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Nick stared down at his bare feet and sighed a bit as he tried to ignore the sound of the ticking clock overhead. It seemed as if he had been sitting in this small office for hours and he didn't even have a magazine to read or look at it. The only things he did have to look at were graphic pictures of the human reproductive system. Those weren't entirely interesting at the moment, not when he was nearly a thousand miles from home and had only come here because his wife had slipped him enough cut outs about the place that he'd finally been unable to ignore them any longer. Part of him wanted to storm out of here in embarrassment that his masculinity could be the reason they had had no children, but the other part stayed through the humiliation of being poked, prodded and everything in between.

It was for a good cause. His wife had told him several times that it was for a good cause and he agreed with her. He wanted children, he wanted to be able to have little ones running about and to raise them. That's why he'd spent a good portion of his life savings to come to a small clinic that was nestled just outside of New Orleans near the gulf coast. It had opened up just after Katrina had hit and when prices were at their lowest. Now it had a complex on a huge chunk of land and the reputation for being the best fertility clinic in the country. He had hope for this place, even after their own doctor had been adamant that there was little they could do about the situation.

"Ah sorry to keep you waiting." A young looking doctor stepped in with a slight smile on his plain features. "We were running your tests along with your wife's and wanted to ensure we were getting the correct results."

"Oh, uh, good." Nick straightened up a bit. "Still don't know why she couldn't be in here with me."

"The tests are very different and privacy for certain questions ensures we get the information that we require." The doctor flipped through a chart. "They are personal in nature after all and you've heard some of them."

Nick flushed a bit at that bland comment. He knew they were personal questions. He'd found out just how personal they were first hand as they'd asked him about everything from how often he masturbated to who else he had slept with. He'd never been unfaithful and the implication had been horribly offense to him. He struggled to push away his embarrassment and outrage at the notions that had been hinted at and instead put on a mask of feigned interest. He could at least do that. He could only imagine what Jen was feeling being asked similar questions.

"And did you get the test results back?"

"Yes, we did. I saw in your notes that you saw a doctor in Boston for your problems conceiving, correct?" The young doctor settled down on a rolling stool and continued to go through the chart. "Did they explain why you were having issues?"

"Yes." He sighed a little bit. "They said that I wasn't producing enough to successfully ah..."

"Yes yes, your sperm count is quite low. In normal cases we could do artificial insemination and fertilize your wife's ova, but the count is low enough that I don't believe that is going to be viable in this case. The faculty in Boston should have explained it to you there."

"They did, but they assured me that you've got a facility here that can work wonders when it comes to fertility issues. I looked into it and you. Everyone assured me that this was the place to come if we wanted to have children." Raiden shifted a little bit and tried not to fidget as much as he wanted to under the calm gaze.

"You have to understand, sir, we are running the very latest technology available. We do have an extremely high success rate, but you may wish to look into a sperm donor-" The doctor started on the same line that so many of his kind had in the past.

"NO! I want my child to be mine. Mine and Jen's. Not from someone off the street!" He made a sharp gesture with one hand. "That's not a consideration."

The doctor sighed and shook his head. "Sir, you must realize that the cost is quite high and your insurance will not cover it. Most of what we do is still considered experimental."

"My wife and I understand. We mortgaged the house and were able to ensure we'd pay for what we needed." Nick leveled his eyes to stare at the doctor. "We want this. We want a child of our own. I don't care about the costs and neither does she. You can ask her if you don't believe me."

"We have. I believe you. I wanted to be sure. We are still experimental and try to use our facilities to the best of our ability and ensure that people know the cost involved. We don't want anyone going through these procedures without being entirely dedicated to the cause." The doctor stood up and placed the clip board to one side. "If you'll excuse me, I'll inform my supervisors and we'll get you started right away."

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Nick's head was pounding. It was pounding so hard that he was shocked that he could even think past it. The head ache was as sharp as if someone was driving a spike into his eye and the pain didn't stop there. His entire body hurt and was held in an odd position that left him writhing and twisting about. He tried to put himself in a position that would offer him some sort of comfort, but all he could do was shift his arms forward slightly and his legs down a bit. His skin felt swollen and sensitive as restraints bit along his lower arms and even along his legs. He didn't want to struggle, despite the cramps in his muscles, not when struggling made the leather restraints rub and chafe against him. In the end he dropped his head down and panted shallowly in defeat. What was going on?

He tried to force his thoughts past the pain and fear, and tried to remember what had happened. The doctor had left the office, he remembered that part well. He remembered that he'd been wondering if he should have requested to talk to his wife before being so insistent. He'd dismissed the worry because he assumed that they would bring them back together to explain the procedure, but that's where things went fuzzy. He couldn't remember anything past that point, he couldn't even remember how he'd gotten here or if he'd seen the doctor again.

"What's happening?" He slowly forced the words out as his tongue seemed too long, too broad for him to work properly.

"Ah, awake." A deep voice answered the question and suddenly a hand pressed against his forehead. "Any dizziness? Pain?"

"Hurts.." He grunted out and then yelped as his eye lid was peeled open to stare directly into a beam of bright light that sent the pain skyrocketing.

"That'll pass in just a few moments." The voice rumbled before Nick's other eye was pried open for the light to shine at. "Good pupil response. Now keep those open so you can focus them."

"What's going on?" He spoke and the words sounded fuzzy around the edges, but at least he got them out.

"We've taken the first steps towards ensuring fertility." The hand left his head and Nick let out a soft groan as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

The room was blurred far away, he couldn't quite see what was beyond a few feet in front of him except for vague moving shapes. Up close he could see counters that were made of smoothed mirror metal and white cabinets. He was on his belly and restrained somehow, but he couldn't tell how, he couldn't even really turn his head. Everything felt weighed down from his nose tip all the way down to his toes. With a force of effort he forced his head upwards and the world spun around him. He couldn't see anything better, but at least he was able to feel as if he could move part of his body. Except, the moment he lifted his head he was able to see something jutting right between his eyes.

He felt a cold wash of terror as he looked at what was jutting from the middle of his face. There was a silvery muzzle right where his nose should have been. The fur trailed all the way down before he saw the edge of a black nose crowning the tip. His tongue nervously flicked out to lick over his lips and was horrified to see a dark red appendage flick out to run right over the bridge of his muzzle. MUZZLE! It was wrong, it wasn't supposed to be there. He twisted his head frantically to try and look around him, but could only crane his head so far about before it was stopped. It was enough to see a silver furred body where his own should have been. Where he expected it to be!

"What have you done!?" He cried out and watched as something thick and brushy twisted about behind him in reaction to the muscles along his rump bunching up.

The answer didn't come in words. One of the doctors that had originally examined him when he'd first come in here grabbed the underside of his muzzle and forced it around. The other hand moved and seemed to be tracing a line down his spine. He arched and writhed in reaction. It was so strange to feel his fingers tracing through the fur that had never been there before. He struggled and ignored the twinges of pain as he yanked against the restraints desperately. He wanted free! This wasn't fair! He wanted out of here! NOW! He arched and bucked until the hands on his back shoved him down to be pinned securely against the table again.

"Stop struggling! Sir! You are not harmed!" Another weight shoved against his back as he tried to get himself free. "SEDATE HIM!"

"N-No! Don't sedate me! What's going on!" He yelped the words out and they sounded higher pitched with his fear. He barely was able to see the third person before a pinch hit right against his left hip.

Almost immediately the world dulled around him with a brush of something cool that took the tension and adrenaline from him. No matter how hard he tried to fight to get it back, he felt himself growing distanced from his fear. The sedative didn't knock him out, it only made him feel boneless, weightless, relaxed. His head dropped down a bit until his muzzle touched the table he was laying on. It felt too heavy to actually lift up.

"There, that's better. Now, don't panic. We keep our methods quiet for a reason. They are experimental and we prefer that we don't alert our patients as to why until they have agreed on the payment and the arrangement. Understood?" The doctor moved at the edge of Nick's vision, but it was so hard to try and follow the movement. He felt just drugged enough that even turning his head was too much bother.

"What did you do?" The words were formed slowly, but at least they came out.

"Your sperm count is too low to actually impregnate your wife, however. We do have a method that can make you fertile for a short window of time." The doctor shifted the table and Nick whimpered as he felt it shifting and lowering slightly. "Understand that this is an extreme measure, but we've been able to access some DNA from eastern doctors that allowed us to temporarily allow for a dramatic change. While your sperm count was too low to risk even invitro, it was not low enough to discount having it used in another way. After all, a female only need one fertile ova to ensure impregnation, while sperm need millions in an effort to fertilize one egg."

The doctor continued to make comments, but they were going by so fast that Nick couldn't keep up with them. His eyes weren't even focused on the man talking, but on the mirror that was inlaid against the wall across from the table. He could tilt his head just enough to get a look at what he'd become. The drugs forced him to remain calm, but even with the drugs he felt a lurch of fear. There in the mirror lay a silver furred looking fox, the tapered ears were flicked up, a gathering of long tails rested along the back. The fox was nude, utterly nude so that Nick could see the softer fur that lightened along the belly. All the way up to the breasts that were pressed down against the table where he was strapped into place. Breasts! He... no... She? She was a female!

"I'm a girl?" She worked the words out in a thick voice and tried to shove away the fog of the drugs.

"Basically, yes. The children will be born human, of course. This is only to ensure you conceive and carry to term. Canids are far more easy to assess when it comes to being in estrus and despite the low sperm count, you are quite able to have multiples from the union." The doctor's hand moved to flip the chart over. "Just let things come naturally. Your wife is remarkably well adjusted to the male form and we've explained it all to her in depth."

"Wife? Jen?" Nick stumbled over the words numbly. What did they mean??

"We'll leave to let the drugs wear off and send in Jen once you're ready. Please, just let instinct take over. We've been told it's quite an enjoyable experience." The doctor patted her shoulder gently. "I'm sorry about the restraints, but men never take this change as well and we want to make sure you're getting your monies worth."

Nick could only gape at them, unable to truly formulate any reply that would even come close to sense. She was left in silence, to her own thoughts, and the only kindness the numbing of the sedatitive.

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Nick didn't know when the drug slipped away, but she did know when the burning heat started to flare through her. She knew it because she was barely able to concentrate on anything but the warmth that started between her legs and itched worse than anything she had ever experienced. She had nothing to distract her, no way to move to try and feel what was wrong and every movement of the long six tails only made it worse. Inevitably the fur would brush between her forcibly spread legs and she would whimper out a soft sound. The minutes seemed like hours as she tried to distract herself, she tried to concentrate on her outrage and fear, but none of it seemed to matter. Not when her body felt swollen with need and uncomfortably sensitive with each breath. She regretted ever listening to her wife about this, she regretted ever coming here. She regretted not demanding to know more. She regretted-

"Nick?" The voice was soft and hesitant, deeper then she knew it should be as a door opened behind the vixen.

"M-Jen?" She managed to get the words out, she almost managed to sound normal as she tried to turn her head around. "Jen, untie me! They're insane! They're-"

The word died on Nick's tongue as a sharp scent tickled her nose and she found herself sucking it in. Things low in her body tightened in reaction to the hot sweet scent that rolled over her tongue and made her muffle a low groan. It was unlike anything she had ever smelled in her life and she almost felt her body throb in time with her pounding heart as the sound of movement nearly made her jerk forward. A finger touched the back of her leg and brushed upwards and the single touch seemed to ignite sensations through her that she didn't expect. Her nose twitched faster while she twisted her head around and found herself staring at her wife. H-her wife?

The kitsune that stood behind her was larger, just a bit more muscular then Jen had been and nothing at all like the woman she had married. The fur was smooth and a dark smoky grey that trailed down towards dark black gloves over the hands, one of which rubbed upwards. Jen was entirely nude with his long hair pulled back in a tail at the nape of his neck. His. Nick gaped at the sight of the smooth belly and what was beneath it. A heavy furred sheath rested along the lower belly just above a set of heavy looking orbs. Oh god, they'd changed Jen too. And instead of looking as upset as Nick was, the todd grinned a bit and the fingers moved higher up her thigh.

"They warned me you were a bit upset." Jen's fingers trailed higher and Nick whimpered when they brushed between her legs.

"Oh god.." She panted out and felt a single digit rub where the ache, the need, the itch had been building. She could feel the folds being spread against the tip of the finger with a bit of pressure.

"Shhh, Nick. Shh..." Jen's deeper voice almost purred at her as he stroked in slow smooth massaging movements against her folds. Folds that quivered and sent shots of pleasure through her aroused body. "You'll enjoy it. I can promise you will. I always did."

"Jen..." The words trailed off as the finger pushed forward and brushed against something even more sensitive. The finger against her clit set her off and she cried out a loud moaning noise. "Oh god... you smell good."

"You smell good too, Nick." Jen almost growled the words and the finger slipped away.

Nick tilted her head and watched her wife lick his finger off with long powerful strokes of a red tongue before a shiver ran down his frame. The effect was startling. The tapered tip of a red cock slipped free of his sheath and started to slip higher in the air as the kitsune ran his tongue in another slow pull as if trying to capture each and every bit of wetness. She couldn't help it, the former man started to pant shallowly as the tails along the curve of her ass pulled upwards. They blossomed along the small of her back to present herself before she heard Jen's low growl of approval. Nick couldn't believe she was doing this, she couldn't believe her body was aching for it and almost screaming for the touch to come back.

It's my wife! I-it's not cheating.. She thought, or tried to think, but any attempt at reason was slipping away at the rich hot male scent that scalded her muzzle. She was sucking it in until she squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated on it alone.

She almost missed the movement behind her, but certainly didn't miss the result. A pair of paws moved up along the curve of her sides and the table that she was restrained too groaned slightly as her wife moved above her. The tails brushed against the lower part of her legs while Jen's smooth chest brushed against the curve of her back. The fingers moved and caressed along her sides and smoothed along the upper portion of the chest until Nick moaned out to feel the agile fingers slipping down to find her warm breasts. The fingers kneaded gently and the weight pressed her harder against the table letting her feel every inch of her changed wife. And the weight of the hardening cock that was pushing right against her bare ass cheeks.

"Trust me, love. We'll make a fine baby together." Jen's words were soothing, warm and husky with desire. How could she tell him no? How could she possibly say no to what they both wanted, even if it wasn't in the way that she expected.

"Yes..." She panted out and the hips rolled against her until something slippery and hot dribbled out of the tip.

"I love you, Nick." Jen's voice deepened to a growl as the red girth pulled backwards inch by slow inch. Nick could only feel the hot ache between her legs as she whimpered and tried to push her hips in the air.

The tapered cock tip caught against her enflamed folds and smeared a dribble of precum against them. She bit back a cry as the tip traced up and down the virginal folds until she could feel the dribbles slipping forward along her belly, but she didn't care. She wanted to snarl with frustration as the touches teased and caressed her eager outer lips, but left her achingly empty. Jen's lips kissed against the base of her neck before needle sharp teeth nipped and gripped her scruff firmly. The hold made her cry out and the sound turned into a yelping cry as the todd's hips pushed forward and sent the hot dark shaft into her virginal body. The walls strained open and clamped around it as inch by slow inch of hard cock sent itself into her body.

There was a moment of pressure and pain, but it vanished in the smooth thrust and the sound of Jen's groan of pleasure. Nick's inner walls clenched and squeezed tightly around the girth as the hips suddenly gave a short buck forward and the tapered tip bottomed out deep inside of her. It stroked and caressed along her passage sending shots of pleasure through her, she wanted to push back and grind against him, but the restraints held her still while a hot dribble of precum drooled into her passage. Jen kept ahold of her scruff when he pulled backwards and nearly popped his tip free before the hips drove forward again with a lewd wet noise as the thickest part of the base pushed past her swollen lips and into her fertile body.

It was like nothing she had every experienced in her life. Her eyes squeezed shut and she bit back a whimpering cry of pleasure as she tried to buck backwards. The cock rubbed and pulled against the walls that ached to be caressed. She suckled and milked around him as Jen pulled backwards in a slow stroke that let her feel the thick base pull free with a lewd popping noise and a dribbling of viscous precum trailing through her before the thrust forward rocked her against the restraints. She started to forget her worries and fears, her change and embarrassment. It was washed away in the powerful movements of the male above her and the cock that drove forward and sent a set of plump orbs bumping up against her inner thighs. The hot male scent mingled with her own as Jen tugged at her scruff firmly.

"Oh god, d-don't stop.." She panted out and balled her fingers up into fists as the next thrust rocked her against the table.

Jen let out a growl of assent and his warm paws squeezed and kneaded against her tender breasts. The palms pressed against her nipples as she had so often done to him when their situations were reversed. It was just an added pleasure as the hips drove forward in short hard strokes that buried the shaft so deep inside of her that she felt the tip pushing up against a barrier inside of her. Her contracting walls tried to clutch around him each time he pulled back and felt her tender body emptied of his girth only to feel him driving past the sensitive muscles to force his way inwards. His breath ruffled the fur against the small of her neck as she pushed herself into his paws and let out a throaty whimper of need.

Each thrust started to build up speed until he barely pulled his glistening red spire out an inch before driving in again. The thrusts became harder as the base grew thicker and it was harder and harder to feel him forcing his way into her. Her walls clenched down so he was trying to wedge the thick bulb at the base into her tight passage. The frustration was felt in the way the hips were driving forward and she whined out and tried to push back to help him. Each time the knot pushed up against her outer lips she felt it grinding right against her clit so that she felt a spark of pleasure building and growing in her lower belly. She flattened her ears down and lolled her tongue out as the thrusts hammered against her and she arched her back as much as she could.

With a snarl Jen pushed his hips forward and released her scruff with a rough cry. The thickened base forced her plump folds inwards before they were spread open wider and wider. They formed a lewd O around the base of the shaft before it slipped inwards with a wet popping noise. The feel of it grazing so intimately along her clit pushed the newly made vixen over the edge. Her feverishly hot walls clamped down and locked around the swelling knot as it stretched her wider and wider. She let out a ragged call as the orgasm washed over her and she started to pulse and milk around the cock driven into her fertile form. Jen continued to drive his hips forward in short bucking movements that tugged against the knot making the pleasure hold at it's height.

"NICK!" Jen called out and his body was suddenly shuddering above her. Nick cried out as the knot swelled until she was afraid it was about to tear her apart, but it didn't. It only started to pulse and jerk within her clutching folds.

The tapered tip wedged right up against the spongy opening of her cervix as the first hot rush of semen erupted out of the tip. It splashed inside of her with a force she nearly felt as the warmth spread from the tip and the knot seemed to throb in time with the hot ropes that were flung out of the todd's tip. The vixen whimpered and tucked her head down as her walls suckled and pulled the sperm rich semen deep inside of her estrus driven body. The virile sperm were pulled into her newly created womb and towards the tubes where her ova had been coaxed into being receptive. Her entire body seemed electrified as her eggs were overwhelmed with each hot jet that released millions of the writhing sperm to overcome her fertile state and ensure she would swell.

She didn't think of it, not truly, all she could think of was each throb that rubbed against her g-spot sent another tremor through her. The knot sealed every drop of seed within her as Jen dropped down panting against her back and his head rested against her shoulder. His breath tickled against her ear as Nick tried to draw in a breath, but could barely work her jaw. She finally rested her head against her wife's and let out a soft groan when the kitsune's hips shifted against her own. The slow roll gave a faint tug against the engorged knot before settling down and leaving her rest and regain her breath as best that she could.

"Th-that was worth... the money.." Jen finally panted in her ear and his tongue flicked out to lick the tip. "I hope you aren't angry."

"Shoulda warned me.." Nick opened a dazed eye and saw the slight grin on the todd's face.

"You make a lovely vixen." Her wife teased and nuzzled into her ear lightly. "I.. never knew it was like that. God.. mmph.. stop squeezing so hard or I'm never getting out."

"Yeah.. well.." Nick flushed hotly and felt the warm paws squeeze her breasts. "We want to be umm.. sure that I catch right?"

"Oh I'm gonna be sure. After all we have at least a week to make sure. And then you wont' be all tied up." Jen giggled a bit and gave his hips another roll that made Nick whimper out.

A week? The thought made the heat rush through her and her ears flushed at her own eagerness at the thought. A week of feeling Jen push into her quivering eager body and the knot lock in place inside of her. The protests she had had earlier didn't seem quite so strong with her wife's warm body pressed above her and the knot locked into place within her. And deep inside, one of the ripe eggs was already giving over to the fight at the attack of the billions of seeds that had been forced into her. It was worth every cent...