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“Oh I definitely see it,” the red haired shopkeeper reassured her customer while the two waited.

“You really think so?” Tara asked with a blush in her cheeks.

“Would I lie to you, hun? I can see it in your eyes and the way you carry yourself. Surely I’m not the first to notice,” remarked the shopkeeper as she flipped through her inventory ledger. She sat atop her high stool behind the counter of her curious shop with a friendly smile and her usual quiet confidence. “You’ll fit right in with the other foxes there no trouble. A well deserved graduation present that I’m happy to provide, hun.”

Tara blushed hearing the shopkeeper’s generous words. For all the years working part-time at the shop, mostly cataloging while finishing her PhD in art history, Tara had never indulged in a transformation herself. The twenty-seven year old had seen customers come and go in the shop, buying various items, potions, or other items to achieve mostly wanted ends. Even caught a few changes in action when a customer would ignore some or all of the shopkeeper warnings. But never had a strong enough desire for it, nor could she decide what she would even change into. Took one trip out to the country to change that.

“Mind if I ask a possibly silly question?” Tara posed to the shopkeeper.

“The only silly question in here is one that goes unasked. What is it, Tara?” the shopkeeper politely urged.

“The woman who runs the retreat, how exactly do you pronounce her name? I asked Ellah but she didn’t know and had just been finding ways to avoid saying it. Usually by mumbling,” recalled Tara, the shopkeeper’s bunny woman assistant. Who was currently fetching Tara’s order from somewhere in the shop’s cavernous backroom.

“That sounds like Ellah. Big rabbit ears or no, she listens without hearing me since I’ve told her a dozen times at least,” sighed the shopkeeper. “You’re fine, Tara. You’re not used to the tongues from where I and Fair Yyrlitz hail. ‘Yur-lit-zt’ would be the proper way, but even I drop the last ‘t’ for simplicity's sake. You’ll come to find over the next week that she's not very particular about that sort of thing. She shares my intrinsic desire to help and likely why she agreed to move out here a year back. But whereas I’m partial to the service industry, Yyrlitz would tend to her many beasts.”

“Having met her briefly she’d definitely got a lot of… personality,” Tara put carefully.

The shopkeeper stifled a snort of laughter. “I believe one of your future foxy friends, Wendy, called Yyrlitz ‘an eccentric neurotic that can only tolerate people when they’re not people’.”

“That’s not a wrong way to describe her. You’ve got very odd friends,” Tara remarked the shopkeeper.

“You have no idea. But less about that, do you need me to go over the rules for things one more time or do you have it down? It’s written on the bottle as well but I can never be too careful. Even with you,” smirked the shopkeeper as she shut the ledger and uncrossed her legs.

“Sure. Can’t hurt,” agreed Tara. She leaned forward on the counter, letting her satchel purse rest on the countertop as she listened. “Thanks again for agreeing to do this method for the transformation. I had no idea when I asked it would be so involved,”

“Nonsense, hun. I wouldn’t mind if anyone asked and in your case it’s a pleasure to mix up some steamy fox water. Yyrlitz had that sauna specially built for these mixes so I’ve gotten used to the process by now. Make sure you don’t open the bottle yourself. Keep it in the bag with the seal unbroken until Yyrlitz can take it from you directly. She’ll walk you through the details but it should take all of thirty minutes to bring out that inner vixen. Your mind stays intact, changes last two weeks, complete reversion should happen on the morning of the fifteen day and be the least pleasant of the two changes. Can last two or three times as long as the shrink down. Yyrlitz will at least make you comfortable from the moment you arrive to when she shoos you out on two feet again,” the shopkeeper shared with her attentive customer.

“That all sounds great. Also a little scary, nerve racking, and daunting. Not enough to stop me driving out there right after this and trying it out. If all goes well, I’ll be a fox in,” Tara checked the time on her phone and saw it was half past five in the afternoon. “Four hours? Maybe three if there’s no traffic.”

“There’s always traffic,” the shopkeeper commiserated. Then perked right back up again. “Once you’ve arrived and changed, Tara, you’ll forget all about traffic. Not due to memory loss or ‘fox brain’ taking over, I should specify. I know how important keeping your human was through this. Something the three foxes you’ll be joining all chose too. Another reason why it was no trouble to mix some up for you, hun. You’ll have all those lovely wits of yours with only a light sprinkling of vulpine instinct to round out those edges. Makes adapting to that body easier so you can enjoy the foxy life.”

“I know you told me that before but it’s still a relief to hear it again that I won’t lose my mind doing this. There’s a lot of time and money invested in my mind so it would be a shame to society and my creditors if I became a simple minded fox,” Tara remarked sardonically.

“I say, screw society. Be a fox. On your terms, of course,” the shopkeeper lauded while brushing hairs out of Tara’s face. “I think I covered most of my end. Yyrlitz will have more to add, I’m sure, but the only other thing I have to mention is that big no-no. You know the one I mean.”

Tara blushed at the insinuation. “Oh, you mean about the, erm… The whole boy-girl, uhhhh,”

“Sex, Tara. A woman your age and education shouldn’t have trouble with that,” the shopkeeper said courteously. Yet still made the pale skinned, freckle faced woman blush harder.

“What can I say? I’m not that kind of doctor. But you’re right, I meant the sex part. I’m to avoid that while transformed, right?” recalled Tara as she tried to recompose herself.

“What you have to avoid is getting knocked up. Wendy and Vickie have sex without any risk of that because they’re both vixens. It’s the male of the trio, Colin, that you need to be sensible with. He knows this too and I’m trusting that both of you can keep yourselves in check. Fooling around is fine, up to a point. Successfully mate and you two will likely be stuck as foxes,” the shopkeeper said clearly. “I would have said ‘permanently’ five years ago but Yyrlitz has had some success undoing a few of my earlier customers who got stuck after not listening to directions- perhaps on purpose in some cases. It’s easier to just refrain from going all the way with Colin, handsome as he is, and enjoy the rest of what fox life has to offer,” she reminded just as her assistant emerged from the bead curtain behind her.

“Found it,” a deflated Ellah announced with her ears sagging down into her curls. In her hands was a regular sized glass mason jar containing a simmering red-amber liquid with the consistency of water. It was set down on the counter with no care where Tara noted it also emanated a dim golden color all its own. “Took longer because Sara tripped me and Ember was laughing,” fussed the assistant as she came around the counter to stretch.

“Always blaming those two for your tardiness. Those girls are only ever trying to help out around here,” the shopkeeper told Ellah. At that moment a Bengal with a collar jumped up onto the counter and rubbed nuzzled the shopkeeper’s sleeve. “Ember would never laugh at your misfortune on purpose. You probably tripped on Sara’s tail again by accident and fell like a klutz, which anyone would find amusing. Am I right, Ember?” she asked the cat.

“Mrrrrrrrrrrr,” purred Ember.

“I thought as much. Ellah, why don’t you take a break in the alley. Have some tea and try not to hurt yourself,” the shopkeeper told her assistant.

“Ugh, finally! I’ve been starvin’ for a carrot muffin,” Ellah gushed before trudging back through the curtain to start heating the water.

“She’s a bit too cliche sometimes,” the shopkeeper said as an aside while sliding the jar in front of her and Ember. With the jar closer Tara could read ‘Fox Steam Juice’ written on the jar’s label. “Is there anything else you need, Tara? I’ll get this bagged up for you and you’ll be ready to head to Yyrlitz’s retreat unless you’ve got any lingering questions. I know you’ve been looking forward to this.”

“I think you’ve gone over most things. I have a few minor questions but I think they’re more for Yyrliz. Did I say it right?” asked a fretful Tara.

“Close enough that she won’t mind. Most of the weekend you’ll be yipping and barking so don’t overthink it too much,” chuckled the shopkeeper. She wrapped the bottle with some protective wrap, placed it in a paper bag, and gladly handed it to Tara. “If there’s nothing else, I wish you a pleasant, safe, and speedy journey, hun. Enjoy yourself!”

“That’s the plan. Thanks so much!” Tara smiled with barely obscured eagerness. With a wave Tara practically skipped out of the store. The shopkeeper petting her cat watching another satisfied customer walk out her door. Rather sure in the fact that Tara would do something silly like not follow the rules.

The drive flew by for Tara as she spent her time thinking about the unique experience that drew ever closer. Didn’t need the radio to keep her mind busy and distracted just enough so that she didn’t crash. Tara was a brunette with long hair mostly tied up in a braided ponytail, light brown eyes, glasses, classically romantic features, rosy cheeks, and stood a thin six feet tall. Early summer had her in flats, short, a golden yellow sundress with a skirt down to her mid-thigh and halter straps. She’d wondered what to wear for weeks and only recently figured with a sauna she’d likely not be wearing anything at all. So she’d dress for comfort.

It was not the first time Tara was making the trip from the shop to Glimmerwood Animal Retreat. Visiting once about two months back to deliver some more jars for other customers who were currently staying there. It was set in a secluded valley off the beaten path and down a one lane back road. What it lacked in accessibility it more than made up for in rustic charm. The entire place had been built by the aforementioned Yyrlitz and was home to a myriad of fully transformed customers of the shopkeeper. Who either wished to enjoy their changes in a safe environment or were stuck as animals and needed a safe place to live. In the shade of Yyrlitz’s high peaked thatched roof they all found comfort. Tara thought the hostess was odd but loved the place and after a tour met her soon to be roommates.

Foxes had been one of a few animals Tara had always liked without thinking much on actually being one. Her time at the shop had opened her up to the idea but meeting Wendy, a Pampas fox, Vickie, a corsac fox, and Colin, a red fox, got her thinking she might give vixen life a go. Wendy and Vickie were a couple spending the year at the retreat while Colin was on his third six month extension past his original year long stay. Their accommodations were tremendous like every other animal’s customized space and they were super affectionate with Tara when she’d stopped by a few weeks later to ask about the possibility of a stay for herself. Normally there was a cost but the shopkeeper saw it was waived as part of her graduation present. With her job hunt still a few weeks off, Tara decided some foxy time would be interesting to indulge in. The fox trio were apparently ecstatic when told the news they’d have a temporary roommate.

Arriving at the retreat as the sun was setting cast the valley and tree covered property in welcoming oranges. Tara parked a half mile down the road in a storage shelter among many other vehicles belonging to others who had made the same trip as her. She sent her away messages and told everyone that knew her that she was going on a hike and would be unreachable for two weeks. All her personal belongings were left in the car with Tara only bringing her car keys and her jar from the shopkeeper. Which she kept tucked up under her arm for the short walk to retreat proper.

The whole walk was a surreal experience to Tara and her anxious heartbeat. She hadn't been this anxious giving her doctoral thesis and couldn’t recall a time when she was this excited for something not related to academics. That feeling alone was worth the trip after what felt like nonstop schooling for the last twenty plus years. As a ten foot high, thick and lush hedgerow took over from the many trees Tara grew especially nervous about meeting her host more than why she was there.

The only entrance was a stone archway built into the hedge with a door made of a pale, soft wood with a natural luminance glitter. Upon the door the words ‘Glimmerwood Animal Retreat’ shone in an inviting green that appeared to float above the wood itself. When Tara reached for the latch, like in her previous trips, the door opened itself to let her in. It was hard not to feel accepted from that first moment. Easing Tara as she entered, the gate shutting behind her. It’s letters shifting from green and scarlet.

A stone path marked the way to the front door of the modest cottage and was bounded on either side by open gardens, trees, and spaces occupied by some of the retreat’s residents. Tara saw a furry brown cow, furry black-gray donkey, golden maned lion, burly bison, stag, and a yellow-green python laying its length over the whole group chilling in a tree hollow. She slowed, admiring the scene, until the animals turned their heads to stare back at her. Which made Tara bashfully hurry to the front door and knock to get inside to hide her discomfort from knowing she’d be joining them soon.

After a lot of knocking with no response, Tara got a little worried. “Hello? Fair Yyrlitz? It’s Tara? From the, erm, shop? I might be a little early? I don’t have my phone on me so I don’t- AH!” Tara yelped when she felt someone right behind her.

“You’re being awfully loud,” commented a shorter woman under comically oversized woolen witch’s hat. Her indefinable accent dropped vowels and had a homespun sweetness. It could only be the strangely named Fair Yyrlitz.

Tara peeled herself off the door and calmed down as hat tilted back to reveal the dazzling violet eyes of the retreat’s owner. They were made more striking by her pale green complexion that seemed entirely natural to her. The deep, rich purple of her irises contrasted well with the pale green of her skin. Her oversized, pointed ears drooped on account of bearing most of the hat’s weight while strands of matted black hair hung sporadically down past her shoulders. The handmade woolen coat she had on was a faded brown with lots of patchwork fixes, scratches, holes, deep pockets, and used refashioned milk caps for buttons. With the coat going down past her knees and just bare hands and feet showing Tara could only say Yyrlitz was about as thin as her. But what was actually under the coat Tara tried not to dwell on.

“Yyrlitz! I’m so sorry. You just scared me,” Tara explained while catching her breath.

Yyrlitz waggled her hands to move the woman from the doorway then pushed on through the door. “Me? Scary? Can’t be, couldn’t be. I accept your sorry and wish you would enter with me. They’ve been talking, chatting, yipping all morning and night and morning about you. I would see them quieted and this body of yours made less offens… -ive,” Yyrlitz ended with a discomfort that stopped her short. Tara had to stop herself careening into the woman. “Your form, Tara, is wonderful. As I have been reminded by our mutual familiarity, my personal offense towards your physical being is not personal towards you. Me saying this should clear that up. So I am sorry and now follow me to the hots.”

“Ummm, got it. Lead the way,” Tara said with a thumbs up. She was happy to understand enough of what the little green woman was saying to keep up.

The inside of the cottage was tidy but a tight fit for someone’s Tara’s size. Lots of couches, rugs, plants, and more animals. Dogs, cats, pigs, kangaroos, a pair of owls, a few rats, and probably more where Tara couldn’t see them. Few batted an eye at the woman. Preferring to bask in the heat of a roaring fireplace or snuggle into one of the others. The vibes of the room had Tara forgetting her apprehensions. Likely aided by a sweetly skunky aroma that couldn’t be blamed on either of the two slumbering skunks. It was all very cozy, warm, and sized to Yyrlitz.

“This way, watch that head and mind your wideness,” warned Yyrlitz as she ducked through a slim, short doorway.

Tara squeezed herself through and had to do so a couple more times to navigate the makeshift hallways. Doorways led to specially built rooms for one group of guests or another Tara knew from her previous tour. It’s when they were coming upon the ‘Fox’ room- whose door was marked with a fox’s tail and the names of Wendy, Vickie, and Colin in floating text like the front gate- she assumed they would stop. Instead Yyrlitz kept going right through to where the magic would genuinely happen.

Arriving at the double thick door to the sauna Yyrlitz turned and held up her hands to Tara. “Provide me with your steam juice, Tara,” she requested.

“Here ya go. I hope this goes well. I’ve never tried-”

“You will love it and live it and feel it all very soon. Starts with the juice, then the steam, then some change, then some fox, and then fun and friends. Speaking of…” Yyrlitz trailed off as she took the package and ripped away the packaging until she had the jar clasped in her hands lovingly. “Before you enter and change, please strip and answer a question for your pleasure,” she instructed while regarding Tara with one eye closed.

“Sure. What’s the question? And where should I put my clothes?” Tara asked timidly.

“Ground is fine. And my questions are actually two as I now wish to try your eyewear.”

“You mean my glasses? Sure, you can try. Just be careful,” Tara politely warned, taking off her purple rimmed frames.

Yyrlitz snatched them out of her hand with a delighted giggle. So while Tara discreetly removed her sundress, bra, panties, shoes, and stacked them neatly, Yyrlitz attempted to find a way to make the glasses fit on her peculiar head shape with those ears. She managed it only by tangling the ends in her hair and crossing her eyes.

“Left eye is seeing real nice. No streaky lights,” remarked Yyrlitz as she peered up at Tara with one eye closed. Then she switched. “This one a bit streaky, bit a bit, but better than the donkey’s eyewear. Color is pretty too. I keep for you, Tara. Promise promise. For my next question, would you like your steamy hots alone or with the company of a company of foxes? The foxes you know and will know better more in days to come are who I mean, if I was perhaps less than clear.”

“I understood you perfectly,” Tara fibbed. Because she understood half at best. Enough to know she was being offered the company of her fellow foxes for her impending transformation. She’d envisioned it happening by lonesome but the offer of company was tempting given how friendly all the animals clearly were with each other. With a slight shrug Tara consented. “If you want to ask them to join, sure. They don’t have to come if they don’t want to. I don’t want to start off my stay by forcing them to hang out with me,” she insisted modestly.

Yyrlitz’s snickered- more of a hyena’s wheezing simper- and hid her fanged teeth behind the jar until turning away to unlock the sauna door. “I should be the one forcing you if you had turned down their request,” she clucked while the door creaking open on heavy duty hinges.

Tara was naked and confused as she stepped into the most spacious room in the whole house. Built entirely with cedar and to a standard that could easily accommodate anything from a weasel to a stag or eagle. It had a high ceiling, reinforced floor, extra wide, extra long central space lined by three rolls of bleacher seating, a discreet oven with already warmed stones near the door, and a far wall that could slide away and open right into the backyard if Yyrlitz wished. A handy tool for larger animals but not for Tara and the three eager foxes that were also in the room and very excited to see their new best friend.

“They are insistent little yippers, these foxes of your world. Such foibles are treasured here and I accommodate the accommodatable when able. You already know Wendy, Vickie, and Colin but you will know them again and again today. Give them your greetings and I will prepare the juice for steaming. I will be quick.”

Fair Yyrlitz shuffled over to the oven and dropped her knees to access a panel on the side of the oven. While she loaded the jar into her contraption Tara did her best to greet the three foxes. They were sitting at the end of the nearest benches with Wendy in her sandy gray fur on top, sandy tan and white Vickie the next tier down, and Colin laying on the bottom looking fluffed in his rusty-red, brilliant white, and black furnishings. Soon as Tara was in range their noses and tongues were on her bare skin.

“Ooo! Ouch! Hey! Watch it with the nipping! Who was that?” Tara playfully scolded the milling foxes at her feet.

“Vickie loves to nip. Pretended it was an accident too many times for an accident,” remarked Yyrlitz as she worked.

“So it was you, huh? Well, try to wait until I have fur too, okay? Won’t hurt as much then,” figured Tara.

Wendy and Colin both chittered at that.

“Fur will not stop Vickie’s nips. She likes it too much to stop,” asserted Yyrlitz.

Vikie let out a frisky, untoward howl and hastily hipped her fellow foxes until they jumped her. Tara stood back bemused at the little tussle the three got into and out of in a matter of seconds. Ending with licks all around and plenty of nuzzles. When they saw Tara had moved away they jumped down and milled around her feet, brushing their bodies and tails against her.

“Scenting is the best way to know a fellow animal. You will grow to find the custom part of your nature. Long past when you return to this form to leave that shall remain with you I am sure to say- so I did,” rambled Yyrlitz with her head and upper body deep in the workings under the oven. “I have nearly… done… it… and there, I have. All is set and ready for hot fox.”

Yyrlitz wiggled herself out from the guts behind the panel with oil and black grease staining her cheeks, fingers, and coat. The strange green woman paid her mess no mind as she pushed her hand into Tara’s for a vigorous handshake.

“Thanks again, Yyrlitz. For everything. I did actually have a couple questions,” Tara said knowing it would be her last chance. And she had a few burning questions and details to go over before she could be 100% sure that she knew what she was getting into and-

“There are no more questions or concerns to raise, Tara. You know what you must and the rest will come or be my pleasure to provide. Look after yourself and trust our lady in red’s steamy juice gives you a fitting foxy form in good, pleasurable order. I will return and will be so joyed to greet Tara the proper,” Yyrlitz promised as he waddled to the door. “When I close the door it will start the juice drip, which starts the steam, which starts the foxing. Have fun fun!”

“Oh, wait wait! I just wanna ask-” Tara tried to ask with Yyrlitz one foot out the door.

“I said, fun fun! Now, fun fun!” insisted Yyrlitz. The door then locked shut. Triggering unseen mechanisms under the floor.

Tara had expected more of a countdown to the big moment so was rattled by how it played out so far. She stood in the same place, a light sweat going, foxes still at her feet, and simply stared at glowing sauna rocks. That special fox juice was fed into channels running between the scolding granite stone, causing a thick, fragrant steam to rise and fill the space. The smell reminded Tara of a spring forest. With the added fragrance of fox dander added by her three friends it eased away the last of the woman’s fears. She closed her eyes and took the deepest breath she could, held it for as long as she could, then exhaled out her nose.

Slowly she opened her eyes and saw the three foxes trotted away from her towards the center of the room. Tara followed, leaving sweaty footprints that showed a progression of her walking flat footed to start and ending up on the balls of her feet. Outlines of pads were also present in the prints that Tara herself paid no mind to. The foxes definitely noticed and showed were jumping up and down right up to where Tara came to stop.

“Is this funny feeling I have from the steam or is this a weird contact high? I feel something for sure,” Tara admitted to the foxes while rubbing her tingling fingers together. Her nearsightedness and steam made it hard for her to see the coarse patches of skin forming on her palm and fingers but she could feel the growing roughness. Took seeing her nails turn dark from root to pointed tip for Tara to know for sure her changes were underway. “Okay that feeling is definitely the magic doing something. Oh gosh, oh gosh, this is really happening! My hands are getting all foxy. And I think my feet are too,” Tara remarked when her black, narrowing toenails were easy to spot.

Colin barked and nudged Tara’s leg while the other two jumped up with their front paws onto the woman’s thighs. Eventually Tara understood what they were trying to get her to do. So very carefully, Tara squatted down to her knees and meant to sit down but a pair of twinging aches caused her to simply fall forward on her morphing hands. Putting her at the perfect level for Wendy, Vickie, and Colin to lovingly lick Tara’s face and neck. With her fingers shrinking, sprouting black fur, and rearranging there was nothing the transforming woman could do to stop the tongue bath.

“You guys! Can’t you wait until I- nyah!- until I change a bit more? I’ve never done this before, remember,” Tara told the foxes through clenched teeth and smiles.

One of the aches that forced Tara onto her hands and knees came from her tailbone. The sensation was like her spine extending of its own accord into a bony sprig of a tail protrading over Tara’s ass. Tara had to shake her head a few times to get the three to pause their kisses so she could check her tail out. It was a scrawny three inches, covered in taut, thin, moist skin with a few tiny hairs visible too. So while not being much to look at yet it was a good reason not to sit on her butt and one of the changes Tara had been wanting the most. The other ache that felled her had been aching in her ears.

While Tara was reoccupied tail gazing, Vickie and Colin licked either of the woman’s transfiguring ears. The mere aches had been the cartilage reshaping the ears from root to tip. Reaching a hand up and feeling her pointed, more triangular, and lightly furred ears sent shivers all through her. Making even her barely formed tail curl and nails flex naturally. A low, satisfied, canine whimper that it was going so well. The changes were uncomfortable, unsettling, and like her newly twitching nose, were not easily ignored. Since it was happening quickly enough and in the company of her fellow foxes Tara found the transformation worth bearing.

“My nose is so itchy,” complained Tara. Her nose was pushing out slightly but rounding off more as black flecks of skin came to dominate. The real trouble came from her sensitive, swollen upper lip and the whiskers sprouting there pushing into her nose. A matter that got worse when aching gums and jaw warned of muzzle to come. “Teef are getting sharp too. And my lip is turning black,” she said while tugging her lip up. Ultimately she had to let go because her hands had crossed the threshold to be more like paws.

Tara’s thumbs were nearly gone and her remaining fingers shrunk and plumped to the arrangement of a fox’s front paws. Black fur covered all but the pads and like long gloves continued up to her thinning , shifting shoulders. Similar cramping doing the same to Tara’s feet, forcing her to move to all four despite her legs and pelvis still being rather human. She now had her ass in the air with her near to full length tail bent close to touching her oversized ears.

“Oooooo, this feels so weird. Can’t find a place where my feet arrre comfry,” carped Tara with difficulty. Her canine teeth and others were getting sharper, her nose was smaller, lips thinner, tongue unruly, and the very shape of her mouth was changing as her skull did. Her ability to speak wass fading like the rest of her humanity was.

Colin and Wendy rubbed against Tara’s trembling legs to steady her while Vickie kept in front of her. With her thick fluff of sandy fur, perhaps the fluffiest of the bunch, had a way of making Tara smile whenever the corsac vixen brushed into her. As Tara’s senses became the acutely tuned ones of a fox, she discovered that Vickie’s fur truly smelled of cinnamon, chocolate, and hazelnut. A closer whiff of Wendy showed deeper scents of lilacs, a warm sand beach, and a hint of pine. Whereas Colin’s aroma was a heady musk of a male; a rich, velvety, damp forest floor on a spring morning. Tara let their unique scents burn into her nose so she’d never forget them.

“You all smell so nice and frrrroxy,” growled Tara amidst her muzzle’s formation.

Elsewhere Tara’s natural hair was in the process of receding in time with patches of rusty-red, sprouting from her scalp and ears all the way down her back, over her ribs, ass, hips, and ultimately tail. Elsewhere black furry sleeves were spreading and filling in up past Tara’s knees. On her inner thighs, crotch, stomach and chest were whiter hairs that added up to Tara’s inner fox being a red one like Colin. It was no surprise to her but Colin clearly saw it as a thing to celebrate. Yipping and yapping as a mark of pride that Tara would be foxy like him.

The two other vixens ignored the yipping reynard to continue doting on Tara through her metamorphosis. They licked and nuzzled along Tara’s cracking ribs, finding four pairs of teats at different stages of growth dotting from her shrunken breasts to her waist. This led them to rightly assume that when they snuck between her hindlegs and looked up that Tara’s deforming cunt. Colin cooled down his strutting around when he caught the scent of a new vixen’s heat forming. He joined the vixens behind Tara and with a special interest of his own, smacked his lips.

Tara did feel a tightness around her vagina and pelvic floor but figured it was her pelvis adjusting. While that was true, much of it was really her labia and vulva reforming in a vixen’s canine entrance. Inside the rest remodeled itself and was producing an aroma that reminded the vixens of their own. The smell reminded Colin of the promise he made to himself to not fall for the vixen that would be visiting for a couple weeks. He didn’t want to be stuck like a fox or be responsible for doing that to someone else. Colin figured time with the two vixens had taught him self control. But seeing and smelling the vixen Tara was becoming was making him second guess himself more than ever before. He tried to mirror the vixen’s sisterly joy as an alternative to dwelling on his acute need to breed Tara already.

“Is it getting hotterrrr in hurrr orrr ish it dish me?” Tara asked through heavy panting. The heat both on her skin and radiating from her loins. With care, Tara shuffled herself around to work out kinks in nearly every joint. Arms and legs were getting shorter and her torso was shrinking bit by bit too. The happy faces of Wendy and Vickie were all smiles and so was Colin. Yet Tara and the other vixens saw that the seated male was a little more than happy for how things were going for her. “Colrin rrrooks hayp-hayppy to shee mes, heh heh heh,” Tara bashfully teased her fellow red fox.

Colin glanced down and saw the red erection he was sporting up from his sheath. He tried to move his front paws in front to hide it but he was too well endowed for a fox for that to work. The vixens snickered more and Tara pretended to look away because of her brow flattening. Really it was to stop her own lusty thoughts getting out of control. Tara assumed the risk of getting bred by Colin was low and mostly on if he could control himself. She’d have to watch herself too. As after only a minute of having a fox’s cunt Tara was starting to see Colin as more than just a furry, cute fox. But as a virile, beautiful, and well endowed potential mate who made her loins throb.

The last of Tara’s old hair vanished under the rusty-red fox fur that filled the space between her ears. She had lost roughly a foot in height up to that point twenty minutes since Yyrlitz shut the door. That rate accelerated; burning off height as well as mass at a dizzying rate. Tara, with the others' help, crumpled down to the cedar floor and tried not to fight it.

“It… hurrrtsh a-a-alittlur,” Tara whimpered weakly as her last words during the crunch and crack stage.

Steadily the odd proportions, the oversized and undersized body parts, the fur, the ears, and everything else coalesced into a fluffy red fox vixen twitching on her side with eyes closed.

‘It’s okay, I’m okay, everything is fine, I’m still me. I. Am. Still. Me. I’m Tara, a person, who is just taking a nice little vacation as a fox. When I open my eyes, I’m gonna just let the chips fall as they may,’ Tara mindfully thought as she waited for her body to settle completely. She knew the others were around her, sniffing and nuzzling her to make sure the newest fox had survived. ‘They’re humans too under the fur. Wendy and Vickie are really nice and Colin is nice too and unfairly handsome but I can control myself and these little vixen urges. Just open your eyes, do your best smile, and wag your tail. Oh, wait, my tail is already wagging. How long has it been doing that?’

Tara’s tail had begun wagging when it had the strength for it. It got really going after seeing her new friends, Colin especially, and had not stopped since.

Carefully, Tara opened her eyes and was given sharper vision at the cost of being essentially red-green color blind. Her vision had been one of the questions Tara had for Yyrlitz but never got to ask. It would be an adjustment but blinking more and slowly standing up let her brain adapt without much trouble. The bigger shock was having a muzzle and the viewpoint of the small four legged vixen she was. Tara’s coat was close to Colin’s with her black furnishing going higher on her arms and legs with more black speckled throughout her tail. His summer coat couldn't compare to the plume of fluff the new fox had going on. Yet in most other ways they looked like they could find themselves easily in some forest or prairie.

Before Tara’s mind could wander too much, Wendy, Vickie, and Colin greeted the newest fox with lots of licks, nuzzles, intimate sniffs, and eventually wrestling Tara to the ground so they could all lay on her. A totally normal fox thing to do.

Not long after, the sauna’s latch unlocked and in skipped Yyrlitz wearing the same outfit, Tara’s glasses, and carrying a lime green linen satchel of something. “I see a form more fair than entered before and another fox for the fold and makes four. Fours are good and even and have plenty of space still in their splendid. Tara the fox, the red fox, the lovely vixen, follow me to your room for the next two weeks. Only two weeks, yes yes, Colin?” tutted Yyrlitz at the reynard. His obvious red erection against his white belly fur is impossible to hide. Though Yyrlitz always knew when her animals were in a frisky mood.

Going through the same doorways and hallways as a fox continued the neverending trip into the surreal. The others were never more than a few inches away from her, acting very protective. There were so many smells here that Tara’s brain was a little overwhelmed by the scents of at least forty different animals. Her salvation was reaching the fox room. Sizing up the door, Yyrlitz licked her finger and took care to draw a red fox to mirror Tara. Again the foxes were yipping, licking, and showing their love to Tara as she was properly inducted into their group. Tara saw Yyrlitz writing the new fox’s name in the same script as the others and could have melted.

“I have cleaned everything in your domain, my foxes, and your food, water, and snacks, and enough to keep foxes happy and merry until sunrise. Tara will learn the ins and outs and ups and downs of Glimmerwood from your skin, who know it well. For me,” Yyrlitz huffed before kneeling down closer to where Tara was sitting surrounded by the other three foxes. “I am honored to have such a beautiful, furry, frisky, fun foxie under my custody. I see you for who you really are, Tara, for the first time. It’s an honor,” she told Tara nearly nose to nose while scratching the ear of her newest fox.

Tara barked and wagged her tail faster than ever to make her gratitude clear.

Yyrlitz leaned in closer to place a small stud into the dense fur in Tara’s neck and whispered some parting words. “Tara, so long as you’re here, I will know where you are, your well-being, and when trying to communicate, I will understand like no one else but your fellow transformed can. Worry for nothing,” she told her in that raspy voice. Adding as she began to get up, “The boy Colin has your scent and may I say, Tara, you have his. So I remind you of consequences, I remind you of self-control, I urge reason, and lastly I say, if all that fails to dissuade you, you and he are welcome to stay for as long as forever is for you.”

The hostess patted the heads of all the foxes, Tara’s twice, tipped her hat to them, and saw herself. Grumbling something about dealing with the raccoons.

The room the foxes had would be a master bedroom in most people’s houses and was bigger than Tara’s first two dorms. An oak tree that grew out of the flew and out the ceiling served as the hollowed out house for the foxes with many warm places to snuggle. Built out from the trunk were hammocks, ramps, tunnels, hanging toys, and ways to get into the upper boughs near the ceiling. There were also lots of holes dug in around the stump and roots of the tree providing more places for the foxes to play. Places to eat, a place to bath and wash, lots of mirrors, and even a tiny fireplace tucked down in the tunnels under the tree that only foxes could access.

Tara was given the full tour top to bottom with lots of breaks for snacks, playing, and running around. In a couple hours Tara had the whole layout memorized and more to her credit, knew her new friends like they were her oldest and dearest. Wendy was the unofficial matriarch and the one to keep everyone in check. Her weakness was getting into games of ‘tug the tail’ that overrode all her supposed control. On the other hand Vickie was a spitfire who loved her biting almost as much as cuddling everyone she could. Colin could be a troublemaker but adored the other two and was never far from them. That did change with Tara around.

Any time Tara was curious where a hole went or wanted to try jumped a new distance, Colin kept close and helped however he could. They frequently wrestled and were play biting the way Wendy and Vickie did when their arousal was peaking. So they saw what was happening and where it would lead very early on. The two vixens traded looks, ear and tail wiggles, and made a decision to let nature take its course with the two red’s. Sure, they didn’t want either of their friends to have any regrets, but they’re been around Glimmerwood enough to know things like that were sometimes for the best. Secretly they doubted they could stop it if they tried.

At midnight the nights in the house went nearly out. There was a nightlight in the foxes room but most of the light was shining in from the large bay window. It was a clear night with a bright, waning moon and lots of stars. The sort of big, open sky you only get in rural areas like Yyrlitz’s valley. Down in the tunnels under the free, cozied alongside the tiny warm stove, Wendy and Vickie were curled together in a deep sleep. While up in the boughs of the tree Tara was on all fours, tail in the air, being mounted by Colin at long last.

Both knew what would happen and they agreed to take it as it comes. They’d left the vixens an hour ago to look at the moonlight knowing full well what they were going to do. Tara told herself that the shopkeeper or Yyrlitz herself would, at some point, find a cure in a few years. But after a few hours as a fox and a little introspection, Tara felt that she had earned a little more than two weeks for all her years and years stuck in school. Feeling Colin’s canine cock slide into her wet, needy backside after a few anxious misses felt worth a few empty years on her resume. Just as after a few thrusts, Colin didn’t mind putting off inheriting his dad’s fortunes for another few years if it meant Tara was his mate.

Their bodies were locked in passion together in a silhouette that played out against the night sky. Tara hadn’t felt any regret or doubts since changing and even as Colin’s foxy knot swelled up inside her, this is what she wanted. She orgasmed before him, helping to milk Colin’s every last drop of seed into her. They yipped and yowled merrily and then collapsed together in a panting pile of fur and smelling of sex.

As they lay beside each other, waiting for Colin’s knot to die down, the two newly mated foxes looked at the other. Then through expression, yips, and growls, a very simple back and forth occurred.

“I really liked that. And I really, really like you, Tara,” remarked Colin.

“I really did too, Colin. I’m glad we didn’t wait or draw this out,” Tara sighed.

“Me too. I thought I could hold back, but then I saw you, and I didn’t want to anymore. So glad you were the same,” Colin said with what Tara imagined was relief.

Tara nuzzled Colin affectionately. “I may regret it a little in the morning, but right now, with you still in me, I don’t. Feels so good in me,” she said through her movements.

“Feels so right in you, mate. Like it belongs. Like we belong,” Colin meant by his snuggling closer.

When Colin’s knot was finally out and the pair considered sleeping for the night, they chose to instead stay up the rest of the night, fucking all over the room in every position their furry little frames could take. They weren’t quiet either. So that the next morning Wendy, Vickie, Yyrlitz, and every other animal not hard of hearing knew Glimmerwood Animal Retreat just gained two more permanent residents, And to prepare for kits.

*******

A lazy, rainy afternoon with no appointments had little chance for foot traffic. The shopkeeper was taking the time to reorganize all her antidotes. Ember was purring on her back on the back counter in a catnip comatose state. While Ellah the assistant was stuck brushing Sara the tiger on the floor in front of the counter.

“Don’t I tell you two not to do that out? Most people are frightened by a three hundred pound tiger sprawled on the ground when they enter a cozy little shop like this,” the shopkeeper told the pair half-heartedly.

“We’ve only had one customer today and it was Sophi dropping over some more cursed stuff. She didn’t mind Sara,” argued Ellah in defense of doing real work.

“She’s a demon in disguise and doesn’t count,” corrected the shopkeeper.

“Okay but Sara would never attack anyone. She’s a good girl just like Ember. Only biggerer,” Ellah stated as she rubbed the tiger’s stomach.

“That’s not the point, Ellah. Someone will- hold on. Phone call,” the shopkeeper interrupted when the old rotary phone on the wall started ringing. “Hello? Oh Yyrlitz, you brighten my day, hun. What wisdom do you have for me today?” Yyrlitz rambled something off that only the shopkeeper could have deciphered in one go. “What else can I say? She had that foxy look in her eye at the start. I hear you and wish you a pleasant rest of your- and she hung up. Typical.”

When the shopkeeper hung up the phone she saw that Ellah, Sara, and Ember were all watching and waiting for word.

“Well?” Ellah asked impatiently.

“Who here had her not last twelve hours or less?” the shopkeeper asked the group.

Sara roared and raised her huge paw.

“Sara won the bet then, folks. She gets to get in bed first for the next month and you two can’t complain about it, got it? That was the deal,” the shopkeeper explained.

“Darn her! I thought Tara could do a lot better than that! She must have been a total horndog under that librarian exterior this whole time,” grumbled Ellah. Who along with Ember had lost their bet because they had faith Tara could restrain herself from breeding for more than a day.

“It’s the quiet, writer types you always have to watch out for. I had a hunch about Tara from the start,” confided the shopkeeper as she returned to her sorting.

“Then you should have bet for a change,” Ellah goaded her boss.

“You know I don’t make bets, hun. I like a sure thing,” retorted the shopkeeper while holding an antidote bottle out with a fox’s head on it. “What do you say, give her a year before we ‘discover’ the cure?” she asked her assistants.

Ellah, Ember, and Sara conferred amongst themselves before letting Ellah speak for them. “We say two.”

“Two it is,” smirked the shopkeeper. Who then filed the fox antidote to the back and forgot about it for a few years. Letting Tara enjoy some well earned foxy time.