kits seemed puzzled.

Bob finished cleaning up the kit as best he could, he figured he would just stay here for a couple more hours and give the kit a chance to recover. The next day or so would be the most critical. Bob worried this little fox might have something wrong with him that was not obvious but could still be life threatening. There was not a whole lot he could do other than keep the kit comfortable and fed. He wondered how he would feel if the kit didn't make it. He shook his head trying to get those upsetting thoughts out of his mind.

Bob gathered up all his kits and they all found a nipple. He wanted to keep them close to the new kit so they could get used to his scent. Bob closed his eyes to take a little snooze.

He awoke a couple hours later and immediately checked the new fox half expecting him to be rock solid, to his relief he seemed ok. If this little fox survives he would be named Lucky.

Over the course of the next few days the little fox got better, he was a bit fearful at first as he obviously didn't recognize any of their scents. He was acting more and more like the rest of the kits. Bob noticed the little fox had acquired most of the scent of the other kits but still had a bit of a unique scent. Bob quickly got used to that though.

Sometimes Bob would just stare at the little foxes as they romped around, they were just so darn cute. Bob had also at one point did the same to Felix, Felix was a bit uncomfortable about that and had even asked if Bob was pissed at him. Bob had said no and gave Felix a kiss on the nose. Felix figured it was just another strange quirk from his sometimes odd mate.

Over the next few weeks the now four kits got even bigger, they were looking more and more like normal foxes, just smaller versions of. They were slowly learning how to hunt and Bob was super proud when one of them caught her first mouse. He watched her crunching on it, he still had some mixed feelings about eating small rodents. Do all foxes get worms eventually? He shook his head.

It saddened him that in not too long his little foxes would leave and he might or might not see them again. It was just how fox life was, it is what it is. He had been extremely fortunate that all his kits had survived this long. He wondered how long foxes lived, maybe 10 years if you caught lightning in a bottle but often only a couple years. He guessed you just had to make the best of your life as you could and try not to worry. At least he still would have Felix, Bob always worried about Felix too though.

Felix was looking at Autumn and could tell she was feeling a bit sad and anxious. He gave her a kiss on the nose and they snuggled together.