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Disclaimer - There is no reason to entered the quarantined zone. Deadly contamination has killed all life in the area. Any signs of frolicking vulpines on the other side of the fence are simply hallucinations caused by swamp gas and deadly radiation. Likewise, reports of wild displays of animal debauchery on the other side of the fence are mere propaganda spread by our most hated adversaries. If you see such fluffy creatures, do not follow them into the quarantined zone. I repeat, do not follow any creature, no matter how fluffy, into the area. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

The Fox Zone

The accident happened decades ago, and save for a few specific hazards very near the old plant, the forest was largely safe at this point; not that the government wanted you to know it.

Dee scoffed at the old signs warning her away through a film of lichen and dirt as she scaled the chain-link fence. Her worn jeans rubbed against the corroded metal, short brown ponytail swinging through the back of her blue plastic mesh "Give A Damn" cap. She hung carefully, clipping away the three strands of razor wire at the top, carefully letting them fall to either side before straddling the bar at the top and looking into the forest as if perched on a crow's nest.

This was real, untamed wilderness, where nature had made a full recovery because no human had stepped foot inside for years. A grin split her face as she lowered herself down the opposite side and let herself drop to the grassy earth. She checked on her things, breathing a sigh of relief that her camera was unphased by the climb. Other than a few nicks on her padded green vest that let wisps of the stuffing leak out, she was unphased. She took off her lens cap and snapped a few photos experimentally, adjusting the zoom manually. Every smart camera had geo tracking in it at this point, and she wasn't about to tip the government off to her intrusion.

Walking into the woods sent tingles through her spine, the sea of green mossy pines enveloping her, drooping wisps of lichen swaying in the faint breeze. It was if the entire forest was breathing around her. A few birds flitted about in the canopy, but the mossy foliage made it difficult to see anything. It felt almost welcoming as she crept forwards towards a bright meadow clearing, seeing a flash of wings and bringing her camera to bare. She snapped a few pictures before allowing herself to edge forwards and sigh with disappointment.

"Pigeons," she muttered. Certainly not what she had been expecting.

She took a few more steps and the small flock of rock doves flapped away into the trees. This was supposed to be a place where nature could recover. Dee pondered for a moment, admitting to herself that pigeons were indeed natural, though she had no idea of where pigeons even came from originally. Every city on every continent she'd ever visited had been full of the lightly iridescent rats with wings. It was almost shocking to see them in a natural setting, their mundanity contrasting to the green glory of the forest. At least these ones had the good sense to avoid humanity.

Dee checked her few blurry shots and then began to crunch through the swaying golden yellow grasses towards the other side of the clearing. The noise of her feet sinking into the matted underbrush rang out as she looked again up at the wall of green that the mixed leaves and needles of the trees formed on the horizon. She was so distracted that she didn't notice what was at ground level until a sudden rustle and a strange whistling churr caught her attention.

She whipped her gaze down, fingers fumbling for her camera as her face lit up. A dusty colored grey and brown fox was rolling around against the forest floor, snuffling audibly before yapping again. Dee crouched down at the edge of the clearing, watching as the animal swatted at a fat green beetle. It yapped at the bug again before pouncing after it in a cascading arc before nuzzling in at the confused insect and swatting it again.

Dee tried to keep her breathing steady as she distractedly fished her low tripod out from the side pocket of her pack. The fox continued to play, yapping at the bug with chaotic low and high creaking vocalizations as if demanding that it join in on the game. She took a few desperate shots of the scene before looking down to screw the camera onto the threaded mount, quietly cursing as she spun the legs around with one hand, laying her body down flat against the mash of dry grass on the ground of the meadow.

Squinting through the camera's viewfinder, her heart sank as she saw the trunks of the trees and the dusty brown forest floor, but no sign of the playful fox that had been there just moments before. She must have frightened the creature away. If even the pigeons in this place were skittish, she must have been lucky to stumble on a fox.

Her morose thoughts were suddenly interrupted as huge blur of brown and black eclipsed her scoped image. She looked up wide eyed to see the very same fox nosing about her camera. She assumed the sniffing vulpine hadn't noticed her before the creature looked up, metallic amber eyes staring at her as it chirped and wriggled about with its entire body, holding itself down against the ground and thrashing its fluffy tail from side to side as if completely unphased by her presence.

Dee tried to stay quiet, but couldn't stop a giggle from escaping her lips as the animal yapped at her. She squinted again through her lens and angled the camera down as the fox spun around, lifting its fluffy flag of a tail behind it and looking back over its shoulder at her almost expectantly. She started taking more pictures just in time to capture the small creature's tail leaving the frame. Dee turned to see the fox crouching beside her, large ears turned in like inquisitive satellite dishes as it sniffed in at the front of her camera.

"You're not afraid of people at all, are you, little guy?" she muttered to the overeager ball of fluff as it looked up at her with its wide slitted eyes, cocking its head to the side. Dee was so distracted that she didn't notice the other fox until something tugged at her pack.

"Hey!" Dee pushed herself quickly to her knees, turning to find a mostly white fox with a few wispy black patches looking back up at her, the nylon strap to her camera bag clutched in its jaws. It jerked the bag out from the mesh outer pocket of her bag like a dog shaking a chew toy, looking up at her with something approaching mischievous alarm. "That's not yours!" She reached out to snatch her camera bag back, but the creature let out a muffled squeak and darted backwards a few steps, joined by the other brown-grey fox as they both looked back at her expectantly.

"Don't you dare . . ." Dee shook her head, swearing as the two foxes rushed off into the forest. Her extra battery was in there, and all the attachments for the camera. She sprung to her feet and chased after the pair of vulpine bandits, only making any progress when they both stopped to tug at the bag's handle and screech at each other. Whenever she got any closer, one would scoop up the bag and bolt off again. Dee puffed and wheezed as she barely managed to keep up with the thieves, starting to sweat under her vest. Her shoes left drifting patches of dust behind her as she ran, watching with horror as the two foxes darted under the gnarled roots of an oak tree and disappeared into the earth.

Dee sighed and slumped against the tree, fishing out her water bottle with a grumble. She had maybe been expecting to run from the police, but certainly not chase after a bunch of delinquent foxes. She swore and peered down the hole, hearing the foxes' squabbles echo out. They were probably tearing everything to shreds.

"You little bastards . . ." she shook her head with a smirk and a defeated sigh. Dee took stock of her losses: not the end of the world, but she only had just over an hour left on her current battery. It almost reminded her of shooting on film, back in the day where you had to try and make every picture count.

As she took a moment to catch her breath and reminisce about the strange old days of photography, she began to hear noises from the other side of the tree, at first the whining yipes of the foxes, but then a deeper and much calmer voice.

"No, I don't think so. Look, it's just a bag and some lenses . . . and whatever this is."

Dee held herself against the tree and slowly peered around the side. The foxes growled and yipped.

"So what if it is a battery? What are you going to power out here?" The deliberate voice continued with quizzical resignation.

As Dee peered further around the trunk, her mouth hung open as she saw a third animal. The orange fox was almost as tall as she was, standing on its hind legs with her bag in its arms. She raised a brow as she watched the fox-man reach a dark furred hand into her bag, shaking out a few of her cleaning cloths and then showing it to the pair of other normal foxes with a shrug.

"I don't know what the two of you were expecting."

Dee's foot slid against the roots of the tree as she tried to lean in closer. All three foxes turned towards her, the taller man-shaped one's ears moving just as the smaller one's did, homing in on her position.

"Oh, dear." The orange, brown, and white furred fox-man paused, looking down at his apparent partners in crime. "Look, miss, you really shouldn't be here." He tucked the battery back into her now very worn looking camera bag and then tossed it back to her.

"Wait . . ." Dee caught the bag and then looked down at it before looking up and rubbing her eyes against her sleeves. Even after blinking several times, the fox-man remained. "What the hell are you?"

"Oh, just your standard fox." He shrugged, looking down his long muzzle pointedly at the white and greyish foxes by his paw-feet. Both of the smaller vulpines seemed to snigger up at him as he rolled his eyes. "This is a very special area, and I think it prudent to warn you that you probably want to leave here as quickly as possible," he stated quite plainly.

"Or else what?" Dee questioned non-committally as all of her thoughts were still back at how a fox-man-thing was standing up and having a casual conversation with her. Her eyes traced over his furry white chest as his autumn-colored tail fidgeted around behind him. Her gaze then fell down between his plush thighs.

"Or else you might decide you never want to leave! You see, something happened here a long time ago, I'm not sure exactly what, to be honest and . . ." He paused here, following Dee's gaze. "Excuse me, but are you meaning to stare at my crotch?"

"Oh, what? No! No, I was just . . . I mean, I've never seen a fox like you before and I was only . . ." Dee's cheeks burned as she looked down, suddenly studying the forest floor as if it contained the answers to the universe. She had been staring though, and was confused. Nestled between his legs, the fox had and inhuman package, a plump sheath of pillowy white with the faint outline of his furry balls under it.

"Oh, my." The fox let out a resigned sigh. "You probably liked what you saw, didn't you?" He rubbed a paw between his eyes with exasperation.

"Why would you say that? I'm sorry, I just never really thought about foxes . . ." Her skin flushed warm under her clothes. Even as she continued to stare fixedly at the ground, she could still see his plump fuzzy maleness in her mind's eye.

"Oh, I can see it in your face," the fox explained. "It looks like you might have been here too long already. I'm not really sure how it works." He walked over next to her, leaning down and looking up at her face quizzically. "Yes, I'm afraid you've definitely been affected."

"By what though? What even are you?" Dee's heart raced as she panicked. "What is this place? Did the government pay you to do this?" Her words became faster and less coherent as a high-pitched whine built up in her throat.

"Oh . . . uhh that's a lot." The fox-man tapped a claw against one of his fangs as Dee continued to ask a rapid-fire stream of increasingly complicated questions. The two other foxes were chortling and chasing each other through the woman's legs, yapping up at her playfully. "Let's start with this." He stepped in, and grabbed Dee's camera in one of his paws, tilting the rear display towards her.

"Not you too! You can't steal my camera it's not . . ." Dee looked down at the blank black screen, about to yank her camera back when she saw her reflection. "This can't be real." She watched as the amber slitted eyes blinked back at her and she reached up a hand to feel the darkening tip of her nose, moist and leathery. Now that she noticed it, there was also a certain smell hanging around in the air, a deep earthy loam punctuated by something alluring and sharp. "You can't do this to me!" She took an unsteady step backwards.

"Oh, I'm not. That's what I was trying to tell you." The fox-man held his padded palms in front of himself apologetically. "This place just seems to do that to people."

"Change them into monsters!?" Dee shouted back.

"Well, foxes. Rather incorrigible ones at that." He rolled his eyes as the two frenetic vulpines continued to frolic, the dusty-coated one pouncing on the white fluffy one. They rolled over one another and ended up in a tangle of limbs and thrashing tails, chirping and growling as they lapped wildly at each other's muzzles.

"How is that possible!?" Dee scratched at her arm absentmindedly as she watched the foxes play below her. She had to admit, they were kind of cute: chasing and sniffing and licking each other . . .

"No clue." The fox raised his paws defeatedly. "Look, I was just in my burrow minding my business when there was a flash and something made the world shake. Do you know how hard it is to get out of a burrow when you wake up looking like this?" He motioned down to his body: his glossy, plush body.

Dee was practically salivating as she followed his gestures, looking over his foxy form. "That . . . that must have been quite a struggle." She licked her lips absentmindedly, tongue sliding out slightly longer as her lips began to darken.

"Oh, you have no idea. Seriously, how am I supposed to dig with these!" He held up his hand-paws furtively. "Anyways, I'll make sure that you don't end up stuck underground. It's the least I can do."

"Thank you," Dee replied somewhat dreamily as she stepped towards the somewhat reserved fox. "You're just so nice . . . for taking care of me." A strange giddy thrill ran through her mind as she reached out tentatively to run a hand through the orange fur on his shoulder. "Has anyone ever told you . . .?" She trailed off as she leaned in and rubbed her check against the plush whiteness of his chest.

"Err . . ." the fox sighed, offering an arm to steady the woman's balance as she leaned in against him. "Ever told me what exactly?"

Dee looked down, pressing her head against his chest, eyes locked between his legs, dark nose huffing in his rich dusky scent. "How fucking handsome you are?" her words trailed off into a wheezing churr. She hugged her arms around him and pulled her body close against his own, sniffing in at the nape of his neck.

"Oh, dear. Yes, a few others have told me as much." He patted her back as reassuringly as he could. "Incessantly." His gaze once again fell to the pair of foxes. The earthy-colored one had his front legs resting on a thick gnarled oak root, his tail swishing about wildly as the white one sniffed in behind him. He squarked out as the other animal lapped out against his balls, wriggling his rump as the pointed pink tip of his member began to poke out from his plump sheath.

"Look, I know you're probably feeling quite strange right now. I can completely understand if you'd just like to sit down and talk through this." He patted Dee's shoulder trepedatiously. "There's a nice little spring not too far from here with some excellent raspberries that are just turning ripe . . ."

A strange growling laugh burbled out from Dee's lips as she pulled herself closer to the fox-man. Her perspective had changed slightly, and she found herself looking up at the underside of his chin. "Just so . . . sexy." She drank in his scent as his words drifted in one increasingly pointed ear and out the other.

"No one ever wants to just sit and talk . . ." the fox sulked. "Alright." He grabbed Dee's shoulders and held her at arm's length. Her clothes hung loosely off of her, hat tumbling back off her head as she looked up at his face with an incorrigible gleam in her vulpine eyes. "Let's just get a few things straight, then. You are turning into a fox, in the middle of the woods."

Dee turned her head to the side, one ear flopping over. Was she turning into a fox? That wasn't so bad, was it? Foxes were just so alluring . . .

"And instead of wanting to stop and talk through this like civilized creatures, you would rather engage in debauchery despite the fact that we just met?"

Dee's answer was standing up on the tips of her toes, ankles sliding out from her over-large shoes as she pressed her mouth in against his muzzle. The fox's eyes went wide, his words muffled as she licked against his gums, tongue sliding over his sharp fangs and flicking against his canine tongue. Her arms wrapped around him, fingers digging through the thick fur on his back as she lapped at his muzzle with growing animal enthusiasm.

The fox managed to pull back for a breath as she continued licking at the fur on his neck. "I'll take that as a 'yes' then," he panted. "But don't feel pressured or anything. I mean if you want, we could do literally anything else . . ."

She plastered her body against him, feeling his silky softness as heat began to tingle through her body. An excited yap drew her attention downwards to where the white fox lay spread-eagled on the ground, legs pedaling in the air with the darker fox's head buried between his thighs. She watched as the creature's tongue slid out, grinding up the side of the snowy fox's sheath, licking up a bead of pre that welled out from the throbbing chiseled tip of the vulpine's emerging maleness. The sight made her horny like she'd never imagined, one hand slipping past the loose waist of her jeans to rub at her crotch through the already sodden fabric of her underwear. She was almost jealous, mind fixated on what it must feel like to have an eager vulpine muzzle lapping unabashed at a throbbing reddish shaft.

"I can think of a few things . . ." She growled out, trying to leap into the fox-man's arms. Instead of him sweeping her off her feet, they both went tumbling unceremoniously into the dirt. Dee shook her head, her vision coming back into focus as she looked at her hand. It was decidedly strange, but she couldn't quite figure out why. She flexed her fingers, feeling the growing leathery pads squeeze together.

"You two are not being helpful." The fox-man chastised the two lascivious vulpines as he sat up. They both chased each other in bursts of movement, sniffing and licking underneath their furry tails amidst bouts of low growls and high-pitched ululations.

His attention was drawn away from the frenetic duo as Dee lurched over to him, joints in her arms and legs creaking as she pushed her forming snout between his legs and inhaled deeply. Her lips curled up in a smile as she drank in the scent of his virility, letting her tongue slide out and grind along the plush softness of his sheath, circling around the fuzzy top, sliding into the loose skin to taste the salty musk of his maleness.

"Oh, god." The fox gritted his teeth, hands resting on her shoulders as she continued to baste his sheath in single-minded affection. "You certainly can be . . . persuasive." His words were punctuated by a small whine while she nibbled delicately at the tip of his emerging shaft.

"I guess there's nothing for it then," he huffed out. "Here, let's get you out of those clothes before anything . . ."

Dee growled as he pulled up at her loosening shirt, the fabric of her collar threatening to cut her off from the heady object of her infatuation. Her sharpening teeth gnashed inches away from his swelling shaft.

"Fine." His fur prickled up as she huffed in at his testicles. "Let's just start at the other end . . ." He reached past her and grabbed onto the loose waist of her jeans, sliding the fabric easily back and down her legs.

Dee's muscles tensed and bulged, balls of her feet swelling as her thickening claws dug into the forest floor. It felt so much more comfortable as she wriggled her legs out from the cloying prison of her pants, kicking her beige underwear off of one forming paw. Her spine creaked as she arched her back, still lapping at his emerging shaft as a fluffy orange and black nub pressed out above her ass.

The fox man panted, leaning over her dwindling form as she sucked in at the tip of his shaft, feeling it throb in time with his racing heart.

"Well . . ." he ran his paw down her back, feeling her skin twitch and thicken as it sprouted a light undercoat of orange fuzz mostly obscured by her vest. "I suppose it's only polite to reciprocate at this point." He brushed his claws through the fur growing on the nub of her tail, feeling the muscles straining and growing at its base. Then, with two padded fingers, he traced down either side of Dee's cleft, kneading in at her labia, making her pull up her head with a squeak of surprised pleasure.

It felt different than she was expecting, making heat well up in her loins as he rubbed in at her tender flesh.

"For most folks this is always the first to change," he pondered absentmindedly, feeling her labia twitch feebly, loosening as plush dark fur began to prickle in over either side of her exposed femininity. She purred against his crotch as he continued.

"Though it would be nice to have some vixens around occasionally, to be completely honest." He couldn't help but buck his hips slightly as she let his shaft slide past her thinning lips, grinding against the developing ridges of her fleshy palate. She drank in the heady reek of his maleness, her body trembling as he continued to grope and tease at her exposed backside.

"It never works out that way though," he shrugged, finger continuing to rub the edge of Dee's labia, coaxing the flesh out looser as the pinkness of her slit was obscured under a prickling wave of plush black fur. "I have no clue why exactly. Not that there's anything wrong with being a male fox, even if some tend to be overly excitable . . ." His words tapered off as he looked up, tongue licking up over his nose as the sloppy noises of Dee hungrily bobbing along his shaft filled the forest.

As if on cue, the very duo of quite excited foxes rushed up in a furry blur, skidding to a halt behind Dee. It felt natural for her to raise her rump as the two started nosing around her backside. Her tail creaked out longer as it wagged eagerly above her exposed ass. The foxes could smell the acrid tang of her femininity, but it was fading. The dusty fox leaned his head in under her raised rump, snuffling at her pitch-black underfur before his tongue flickered out over the top of her shifting folds. His eager warm tongue slid up, finding a fuzzy ring of flesh surrounding her pulsing clit.

The white fox huffed in her scent from between the fox man's fingers, folding his ears back and pressing in, licking up between the rubbing digits. Dee whined and moaned around the cock sliding against her gullet as the snowy fox's hot tongue ground past the edges of her slit while the fox-man mashed them together rhythmically. Her tensing muscles relaxed more and more as with every lap, the fleshy ribbon of her cleft shrank, flesh growing loose and fluffy, stretched this way and that by prodding fingers and that incorrigible tongue.

"Of course. Now you two try to be helpful," the fox-man scoffed. His tail swished lazily behind him as his cock just brushed at the back of her grasping throat. With her growing muzzle, Dee's nose now brushed up against his soft belly fur, drinking in his scent as his sheath began to bulge.

"Anyways, I'm quite happy that you're enjoying yourself. I'd really hate for anything like this to be painful," he shuddered, fur brushing up along his spine. "Though again, you can feel free to stop whenever you'd like . . ."

He paused as Dee growled possessively around his shaft.

"Right, then. That's fine too." He replied breathily, pulling his hands up from her changing crotch and massaging the sides of her head. Her ears flicked and grew out longer, orange with black tips as his thumbs slid tenderly over them.

Soon, her huffing dark nose bumped into the red and veiny edge of his knot as it slowly pressed out of his sheath. She fixed her eyes on it and shuddered. Although it was alien, she'd never even imagined anything could be so attractive. Her tongue flickered forwards past the rest of his cock to tease at the top of the taut reddish bulb.

Dee shifted her weight from paw to paw as her hind legs creaked into a fully quadrupedal structure as the foxes lavished their attention upon her hindquarters. They switched positions, the white one pressing in and licking inside of the thickening roll of black fuzzy flesh around her clit. She rocked her hips as he did, feeling lightning blaze through her nerves, her clitoris becoming more and more sensitive, pulsing and writhing, beginning to twitch on its own. Simultaneously, the dusty fox was gently and yet eagerly gnawing at the loose flesh of her now sealed labia. His warm breath puffed against her as he pressed against the plush darkness, drawing it up with his tongue over and over again.

A tightness built up inside of her, making Dee's coppery eyes go unfocused, losing herself in the blank fluffy page of the fox-man's fur as she felt her insides churn. She let the cock slide from her muzzle as her blood boiled, two pressured surges making her clit pulse and jerk. The brown and grey fox divided the two new animal orbs with tender laps as Dee shrieked out with newfound pleasure, her scrotum tightening around her new animal testicles as they began to swell.

The fox-man took a moment to peel Dee's now tent-like shirt and vest off of her, revealing the silky orange fur on her back and the pitch blackness on her chest, quickly subsuming her pink nipples as her breasts were pulled taut against her. She let out an eager growling chirp as the foxes lapped at her crotch, fueling the fire burning inside of her. Every time her heartbeat throbbed, she could feel her clit pulse against the snowy fox's tongue, her tail flicking as pleasure lanced through her nerves. The edges of her furry black sheath tickled as her electrically sensitive nub swelled out longer into a throbbing carmine tip that peeked out from the edge of her thickening sheath, jerking every time that slick hot tongue rasped across it.

The dusty fox moved his attention up from her taut balls, sniffing up her soft dark fur to just under her waving tail. Dee's ears shot up as she felt his cold nose sniff in at her exposed asshole before his slick warm tongue licked across her taut ring of muscle. The changing human yowled out a high yapping whine, expressing her pleasured surprise in a way that words could never hope to. The fox-man scratched in at the side of her head as her ass was ravished with wet affection.

She'd never imagined that her rump could be so sensitive. Each time the tongue ground against her, her forming cock jerked, leaking out a dribble of pre into the balmy suckling maw of the hungry white fox. With every flick of her increasingly fluffy tail, her ass ground down against the tongue, taut opening becoming prominent and animal. Her eyes watered as the dark fox pressed in, nose huffing under her tail, drinking in her dusky male scent as his tongue slid just inside of her, twisting around as she squeezed instinctively around it. The reek of male fox saturated the air, her forming musk blending with their own as manic desire welled up inside of her.

Dee was almost the same size as the other foxes at this point, the fox-man towering over her as she growled and churred.

"Are you still doing alright?" The humanoid fox leaned down and looked into her unfocused eyes.

Dee blinked as if waking up from a dream, shaking herself before yawning, tongue curling up before licking over her chops while she stared directly at the throbbing maleness between his legs.

"Oh, if you really want to do that, I'd recommend starting with the others. I'm . . . quite a bit bigger than you, and I wouldn't want to hurt . . ." He trailed off as Dee leaned in and sniffed at his glistening shaft. The other foxes yipped out miffed complaints as she turned her rear away from them and instead ground her fluffy dark rump up against the fox-man's crotch. The plush fur of her tail rubbed pasted the pointed tip of his vulpine shaft as she raised her rear and lowered her front legs, looking back with a sultry rumble and a hungry look in her eyes.

"Oh, dear." He tried to push her away halfheartedly, but she just steadfastly refused, grinding her sodden balls back against his knot and letting out a needy grumbling yipe.

"Alright," he sighed. "But let's just make sure we don't go overboard. Just hold on for a moment." The fox man tried to shift his weight, but the new orange and black fox kept pressing against him like an overly amorous throw pillow.

"Fine." The fox shook his head as he grabbed Dee by the scruff of her neck and lifted her into the air. She hung there, front paws limp in front of her, tail wriggling as her half-extended vulpine cock leaked a streak of musky clearness down her plump furry balls. She looked up at him with needy puppy-dog eyes, letting out a vulpine cackle of eagerness.

The anthropomorphic fox took the brief reprieve to roll over onto his back before setting Dee down on his lithe powder-white chest. "There, now isn't this a bit . . . mmmph!" He was interrupted as Dee lunged forwards, lapping against his muzzle, vulpine eagerness evident as she slid her tongue into his mouth and entwined it with his own.

The fox looked to the heavens for guidance, and finding none, he shrugged and leaned into the kiss. Dee's dainty paws danced on his chest as they lapped into each other's maws. Dark whiskers prickled out from her muzzle as they explored each other's animal mouths with ringing sloppy laps.

The other foxes quickly recovered from the slight of being ignored, following suit as the dusty fox pounced on the white one, their excited squealing ringing through the woods suddenly cut off as they kissed while grinding their throbbing members together.

Dee yapped at the fox-man, pulling back and grinding her taut, fuzzy balls against his member, feeling his knot pulse under her. She churred, imagining the warm heft of the bulb inside of her, new vulpine instincts kicked into overdrive by the heady smell of male fox filling her sharpened senses.

"Alright, hold on for a second," the orange fox beseeched as he reached down and grabbed his cock in his fingers, raising the slickened point up so that it prodded Dee in her jostling testes. He reached in under the new fox, running a padded finger up her twitching half-extended cock, gathering up a dollop of her pre and then smearing it against her exposed tailhole, feeling her clench against it as she trilled out a squeaking growl of need.

"You'll want to go slow, since I imagine this is new to you," he panted as he raised up his chiseled tip up to just under her manic tail. "I'm going to leave you in charge so you can stop whenever you wah . . . want . . ." He gritted his teeth as he felt her hind legs brace against him and she shoved herself back. His cock caught for a second against that tight ring of muscle before he slid inside of her in a slick hot rush.

Dee shrieked in pleasure, feeling each inch that the tapered rod of flesh sank inside of her, her ass clenching around it in tight bursts of pressure. She let loose a grumbling yap before pulling forward and sliding back again, muzzle parting in a panting, pleasured grin as she felt him thrust his hips up against her automatically.

"Well, you certainly are . . . eager." The fox-man panted out, one hand spread against the ground beside him, padded fingers grasping furrows through the forest floor as the new black and orange fox rode his vulpine shaft. His other paw crept under her, running through the plush flat darkness of her chest. He teased his claws over her vestigial nipples, pinching and teasing the nubs as he moved down towards her belly.

He paused as she arched her back and lets herself slide back, her ass clenching in a halting wave of contractions before butting against the solid heft of his knot. She let loose a garbled yip, pressing back harder, but barely making any progress as her tight sensitive ass was stretched wide.

The two other foxes joined in the debauchery. The dusty fox laid on his back, the white one snuffling in and lapping at his exposed ass eagerly. Soon, the snowy fox stepped back, licking his chops before lowering his body over his vulpine companion and slowly sinking his cock into that welcoming ring of muscle. They both squirmed, making chaotic vocalizations, tails thrashing as the plush white fox plowed into his mate.

"You really might not want to go for the knot at this point," the fox-man's words were irregularly paced as Dee continued to rock back against his cock with determination. "I mean, you've just changed, and this must all be so new." As he spoke, he wrapped his fingers around the new fox's cock, pinching in at the leaking pointed tip with leathery pads before sliding down to the edge of her sheath.

Dee chirped dismissively, tail writhing each time she pressed herself back, feeling her ass stretch against the top of his knot with a bloom of heat and pleasure each time before she rocked forwards again. The thrill of pleasure shot through her small vulpine form as he started stroking his fingers up and down her shaft. She couldn't help but thrust into his palm, reveling in the sensations of her new maleness as it pulsed out longer: a needy red spike.

"If you must," the fox-man acquiesced. "Just make sure you don't hurt yourself." A whine crept into his voice. He was getting closer, and it was getting harder and harder not to thrust up and spread her wide around his needy knot. He closed his eyes, rolling his head back as he reached in past her sheath and cradled her balls, gently massaging the tight orbs as he felt her sheath began to bulge against his hand. Her knot began to swell, pulsing larger in her dark furry sheath as her shaft bobbed and leaked a thin line of pre down onto the plush white substrate of the fox-man's belly. Her ears perked up as he squeezed her growing knot through the pliant skin of her sheath, making a wave of pleasure surge through her from the tip of her tail to her dark huffing nose.

Dee ground herself back harder, her tight ass stretching wider with every go, her cock grinding against the fox's leathery fingers as she bobbed up. Her mind was completely alight with the dual promises of pleasure from her clenching ass and pulsing cock so much so that she barely heard the wild exhortations of the foxes fucking on the ground next to her, encouraging her to press back just a little further. She didn't even notice the meaty thud and cry of pleasure as the white one sank fully inside of the dusty one's writhing ass.

"You're getting so close," the fox-man panted. "Oh god, I can feel it," his words trailed off in a growl. He grasped tightly around her shaft, letting her thrust as her knot swelled with every exuberant throb of her animal heart.

Dee's motions became halting, she'd slide backwards, wriggling her rump from side to side, letting the hot bulb stretch her wider, sinking just barely inside of her before she bobbed up quickly and slammed down again. Her mind fizzed with pent up need, her eyes unfocused as she rose up and then relaxed her hind legs, letting the fox-man's huge cock slide into her, knot thudding against her ass and then stretching the pliant squeezing ring wider and wider. Her claws scrabbled against his belly, a growl building in her throat as she relaxed and let her weight down, the shaft sinking deeper millimeter by millimeter, the pressure making her eyes water until there was a sudden lurch.

Her tail stood straight out behind her as the knot slammed fully into her ass with a meaty thud. She writhed and clamped down around the overwhelming fullness with a surge of heat and ecstasy. Her cock jerked as the fox's hand tightened around it, her sheath sliding back as her knot popped free, pulsing as the fox's fingers grasped in around it. She could feel his cock bulging inside of her, tugging as her ass ground around it, both pulling and pressing back in a doubly stimulating groove.

He couldn't help but rock up into her. Every time her impossibly tight ass squeezed he saw stars in his vision. His foot-paws scrabbled back against the dirt under him as his balls tightened and his tail stiffened out in a rising cesura of motion. His words devolved into a yipping shriek as he wrapped his fingers around her knot and squeezed, feeling her entire body stiffen around him, driving him over the edge as his cock arced up inside of her and began to splash out gouts of thick vulpine heat into her hungry ass.

Dee's eyes went wide, her anus clamping down in wild arrhythmic pulls before her cock surged and jerked, jettisoning hot strings of male essence that rained down onto the fox's chest and chin. It didn't stop though. As Dee bounced on his shaft locked inside of her, her ass clenched down harder in fitful waves, milking out more volleys of hot seed as her own cock splashed out sloppy dollops of semen, filling the air with the smell of her new male virility.

They carried on with unabated lustful enthusiasm, the other foxes finding their own climaxes dying as they paused to watch the ongoing show. The fox-man continued ramming into her and jerking at her knot as he raised up his other hand, feeling her hot jizz splash onto it as he raised it to her lips. She licked out at his sodden fingers, tasting her own salty musk just as she felt the potent warmth pulsing into her tailhole.

They coaxed each other on, eking out every last mote of pleasure as they rocked together. Their bodies trembled, fur standing on end, tails flapping about as they fucked with intense animal desperation. They growled and shrieked, voicing their pleasure as the sensations of their climaxes washed over them.

After some time, Dee relaxed, sinking onto her haunches, with a sigh, tongue lolling out as she nuzzled against the fox-man's chest.

"Sorry. I got a bit carried away there." He propped himself up unsteadily on an elbow. "Welcome to the forest, by the way."

Dee strained forwards slightly, pulling at his cock still lodged inside of her with an inquisitive yap.

"Oh, usually only a few minutes, as long as you don't wriggle too much," the fox man winced.

The other foxes had already pried themselves apart, and were watching their new brother curiously, occasionally darting in for a quick sniff and a questioning yipe. Then they both darted off into the underbrush.

Dee watched them go before turning to the fox-man almost accusingly.

"Yes, there's that spring not too far away. Might not be a bad idea to visit, considering the mess."

Dee strained against his knot again with a needful curious chuckle.

"Well yes you can follow them, but first we really out to . . . Aarrrrp!" His words rose into a sharp squeak as Dee's paws braced against his chest and she pulled forwards, his knot tugging at her tender flesh before finally sliding out with an undignified smarting pop.

"That was completely unnecessary!" the fox-man huffed, rubbing his crotch with a grimace.

Dee turned to him and yipped before bounding off into the wilderness after the other foxes.

"Wait! What should I do with your equipment and clothes? Do you want me to save them or . . ." He stopped talking as he realized that he was now alone.

Even as he shook his head and began to gather up Dee's things, folding her clothes into a neat stack, a smile crept up the sides of his lips. Despite his companions' irrational exuberance, it was always nice to have more people to share the forest with . . . or foxes anyways.

PRE-RELEASE INTERVIEW

Carol Manhattan [still a feral fox] sits on a coffee table, taking occasional laps of tea from a ceramic mug.

Jim - Jim Finely here with Carol Manhattan, who plays Dee, the anti-establishment explorer in the upcoming story "The Fox Zone."

Carol - It's great to be here, Jim.

Jim - So, Carol, what was stranger for you in this role: being a fox, or chaning into a more masculine role?

Carol - Well, Dan, I've played quite a few roles that involve transformation in both regards, but this was my first time as a fox, and I absolutely loved it.

Jim - And what is it that makes the vulpine form so appealing to you?

Carol - Oh my lord, have you seen this coat? It's just so glossy! And being a guy every once in awhile is refreshing.

(she turns a small circle on her table)

I just wish we were shooting this near Halloween so I could save on a costume.

Jim - (Laughter) When does it wear off, exactly?

Carol - They tell me a few days at most, so I'm going to make the most of it.

Jim - As well you should! Now did you get to choose the colors, or was this set up by the director?

Carol - Oh, it just happened this way. According to John, it was pretty much a crapshoot as to what my coat was going to look like.

Jim - Oh, it seems you got quite lucky then!

Carol - I used to play a lot of craps.

Jim - (Laughter) So how did the special effects work? Or is it a trade secret?

Carol - Oh, that was mostly John. He's a real sweetheart.

Jim - John Yi, who plays the fox-man, right?

Carol - That's him.

Jim - Well, how did he make such convincing effects possible.

Carol - Well, according to him it was because he bought a house on an old burial ground of some kind. Woke up the next day with a curse: anyone he sleeps with ends up like this.

Jim - Now that sounds like a curse I can get behind! Though, are you saying that he's stuck that way?

Carol - At the very least, he doesn't seem to ever want to change back. Not that I can blame him.

Jim - (Laughter) Alright, sadly we're running out of time. Is there anything else you'd like to say to the audience?

Carol - Be nice to people, keep exploring, and when the time is right, definitely go for the knot.

Jim - There you have it. And make sure to go out and see "The Fox Zone" on your local internet provider!