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This was their first holiday season since Ricky Tebrick's wife, Silvia, had become a fox, and, to tell the truth, Ricky was somewhat worried. He wouldn't have even gotten the tree if not for how last Christmas, before she became a fox, she expressed how much she missed real trees. He wasn't sure she even remembered that conversation, but he did, and he acted on it, and it turned out that she adored the thing.

More than the tree, which he was sure would survive a little chewing, it was the ornaments he was worried about. He fretted that if he put up glass ones, she'd knock them down or grab them off and try and chew on them, so he got ones made of stuff that wouldn't shatter. Then there was the garland which he fretted over, the beads, and the candy canes (which he had to look up online to see if they were suitable for her to eat now). It turned out to be a moot point, though, as she was not interested at all in destroying the tree, even if she sometimes nibbled on a lower branch, and relished in sniffing at it, and would bat at some of the lower hanging ornaments.

In the weeks before Christmas, the gifts started arriving in the mail, some from parents and some from friends. Cards flowed in as well, boasting prints of foxes in nature scenes or with Santa hats photoshopped on them. Every time one of these cards came in, Ricky would sit down with Silvia on the couch, her tail flicking and her black-tipped ears pricked in curiosity, and he'd open it and read it to her, and show her the illustration on the front of the card, and then the inside, and she'd tilt her head and struggle a moment to read it. She honestly had not been able to read for awhile, (she just couldn't get her fox eyes to focus right, and even with larger text she had trouble remembering the meanings of the words), and she fretted about it greatly when she first started having trouble. Luckily she could still understand him, judging by the obvious tells of embarrassment when he read the messages aloud, where her ears would splay for a moment or she'd huff and snort. They said things like 'You might not give a fox, but we sent this anyway!' and 'Don't let the holidays be sour grapes!' and, his personal favorite, 'Congrats on your foxy wife, Ricky!', which made Silvia wrinkle her nose and jump off the couch.

It was Christmas Eve, and the warm (well, warm relative to the frigid below-zero nature of the previous week) weather brought the kind of snow that fell in huge fluffy flakes. Ricky woke up with Silvia in his arms again, pine needles poking his skin from her initial nap among the glossy paper wrapped presents under the tree, and with the scent of pine on top of her natural fox smell. It was one of those things he got used to, and she was cleaner and better kept than a wild fox anyway, even with pine needles in her fur. He kissed her right ear first, and it flicked, then he kissed the middle of her head, and then her left ear, which flicked against the pillow with a soft 'thwap'. Then he looked at the light filtering in through the blinds while she stirred awake, and her tail struggled to lift against the blankets, and her yellow eyes opened. She tilted her head back to look at him upside down.

"Good morning," he said, and she waggled her tail within the confines of the blankets. It was cold outside the covers and he didn't want to leave yet, so he started to run his fingertips through the thick soft fur of her chest and neck, and she held his arm with her forelegs.

She really adored being pet, even though he was a rascal and could never keep it that simple for long. To prove her point, this morning he slowly brushed his fingers up her neck until he got to her jaw, and then he grabbed her snout in his hand and wiggled her back and forth a moment. She made a chuffing sound, and he used his thumb to push her upper lip up and said "Oh yeah? Show me those chompers then, I dare you."

Silvia rolled in place and shoved her paws against him, though, thanks to being maybe twenty five pounds of winter fluff, she pushed herself away more than she shoved him out of the bed. He laughed and went to press his finger to her nosepad, but she pulled her head back and squeaked and opened her mouth as if to nip him. They played at this game for some time, before she finally rolled onto her paws and stood up and slid out of the covers and shook her coat out. That left him to get up and grab his pajamas and house robe.

They both stretched together, Ricky with his arms above his head, Silvia with her forelegs out in front of her while she arched her back and yawned. They took care of their morning routine, and he brushed his teeth and then hers, and he staggered into the kitchen to start himself a coffee and set her breakfast.

She stopped to gaze up at the Christmas tree. Oh, it was so pretty, even if she was not getting the full range of color of it. Rather than the rich reds and greens expected of Christmas colors, things looked all sorts of pastels and grays, but with the way the lights danced and twinkled and the garland glittered, she was more than happy to watch. It was a treat for Ricky to see the lights and ornaments reflected in her big, wide eyes as she looked up at it. The thing must've looked massive to her from her vantage point of all-fours, and the way her ears stood at attention and her white-tipped tail idly stirred made it obvious how enraptured she was. Every night she'd fall asleep under it, and every morning he'd wake up, arm around something soft and extremely fluffy, being poked by the pine needles she smuggled into bed in her russet fur. She watched until, out of the corner of her eye and through the glass sliding door that led to the back deck, she caught sight of the snow falling. She tip-tap-trotted across the linoleum to watch. Before her lay the back deck and the yard, unfenced and open to the woods that lay beyond, where snow blanketed the shed and the lawn chairs and the little brick firepit that was built outside, and blew around in dancing gusts of wind.

"Yeah, it warmed up a lot," her husband said as he stirred a cup of coffee. "Do you want to go out there for a bit? We can do that before we open presents."

She turned and yapped and let her tail tip flick around. He smiled and let his coffee to cool for a moment while he put on a pot to boil and start their breakfast. Ricky liked to have a boiled egg and a bowl of oatmeal with maple syrup drizzled on top, and it turned out that eggs were not the worst for foxes either, though she did prefer her egg raw rather than boiled these days, and would crunch it and lap it straight out of the shell. She was very good about keeping it in her bowl (Itself resting in a stand just off the floor so she didn't have to eat hunched over directly from the floor), whereas at first she had a very hard time with that and often ended up getting egg and shell everywhere. She also really appreciated having a sliced apple or pear now and again, and he was happy to provide, and sometimes even hand-fed her, since she so gingerly took the slices of fruit from his fingertips.

Silvia was so excited to get outside that she was practically hopping in place. Her tail was whipping wild and her paws were dancing all tip-tap-click-clack at the linoleum by the back deck door. It felt like it took her husband forever to finish his breakfast and coffee and head to the bedroom to get on his warm socks and clothes, and she spent all that time pacing back and forth, from the back door to the bedroom door and back.

"You'll tire yourself out before you even get outside," he said, and Silvia yapped in response and tried to hold still. It barely lasted five seconds, then she was off again, bounding with a furious amount of energy in her minuscule vulpine body.

Luckily, her enthusiasm was contagious and Ricky soon found himself rushing to get pull on his boots, and slip into his jacket and beanie and gloves and open the door. As soon as he did, Silvia was off like a rocket, zooming into the snow in the yard that was nearly as deep as her chest while Ricky was still sliding the door shut behind himself.

He ran to catch up with her and stomped down the steps from the deck, where she had simply jumped and sailed right over the steps and landed perfectly in the snowy yard without a sound and took off again. She stopped just a few feet away, and he ran to catch her with his arms out. She waited until he was just about to grab her before yipping and crying and jumping right out of the snow and twisting away, leaving him laughing and calling nonsense after her.

It was magical, really. She was so fast, and the cold had almost no affect on her. Sure, she felt it, especially in her paws, but it wasn't so bad with her thick winter fur. She felt the cold air on her tongue and in her lungs as she panted, but even though she was easily up to her chest in snow it didn't chill her while she darted and switch-backed and dodged between her husband's hands. She even dove face-first into the snow and it was a pleasantly crisp sensation over her snout and eyelids and ears.

She pulled her head back out of the snow and turned to look at Ricky, ears pricked, tail tense. He stopped clean in his tracks to admire her even while he huffed and puffed. Chunks of snow were spattered over her, punctuated with the fluffiest flakes perching just so on top of her fur, like an uncolored Concha pastry. Her bright gold eyes almost shone in the cloud-dimmed light, set delicately behind a thin snout, and her narrow pink tongue cascaded down her just-as-narrow jaw, between her teeth, and just past her fangs as she panted. The dark fur of her ears and her stocking-like markings on all four legs made the perfect contrast to the cinnamon and sugar of her back and flanks and underbelly. She was the perfect picture of a fox, but she had just been a human woman a couple seasons ago, she had just been his newly wedded wife.

There was something here about this situation that brought a tear to his eye, and it was not the cold, dry air, nor any sense of loss for her humanity or anything reductive like that. Sure, it was a lot to deal with the loss of her thumbs, her speech, and her ability to read. There were crying nights, sobbing nights where they held each other, unsure what the future would hold, but if they only knew then the fun they'd be having now, the warmth in his heart from this beautiful person in the shape of a beautiful animal, staring back at him with one foot on the side of nature and the other still in his life, well, it might have comforted them.

She sniffed, snorted, and sneezed and shook the snow off herself, then started off like a rocket through the snow again.

They chased each other for awhile yet, before the two collapsed in the snow with a yap from Silvia and a big sigh from Ricky. After a moment of catching their breath, the panting fox rolled over and nestled up in the crook of Ricky's arm and started to whine and pat his chest.

"You cold?" he asked. She tipped her snout up, then down. Ah, what a sight to behold, a fox nodding like something out of a Dreamworks film. "I'm pretty cold, too. Let's get inside."

He kicked his boots out on the porch and she wiped her paws on the mat inside. While he hung up his jacket and took off his hat she hopped over to the carpet to warm her paws and stretch and yawn. It wasn't exactly a structured routine, but Silvia becoming a fox had added a lot of exercise to their daily life and Ricky was getting better at keeping up! When she'd first changed, he could barely chase her and would be begging for mercy after just a few minutes, but just now they'd spent nearly half an hour running around outside, being rascals.

"I think that earned us some TV time, eh?" he asked, and Silvia yapped and nodded. She was never much of a TV watcher, having always preferred more interactive hobbies, but gaming was difficult with inarticulate paws and a head-shape that was inconducive to wearing a headset. Even watching TV was a bit difficult for her, due to her vision being much different, and the colors being muted pastels, and sometimes the much tinnier sound effects startled her and hurt her incredibly sensitive ears.

It was more about spending time with Ricky, anyway. Time where he

wasn't having to actively care for her. Time where she could do her best to follow along and they could enjoy an activity together on, well, not level ground, but closer to it. He settled on the couch and she hopped up next to him and stepped into his lap, since she was quite cold from their backyard romp.

"Oh, Silvia, you're shivering!" Ricky said, and grabbed the throw blanket from the back of the couch to wrap around them both. This was exactly what she wanted when she nosed her way into his arms, and with a foxy look of vulpine bliss, with her eyes closed, she settled into his arms.

He turned on the TV and took a minute to find whatever series they were last watching. That streaming service was worth every penny since she'd changed, and she was grateful to have the distraction. She could even manage to get the TV on when Ricky was at work, though it took a little doing, but it was easier than working a whole keyboard and she couldn't just spend all day running around in circles and chewing on furniture. As his body heat warmed her and the blanket, she let the satisfaction of the morning wash over her, and she waggled her tail against his hip and nestled her head under his chin so her ears stuck up on either side of his cheeks.

The feeling of his hand across her chest, between her forelegs,

certainly added to her snuggly bliss. She was so much smaller as a fox that he could grasp her entire chest in one strong hand that sank into her deep winter coat, and she liked that. She liked how safe it felt for him to hold her. Even when she was human she adored the way he held her, and she was so glad it didn't stop just because she became a fox.

With a start she realized she hadn't even been paying attention to the show.

"Do I need to turn it down?" he asked. He was so considerate for her comfort. She shook her head, it wasn't that. He settled back down and started to stroke the thick fur of her neck.

She had to admit that, being so close to him, wrapped in his arms and his blanket, oh, and with the smell of his scent after running around with her? She was thinking of less-than-innocent things. But how was she supposed to tell him? This was another difficulty she found since becoming a fox. It'd only gotten worse over the changing of the seasons. It was getting near that time of year for red foxes and she had the body of a completely healthy, full grown red fox vixen after all.

Maybe she could try something to get his attention, something like, hrm... She pushed her back against him with her paws on the couch cushions and tilted her head back to lick at the bottom of his chin. He laughed and grasped her forelegs as she tried to turn in place, and she had to wriggle out of his grasp and spin in his arms to get the proper angle for this idea. She ended up on top of his chest for the most part, with her white-dipped brush-tail hanging down to the floor and her forepaws on his shoulders. Her soft huffing broke upon his lightly stubbled chin as she looked over him.

"Something on your mind?" he asked, and she made a gruff noise. She really wanted to do this, but she wasn't sure how she'd get the kiss just right with her narrow little snout. Sure, since she'd become a fox, he'd kissed her snout and head, and she licked his cheek and nose back, but that wasn't the kind of kiss she was after. She wanted something romantic, lingering, like the kisses they had before.

Her heart was fluttering against his chest, but his heartbeat kept so steady and slow. She felt his breath over her whiskers and the velvety short fur of her snout, and she flushed in her pinned ears and glanced away from his eyes. Could she really do it?

She turned back to see he was still looking at her, ignoring the ongoing show. It was all just background noise to this event. She leaned up, arced her neck down, bowed her head and pressed her slightly agape muzzle against his soft, warm lips. Her own were black and much thinner, and just the contrast alone made her little vulpine heart shudder. He didn't pull back or anything, he let her kiss him, and so she did.

The stubble of his upper lip tugged just so at her short fur and after a moment of surprise, he parted his lips too. She let her eyelids flutter closed as she held like this against him, on top of him, tilting her head a bit to the left away from the television and to fit their mouths together a little better.

His hands moved, and one entangled itself in her thick neck fur and the

other rested on her sloped shoulder, and she even dared to lap against his lips with her flat, narrow tongue. This was the kiss she wanted.

She could feel something hard where her rump was resting on him with her hindlegs folded. It was behind the fabric of his pajamas, and it took her a moment to realize what it must've been. He was that easy, and after all, wasn't that what she wanted? To be bred by her strong, lovely mate? Wait- what?!

The word echoed in her mind and she suddenly felt a sense of vertigo and a stirring in her chest and stomach.

The whole time she was a fox, life was a tightrope between keeping as much of herself as she could, while indulging her animal appetites as necessary. The two of them couldn't ignore her needs. Both Silvia and her husband knew that to enforce totally human standards on her wouldn't turn out healthy. She needed raw meats, a rebalanced diet, room to run and roam. She needed brushing and bathing. Early on they learned how dangerous it would be to try and keep her vulpine nature bottled up, when she had what could best be described as a panic attack and bit her mother-in-law's arm. After that, no one else was allowed to pet and hold her or pester her or muck about with her food. Hell, she often growled at Ricky for it without even realizing, and like the moment it dawned on her that she could no longer focus on and understand words on a page or screen, when she caught herself growling she felt ashamed and afraid of herself.

She swung her head away, ears pinned, tail tucking up close to her, fur all bristled. Ricky patted her shoulders and stroked through her neck fur. "Hey, what's-" He immediately realized what had distracted her and he turned away, blushing red on his face. "Oh."

Silvia turned back to him and licked at his cheek, as if to comfort him.

"It's okay if, well, I mean, I uh-- I love you not matter what, Silvy. You know that."

She yapped. Her body relaxed again.

"And uh... Uhm... We don't have to do that, but we also don't have to not do that, you know? Uh. You know what? Let's do presents!"

Presents? Oh, it was Christmas! The tree! She wiggled out of the blankets and hopped down to the carpet and leapt over the coffee table to the tree, where she sat wiggling her tail.

Ricky stopped the show and got up and stretched and grabbed some scissors from the kitchen before join his wife. He sat down with her and picked up a brightly wrapped box at random.

"From Aaron and Todd," he read from the tag. "To Silvia. Keep warm. Should I open it?"

Silvia yapped.

"Okay then, we'll start with this one." He smartly cut the tape and opened the pet store branded box it was contained in. He drew from the cardboard a green (Though to Silvia, it appeared greyish-bluish) plaid vest with white faux-shearling, wrapped around a piece of cardboard shaped a bit like a dog's silhouette and fastened for display. The price tag on it was blacked out with marker.

For a moment, Silvia's ears fell back. A dog vest? Understandably, she was initially put off, but... She was a fox now. And that vest would've been very nice to have had earlier while they romped outside. It looked warm, and it didn't smell too awful and soon it'd smell cozy and just like her. With that reasoning she perked her ears back up and yipped in that foxy way and put her paw on Ricky's leg.

"Oh yeah, you still cold? You wanna try it on right away?"

She yapped again.

"Okay, okay, let's see how you look!"

He took the cardboard from it and snipped off the tags, and shook it out and undid the velcro belly and chest straps. Silvia was quite excited and wiggling, so it wasn't exactly as easy to put on her as it could be, but he managed to get it to sit just right. Silvia turned to look at herself, one way, then the other, then spun again and again like she was chasing her tail, still trying to get a good look at the vest.

"Looks good on you. The green really has a nice contrast with your fur."

Right, she couldn't see the color the same as she could before. At least the reminder broke her out of the endless tail-chasing spin she was about to fall into. She yapped again, and bounced on her forelegs, eager for more presents.

The next one was from Sara and Sasha, more of their online friends. This one was also addressed to Silvia and it was a package of small doggy booties, insulated and rubber coated on the bottoms. Of course Silvia wanted to try them on right away, but they went on with a little more trouble than the vest, since she had to hold still and let Ricky get a hold of her legs one at a time and pull them on and velcro them shut. She tried walking in them, but it felt strange on her paws and made her high-step as if she was parsing through deep snow.

The sound of a phone camera shutter made her stop, then pin her ears and tuck her brush tail. He'd slipped his phone out of his pajama pocket without even her noticing, and managed to get a picture of her mid high-step. Reacting like a little dog to something as simple as boots was one thing, but it being caught on camera so it could be sent to their friends? She was mortified.

"Don't worry, you're super cute. Look at you, with the green vest and the blue boots, you look so cozy!" The way he genuinely smiled did calm her down, and they would want a picture of her wearing the things they sent. It was okay. She didn't need to be wound so tight, she was still just anxious from earlier.

"Alright, just a few more," Ricky said and grabbed the next present. The other things weren't as involved, but just as cheeky. From Marcy, a pet store gift card in a fancy box with a dog treat, which was delicious actually. From Carla and Meghan, Ricky got a black t-shirt that said 'I just really, really like foxes' and had a lovely art print of a fox pouncing in snow above the text. He also got a mug that said 'For fox sake' below a charming little drawing of a fox's face with their eyes closed, and a keychain of a fox. That was the order of the season, apparently- cheeky gifts from all their friends. He kissed her forehead and told her "Merry Christmas, darling," to which she responded with a yap.

Of course, just because the gift opening was done, didn't mean the fun was over. There was a huge (Or, at least, huge to Silvia) pile of paper scrap to pounce on, tear up, make a mess, and she set right to it. Ricky protested a moment, but figured it was harmless as long as she wasn't eating it, even if it meant he'd have to do more work to clean up. And besides, she looked adorable rolling on her back amidst the rustling, shredded wrapping, especially when she paused with her eyes full of the lights of the christmas tree again.

The rest of the day went about like normal. Ricky made lunch for them both, though it was just sandwiches to make from slices of lunchmeat in the fridge, and some of the leftover lettuce from the other night, and cheddar cheese slices and aioli. He gave Silvia hers in a plate on her food stand, cut into a nice triangle, just the way she always liked them. She watched him game for a bit on the television, sat as he did the obligatory family holiday calls, and posted that picture he took of her in their friends' server to a cascade of fox and heart emojis. Then they finished the episode they'd started, and soon the sun set and the soft glow of that magnificent christmas tree was their main source of light.

Now that things were calming down, Silvia's thoughts wandered back to being revved up earlier. She'd been incredibly distracted by the excitement of the unwrapping and had momentarily forgotten all about her amorous goals, and honestly, she had not wanted to push if he was unsure of it. She still wanted what she wanted, though, and she thought to try again.

She'd long since gotten Ricky to take the rubber booties off her paws, since there was no need for them inside, but she still wore the vest, and was curled up on her husband's legs while they tried to rewatch the episode they got distracted during. It was not meant to be, however, as Silvia had something else in mind, whether driven just by instinct or by an actual idea.

She whined to get his attention, and stood up to stretch her back, arcing her hips downward and her head up. For a second she was a fiery downward arc, in a U-shape with her tail up on the opposite end from her head, and then she pulled herself straight and spun around in place to brush that fluffy brush's white tip across his nose.

Before he could say anything or do more than give a laugh, she stretched again, this time bowing her head down and reaching as far forward with her forepaws as she could. She arched her tail so it lifted up tall above back, but so the white tip would hang down over her shoulders. This, of course, gave Ricky a full view of her vixenhood and more.

It's not like he'd never noticed it before. He took care of her, obviously. She'd been a vixen for almost a year, and she was not in the habit of walking around in little fox pants or anything like that, so of course he'd seen her. Of course, with the changing of the season, the shape and color of her labia had changed as well, in that way canines did when it was getting to be their amorous season.

For a moment his heart jolted, and Ricky was seized with some feeling of... Fear? Apprehension? He just wasn't sure. This wasn't exactly the kind of situation he could get advice about- What would he do? Go on Reddit and ask them if it was still okay to bang his wife after she got turned into a fox a year ago? Part of him did wonder if it would be more chivalrous to turn her down, but the other part? Well, a lady has needs and she was asking for help.

When he grabbed Silvia's hips it sent electricity up her back and all her fur stood on end. Her tail poofed out and her neck followed suit, and she yapped. Ricky pulled her toward his chest and coiled her into a head, and she panted and rolled in his arms to turn and lick at his face. The show once again forgotten, they kissed more hungrily than before.

Her flat, narrow tongue brushed against his lips. She wriggled in his arms, and her forepaws found a home on his broad shoulders. Her claws just snagged the fabric of his loose shirt, and he grasped her lower back, just above the base of her tail to hold her against him, with his other arm around the back of her neck. Her heart fluttered in her chest. She was almost overwhelmed, overloaded from the sheer sensory value and excitement of her mate, but this was exactly what she wanted.

He slid his arm down from around her neck to cradle her, and his other hand brushed over the thick fur of the back of her thigh. Ricky's fingertips traced down the inside of her leg, so close to the hot, yearning place under her tail where she longed to feel his touch again, despite how altered she was.

Even though she wanted it, her whiskers quivered and she couldn't keep still, she twisted in his embraced. She was huffing, panting, purring, sonorous in her need, and his strong fingers were just the thing to quench her need.

He was curious, though. She was soft, hot, fidgety, but he had to take a moment to just press around her swollen labia and trace the feverish, dark, supple skin there. She was already wet, and her mewling and purring pushed him along.

He pressed his index and middle fingers inside of her, and she shivered from tail tip to ear tip in his arms and just about fell limp. Her new body was small and he had to be gentle, so he took his time with her, exploring her, drawing his fingers out, feeling around, sliding them back in. Her body gripped at them and coated them in foxy fluid, while she made the most pitiful and needy and breathy mewls and huffs.

Silvia could barely think beyond the moment here. It was just the thing she needed, and she could only exist in this moment and enjoy the ride.

Suddenly, Ricky withdrew and rolled her onto her back in front of him. He climbed out of the blankets on the couch and onto the floor, and scooped her up from the cushion to bring her down to the carpet, where he grasped both her hindlegs and pulled them up in the air. With his other hand he shoved his fingers back in and hooked them to press against her inner wall. It was just the motion to make her yipe in pleasure, and he paused for a moment to look up at her.

"Do you like that?" he asked. She couldn't nod enthusiastically enough. She was a mess; her forelegs were splayed, her tongue was hanging out onto the carpet as she lay twisted to the side with her cute vest all disheveled. He resumed his motion and the electric feeling bloomed in her body.

She lost track of time riding those waves of sensation, feeling them peak and lull until, suddenly, she reached a crescendo that felt like it lasted a whole minute and made a high pitched racket. She flushed and gasped and growled and yowled as she came with a gush of fluid and a squirt of clear liquid right onto his shirt and upper pant leg. She was left in a panting mess afterwards, and when he let go of her hindlegs (after she stopped twisting and kicking) they fell limp to the carpet.

"Good girl," Ricky said. "And Merry Christmas, darling." He pet Silvia's flank with his clean hand. There was an obvious tent in his pajamas and he had this excited air about him. After all, getting to do these kinds of horny things with his wife again was the best present he could get for Christmas.

This was just the start, but he could afford to take it slow. After all, she had a whole new foxy body to explore.