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Ethan sprawled out on the couch, looking at his tool box with a bit of annoyance as he realized that half his tools were misplaced. He took pride in his job as an electrician's apprentice and he hated when things were out of place. He leaned forward and flipped the toolbox closed with a sigh, he knew exactly what had been happening with his tool set, and there was little doubt in his mind. With a groan he stood up and stretched, moving around the couch as he tried his best to stifle his annoyance. The sound of the TV came from the kitchen just like it did every time at this time of the day. Liza wasn't about to forgo her evening shows just because she should have been working on her college work, she was above all that after all.

"Liza, what the fuck have I told you about keeping out of my tools?" Ethan snapped as soon as he cleared the kitchen door. "I need those for work."

His little sister was perched on the bar stool in the breakfast nook, her legs were pulled up high so that her knees rested against the edge of the worn table and her arms were wrapped around them. Her long black hair was pulled up in a high tight pony tail so the edges of it brushed against the back of her neck. She barely turned her head towards him as she was mostly focused on the loud show that was blasting from the counter. He stopped a low growl of annoyance and flexed his fingers a little bit, yelling at her wasn't going to do anything, she'd just play the victim, but he was damned tired of her getting into everything of his! He went across the kitchen and moved behind the counter, reaching out to snag the cord from behind the TV and yanked it straight out of the wall so the announcer who had been yelling about something immediately went silent.

"HEY!" Liza jerked her eyes up towards him and frowned. "What are you doing?"

"You were in my tool kit again!" He growled and kept ahold of the cord as Liza bounced up onto her feet. "I told you to stay out."

"I needed to fix the bathroom light, like you should have earlier!" She matched him glare for glare, her brows furrowed in annoyance. "Did you even see the way it was flickering this morning?"

"You didn't have to get into my work tools, you could have just used the ones in the garage." He pointed out, trying his best not to yell like he really wanted too. "I'm missing my tester, and two of my drill bits."

"Yeah? Well I didn't do anything with them." She shrugged dismissively. "They're probably in the bathroom still, you could have just gone and looked before storming in here."

Ethan tried to count to ten, his eyes closing as he did so, only to have the cord yanked out of his hand and pulled free. "Hey! I'm not done talking! Use the tools in the garage, they're in there for a reason!"

"Fine! I just used yours since you actually have ones that aren't rusty and work." Liza snapped back, not trying to sound repentant in the least little bit. If anything, she sounded as if she were pleased to get a rise out of him.

"I'm serious, stay out of my tools." He warned, and then shook his head back and forth for a moment. It was a battle they'd had multiple times and it never really got any better. "The next time one of them goes missing you have to pay to replace it."

"I've never lost one of your tools, I always know where they are." She answered smugly and dropped back into her seat as the announcer yelled on the TV.

"I don't fucking care, the next time you take one, you're buying another from your own money. If my tools are so good, you can buy your own bit by bit." He felt his face heating up in his anger.

He hated when his sister turned so smug about what she was doing. She had no right to take his tools or any of his stuff. She had been doing that ever since they'd been youngsters, she had no qualms about taking his toys, his clothes, his tools, anything she could get her hands on. Half the stuff she couldn't even use, but she liked to try and get him going by taking whatever she could and hiding it. He started to ball up his fists, his anger rising, he wanted to get back at her, he wanted to teach her a lesson so she'd stop doing it once and for all. She want-

-DING DONG-

The sound of the doorbell made his anger release in a rush, blowing out like a popped balloon. But Rosa always had that effect on him. He shot his sister one last look before turning back to the living room and tried to make sure that he was presentable. His fingers were clean, even the fingernails, which was a feat given the fact that he worked with them for a living. But Rosa deserved only the best, and if that meant scrubbing for half an hour or more, well past when the water went cold, he would do it for her. The doe eyed young woman always had that effect on him, she always would if he had his way. The lovely blonde was everything he had ever wanted in a woman, beautiful, big eyed, gentle and sweet. She was intelligent too, she was always able to explain things to him when he didn't understand right away, to say nothing of the fact she was remarkably open minded. She didn't seem to care about his poor house or background, or even the fact he would never wear a suit or tie, never be a high powered attorney, she just loved him. And that was the best balm of all after the small altercation with his sister.

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Liza rolled her eyes at the sound of the voices talking in the next room, it wasn't surprising that Rosa was over already, but it was still irritating. She was always around here, they never seemed to hang out anywhere but their house. Part of it was likely because her brother couldn't really afford much in the way of entertainments, but it was so annoying to deal with! That meant that she never got to enjoy the big TV or even hang out in the living room. Their parents weren't home which meant that she knew that she'd be chased out soon enough because her brother would want the entire downstairs to himself. She fixed her eyes on the screen and kept them there as she heard the voices grow louder, her brother's voice deliberately deepening so that he sounded more masculine. Just like him to try and make himself out to be something he wasn't.

"Hey, Liza, scat." He announced as soon as he walked into the kitchen, his lips twitched up in a bit of a smirk as he regarded her.

"As soon as my show is over." She retorted, barely glancing up. She wanted to snap at him, but at the same time, she didn't want Rosa to think badly of her.

Rosa was something of a fascination for her, the girl was strangely alluring in that she was attractive and had the sort of personality that invited people to get to know her better. There was something sensual beneath the warm smiling features, a hint of passion that made Liza strangely uncomfortable and curious all in one go. She had to struggle to get herself to remain on track, to not stare at the girl or make comments that weren't exactly heterosexual. It wasn't that she was lusting after Rosa, well, at least not really, she was just curious, she wanted to know what that soft skin felt like against her own, she wanted to feel the warm body pressed against her own, the curves meshing together intimately without their clothing to keep them apart.

"Hey, Rosa." She managed, looking up to see the other girl stepping into the kitchen with a pleasant smile on her face.

"Go on, git." Evan tried again, his annoyance plain.

"Oh let her stay and finish her show." Rosa smiled, her lips quirking up in a gentle smile that made her features all the more appealing. Almost elvish looking with high cheek bones and wide soft eyes. "What are you watching?"

"Just a game show." Liza almost squirmed with pleasure as the girl came up and leaned against the chair. "You know how it's easy to get drawn into them."

Evan snorted out annoyance, but he didn't say anything else. He wouldn't dare. He wouldn't go against his girlfriend or make a fool of himself in front of her, no matter how she stubborn she was. That gave her the chance to chat with Liza in a friendly manner, chattering happily about the game show and why she was being sucked into it. Liza ended up perched on the back of the bench while her brother leaned against the table radiating annoyance while he glared at her and waited for them to be done. That just made it all the better to chat up Rosa, leaning a bit closer to the girl with a little bit of a giggling laugh as her shoulder brushed against one of the girl's long legs. Rosa always smelled so good, like vanilla and cinnamon mixed together, if her skin would taste sweet if it should be licked, and the urge to do that was very much on the back of her mind.

She was wasted on her brother, wasted on those rough hands that were always touching her and rubbing her. His skin had ugly callous on them from working, her skin was soft and her fingers thin, her nails even polished. Rosa would probably enjoy that touch far more than her brother's rough gropes and attempts to make out with her. It was annoying and outrageous, just enough so that she kept watching and chatting animatedly with the girl while her brother looked on. She was almost positive that there was some interest from Rosa towards her, after all, she was always leaning in close, slipping in to visit while she was around. She was almost positive that when she was gone Rosa asked him to meet up somewhere else entirely. A slow smile spread over her features as she slipped up on the bench, sitting up on the bench so that she could rest an arm right over Rosa's legs.

"Why don't we watch in the living room? It's got a bigger screen you know." She offered, grinning widely with the offering. "We never get to hang out."

"Don't you have homework to do." Evan spoke up, looking pained while his eyes narrowed in on her, but Liza only grinned wider.

"Nah, I think that it might be fun! Don't you think?" She smiled up at Rosa. "I don't really ever get to hang out with you, you know. Even though you're here all the time."

"That's true. Oh come on, Evan, she can just hang out for a little while with us." Rosa turned those large doe soft eyes towards Liza's brother.

_She wants to hang with me. _ She grinned hugely and watched her brother cast an outraged look at her. Rosa was probably happy to have another girl around. And this would give Liza a chance she'd been hoping to have for far too long.

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"Good night." Rosa's kiss was sweet on his lips, a bare brush that made Evan smile down at her, hugging her in close, but not too close. His parents were already home and that meant they had to behave, though he longed to do more. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too." He answered softly and ran his fingers lightly along her hips before stepping back. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Of course. Tell Liza goodbye for me as well." The parting words were merry and good humored, but they didn't bring a smile to his face as she left into the darkness, instead his cheeks flushed red.

Liza had refused to leave them alone, not even for a moment, she had stayed there the entire time watching movies and inserting herself into the conversation and stopping any attempt he had at getting closer to Rosa. It had been infuriating, but even more infuriating had been the fact that his little sister had been making passes at her! Liza had always been a little flirty and playful with his girlfriend, but tonight had been the absolute limit. She wasn't just being a little flirty, she had been outright sensual towards his girlfriend. At first, he hadn't wanted to think about it, it was too outrageous and he thought he was just being stupid, but the longer the night went on, the more she pushed at Rosa, trying to get her to do something more. It was a touch of the leg, a soft suggestion of a smile, or the way that she leaned in against Rosa's side or, at one point, put her head in his girlfriends lap. It had been more than he could bear.

He had nearly snapped a dozen times, but only having Rosa there kept his mouth shut as he struggled not to do anything more than just glare at her whenever he could. Normally he had the living room to himself and her, they could kiss and snuggle together, touching and shivering against one another with forceful pushes of their lips and hips. He had been looking forward to it again tonight and instead, his sister had gotten more attention from his girlfriend. He had never imagined that he would be jealous of Liza, but there it was, he was jealous and angry, hurt and frustrated as he turned and pushed the door shut with a soft clicking sound. His cheeks were flushed hot and angry as he stepped away and ignored his talking parents in the living room, instead he stormed towards the back porch where his sister had gone to take out the dog.

The back yard was lit brightly by the flood light that had been flipped on, the light casting all the way out towards the edge of the woodline where he could see his sister with their small jack Russell terrier jumping around and sniffing this way and that. She had left as soon as Rosa had said she had to be going, her enjoyment and entertainment leaving so that he was given just a little kiss for his entire night. He was bristling and enraged as he stalked out into the darkness and made his way towards his sister, his fingers balling up a little bit with anger before he came in within ear shot of her, the flood lights made her smile appear brighter and more smug. It was the last straw.

"You are NOT allowed downstairs when she is over again! Do you understand me?!" He snapped out without even thinking, his fingers balled up so tight his nails were digging into his palm. "That was humiliating for me, what did you think you were playing at?"

"What? Playing? I was enjoying her company, it's not like you were going to do anything except grope at her." Liza answered back smartly, their dog barked a few times before going back to sniffing around eagerly.

"So what?! It's none of your damn business!" Evan replied angrily. "You just did it to get under my skin and that's all!"

"Did not! I would never do any such thing!" Liza almost stomped a foot. "Maybe I just like her too, she's nice, and she's kind to me, unlike you!"

"Make your own friends!" He stepped forward angrily, crowding against her. "You take my tools, you take up my time, you can leave my date night alone! Got it?!"

"Friends? What if she just likes me better." Liza grinned as she spoke, her eyes bright and angry. "You know, your rough hands and attempts to make her feel good are probably getting old, looks like she's more interested in me than in you anymore. I bet she thinks I'd be a good change of pace."

For one moment, Evan couldn't do more than stand still and gape at his sister and what she was saying. It didn't make any sense. He tried his best to find an answer, but as his lips opened he couldn't manage to get anything out. He had thought his sister was mostly just annoying him, play acting, but she actually though that she had a chance with Roza? The heat rushed up to his cheeks, burning with his embarrassment and outrage at the idea.

"You think she'd ever go for you?! You couldn't do a damn thing to please her! She'd just laugh in your face if you ever told her." He yelled, his voice rising up, not caring if anyone else heard. "Jesus, are you fucking deluded? What could you possibly do?"

"More than you could! More than you could ever even imagine, I bet you're still just grinding up on her and not giving her anything she really wants!" She was angry now, he could see Liza's eyes bright and enraged, barely containing herself.

"She wants a man, that's what she wants!" He snapped, balling his fists together.

"Then she had better start looking for one!"

The argument went on, they ended up close enough that Evan nearly shoved her, enraged at the suggestions that she was making about his relationship with his girlfriend. She was all but throwing it in his face that she was only coming around to see Liza. As if Rosa would ever entertain that thought! He balled his fists up and his face reddened, their voices weren't quite screaming, but were tight and angry. Neither one of them really paid attention to anything in the forest. Neither of them saw the ghostly outline of a fox that yawned and stepped out of a tree, stretching forward with a bit of a bowing of his back, his emerald eyes bright and interested at the argument at hand. The kitsune had very keen hearing, and the fighting teenagers fixated his attention as his ghostly form became more and more solid, white luxurious fur growing and solidifying by the moment as they carried on.

It had been quite some time since he had roused himself from his home. Normally he preferred to remain in the quiet and dark, sleeping and ignoring the sounds of the city around him, but now his ears were pricked up high on his head. He loved a bit of chaos and mischief, more than anything he enjoyed conflict, but most conflict in the modern world was all too boring and petty. This was something that tasted personal and deliciously complicated. He grew as his attention became sharper, moving from the size of a regular fox to larger and larger, his tails blossoming to reveal all of them as they twitched and flicked wildly behind his haunches. They never even looked towards him as he stepped out of the woods, not until the dog began to bark wildly and incessantly.

Evan was the first to realize that they weren't alone, their barking dark made him pause to shush the terrier before he saw the fox sitting on his haunches, a large smile on the vulpine features with emerald eyes that were glittering with mirth. The moment he stopped yelling at Liza, she went silent and seemed to realize that they were being watched as well. The creature's smile grew wider, the fox moved with a lazy grace as it...he stood up and gave a shake of his long fur, sending out little firefly like sparks that danced in the air brightly. A white aura moved around them, spreading and wrapping so that Liza made a little sound and Evan took a step back.

"Come now, children, don't be afraid." The fox's muzzle parted as he spoke, the voice rich and velvety. "I see that you are quite divided on this matter."

"What's it to you?" Liza snapped out, her eyes flicking towards her brother, still raw and angry looking

"I think that I should be a peace-maker in this case, I don't want you to continue arguing, in fact, your yelling is what woke me up." The fox purred and stepped forward, it was as large as a pony, but graceful as it padded around them. The long tails were flicking wildly behind it as Evan felt his alarm fading, almost as if a drug was lacing itself over him. "Which one of you is in the right?"

"I am!" Evan spoke up.

"Me!" Liza answered in the same breath as his own.

"Ahh, I see, now, one of you is right and the other is wrong, but your arguing isn't going to do a thing to make the answer come to light." The fox settled on his haunches thoughtfully. "I suppose the only way to find out which one of you is in the right is to place a wager on the line, where the winner claims all."

"A wager?" Evan asked wearily, even as his sister's eyes lit up brightly at the idea. She would be eager to get any leg up on him that she thought she could.

"Of course!" The fox brightened, and the oppressive feeling kept growing, it wasn't natural, but the brighter the light came from the white creature the more drowsy and strange he felt. It was harder to remember why he should be alarmed. "Do you not want to prove yourself right? Or are you afraid that you'll be wrong?"

"No, I'm not afraid!" He spoke up immediately, his eyes brightening as the fox's grin looked almost sinister.

"Then, we will have a wager between your sister and yourself." His eyes turned towards Liza. "You will both set out to win our fair Roza's heart." The fox's tails wrapped around himself, almost as if he were hugging himself with joy at his idea. "Whoever wins will be victorious and have our fair lady, but whoever loses, they will wear the mark of their shame on their changed bodies."

"Changed body?" Liza spoke up, sounding unsure, even as Evan stared at the fae beast that was exuding smug excitement.

"Of course, it is only fitting that the loser be punished for lying to the winner, wouldn't you agree?" The fox turned his gaze back and forth between them expectantly.

He didn't want to make this bet, the way the fox was looking at them hinted that it's idea of fun and games was well beyond just a little tweak to make fun of the loser. At the same time, his sister was glaring at him, her eyes bright and eager, she had no chance of winning. Didn't she deserve to actually get something back for making a mock of him all night? For even hinting that Rosa would want him?

"Then again, if you think you'll lose, I suppose that that in and of itself is the answer. Such a shame, I thought one of you were right," The fox spoke up slyly, almost pityingly. "I'll have to just find the right bo-"

"Deal!" Liza yelped out immediately, as if she was worried a prize might be taken from her, her eyes glaring at him in a challenge.

"Deal." He replied, narrowing his eyes at her. If she thought that she could win Roza's heart she was sorely mistaken, she'd be the one punished not him.

"Ahhh very good, the loser. . . well." The fox laughed merrily and leapt up, the six thick tails waving behind him. "The loser will get exactly what they deserve for lying. However you play, whether timid like a rabbit, fierce a badger, sly as a fox, you will become that creature. A fitting punishment, don't you think?"

The fox bounded off, his ears held high as the laughter faded back to both of them, and the bright white aura that he had brought with him started pull closer towards Evan and his sister. He had a moment of confusion and, then, of panic before the light suddenly drew closer in to both of them, a snapping sound, a flare of heat that poured through him and took his breath away. He heard his sister's cry as well, a dim sound before the world went dark again, the air lightened, leaving only his chest strangely heavy and his cheeks flushed with heat. Had that really just happened? Or was it all a dream?

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Two weeks later

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Liza came home from school with an angry sound as she tossed her book bag directly on the back of the couch and tried not to throw it so hard that she'd break open the soda she had in it. She wanted to kick it, she wanted to scream or have a fit, she wanted any number of things, but she couldn't do them. She glared at the blank TV and then let out an angry puff before turning away from the living room and started towards her bedroom where she could at least be alone. Normally she wanted to enjoy the living room while she had it, but today was the last straw. Ethan was all but flaunting the fact that he had the upper edge against her with Rosa. If it had been a fair fight she would have been okay with it, but he was already in a relationship with Rosa and had begun to steal her away for most of the day, every day, refusing to give Liza even a chance.

Today, she had come home and found them together in his car in front of the house, with her seated firmly in his laps and cupping against his cheek as she kissed him. With tongue! She knew that Roza was interested in her, but Evan made sure that they weren't going to have a chance. She stormed up to her room, not above stomping her feet on the stairs as she went down the hall towards her bedroom. She could have sat around the living room hoping for a snippet of time to lure Rosa away, but she had done that already and her brother always came in alone refusing to even let her have that chance. There should have been rules that would let them have equal chances. If she had known that there would be no rules she would have never agreed to this!

She didn't bother peering out of her window to see the parked car, instead she gave herself a shake and started to peel out of her school uniform. She wasn't going to torment herself tonight, there was no good just staring with so large eyes at absolutely nothing, it was better that she tried to figure out what her next move would be. There were at least a few times during the day that her brother was distracted by work and Rosa should be free, perhaps she could simply sneak in then and find her way into getting together. Perhaps she could get something to eat and invite Rosa, or perhaps they could even go see a movie. It would be an easy excuse, she didn't have that many friends after all and Rosa had hinted they might enjoy some time together seeing a movie or even going out to some sort event like a zoo or museum. Hardly romantic.

As she peeled off her shirt, she realized that there was something immediately wrong with the way that her bare skin felt. She reached down and brushed against the line of the belly, jerking away the moment she felt the brush of soft plush fur running along the pads of her fingers. Her stomach went cold as she let out a short protesting sound, feeling the softness brushing along her nails as she jerked her head down to stare at her own pale stomach. It was no longer smooth pink skin, but soft white fur that was growing around her navel, and it wasn't the only spot! Along her side, light brow fur was growing in streaks, curling back around her back so that she lost sight of it, but her hands could still feel it, fumbling and rubbing against the small of her back and higher up.

"No. . . " Liza swallowed, her cheeks going hot as she left her room, not caring that she was topless as she went to the bathroom she and her brother shared and flipped on the lights.

Under the bright white illumination she saw the dark brown and white fur that was covering her body, not all of it, but in patches and streaks, from just bare fuzz to thick soft patches of fur. She turned around wildly, the entire line of her back was rabbit soft fur that ran all the way down past the line of her skirt to a tiny bulge. It wasn't large enough to really see if she hadn't been staring intently at her own changes. She started to push her skirt down, but a glance at her own face stopped her. Her angled cheeks the same, smooth and soft skinned, but as her hair fell forward she noticed that her ears had grown longer and more tapered towards the tip. Her cheeks were dark red, her eyes large as she stopped reaching towards her skirt and instead reached towards her ear tips. They were changing, she was changing! She was losing!

"Aww they look cute on you, sis." Evan's voice was mocking and she spun away from the mirror to see her brother leaning against the door. "What do you think? Rabbitish huh?"

"Get out of here!" She snapped, reaching for the door, but he moved and pushed it back with his smug smile only growing wider.

"Why? You wanted to make this bet, it's only fitting that I get to see you lose it." His eyes flicked over her. "Look at that furry tummy! Isn't that adorable?"

"Shut up!" She reached for a towel, humiliated and enraged that her brother was looking at her like this.

As she caught the towel his hand snagged out and his fingers hooked right at the back of her skirt to keep her from going any further. She tried to bat him away, while at the same time swinging the towel up and in front of her chest, glad at least her bra hid her from his sights. He didn't waste any time, he pulled and dragged against her skirt, steadily tugging it downwards so that she felt the upper curve of her rump cheeks peeping into view where she had no hope of hiding herself. She forgot the tall and tried to grab his hand away, only to hear him exclaiming in delight before she was allowed to push him all the way away.

"You have a tail! Look at that!" He crowed excitedly and Liza let out an outraged sound and stumbled away.

She glanced behind her, and saw what he was talking about, the sick feeling in her stomach only growing as she caught sight of the small fluffy tail that was nestled right above her ass cheeks in plain view. It wasn't big, it was just a small cotton ball nub, but it was there, an addition that she had never imagined.

"Can you wiggle it, bunny?" Evan asked, grinning ear to ear. "I bet Roza would find you adorable with a cute little bunny tail."

"Leave me alone! I still have a chance!" She pushed past him, jerking her skirt back up and over her tail again, but she could feel the nub perked up there.

"Oh really?" He grinned, raising his brows up high in the air. "Well, probably do have a chance to know her a lot better now. Her father deals in fur you know, a fine rabbit like you? Why, he'd have you skinned up and cooked in an instant! Yum!"

He licked his lips laughing as she bolted away. She didn't look back, she was outraged and humiliated, she had been trying to do her best to win Rosa, but it wasn't enough. It was never enough as long as her brother kept playing up his advantage where she had none.

I only have the advantage if I find one to use. I can't just keep waiting and grabbing small snippets of time... She thought to herself bitterly. I've been acting like a mousey little rabbit, scared of my own shadow. That won't win me the bet, it's all but giving it to him. Well not anymore.

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"Come on, Evan! Stop dragging your feet!" Alan gave Evan a shove, nearly making him stumble as they pushed their way to the locker room. "You've been slow all day."

The rest of the soccer team were shoving their way in, all of them sweaty dirty from their practice, and he was doing his best to keep up, though his legs ached strangely as he came in after his friends. His body ached all today, but he wasn't sure if it was just from a hard practice or the fact that he was running on nearly no sleep at all. The night before he had spent in bed, listening to his girlfriend and his sister giggling together in the next room. It had been a long, long night, one that had made him itch to storm into the bedroom and just sit there, just to stop anything from happening. Not that he had been able to, of course, his father and mother had put that particular notion out of his head almost the moment he had learned that Liza had invited Rosa for a sleep over. The lock on his door kept him in so that he couldn't try for anything 'funny'.

Evan frowned to himself as he glanced over at his more jubilant friends and tried to find a way to fake a smile of his own. In the last few days his sister had started to gain ground rapidly with his girlfriend. It had all started when she had begun talking to Rosa about the one thing that she loved best, fashion. Her father worked with fine fur, wool, fleece and any number of fine clothe that he made and worked with for the fashion industry. Rosa had picked up on his passion, but her eye was set on the fashion world and what things could be created with a steady hand and eager eye. She was always inventing and trying to make new patterns, new designs, her father lavishly gave her whatever she wished to work with, no matter the cost, and Liza had found her entrance in the single phrase "can you make me an outfit?"

He had been nearly there, almost convincing his girlfriend to go all the way with him, both of them so hot and heavy that he had delighted in the changes of his sister. It had been vindication of what he knew was true, and it was all wiped away by the brutal assault that had come after his teasing. Liza was pushing into the lead, refusing to make way for him, using everything she could to make sure that he was left in the dust, stammering and angry as he tried to find his way back full into his girlfriends affections and time.

"You going out with Rosa after this?" His friend asked, wiggling out of his uniform. "If not we're all going out to drink."

"I dunno." Evan answered dully and dropped his knee pads into his locker, opening the door wider so he could peel off his shoes. "Maybe, I think I gotta go home first."

Last night Rosa had been invited over for a sleepover, a sleep over of all things! Liza had been smug and bragging of it all late afternoon as his parents had laid down the rules. He was locked in his room so that he wouldn't end up tempted to go make out with his girlfriend or do anything more with her, but Liza was given free rein. He had wanted to tell them about their bet so badly that it had nearly spilled out of his mouth, but he had stopped. He had a feeling that his mother would just laugh at him, or worse, there would be no real reaction at all except for a visit to a therapist. Liza hadn't been at the breakfast table the next morning, though Rosa had given him a sweet enough goodbye, there was no hint as to what had happened. His entire day had been filled with dread and anger, trying to find a moment to pin down a little sister and find out what had happened. Surely she would have been bragging at breakfast, eager to watch him get embarrassed and frustrated.

He peeled his shirt off and threw it in his locker forcefully, not caring about anything except his present anger towards his sister. The rest of the team was already moving into the showers with their loud voices only making him feel more excluded as he began to wriggle out of his shorts. He just wanted an answer, even if it wasn't the one he was expecting. He tugged his shorts lower, bending over to peel them off so that his ass was bared towards his locker when he realized that Alan was staring at him with a puzzled look on his face. The other boy furrowing his brow just enough to show his confusion as he tilted his head to one side.

"What are you staring at?" Evan snapped eventually and stopped in the act of pulling his pants down towards his hips.

"What'd you do, lose a bet?" Alan gestured with one hand. "Or did you just feel like wearing fur today under your uniform?"

"What the shit?!" Evan yelped out and jerked his pants back up, turning wildly around to see a flash of thick white fur coating the edge of his side, trailing towards the line of his back. "No!"

"No what? Dude, if you're into the kinky shit with Rosa I don't want to know." Alan lifted his hands up, but Evan was already grabbing his dirty shirt and began to stuff it on.

"It's not that, it's my stupid little sister." Evan felt the itchy fur, it wasn't just on his back, he had been itching all day beneath his uniform, but he had thought it was just the fact he was sweating and dirty, not this! "I'm going to kill her!"

"Better off just high fiving her! It almost looks real!" Alan called, laughing, as Evan darted out of the locker room, not even bothering with his clothing.

How much had changed? He could feel the fur, but he couldn't tell how much had been growing beneath his clothes or how far it had gone. He wanted to feel all over, to find a mirror and look in it just to see what had changed, but he didn't dare stop. He had to get home, what if someone looked closer and realized that this wasn't just something like an odd prank? They would throw him in a room with scientists and sharp utensils! He was shaking a little as he managed to run towards his car, ignoring a few of his friends who called out curiously to him. He didn't care, he had to get out of here, he had to get home. In dread, he felt his bones aching strangely as he reached his vehicle and threw open the door. There was already fur growing along the back of his hand, soft and sleek looking as he struggled to get the thing open and clambered inside. What had she done?! He hadn't changed her this swiftly.

~ ~ * ~ ~

The drive proved to nearly be impossible to make, Evan's car nearly hit the front of the garage as he pulled up as his feet were dangling strangely from the seat. His shoes had fallen off, they were far too large now and his ankle was feeling too high up in the air. His hands were more like paws, he had watched them as he drove, the fingers pulling back, the bones shifting as the joints popped. He had tried to ignore it, but it had been almost impossible. How could he ignore soft plush fur growing on him? The itch of it as it crawled along his spine and trailed down towards his hips? Or the way that his breathing was filled with the strange sweet scent of something he didn't understand on the air. His senses were sharper, that alone made him able to throw his weight down to reach the break before he crashed.

"LAHSHA!" He called out, mangling her name with a rough feeling tongue, pushing himself out of the door before nearly hitting the ground.

The fur was now thicker, far too thick, it made his shirt strangely tight around his chest as he stumbled forward and felt his feet struggling to hold up his weight. His legs were hard to balance on now, they wanted him to lean so far forward that was positive he was about to fall face first onto the ground, and only the fact he was able to splay his legs open wide kept him up. Every step was hard, his hips ached faintly as he saw the snowy white fur coated the edges of his wrists, rising towards his elbows, coating and covering him as he aimed himself towards the front door. His tongue felt strange, longer than his mouth so that the tip poked out between his lips as he scrabbled for the doorknob. The moment he touched the round handle, he knew he was doomed. His attempts to turn it were met with a firm clicking sound of a locked door.

_No no no no nono... _ He thought in a panic, trying with all his might to turn the knob, hoping it was just a trick.

His fingers were too short and stubby to be of any help getting at his keys, he hadn't even managed to get them out of the ignition on his car. He whimpered as he fumbled and pushed, trying to get in, but the longer he stood there, the harder it became to remain on his feet. His back began to ache and throb, he wanted to drop down to all fours as he became wobbly. His shirt fell loose around him, even the thick fur that was poking out of the neckline wasn't enough to make it fit properly on him. He panted shallowly, his ears tipped flat back against his head as he felt them shifting and aching, the warmth spreading towards the tips. Something was happening, this wasn't right! She hadn't turned this fast!

He awkwardly moved off the porch, alternating between walking on two legs, and hobbling on all fours in a manner that felt disturbingly comfortable. The fur had started to coat his cheeks, but that was only the surface change. He could feel his teeth curling inwards, growing sharper by the moment as he wobbled his way around the house and towards the basement door. There was only luck on his side in that it was unlocked, his father rarely locked the basement door, it meant that he was able to stumble down the stairs and into the dark cool basement without any issue save for his balance. His pants tugged off, he was stepping on the hem as his body became shorter and his legs more compact. He tried to pull them back up, but his arms stubbornly refused to work the way he tried to make them bend. With an angry growl he ended up giving up, feeling his pants being tugged away and something flopped out against his ass cheeks.

A tail. He paused on his ascent of the stairs and looked behind him at the thick plush tail that was waving behind him, it was growing by the moment, thickening and drooping down as it became heavier. His ears pinned back flat and he whimpered out in terror, the changes weren't simply to his tail and more unimportant areas, there was a change happening right between his legs that he was trying his best not to peer too closely at. His cock was still slightly floppy and soft, but it was a dark red color that had no business being on his body, jutting out from the opening of a white furred pouch that was slung low on his belly. He trembled and jerked his eyes away, instead he used the fearful energy to plunge up the stairs at a rapid pace that nearly sent him sprawling down against the stairs as he reached the top. His nose was pushing outwards, inching out from his face at a rapid pace.

His paws scrabbled against the knob, much as it had on the front door, but as he pushed forward he found the same problem that he had found at the front door. His hands... paws scrabbled at a locked door as he threw himself forward and tried to twist himself about, throwing his shoulder with a high pitched sound. He tried to yell out, his half-muzzle opening as he let out a ragged barking sound that was more animal than human. He tried to brace himself against the step as he paws roughly up and down against the wood, growling out low in his throat as he pinned his ears and heard something coming from deeper in the house.

If he had been human he wouldn't have heard it, but his ears were sharper than they had ever been in his life and the sound of a soft whimper reached him, a whimper that wasn't his own. He froze, one paw lifted up and trembled as the sound came out again, this time deeper and there was the faint sound of something moving. It was so familiar that voice, the soft moaning cry of Rosa rang in his ears as he stepped back and stared at the door, it wasn't a sound that he had ever made her make, but it was her. He knew it! He trembled as the sounds were punctuated with the soft higher pitched sounds of his sister. His sister! His tail tucked down as he hunched against the top step and tried to block out the sounds of the mingled voices.

He could hear a bed moving, the soft moans and ever so faintly something slick sounding that made him curl his lips back in an impotent snarl as he stared at the door. Liza was supposed to be in school! She was supposed to be gone! This couldn't be happening. He gave himself a shake, shuddering as his muzzle pushed out further, his body starting to grow smaller as he lunged forward and scrabbled harder. His blunt pink-white claws left marks on the door as he cried out and yelped out wildly, his voice didn't come out with an angry burst of rage, but a high pitched whimper as he tried to distract him. His snarls grew louder, but they were high pitched and harmless as he leapt up towards the door knob, it was growing increasingly far away as he grew smaller.

"LIZA!" He heard the shrill cry coming from his girlfriend, the sound bursting out loud enough that he froze and shuddered as a wave of heat ran down the length of his spine.

I guess we know who the loser is... A merry voice echoed in his mind as his body tightened strangely, the form of a snow white fox solidifying around him.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Liza heard the scrabbling of claws on the door, she had heard it even through the distraction of being with Rosa, but at the time she had easily been able to push it out of her mind and concentrate only on the pleasure of feeling the other girl beneath her. She was still panting shallowly at the end, her body aquiver with sensations when she finally realized exactly what the sounds were that she was listening to from the next room. It was easy to forget that there was someone else in the house, her body was still trembling, her heart racing as she moved through the kitchen on the excuse that she could go and get them some water. Rosa was still basking in the afterglow in the bedroom with the promise that Liza was going to bring her some water, but that was only secondary on her mind. She had heard the rapid scrabbling sounds, and they were only building rapidly so that the locked door was shaking.

She had been noticing the changes in her brother happening rapidly over the last few days, they had been mostly been smaller ones, he probably hadn't realized at all that his eyes were starting to grow lighter and his teeth pointed, but she had noticed them. With a grin on her face she unlocked the door and stared down at the small white form that was glaring up at her from the first step of the basement. The fox's ears were pinned flat back to his head, the pale amber eyes and slit pupils gave her a furious look before the lips curled back and the dainty muzzle opened. The sound that came out wasn't her brother angry snarling voice, but a sudden high pitched bark that erupted out at her with all the rage the diminutive creature could muster. It was almost like a shrieking bark that made Evan freeze and take a sudden step down the stairs with a humiliated look on his animalistic features.

"What's wrong, brother dear? Aren't you happy with finally knowing which one of us was right?" She asked with a grin, crouching down.

She hadn't bothered taking the strap on off, it was a bit of a trophy to mock her brother with as the lurid blue toy jutted up from her loins as proudly as any male might have. She wanted him to see that she could pleasure Rosa just as good as any male, and she had done just that. The fox was larger than she had thought, far larger than a cat with thick plush fur that was snowy white from the tip of his muzzle all the way down to the bushy length of the tail that was longer than his entire body combined. His ears were small and delicate looking, the fur so thick they were nearly hidden as they folded down flat and her regarded her in abject horror. He was obviously still in shock, which meant that she had the chance to reach down and grab the back of his neck and the loose scruff. He yelped and scrabbled, fighting the hold as she hauled him up with a bit of a grunt, he was heavier than she had imagined beneath the fur, but she still managed to pull him up into her arms.

"Poor thing, we can't have a fox running around free in the house you know." She murmured at her struggling brother, dragging the furred form in closer to herself.

It was too much to resist, she ended up pulling him so that she was tucked right up against the jutting strap on, pressing against it the underside of the white fluffy belly while her fingers moved to cup right under the forelegs so that Evan was trapped tightly. He struggled and twisted, but there was little he could do to escape as he was carefully brought out of the basement, her eyes already sliding towards the small kennel in the kitchen they kept their dog in. It was easy to swing the cage door open with one hand and tumbled her brother into it with a soft laugh. She had won, and victory was going to get so much sweeter.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Evan leapt up onto all fours with her thick tail whipping back and forth behind him as he glared up at his sister, trying to ignore the bright blue dildo jutting out from her loins. He had never been so enraged in his life, he was shaking with it as he lunged towards the front of the cage and his teeth clacked off of it with a metallic ringing sound before he jumped backwards and tangled his paws against the fabric that was sprawled out under him and nearly fell onto his haunches, much to the humiliation of her laughter that was mocking him. His ears pinned back flat on his head, turning his eyes to one side, not wanting to even look at her. How could she do this to him? She should have taken it just far enough to do what he did, make fun of him, not go all the way!

The scent of sex was thick in the air, he could smell it, feminine and sweet, something arousing and confusing even as he hunched his shoulders down and tried his best to ignore the way that Liza was moving around the kitchen so damned smugly. His entire body felt as if it were still tingling from the feel of the change, there was a bit of heat that was lurking beneath the thick plush coat. He had never been so over heated in his life, the room was warm, but it couldn't be as warm as all that, he was being smothered by the thick fur and that made it impossible to keep cool. His entire body was tensed and uncomfortable feeling as he tried to push the blanket beneath him away so he wasn't getting tangled in it.

"You know, I think I like you like this. You look rather cute." Liza commented with a sly looking grin on her face. "I mean, you are so fluffy looking, and just look at that tail, quite pretty, for a boy."

_How dare she! _ He glared back, bristling angrily, only to hear her laughter spilling down around him mockingly, taunting him while his entire body went tense and enraged.

"Aww come on, growl again, I think it was adorable!" Liza taunted him with a twitch of her lips meant to egg him on.

In answer, he turned around and put his back to her without even answering, he tried not to focus on the small cat like feet that he now boasted, or the way that they were nearly lost in the belly fluff that fluffed out as he moved. He was a fox of some sort, but not like any fox he had ever seen. He was bigger and fluffier and strangely longer than a red fox was, he could have called himself an arctic fox, but it felt all wrong. Every part of him was changed, even the most intimate parts were now hidden along the underside of his stomach in the softness of the fur, but he still could feel the odd sensation of a sheath wrapped around his cock, slung low on his belly where he was only grateful that the fur hid it mostly from sight. It all felt so unreal, even as he could feel every new muscle, every new bone, every bit of fur, it still felt as if it were some sort of bad dream that he was trying to wake himself out of.

"You're taking an awfully long time." Rosa's soft voice called his attention back and he jerked his head up high, turning to see his girlfriend padding into the kitchen in nothing else but a loose robe wrapped around her waist. "Is everything okay?"

"Oh sorry, I have to get some water for this little guy too and I was going to put some kibble in the cage." Liza brightened up immediately as she gestured down towards Evan.

"Oh!" Rosa's swift intake of breath sounded delighted as she turned to look at his cage, Evan's ears burned and he cringed away. "That's not your dog!"

"No, he's not, I caught him a few days back. I don't think he's really a wild animal, but someone must have set him loose." Liza was filling one of their dogs dishes with water, looking down at him with a smile teasing her lips. "I figured that I could find him a home pretty easily."

"C'mere, little guy." Rosa crouched down with a smile right in front of the cage with absolutely no look on her face that she knew who he was or that anything was wrong. She smelled like his sister. "Aren't you lovely, that coat is just absolutely perfect!"

"He is pretty." Liza answered and offered her the bowl. "Here, you can slip it in, he won't bite, he mostly just sulks that he's in a cage."

Rosa was smiling at him, the look on her face interested and not the least bit confused about he situation as she picked up the bowl. Evan would have bitten the hell out of his sister if she had been the one to open the door, but as it was Rosa he was forced to remain standing in place without doing anything except praying that she would actually LOOK at him and see that something was wrong. The door was only opened a little bit to allow for the water dish to be set down, and it was followed by another dish filled to the brim with triangle shaped kibble piled high and absolutely disgusting looking. She cooed at him, talking in a babyish fashion that made him tip his ears back and move towards the back of the cage whining softly to himself. He was only rewarded with a few soft baby sounds as she held the cage door cracked open for him. It wasn't open enough for him to bolt through, just enough that she could get a good look at him.

"He's scared, a shame, I bet someone just had him as some sort of exotic pet and let him go, not even realizing how rare he is." She finally closed the door as she spoke. "Have you tried putting up ads at all?"

"Yes, though I think Evan is getting tired of having him here." Liza wriggled out of the strap on, grinning straight at him as she did so, making sure that he was watching her move. He gaped at his naked sister and flushed hotly, feeling his cheeks burning beneath the warmth of the fur that covered him.

"Evan..." Rosa turned her head a little, dismissing him as she spoke. "Oh god, what am I going to tell him about all of this! I never meant for this to happen."

_At least she feels some guilt. _ He thought to himself, trying to remain very still as Liza offered a glass of water towards Rosa.

"Well, I mean, obviously neither of us did, it's not your fault. I mean, Evan's a good guy and all, but maybe he's just not the right one." Liza answered softly, leaning right up beside Rosa. "There's no shame in that, you know."

"I know, it's just, he's so sweet and I don't want to hurt him." Rosa's brows furrowed a little and Evan raged as his little sister slipped an arm around her intimately. How dare she?! He nearly yelped out a protest as he jumped towards the front of the cage.

"We'll tell him together, okay, for now, why don't we just enjoy our day. It's best to not borrow trouble, you know." Liza murmured softly as Evan reared up and placed his paws on the cage door, glaring at both of them with barely contained anger.

"Poor thing, he doesn't even want his food." Rosa spoke up, shifting the subject as he looked down at Evan.

"I think I'm going to go take him over to the neighbor kids house, it's his birthday, I know he is always playing that silly 'what does the fox say' video, he might enjoy having one for a pet." Liza watched him as she made the suggestion.

Evan froze and dropped back from the front of the cage door, he knew the neighbor kid she was talking about. The ten year old boy was a rough and tumble lad who had a habit of handling anything he could get his hands on roughly, sometimes even hurting whatever it was he wanted to play with. He remembered the dog the kid had had was always bedraggled and rough looking, obviously having been poked and strapped to various wagons to carry the boy around, perhaps whipped like a horse. The very idea made him curl his thick soft tail down and between his legs as he pulled away, he had just been joking about what he would have done if his sister were a rabbit, he hadn't been serious! How could she even think that a suggestion like that was something she should seriously consider?

"Oh no! You don't want to just give him away as a pet." Rosa's eyes widened a little in disbelief. "Do you see his coat? How white it is? Most of the times foxes like that have a yellow tinge to them so they can be used, but they're never really the white you want. That coat is pure white, even the under coat and look how thick! I bet it's at least three inches thick, if not four inches in most places."

"Oh. . . I hadn't thought of that." Liza watched him carefully, her eyes slanted ever so slightly. "He does look rather white and showy."

"Yes, father would pay quite a lot for a fox like that for his use." Rosa crouched down again to look at him through the bars of the cage. "He would be absolutely perfect to have."

"You'd want to skin him?" Liza was looking as though she were thinking about it and Evan felt a cold tightness in his belly as they kept watching him.

"Oh! Well, not if you're attached to him of course. You can always keep him as a pet, they do make good pets." She answered brightly. "We have some pet foxes and rabbits that are just for breeding until they are too old, and they're really rather sweet."

"Oh. . . " Did Liza actually look disappointed?! "Well, I think that you'd take far better far of a fox than I would. And if he's so rare, he'd be lost here just sitting in a cage with his fur not being treated properly."

"I'm sure my father would pay-" Rosa started, but Liza leaned over and suddenly kissed her! With full tongue, passionately and long as their bodies were pressed against one another and they were sliding intimately close. Their tongues were obviously working against one another in the most lewd way possible, making him bristle and a soft growl bubble up from his throat before they pulled away again, Rosa's eyes soft with passion. Evan almost choked up a wave of nausea as he realized they were talking about treating him like a fur-animal, to be killed and skinned!!

"He's a gift, from me to you, something to show you just how much I love you." Liza murmured softly, with feeling, and Evan was left staring at them both. He couldn't be given away! His parents would question what had happened to him, the school would start to question! Someone would find out he had been taken!!

~ ~ * ~ ~

Evan was forced through the humiliation of being stuffed into a smaller cage, forcibly locked into a pet carrier that made him feel claustrophobic with his thick soft fur so large that it was almost too much for him. The girls talked in the car, their hands always touching each other while his cage had been facing the front so he had to watch them doing so. He had thought Rosa would have loved him enough to actually talk to him, not simply jump someone else because it felt right. The more he thought about it, the more depressed and angry he felt as he dropped his head down onto his paws and did his best to ignore their interactions. He was just happy that the drive to Rosa's house wasn't that long or he might have done something stupid to nearly hurt himself. He wanted to chew and break the metal open to the front, but he knew that his chances of managing that were few and far between, it was better if he just hunkered down and did his best to ignore what was being said about and to him.

He had been in Rosa's house a number of times, but this time he was hauled in and swung back and forth in a carrier straight past the front room of the sprawling and estate and towards the back room. This was a place he'd never gone, it connected with the back yard where they kept various runs, stalls and enclosures for their animals. The moment the back door opened he could smell the scent of animals thick on the air, they were flooding his senses and making it impossible to ignore. He had never imagined his sense of smell could be so strong, but here he was snuffling and trying to ignore the harsh scents that spiced the air so strangely, her breathing coming in short bursts. Every one of them was a rough sound in his eras as he gave a few shakes of his head to get rid of the smells, his ears twitching against his thickly furred head. The carrier was set down on a small counter with a little thud that made him splay his paws open wider.

"Dad! Come and see what Liza has given to me!" Rosa spoke up excitedly as the cage was turned a little bit, giving him a glimpse into several large pens that were currently empty.

"What's that?" The deep rumble of Ted, Rosa's father, reached his ears and Evan twitched a little bit as the front of the carrier was opened up.

"Just come and look at him! You're going to just die!!" Rosa's voice was high pitched with excitement as her hand reached into the cage.

Evan could have bitten her father or his sister, but he couldn't bite her, instead he hunkered down tightly and closed his eyes nearly the entire way as the hand reached in and caught him right around the scruff of the neck. The grip squeezed tightly and gave a sudden pull, dragging him out of the dark carrier and into the bright light. He tucked himself in close, curling his forelegs in close to his lower body, trying his best not to writhe in place as he was exposed to the light and cringed a little bit while everyone was staring at him. He had met Rosa's father quite a few times, but this time he was naked and small, terrified and hunched down close to himself as he was lifted up higher in the air and the older man reached out to take him. Ted wasn't a new hand to dealing with animals, in fact, the man was easily able to tuck his body in close so that his jaws and claws were away and the thick large hand cupped right against his chest and upper belly in the most disconcerting way possible. His nostrils started to flare wide with panicked breaths as he was flipped around and shifted, the hands moved him as if he were nothing at all, despite the fact he knew he was quite large.

"He's actually white!" The hand reached along him, shifting a little bit. "A true white at that, with pink. Where on earth did you get this?!"

"I-i found him." Liza sounded a little uncertain as she edged into view and looked closely Evan. He glared at his sister and tried to kick away, only to have the grip on his stomach tighten and jerk him backwards again. "He was running wild, I think someone just couldn't take care of him anymore and let him go."

"Hmmph, not even knowing what they have." The man set him down and began to run his fingers through the fur, sinking in deeper. "Exquisitely soft, I've never felt them this soft, must have been well fed, indeed."

"What did you mean pink, Dad?" Rosa spoke up and squinted at Evan a little bit. "He looks all white to me."

"Ahh, that's because you're caught up looking at the outer coat, come here, now." The man pinned Evan down with one heavy hand the fingers worked to spread the fur open wider, parting all the way down to the undercoat. "See there?"

"That's just skin." Liza replied uncertainly, but the man chuckled and blew right against his fur, sending the air spreading the fur open wider with a sudden blast that made him squirm and whine out. "Isn't it?"

"No, its actually pink fur." Ted's voice became excited. "White foxes are rare, well true white foxes are, but there is another breed that is even more rare and this is a pink. He must be relatively young still, only two years or so. When he gets to five years old this white coat will be a pale salmon color, or in other words pink. Nearly impossible to find, it's just a mutation that is incredibly rare to come upon and with thick fur like this..."

The hands worked over him again and he felt other hands on him, the fingers of the girls stroking him, pushing the thick outer coat aside to reveal the undercoat as he squirmed unhappily. The more he squirmed, the more Rosa made soft baby noises, her hands reaching down to cup right up against the underside of his jawline and gave a rubbing little bit that ran all the way up along the edge of his jaws as they were examining him. Rosa's father pointed out just how thick his tail was and how the fur was growing all in the same direction, no wildness at all. He was forced to just relax there under their touch while Rosa rubbed along his ears lightly, rubbing and kneading in a way that was almost pleasurable as his eyes squeezed shut.

"What will you make of him, Dad? He's my gift, I can pick out, right?" She spoke up eagerly, and Evan's head jerked up in reaction. "I mean, I'd like something for myself and Liza, since she did find him."

"Oh I don't know, I think that he might be good money..." Ted started to hem as the heavy hands gave a firm squeeze, kneading against his sides, nudging this way and that so that he was forced to remain on his belly during it.

"Please, Liza did find him after all!" Rosa answered with a pleading tone to her voice.

"Well, I suppose, it is only fair, and we can get him quite a bit fatter as long as the pair of you want something small and elegant." Ted answered in a firm tone, but there was an undercurrent of amusement about it.

_She won't let this happen! She can't let this happen! It's murder!!! _ He thought frantically while he put up with being stroked and rubbed.

"But you can make him a bit bigger, can't you? That's what you did with that ermine when he came in." Roza spoke up. "And I'd just like something small, you know, like maybe a set of soft ear muffs for the winter."

"What about mittens? He's so soft, if we lined the mittens that would be a lot better, wouldn't it? Not as much used?" Liza spoke up as well, a hopeful lilt to her voice.

Evan felt utterly bereft and terrified, he couldn't do anything, he could just glare at his sister and pray that she found a way out of this if possible. They talked above his head, talking about what his fur would be used for, how it would be treated, how much there would be. Liza seemed to delight in the most humiliating things she could think of, girlie things like throat wraps and edging perhaps an bit of lacey clothing. That suggestion made Rosa blush profusely, and the father frown a bit, but the suggestion had still been made. His ears were burning red, his cheeks flushed so deeply that he could feel his heart throbbing against them, going slightly dizzy at the thought of being turned into nothing more than a fur lined coat that his sister or, worse, his girlfriend would use to look attractive to one another. Eventually, the conversation shifted, but only because the older man cleared his throat a few times and the conversation turned. Most of it was about just how they could increase the amount of fur that he had on him and how to make the best use of it. It was disturbing, it was horrifying to listen to as the hands rubbed and pushed through the thickness of his coat.

Eventually the hold moved to grab him around the middle and shifted. The tight hold made him scrabble against the ground wildly, but the man didn't even shift the grip on her scruff. He was forced to roll over to show every bit of his soft furred under belly. The moment he was rolled over, there was a delighted from both the girls, laughter and giggling while he writhed and kicked his hind legs about. Liza reached out to grab his hind legs and kept him pinned in place while the hold squeezed firmly so that fingers could suddenly dig down right against her belly. The fingers ruffled and tickled back and forth as he writhed himself backwards a few inches, ears pinning back as the definite female hands began to glide down along the curve of his lower belly and towards something that was nestled right against his lower belly fur.

"So pink!" Rosa exclaimed. "I didn't even see this before, how could I have missed it."

"You two keep him calm, I want to go ahead and see if we can get him started properly and a cage ready for him." Ted released him as the girls held him on his back. "Keep him on his back, it'll keep him from bolding and you can scruff him if you have too.

Evan growled soundlessly as the man walked away as he was left on his belly as the girls giggled and pointed out that the thick under fur where the pink was bold and he could even see it as the white fur was pushed about. It wasn't just that they were rubbing his belly, it was that the hands were spreading the fur and inching down towards the lower belly stroking and tickling a little bit. The thick fur was pushed to either side so that the fingers began to tickle along the edges of his sheath. It was Liza, the light rubs of the fingers began to push down along the line of his sheath and pushed downwards towards the base of his hidden cock so that his red tip began to push forward with a glimpse of the narrow tip. His toes curled and he wriggled wildly in place as Liza giggled a little bit and forced the sheath all the way down, revealing the dark red and violet of his girth.

"Look at it, it's so little and cute!" Liza giggled and blushed a little bit. "Kinda a neat shape though, I mean, considering."

"You're so outrageous!" Rosa answered, but the hand moved down, to his horror, he felt his girlfriend's hand sliding along his exposed cock, making him kick out with a wild blow that didn't land on anything. "Ew! It's a little slimy!"

The fingers worked along the length lightly and made him shudder unwillingly as they played against them, the fingers curled beneath the underside and moved towards the base of his exposed cock. It was a delicious sensation of tickling fingers that rubbed along him, pushing towards the very base. It was mortifying, especially when his sister was reaching down to tickle at the plump furred balls that nestled between his legs and made him yelp out in protest, writhing and pushing backwards a few inches to try and get away. His forepaws ended up shoving against Rosa as her fingers pushed down far enough that he was shocked to feel something else being pushed out of his sheath as the hold pushed lower and blossomed the girth open wide. Rosa suddenly let out a little squeaking shriek and jerked her hand away as his violet-red cock pulsed against his belly, sending out a splatter of wetness towards his fur while she moved away.

"I think he likes it." Liza giggled and kept teasing his balls while he tried to snarl out. "I bet he has never had a girlfriend."

"Oh that is just... I can't believe you'd say that!" Rosa answered, almost sputtering and her cheeks flushed a hot red. "I guess a fox is a lot like a dog, he's got a knot there."

"I wonder if he thinks you smell nice." Liza smiled widely as she spoke. "Well, he probably doesn't appreciate your scent the way I do, you have the most lovely perfume."

Evan whined out, but the whine turned into a shocked whimper as his girlfriends hand reached down and wrapped around his cock again. He had dreamt about this a dozen times, being held and stroked off this way, but now he was being hesitantly rubbed with gentle fingers that made his body react no matter what he was thinking. His cock began to stiffen, the blood swelling the flesh and straining it wider as he squeezed his eyes shut, attempting to ignore the way that they were teasing downwards right towards the base of his cock. The fingers curled around the edges, squeezing at the thickest part that made up the knot and had him shuddering and arching in place as they pulled upwards along the length of his cock, soon making him shudder and buck into the touch. The whimper that came free was unstoppable as he was molested, held down and pinned back as the girls teased him. His sisters fingers rolled and rubbed right under his balls, making him bite his tongue.

It felt good, he didn't want it too, but his hips gave hunching little thrusts forward and pulled back, thick dribbles of precum welled out of his tip and splattered against the pinkish fur along his belly, making him suck down a breath and pin his ears back. Every thrust forward was another victory for his sister, one that she mocked with a giggle and an urging for Rosa to stroke his cock faster. He was so small that her hand could easily wrap around his length and squeeze, pumping and pulling steadily just to make her cry out in sharp startled bursts. The precum was soon coating the girl's fingers, he could feel it smearing back over him so that it was all the more sensitive and he tried to stop himself from letting out embarrassing yipping noises of pleasure every time his girlfriend stroked down towards the base of his cock, squeezing at the swelling knot curiously.

"This is so wrong." Rosa spoke up a bit breathlessly and Evan snapped his eyes open to see his sister sidling in closer.

"But kinda hot?" Liza murmured softly and the hand that kept him pinned curled a finger almost towards his puckered anus. He barked out loudly, the sound soon strangled as Rosa tightened her hold around his knot and kneaded around him. It felt so good, so horribly good.

"Yeah... I don't think Evan would ever say something like that." Rosa compared, making the fox's ears burn while his cock began to quiver and thicken.

Liza leaned forward, her lips suddenly pushing against the other girls, the kiss powerful and firm as they meshed together with tongues sliding out to gently intertwine with one another. The hand on his cock kept holding him, the pressure wrapped in a ring around his expanding knot as he scrabbled and struggled to find a way to escape the touches despite the fact they felt so damned good. It was a sensation of pressure and rubbing strokes, the fingers kneading along a knot he had never possessed and seemed to send unwilling tremors teasing through him until he was writhing back and forth. It swelled wider and wider, blossoming open while the girl's kissed each other above him. Even that was an added torment to him, both in the fact it was somewhat arousing to see a pair of girls kissing one another and he was enraged that they would do so in front of him. Liza knew he wasn't really a fox, she was doing this for show!

He started to let out short heavy yips and barks, every one burst past his lips as he kicked his hind legs out harder and started to hump helplessly. He pushed his cock through the fingers and dragged back, feeling the gentle fingers flexing against him lightly while the girls giggled against one another lips, laughing playfully as their lips pulled apart with a little bit of a giggle and Rosa rubbed along his cock, a fast pump that worked against him, working and milking the stiff boned length that suddenly began to throb against his belly. Every twitch and quiver built up as he felt his balls draw up between his hind legs. Balls that were soon teased and tickled, rubbing around the edges, tracing beneath the heavily pouched orbs as they began to pump and twitch. To his degradation his cock suddenly erupted in a splatter of cum against his white belly fur, sticky watery spills that hit over and over again, pumping out and drooling along the thick plush belly fur, leaving him whining and quivering out with short yelping cries of forced pleasure.

"EW! Right on my fingers!" Rosa jerked her hand away, leaving his knotted cock quivering against his belly with the last splatter of his seed. "It's sticky."

"Dare you to lick it!" Liza grinned widely as she sidled up against Rosa. Evan went limp as his body relaxed, his thoughts dazed while he struggled his best to sort them out. He couldn't imagine how he had come this far and been cast so low.

"No!" Rosa giggled and wiped her hand off on her side a little bit. "Poor little thing, he looks a lot more relieved now."

"I bet there aren't any of his kind running around. I don't think there are foxes around here at all." Liza shifted her hold on him, letting Evan scrabble onto his bell, blushing hotly.

"Are you girls pestering the fox?!" The rumbled voice made both of them jerk guiltily and Evan scrabbled out from under their hold. "Come along, I've got the cage cleared up, we'll let him rest tonight, I need to go and pick up a few things if we want to get as much out of his hide as we possibly can."

Ted came into the room nearly as Evan jumped from the table, only Liza kept him from hitting the ground, her arms swept up and caught him, tucking him in close so that his still stiff cock was pressed up against her. He let out a low growl and tried to kick away from her, but she gripped him tightly. He wished with all his might that he could pull his cock back into his sheath, but the damned swollen knot kept him jutting out and pushing against her stomach as he was carried out of the room. The cage that was set up for him was like any other cage out in their back area, a small enclosure that was designed with a smaller narrower opening that had food bowls set out. Rosa had told him in the past that they used the food bowls to make sure they could grab the animals without a fuss if they were wild. It was there that he was thrown in by his sister, his cock still jutting out under his belly before he was released into the cage to scrabble away from both girls.

"There now, he'll have a good night to calm down and tomorrow we can work on his fur." Rosa sounded quite pleased with herself as she spoke up, leaving Evan to hunker down, trying to hide his nude state from everyone.

_Liza will let me go tonight, she'll have to, she'll want to gloat and finally let me go! _ He thought fiercely to himself as they left him hunkered in the cage.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Liza didn't come that night. Evan was left in the cage, sleeping fitfully to the sound of other animals that surrounded him. He didn't truly make it through the night well, his attempts to sleep were offset with the fact that he was entirely forced to lay down in an unfamiliar manner and with nothing at all to pillow his head or wrap around him. He managed to drop off a time or two, finally falling to sleep well enough in the early morning that he slept past the time that the sun had risen up and started to stream into his cage. He didn't stir to the sound of voices, he only really stirred when he finally heard his little sister's voice speaking up from the main house. At first, he thought he was curled up somewhere in bed, he felt something thick and heavy was around him, warm and snuggled down as he tried to ball up and ignore the laughter of his annoying sister.

_Go away Liza. . . _He thought he muttered, but the sound was a soft growly tone that startled him into blinking a few times and lifting his head.

He stared out over a small delicate looking muzzle that jutted from his face, the unfamiliar, but familiar feel of the fur wrapped around him while he struggled to extract himself from the bare nest of straw that had been tossed in one corner. There were noises all around him, the animals that were stirring and yipping for the day, the rattle of cages and the acrid scents that had him pawing over his nose a few times. He was still a fox, but as he stepped forward into the sunlight, he saw his fur clearly for the first time in sunlight. Last night the term pink and salmon had been bandied about, but he hadn't seen anything other than white fur, but as the sun hit the undercoat he saw what they were talking about quite clearly.

His undercoat was a delicate russet color, pale enough and mixed with the white that it held pink undertones. He turned his head about wildly, looking along his thick furred haunches to see the similar color wherever the sun hit him, pink. He was white, the long outer coat was puffed up against the morning chill, but the pink was still there waiting to be exposed whenever bright light hit him. He was so busy looking at his fur that he nearly missed the fact that the door to the back yard was opening up, his attention fixated on the fact that there was even a brighter pink hue on his tail. He was studying the thick plush length when there was a squeal of excitement, making him jerk around and leap backwards with his ears pinning flat back against his head. Both girls came out towards the cage, but Liza was positively squealing at him.

"He is pink! Just look! Pink as a little bunny!" Liza exclaimed as he stepped backwards and whined softly, just what he didn't want.

"Bright light brings out the hue, quite fetching isn't it? That's why it's so rare and expensive, far finer then the white foxes we keep." Rosa's father offered as he came out of the house at a more sedate pace. "Now, both of you keep calm, we'll need to feed him this morning."

"He's had food all night, though." Liza pointed towards the bowl that Evan had ignored the entire night. It was filled with hard brown kibble that had smelled disgusting at first sniff, a combination of chalk and chicken.

"Nah, Dad doesn't mean food like that. There's a special weight gain formula that he wants to put him on, but requires some special gear to get it into him." Rosa spoke up brightly as she went to the cage door. "We want him nice and fat, that the hide and is worth more. Normally we never use it, it's a little cruel and we have plenty of normal hides, but when we have one that's especially valuable we have to make sure we got a lot of space from it."

"Oh! That makes sense, does that mean we can get more of the hide?" Liza sounded hopeful as Rosa leaned into the cage to sweep him up before he could escape.

"Now, you're being greedy." Ted chided lightly as he settled down on a comfortable chair, dropping something metal down on the table next to him. "I think that we've agreed it that you will both get something small."

"Oh, he's got straw stuck all over him." Rosa complained as Evan writhed in her grip, twisting a little bit as her arms wrapped around his chest.

His lower belly was still sticky from last night and what they had done to her. She tried to keep him scruffed as he squirmed in place, but he managed to writhe free, only to have her arm wrap over his belly and pin him in place. He let out a few yelping angry sounds as he wiggled about, his cheeks flushing as Liza nearly skipped beside Rosa, watching with avid interest as he was dumped right into the father's lap without a single mishap. The older man's hand found his belly and made a sound of disgust before moving up higher, rolling Evan over onto his back so that his stomach was bared.

"Must have smelled the vixens somehow." The man muttered. "Here, Rosa, help me get the muzzle on him nice and tight, I don't want to end up getting bitten."

He shoved his forepaws out against the hand, scrabbling against it as he was kept on his belly, the hold not quite painful or forceful, but firm as he was tipped in close against the curve of the elbow. His head leaned back as Rosa cupped right along the underside of his jaw line, the fingers curling delicately while the fingers dug in just firmly enough that his jaws opened up. He tried to chew at the digits, but all the caught was his lips as Ted slipped a thick rubbery feeling nipple right into his mouth and his teeth clamped down against a hard feeling ring that he couldn't close it down. The moment the nipple slipped into place leather straps were wrapped up and over the bridge of his muzzle and beneath it, more pulled back and behind his ears. He tried shaking his head back and forth, yipping out and pushing with his tongue to try and get the ring out, but it was only tightened and forced further into his maw as his tail whipped back and forth wildly, his hind legs pushing out against the man's chest as he wriggled backwards a few inches only to be pulled back up tightly right against the man.

"Here, Dad, this is what you wanted, right?" Rosa reached up and handed over what looked like a caulking gun. The narrow nozzle and handle designed to depress whatever was in it so that it pushed out the other end. "It's for dogs, though?"

"No, it'll be fine, they're not that related, but it'll certainly have the desired effects." The man took it and a rough hand pulled Evan's head back. "Once his belly is full he'll calm down enough for you girls to groom him up properly."

Evan let out a grunting whimper as the tapered tip fitted securely into the ring pushed into his muzzle, making him rub his tongue roughly against it to try and get it out. As his tongue rasped over the opening of the nozzle something thick squirted out and onto his tongue. The strong creamy taste of meat filled his maw, the thick expulsion of the stuff pushed into the length of his tongue, coating along the roof of his mouth as he tried to shake his head free of the stuff. There was no hope for pushing it out of his muzzle as spilled down towards the back of his throat so that he let out a choked gagging sound as he had to convulsively swallow. His tongue started to roll and push, smearing the paste around his maw as the grip on his scruff tightened as the thick stuff was pushed down his throat thick dribble by dribble. He tried to shake his head back and forth wildly, his hind paws digging backwards as it kept filling his muzzle, sliding down his throat.

If it had been any thicker he would have choked trying to swallow it without chewing, if it had been any thinner he would have drowned, as it was, the paste was at just the right consistency to pour down his throat. He swallowed rapidly as the stead milky taste filled his senses, it wasn't that bad tasting, the overwhelming meaty taste was even appealing to his taste buds, but after the first few swallows it was sickening as it was pushed into his muzzle through the ring. He licked rapidly, drool started to form along the corners of his lips as he was forced to nurse on the calorie rich mixture that was pouring down his throat. The less he fought, the faster it flowed down his throat, making him struggle as half a dozen swallows made his belly start to feel rapidly full, and still the stuff was pushed out of the syringe and poured down his throat.

"I don't think he's ever been fed this way." Liza spoke up from nearby. "Looks like he doesn't know what to do with it all."

"Ahh, well, like Rosa said, we don't do this to most animals since it's a bit cruel, but he won't be getting this treatment for more than a week or so." Ted sounded almost jovial. "Only a few weeks and he'll be fit for his hide and fattened up."

He couldn't stop himself from swallowing, he tried when he had first felt full, but it had only dribbled backwards until his entire maw was full of it and he had to swallow. He gagged on the stuff, too much, too fast so that his eyes bulged a little bit and he was allowed time to catch up with a swallowing motion that gulped the paste down. His breathing came out in short bursts as he finished the last gulp, only to feel it start up again in a slow thick drool. His stomach became tight as a drum, every swallow nearly made him silk as the grip on his scruff left go and he felt too weighted down to even struggle as he automatically licked and worked his tongue in several rapid flutters. The mixture of drool and the food ran along the edge of his jaws as he was stuffed so full that he couldn't even swallow another bite. His body felt twice as heavy, his stomach ready to split in two if he even moved, he went limp in the hold as the man forced the last bit out.

"Easy, easy... ah ah... don't do that. . . " Ted murmured as the bottle was pulled away from the rubber ring and the hands easily moved to peel the muzzle off him. "Don't you move, old son. You want to remain right there, just like that, don't want to be made sick, eh."

"Aww look at his little belly." Liza giggled and Evan nearly writhed, but the movement made a roll of nausea hit him and he froze. "Tight as a drum."

"Don't tease the poor thing, he'll not want to be moved around or he'll be sick." Rosa's father admonished firmly. "You and Rosa can give him a good bath, buttermilk and some special lotion will clean his fur right up, as well as encourage it to grow a bit thicker before we take his hide."

"We can do that, they're always so sweet after they've been fed. Maybe they think they're kits again." Rosa picked him up, Evan wanted to struggle, but movement made his stomach roil unhappily.

He ended up limp in her arms, trying his best not to be sick as he was handled, while his sister helped open the doors that allowed them inside. He had never eaten to the point of being sick before, he'd always just eaten enough to stop feeling hungry. It probably would have felt better to just puke up the food and empty his stomach, but his dignity kept him from that final humiliation. Instead, he was carried into the warmth of the house and to the large master bathroom, his bod carefully cupped in Rosa's hands so that he wasn't jostled to terribly much by the movements. Perhaps she knew just how full he had been stuffed. He hated to do it, but his tongue kept working out, licking and cleaning his narrow muzzle with swipes of his tongue to try and get the sticky stuff of him. He felt filthy and his fur scruffed up in the most awful way possible.

He was placed in the tub the moment they came to the bathroom, his blunt claws scrabbled briefly against the smooth tile a few times, but the movement only made his stomach roil and twist so he froze in place as the girls moved around him. Evan's eyes slid towards his sister who seemed quite pleased with herself, a smile teasing the edges of her lips as Rosa started the water with a sudden rush that flooded the tub around his paws. He moved to the other side, contemplating the edge of the tub, he could have easily gone over it, but his stuffed stomach rebelled at the idea of hopping. Instead, he remained hunkered down as the warm, nearly hot, water flooded around his paws and ran higher, his head tipped down miserably as his thick plush tail was suddenly weighed down by the weight of the water lifting up, shrinking it down around the narrow tail bone.

"Here, get me that carton under the tub, it's going to be the buttermilk and coconut milk mixture that Dad wanted me to use." Rosa leaned back towards his sister. "Just start pouring it under the running water and it'll dissolve into the bath water."

"Look at him, he's so tiny looking now that he's getting wet!" Liza commented before going to get what she was told. "I thought he'd be bigger under the fur."

"Nah, the fur just makes him seem a lot larger." Rosa moved a hand down to rub along Evan's ears lightly, teasing behind them.

"I bet Evan is like that, just seems a lot larger." Liza's comment was made as she poured something under the spill of water from the faucet.

"That's not really nice." Rosa answered, though there was a little giggle to her voice. "I haven't heard anything from him all day, you know. He normally calls me."

"He's probably doing some work, you know how he is, he gets involved in a project." Liza explained easily as the water around him turned milky colored as the thick liquid that spilled from carton mixed with the water.

The air smelled strangely sweet of coconut, the warm water rose higher and higher, easily pushing up to his chest as it coated him. He flicked his tongue out as some of the droplets splattered out against his muzzle and he was rewarded with something that tasted very sweet and his stomach turned in rebellion at even that taste. He just hunched himself down while hands began to scoop up the water and run it over his fur, the fingers stroking and soaking the heavy coat down until it began to be weighed down and cling around him. The water was even scooped up and spilled down along his head, leaving him squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to keep the treated water out of them. His coat felt uncomfortably heavy and dripping as the concoction was directly put onto his wetted down fur, slippery and soapy feeling as it was worked inwards and he was forced to crouch down to the point that his muzzle was nearly dipping beneath the water.

"I know, I just... I need to talk to him, is all." Rosa answered as the fingers scruffled and ruffled the fur up and smoothed it back down again as Evan tried to keep himself from being sick by the rocking motions.

"You want me to be there when he does?" Liza offered and Evan felt his sister working and rubbing right behind his ears.

"No, it's probably better if it's just him and I." She protested and the milky cream was worked down towards his haunches. "Get his muzzle, it's still all sticky from being fed, we don't want the fur stained."

Evan whined a little in protest while Liza tipped his head back, her fingers massaging along the line of his jaw, scruffing along the line of his chin so that he let out a short whimpering sound in his throat. He was forced to let her work over where the sticky food and bits of saliva had gathered, washing it clean as the rest of his body was being treated by his girlfriend. Her hands were gentle, but firm, scrubbing down along the sides with the sweet concoction. His fur was tugged and stroked as it was washed, the fingers running through the length of it while he whined out a protest whenever they drifted down towards his overly full belly. He had never been bathed before, he found the entire exchange frustrating and strange, it should have been erotic to have his girlfriend's hands roaming over his body so intimately, the gentle touches that lingered and swept this way and that were something he used to love, but the way she washed him was so impersonal.

By the time Liza had his head cleaned, he was hauled upwards, his forelegs tucked in as he was drawn from the water and his sister began to work and scrub along his undercarriage. The moment the fingers stroked down he tensed up, he wanted to squirm away, but every movement just reminded him how stuffed he really was. He felt them working at the sticky fur they had made him have last night. They had to work at it, the precum and cum both had soaked deep into the fur so he whimpered softly as the fingers started to nestle and squeeze, sliding through the thickness and down towards the base with firm rubbing strokes designed to untangle any of the knots. Liza seemed to enjoy working down along his sheathed cock, stroking delicately in a way that made him nearly start to slip free of his sheath. He hated it, hated that they could do that to him, but at least he was so uncomfortable he didn't humiliate himself further.

Fresh water was run after he had been worked over head to toe, and cupfuls of it were spilled over him to wash him clean as he hunkered down. The plug was pulled and the water slowly ran down the drain as he splayed his ears to either side and let out a few soft whining sounds as he began to shiver in place. The warm water flowed away leaving him freezing in the cool air, his body hunched in close with his sopping wet tail trying to curl around him. They washed off every trace of the special rinse, the fingers smoothing over his fur time and again, making sure there was nothing slippery left behind. He turned his head just a bit and flinched, he looked like a drowned rat, all of his fur laying utterly flat as he hunched his back as much as he could.

"Aww poor guy, he's so scrawny looking." Liza commented and reached down to rub his dripping ears. He was even more pink now with the underfur darkened.

"Here, we'll get him dried off in no time, and brushed out. We don't want his fur to dry wrong." Rosa answered and suddenly a large fluffy towel wrapped around him and he was scooped up like a little toy. "Easy, easy! Calm down now! Easy!!"

They giggled at Evan as he wriggled and twisted in their hold, his body tucked in close so that he was wrapped in the thick towel. His attempts to escape hampered by the towel, his belly finally stopping the aching fullness as the girls began to ruffle and push the towel over his sopping wet body. His head was wrapped round in the stuff as he tried to find a point he could squirm past and out of, puffing out angrily whenever he felt the hands dragging him right back where he had started from.

"Aww easy, it's not that bad. Maybe he hates being clean." Liza giggled as he popped his head out and tried to escape, only to have another length of the towel thrown over his head to make him be stifled once more.

The thickness of his fur began to be ruffled up and smoothed down, stroked and mussed up to get the water out as he tried to squirm out of the pinned hold that dropped him down on the bathroom counter. After a few minutes, he couldn't keep fighting, it wasn't getting him anywhere and he kept getting his paws tangled in the towel. They dried off the worst of the water from his coat, though they certainly couldn't get it all off of him with just the towel. He ended up damp and miserable as it was finally pulled away, hunched on the counter and trying not to look at himself in the mirror. He had already gotten a few glimpses of just how pink the fur was as it clung to his body. The girls kept the door shut so the steam at least helped keep most of the humiliation fogged up in the mirror so he couldn't see himself clearly.

They talked over his head as they moved around, Rosa confidently pulling out brushes from a lower drawer, and setting them out so that Liza could pick one up. A hair dryer was also taken out, not the sort that he had seen people use, but a large broad mouthed one that had rubber bristles around the opening so that it looked like a large odd shaped brush. The girls talked about plans for the evening, both of them eager and a bit shy as they spoke about a date. A date!! Rosa didn't even understand that this was all some sort of game for his sister to win and beat her brother. He didn't struggle, it wasn't doing any good either which way, he was still trapped, he had to simply remain in place as Rosa flipped on the blow dryer and a warm blast of air hit him hard against the side, plastering the fur down against him while he squinted his eyes shut.

"Just brush him as I dry him off, it'll help pull the fur out further and clean it, we'll have to do this daily to keep up. It's amazing he's stayed this white this long!" Rosa commented over the loud noise and then a brush came into play.

Evan crouched as they dried him off, his fur puffing up rapidly and crackling with static electricity as the brush worked out even the smallest knot with smooth gentle tugs. None of the fur was pulled out with yanks, it was all carefully done to keep it intact and full as the warm air chased away the heavy wet feeling that remained in the underfur. They giggled while they worked, dragging along the line of his spine, pulling up the thick undercoat while the blow dryer went back and forth this way and that. He tipped his ears back, every time the air blasted up towards his head he was left with only the sound of a wind tunnel before they moved back down along the line of his back and towards his haunches. Small tufts of fur escaped here and there, shedding into the brush that kept up the strokes to pull and tug along the fur, making it puff out around him as the girls moved him easily now that he stopped trying to struggle against their hold.

The only time he really did try to squirm was when Liza rolled him onto his back so that the hot air could ruffle along his chest and loins. He let out a few little whines and barks, a soft growl bubbling up from his throat, but it was ignored as the girls ran their fingers through the thickness of his fur over and over again, cleaning it out, pulling and tugging here and there. It became fluffier than it had been, standing up around his neck until his ears and muzzle were nearly entirely hidden in the fluff. He could smell the sweet scent of coconut and milk that was almost cloying as he sneezed a few times to clear his senses. Even his tail was brushed, lovingly pulled and stroked, tugged this way and that so that it was thick and heavy with more than just water. What was the use of struggling now? It wasn't as if he could do anything against them, he couldn't even open the door.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Liza had never felt quite so in control in her life. Her brother was firmly ensnared in his new body and there was obviously no way he could make anyone see or understand that he was actually a person hidden underneath the guise. He couldn't talk, couldn't write, he could just be helpless as his own fate was taken down and he was left just where she wanted him. Bathing him had been interesting, both because Rosa had seemed more confident and less shy while tending the fox, and because it was obvious Evan was mortified by being cleaned off by them both. The thick fur had hidden a lot on him, but the moment he had been sopping wet the sheath had stood out as well as his balls. It had made him look bigger, not that she would have commented on that particular aspect, not when she wanted him to know just how unworthy of Rosa he really was. All the way down to the bone, well, while he was still alive.

"You want some more chili?" Rosa offered, making Liza blink a few times and then smile shyly at the other girl, trying to remember to keep her mind on the here and now.

"No, that's okay." She gave a little wave of her hand. "Do you think that the fox will be around here for long or will he be used after he's just a bit fatter."

She was torn between how she felt about her brother being killed and skinned. On the one hand, it would end her problem and quandary to have him out of the picture, on the other hand, there was something wrong about thinking of taking him out in such a way. Mostly because their parents would eventually start wondering what had happened to him and start to ask various questions, ones she couldn't' answer. It wasn't that the cops could do anything, with no body and not even a sign of violence or a struggle, they couldn't pin it on her. And he had been acting weird lately, so she had that going for her as well. She toys with her food as she ran her foot lightly along Rosa's calf, tracing up and down with a gentle stroke that made Rosa squirm just a touch. She had known she had been right from the start, no wonder her brother had been so hesitant to take the bargain.

"It'll be a couple of weeks at least, I want him as large as we can get him before we put him down." Rosa's father interjected confidently. "I put him in one of the cages above the ground so that he doesn't get dirty, but you'll still need to keep washing him daily."

"What fox?" Her mother, Allana, spoke up with her brow furrowed ever so slightly. "Did you get another in?"

"Liza, here, found one and brought it for Rosa as a gift. One of the pinks, just running around in the woods." The man swallowed his food and gave a smile. "I promised that Rosa and her little friend could both have one small item once it's been skinned, but we'll still have a tidy profit from the sale. I was looking up buyers this afternoon."

"Him? It's a male?" Allanna seemed to latch onto the word with her brows rising up a little higher.

"Yes, a todd." The man nodded his head while Liza continued to tease Rosa's leg, toying with the idea of sneaking off after dinner to make love again. Perhaps she could find a way to make Evan watch what he couldn't have...

"You are not going to skin a male!" The woman spoke almost angrily, stiffening so that Liza's thoughts jerked back to the present. "I swear, we would be bankrupt if I didn't take charge of these sorts of things. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why not? The coat is worth a small fortune! And you know as well as I do that keeping them for very long makes their fur grow rough without a lot of work." The man responded a bit heatedly, taking another spoonful of chili.

"Yes, I thought it was very valuable." Liza spoke up, shifting a little bit as Rosa's mother sighed with obvious exasperation and gave her head a slight shake.

"The reason the breed is so rare is that the mutation is only passed through males, and for whatever reason, they're mostly born vixens. I think only one in twenty is a todd." The woman leaned backwards in her chair. "You could skin him now, but that would be it, or we could set him to the pearls and whites to breed our own line. They breed true enough as long as the mutation is a split and the pearls would be perfect."

"B-but.." Liza stammered a little bit, trying to find an argument, but Rosa's father was already smiling with a hint of avarice.

"We do have the three vixens that we've been debating on putting to a male, at least one of them is in season." They were actually considering this!

"I thought we'd be able to have something made, though, and who's to say he's even really intact." Liza spoke up, trying to sound reasonable and not as if she were whining about the fact victory was being snatched from her. "I mean, fertile, if he's so valuable why would anyone let him go then?"

"Well, you did say that you found him in the woods, I bet it was just a pet of some." Rosa answered after a moment.

"He was worked up yesterday smelling the females, and he's not neutered, so there's a high chance that he'll be just fine breeding a litter." Ted looked pleased as he smiled over at her. "Don't worry, Liza, if we get a few litters from him you'll have an entire pelt to look forward too!"

Liza closed her lips and did her best to keep herself from saying anything more, she had counted on this being the last stop for her brother, or at least something like that. She had never been so frustrated and angry, but she kept her tone to herself, her thoughts, she didn't want to let them know that there was anything amiss, she'd just have to hope that her brother failed to perform. After all, he would have no idea what was going on, and he certainly wouldn't hump an animal for no reason. If he didn't, they'd have to turn him into a pelt, he'd be worthless to them otherwise!

~ ~ * ~ ~

Evan had hoped that his day would be ended with his brushing out and bath, the fact he was stuffed into a smaller cage was miserable, but better than having to be washed by the pair of girls again. He was forced to stuff himself in a back corner box that smelled strongly of something rabbit, perhaps that's what it was used for, a rabbit hutch most of the time, but he managed to fit. He had a bowl sitting out filled with food, but the very idea of eating more food was utterly revolting to him. He dozed as best he could, trying to find a way that he could escape this place. These kennels and cages were meant for animals, not for an animal with the mind of a human, he could certainly escape if he set his mind too it. And then, well...

_I don't even know what to do if I do get out. The forest? The creature has to be there still, I'll get help there, he won't let me stay this way. _He thought to himself nervous with his muzzle tucked into the plush sweet fur of his tail.

He spent his time planning through how he would be able to escape and wiggle free to find his way home. He was interrupted part way through his mental speech on how he would beg the spirit to change him back, how he would grovel and promise that he would say he was wrong and Liza was right. It didn't matter at this point, his life was worth any matter of humiliation and if he had to do that, he would. The sounds of voices reached his delicately tapered ears, the slide of the door struck him and made his head lift upwards as Rosa's soft laughter was heard, it should have been music to his ears, but he only huddled him back further as shadows passed over the outside of his kennel.

"He must be sleeping, or perhaps he's a bit scared." A new voice spoke up, he knew the voice, Alanna, it was Rosa's mother was coming out with them. "You have been doing too much too quickly."

"Well, then he might not be worth it at all, ma'am." Liza answered as the door to his kennel was opened up with a click of the latch.

"Ahh there we go, look at you my handsome one." The woman was smiling down at him warmly as Evan hunkered as far back as he could possibly get from the familiar face. "Look at that coat, you must have been especially bred, hmm? Easy.. shhh shh... the girls are just too loud, aren't they?"

He tried to evade the hold on him, the gentle curl of the fingers running along the curve of his chest while the other hand tucked his haunches down so he could be extracted. His scrabbling paws kicked out great piles of straw this way and that, trying to squirm away from the arms that dragged him out and into the light. She wasn't rough with him, but more gentle as her fingers stroked through his fur, rubbing and caressing this way and that, ruffling up the thick brush of fur along his back before carrying him over to the same table he had been placed on before. He didn't know much about Rosa's mother, he had only talked to her a handful of times, certainly not enough to know what she might do or how she would act. He tipped his ears back and looked around wildly, seeing Rosa and his sister settling down on lawn chairs, but close enough to watch what was going on.

"Here now, don't you go hunkering." Alanna murmured, her hands gently making Evan stand up, his body shaking slightly. "Were you hard used, eh? Or just a bit wild?"

"He didn't have any sort of wound on him or bruises, most likely kept as a pet until he grew a bit too much." Ted answered critically. "Then again, he could be inbred and worthless for breeding. Most of them are, you know, so few males."

_Breeding?! _ Evan was torn between horror and hope both at the word as the female hands began to stroke along his body.

"Perhaps, if he is inbred, it's not like you'll be able to use him." Liza spoke up hopefully and he pinned his ears back as hands ran along the line of his back. "His kits would be cross eyed."

"Not as bad as all that." Alanna chuckled and Evan shuddered as her fingers worked along his sides and spread down towards the line of her haunches. "But no, if he's heavily inbred, I wouldn't want to have kits by him. The genes are too intertwined to breed true, they would come out mostly pearl or too dark or too patchy."

"I bet he is inbred, he looks it." Liza leaned back with a huge grin on her face. He couldn't believe what he was hearing from her.

_She wants me dead! _ He felt ice in his veins as he held still for the woman to examine him. Hating the way that she was holding him, but there was little he could do, it was his only hope if he wanted to get out of this alive.

There was no good choice, not a one. The idea of being killed and skinned was beyond terrifying, but they were offering something just as horrible. They were talking about breeding him, about having him fuck female foxes to get them filled with his kits. He didn't even think that was possible, but the idea of humping an animal like he was some sort of beast. He nearly gagged, his tongue curled upwards slightly making the woman pause and rub her fingers behind his neck. The strokes moved along the length of his spine, working through the fur and he made himself remain still under her touch. He was damned no matter what she said, he would be killed like a common pelt animal or he would be tossed to a vixen and expected to do the unthinkable. He was probed and touched, massaged and rubbed, every part of him examined.

Alanna even grabbed his head and tilted it all the way back, prying his jaws open so that she could look at his teeth and gave him a rough pet before looking into his eyes. He was being examined in much the way a prized dog might be looked over, his ears peeled back and his muscles felt, his legs lifted and turned around. He didn't even know what she was looking for in particular, just that with every passing moment that the heat rose to his cheeks and ears, frustrated humiliation as he was turned about and given a pat right on his rump. He certainly wasn't expecting for her to lift up his heavy tail, or for the woman's hand to move down along the swell of his furred orbs so that they could be rolled about this way and that, weighed and tugged lightly so that his hips gave a shuddering twitch in response and he couldn't stop his snarl.

"Well, he's not showing any real signs of inbreeding, perfectly proportioned, a bit on the big side, but that's nothing at all to be doubtful of." Alanna pronounced and scooped him up by the belly. "Hopefully we'll be able to pass those genes onto his kits, it would be preferable to have them large and healthy, far more profitable for us."

"That's if he breeds true, do you want to try him with the pearl? Or wait until one of the whites come into season?" Ted asked, looking over Evan. "Might be best to wait for the whites, they're a little more submissive. I've heard these ones are rather shy and nervy."

"Better to be the pearl vixen then, she'll know how to handle an untrained male." Alanna sounded quite decisive as Evan was held in her arms, his eyes bulging and wild as he looked over towards his sister in terror. Was she really going to let this happen?

"I'll get the cage door if you tell me which one." Liza bounced up onto her feet with a grin. "And does this mean I can have an entire fur set for myself? Not just a bit of scrap?"

"You really are nothing like Evan." Ted shook his head, but seemed more charmed by the words than anything else. "Of course, he is your fox, after all and if he has a good litter you can have the pick of the first one."

Evan was torn between utter relief that he wasn't going to be slaughtered and fear as he was carried towards one of the larger pens. As he was held up, he could see a fox that was sitting in a nest of straw, her tail held around her as the slit pupils focused on the humans warily. She was a strange color of soft russet markings along her ears and a saddle along the length of her back, but the rest of her was a warm cream coloration that didn't look pearl to him. He wriggled, trying to squirm free as the arms tightened and Liza moved to the latch, flipping it open after a few fumbling attempts that made the vixen stir with her ears folding back and a little growl come from the delicate looking muzzle. He didn't want to go in, he didn't want to be forced anywhere near a female fox, he didn't want to do what they wanted him to do! He let out a few yelping protests as the woman swung him down and let out a soft laugh as he kicked and tried to squirm away to one side.

"Maybe it's best he goes in with her, she's at least more interested in him than he is in her." Alanna laughed and gestured. "Get the door open wider so I can drop him down."

"Like this?" Liza was grinning ear to her, her eyes studying him. "I bet he's still a virgin, probably has no idea what to do with a female."

The barb stung him as he was dropped down into the cage, making him scrabble and jump away from the female that was stirring form her nest of straw. It was true he hadn't really gone all that far with Rosa, but he wasn't virginal, he knew what to do! He backed all the way to the corner of the cage as the female gave a little growl at the humans and shook herself off, the golden cat like eyes fixed on him as her pale red-brown nose gave a little bit of a twitch and sniff that made her whiskers quiver and wriggle back and forth. Her ears pricked up high, the thick plush length of her tail gave a slight wag back and forth while she slunk forward one slow step at a time, and he crushed himself back against the wire of the pen, his eyes wild as he looked at the humans. They weren't even leaving! They were settling on the chairs comfortably, talking to one another.

The strange fox sniffed the air again as she came towards him, her attention sliding away from the humans and focused entirely on him. He didn't know what to do to make her leave him alone, he only managed a little growl as she settled on her haunches and tilted her head to one side. At first, he didn't even smell her that well, the wind was in the wrong direction and there was no real ability for him to pick out what the scent of her really meant. He let out a soft chuffing sound and sneezed as the scent reached him, a sharp sweet smell that clung to his nose and made him squirm uncomfortably as he pushed back harder against the corner of the cage, feeling the bite of the metal even through his thick fur as the female started towards him again, he could almost imagine her smiling wickedly.

"Definitely has no idea what to do, he isn't that young, he should be all over her." Ted spoke up in a thoughtful voice.

"Well, he may just not have ever seen another fox." Rosa defended him, a scarce defense, but something as the scent of the vixen hit him even harder.

It was flooding his nose as she crept closer, her body lowered down to the ground as she sniffed at him more eagerly and the sweet alluring scent was clinging to every breath. He was nearly choking on it, his lips curled backwards as far as they would go as he tried to breathe through his mouth. It wasn't a bad scent, it made his heart start to speed up with the rush of the female musk making his blood run faster. He could feel the warmth flowing over him, burning along his cheeks so hotly that he was flattening his fur. The vixen leaped towards him with a soft noise, her body a bit smaller than his own as she brushed against him and drew in a deep breath, her nose brushing along his cheek before he yelped out in terror and scrabbled away. The ragged snarling sounds were animalistic, but he wanted away from her, away from that scent that assaulted him.

He had never smelled anything like it in his life, it was rich with pheromones that were making him choke slightly as stirrings deep inside of him began to churn. Thoughts that he had never even considered started to blossom under the surface, lifting upwards with a pouring rush that had him painfully aware of the fact that his body was swelling in places he did not want them to swell. There was laughter as he bolted away, running towards the small hutch, but the female was quick on his heels. Her ears were up, she knew what she wanted and knew a todd when she smelled him, and he was being harried away as she brushed herself against him again, bringing with her that harsh scent of her estrus with her and he pushed away again, his forepaws shoving at her to try and kick her away from him. She let out a low noise, it was almost like a cat purring as she rubbed along him.

"Look, Rosa, I bet he feels like a girl on prom with her doing that." Liza giggled and there was laughter from them all as he felt something sliding from his sheath.

The tip of his crimson cock started to push out in answer to her scent as the vixen turned and nipped his shoulder firmly, her eyes glittering eagerly as she scented the male on the air. She knew what he wanted, the male musk inflaming her as she shifted her tail up and brushed it along him, making him rear back onto his haunches, braced only by the back of the fence as the female turned herself about neatly and let out a happy little whining noise. His cock tip was pushed out from his sheath, the few inches gleaming wetly as he tried to hunch himself away as she flipped her thick tail up to show herself off for him. Her heat swollen mound was gleaming wetly, the scent raw on the air as he let out a ragged whine in his throat, frantically looking around. If he had been alone, he might have given in, god he wanted, his blood pounding in his ears, his body quivering as he found himself staring at the wet cunny.

She only whined out at him, waving her tail to one side as she splayed her hind legs and let out a little bit of a growl in her frustration. He stared over at the people talking at the table, their eyes locked on his inability to resist the vixen. With a wild yelp he pushed her away, scrabbling and shoving against her haunches to try and leap over her and towards the other side of the cage. He nearly got over her, his paws hit her back before she wriggled and arched herself up into that touch, as if she were waiting for just that. The jostling made it impossible to jump over, his forelegs splayed and were suddenly wrapped around a warm thick furred body, his chest and belly pushed down along a writhing wriggling form that had him yipping out with shock as his exposed cock rested along the velvety fur.

She arched herself up beneath him as he whined out and tried to pull away, shoving at her, but his legs were locking in place of their own volition. She was so warm beneath him, her body stroking in places that had him trembling as his cock tip pushed right through the thick soft fur as she pushed him backwards and wedged his hind legs against the back of the fence. He couldn't think, he was covered in her scent and her fur, he felt something moist and welcoming pressed right up against his balls as he trembled and looked about frantically. He barely saw his sister watching with bright interest, he couldn't think about anything except the warm body beneath him as the vixen encouraged him to wrap his forelegs around her haunches, his paws digging against her belly and his hips gave an unwilling jerk forward against her.

The moment he thrust against the soft plush fur he was lost, he felt it parting around his cock tip as precum drooled out messily against the strange patterned coat. He could smell himself, the sharp sweet scent of arousal and need building together while he hunched his hips forward and gave a wild thrust. He pumped against her, feeling the way the fur rubbed this way and that, the heat swollen cunny kissed against his balls as he ground against them and he tried to back away. She let out a happy little yip of eagerness and wriggled, her forelegs bowing down to help him as he drew his haunches back, his tail lashing wildly as his cock tip pulled along the side of her quirked tail base and drew downwards with a whimper as his cock slipped away from her fur. He jabbed his tip forward blindly, his entire body hunched over the animal as he struggled to contain himself. There was no stopping him, no way for him to push away the rush of hot lust that built.

His cock tip dragged downwards, he felt a brush of something soft, trailing over her pucker, but it was a brief caress when coupled with the feel of the vulpine cunny suddenly kissing right up against his cock tip. Puffy and hot feeling, her arousal clinging in thick strands that had him crying out and biting mindlessly at the back of her neck. Evan forgot his sister and girlfriend were watching, he pushed his cock tip roughly against the heat swollen cunny and drove forward against the puffy folds. He felt her wrapping open around him, the too hot silken walls spreading wider and wider, straining in a taut O to wrap along his cock in a way that made him shudder and tremble, his body lunging with a rough thrust that drove a yelp from the vixen's throat, her body writhing in pleasure as he stretched her open around his untried cock.

Evan spit out precum into her body as he stuffed her, his hips working and wedging all the way up to the tip, his throat letting out wild little yelps of his own in pleasure as he felt tight walls suddenly clutching down along the entire length of him. He couldn't stop himself, he wanted her, he wanted to drive himself all the way in to the knot. His claws bit against her stomach roughly, raking against it and she only pushed back against him with obvious pleasure as the thickness of his knot ground up against her folds before he jerked backwards with a ragged slip outwards, wet noises escaping before he gave another thrust forward. She controlled her muscles perfectly, caressing and sliding along the length of his girth, trying to pull him in deeper towards her fertile belly as he pushed down over her back and pulled her back against him.

Every drag back was a shock of pleasure as he stroked past walls that tightened almost to the point of pain, trying to hold him tightly in place before he lunged forward with a wild plunge that drove him all the way in towards the knot again. He didn't remain at a slow pace for long, it was a frantic rush of energy and need that erupted over him, making him let out ragged little growls, his jaws grabbing at the vixen's neck as she all but tried to impale herself all the way up to the sheath. The push backwards drove the knot forward with a rough smacking sound, wetness squelched out around the edges, drooling towards his messy sheath as he stuffed forward and began to drive the thick bulb inwards. The cunny lips strained wider and wider at the apex of each and every thrust as he tugged roughly against her haunches.

Evan was lost in blind lust, even laughter and sounds of taunts didn't reach him as he folded his ears back and started to lean forward, pushing his weight against female beneath him. His knot peeled her open, the giving muscles stretched wider and wider, wrapping further up along the swell of his bulb as he let out a shocked yelping cry. His hips plunged forward, the thrust wild as the thickened knot punched it's way through to her vulnerable passage, the muscles wrapping around him. The moment he seated his knot inside of her he began to shudder and jerk, thrusting wildly and tugging on muscles that convulsed and wrapped tightly around him. Every pulse, every beat of his heart made his cock blossom open wider to lock inside of the fertile body that was pulling, suckling him, dragging along the violet-red length seated inside of her.

His furry balls pulled up tight between his hind legs, throbbing and heaving higher in the air as his cock twitched and quivered within the vixen's cunny. He couldn't stop himself, even as part of him realized what he was doing, he was too far gone as the first splatter of sperm rich seed bubbled up from the length of his cock and was sent spitting out into the fertile womb waiting for him. Rope after rope was flung out, smearing messily against the cervix, oozing past the edges of it, drooling inwards in hot bubbling eruptions that made the vixen bark out as her walls kept squeezing and pulling, trying to find more, wanting more and his body gave it too her. His knot kept it from drooling out as he trembled and panted, suddenly hearing a loud giggling sound and his ears twitched.

"I guess he just needed to get shown where it was supposed to go." Rosa said, her voice playful and there was a rebuke from her mother.

A bubble popped and Evan let out a moan of despair and horror as he realized what had happened. He tried to writhe away, pulling from the vixen while his forelegs slipped to one side. He yanked on his knot, but the female only yipped and twisted around to bite his haunch in protest as the pull dragged her behind him. His knot was seated firmly inside of her so that even as he turned to face her back to back, he couldn't do more than whimper as his cock was trapped inside of her suckling, squeezing passage. More and more of his seed twitched out of his shaft, he couldn't stop it, working to seed the exposed womb with every pulse. His head drooped down, humiliated and angry as he realized that they were all still watching him, amused and talking amidst themselves while the vixen twisted her head about. His final humiliation was her tongue lapping around his cock and her stretched cunny, bathing and scooping up the messy juices as he shuddered. He just wanted to know when all of this would finally end.

~ ~ * ~ ~

The back yard was quiet, but it was mostly quiet in the afternoons, especially when no one was in the house and Evan could sleep in the sun. The fox stretched himself out, feeling the thick roll of fat along his shoulders bunching up as he lowered his head to rest on his forelegs and tried to soak in the warmth. Months ago he would have been fighting to get free, his cage bore the signs of his teeth and claws fighting with the wire, but Rosa's family had been keeping wild animals a long long time and he was left baffled by the fact the entire place was well covered in wire mesh that refused to give way. Even the locks were beyond him, he didn't have the hands or fingers to reach them. All his attempts at escape had given him were sore teeth and broken claws, and he was tired of it, at least today he was. Perhaps tomorrow he would try again.

He yawned a bit as he heard a noise, lifting his head lazily to see a vixen standing watch over a little of kits that were growing rapidly in their cage. The white fox was licking them nervously, her eyes flicking towards him as if afraid he might come and gobble them up. All of the vixens acted like that, even after he had fucked a new litter into their bellies they seemed to think that he'd suddenly go eating kits if they didn't keep watch on him. He snorted a bit, his ears darkening in humiliation at the thought, but it was humiliation tinged with the knowledge that he was a slave to their scent, their bodies, their empty cunts waiting for his knot. He glanced towards the lean pearl vixen dozing in the locked box, he'd bred her three times and still he felt the urge stirring in his belly, wanting to pin her down as long as she still smell-

I need to stop this.. He shook his head, and pushed himself up, his large form heavier than it had been thanks to the large meals he was constantly being fed. I am human, I'm not a fox.

_ _

That thought stirred him enough to move towards a corner of the cage that had been his latest effort to get out. He found it harder to maintain those thoughts for long, his body was too often involved in parts of him that were more fox than boy. The only times he really felt human was when Liza was around, and then it was because he was enraged and horrified by her. She and Rosa were a couple now, countless times she had made sure that he was forced to watch them together, see them hanging on one another, giggling and laughing, doing things that made his fur bristle and stand up straight in the air. With a little growl he gave a shake and started to dig at the fence, but he didn't have to dig for long.

"You know, you'd think you'd know better by now." Liza's voice was cheerful as she hopped the outer fence and landed neatly in the back yard. "Do you really think you can dig yourself out of here?"

_Better hope not, if I still have fangs I might just go for your throat. _ He growled to himself, bitterly jaded by her treatment. Not only had he been forced to sire litter after litter of kits, they were to be slaughtered for the sake of their pelt! Just like he would one day.

"Well, that's not very nice, not even greeting your sister. I had thought that you would be properly repentant for lying to her." An all too familiar voice made even whip around to see the fox perched on one of the chairs, looking for all the world as if he belonged there.

"YIP!!" He yelped out and rushed to the front of the cage, finally, finally he would be taken out of this hell-hole of death and depravity!

"I told you, he still just sulks and growls at me." Liza tilted her head towards the fox. "I really think he should stay this way."

_She would! _ He thought furiously, only to have the fox grinning a wide sinful grin as he peered down at Evan consideringly.

"He is very pretty, isn't he? Well, I would certainly agree with you, my dear, but I'm afraid keeping him that way forever would be very wrong." The fox twitched his tail. "I enjoy mischief, but I am not about to have him skinned simply for lying."

Thank god.. Evan blew out a breath of relief and reared up on the fence, ignoring the sound of the other foxes stirring curiously.

"No, I simply cannot have that, but I think that he does owe me something for lying to my face, yes, he must have something to give me." The fox let out a barking little laugh.

"I don't think he'd let you have any of his girls, he's become rather fond of them." Liza taunted with a wicked smile. "He has four litters already, and only a few have his coat."

"Ah that coat! Yes, that's just what I was thinking about." He nodded his head wisely and flicked his tail again, sending out a shivering of sparks. "I believe I will let him become human again if can make enough of those kits to make me a lovely coat of my own to wear. I enjoy white, but such a hue he has!"

Evan gaped at the creature, staring at the way the thing was almost preening in pleasure as he looked at the fat chubby young foxes tumbling around carelessly. How blood-thirsty were these people?!

"How many would that be, then?" Liza leaned back, her smug smile only growing at his horror, as if she found it all one great joke at his expense.

"Fourteen litters, two out of each litter reserved for me. That should be enough." The fox seemed to consider a little bit. "I want them to be grown too, before they are counted, I don't want to count on a cub and have it die of something before I get my coat."

_FOURTEEN?!! GROWN???? _Evan let out an angry cry and rattled his cage with his forepaws. He had been here for months and had only sired seven litters and only three vixens had given birth. It would be years!

"Oh I agree entirely." Liza gave a little happy jump, clutching her arms to her chest as if the idea couldn't possibly please her more. "By the rate he's going, he may just be human for his graduation day!"

"Well, we will hope he applies himself to show he has learned his lesson." The fox answered with a little nod of his head. "Come, let us talk about this coat I shall get, I dare say I will look quite fetching with a new color besides white."

Evan was left staring at them as they left, the spirit curling around Liza and whisking her away with a merry laugh as he dropped back down in the kennel. The stink of vixen all around him, the dread and fear of the slaughter house for them all. How could Liza hate him so much as to leave him here? How could she do this? Evan growled and ground his teeth together as he glared at the spot they had been, fury rising in his breast. If.. no... when he became human again, he would find a way to make sure his sister got exactly what she deserved. Perhaps she could spend a few months as a fat waddling pregnant vixen! It was that frail wish for vengeance that followed him as he turned back to his cage, his tail drooping down to the ground. Fourteen litters, twenty eight kits to be born, raised, killed and skinned so the fox could have a new coat. He would be stuck here for two years at the very least. Two long years to plot his vengeance.