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The Pleased Failure of a Fiendish Fox

The professor wrung his clawed hands in glee, ears perking up as he picked up the faintly glowing syringe from the sterile stainless tray next to his anesthetized patient. His bushy orange tail flicked about with anticipation through the slit in the back of his lab coat as he administered the injection into the scruffy looking human's bicep.

"Oh, shoot. Careful man, I've had a night, you know?" The bound man's eyelids flickered, squinting at the bright light of the operating room, his limbs tensing slightly under the leather straps that belted him to the table he was on, his unkempt mop of brown hair rustling with his movement.

"What, but how . . .?" The maniacal fox sputtered, almost dropping the now empty hypodermic.

"Oh you know, a couple blotters, some E, a six pack of . . ." He paused to smack his chapped lips, "Steel Reserve, some twisted little shrooms that tasted like cat hair, a line of coke in the shape of Andy Warhol's face, a couple of expired Valium just to get me down from the shrooms . . ."

"No, I mean how can you possibly be awake? I gave you enough sedative to knock out an elephant!"

"Is that what this is?" The bound man leaned forwards with his chin, scratching at his chest with his raggedy goatee. "'s good shit, man."

The professor's jaw opened, revealing his pointed teeth as his ears folded back in perplexion.

"Hey, small question. Are you some kind of giant fox in a lab coat? Or is this still just the shrooms? . . . I think I was chased here by, like, a typewriter with teeth or some shit."

"No, you fool. It was I who brought you here. You're the perfect test subject, no connections, no purpose in life, no one will miss you . . ." The fox's slitted eyes widened as he began to unfold his diabolical plot.

"Harsh, man . . ."

"Quiet!" Roared the vulpine professor. "You are here to atone for mankind's hubris. I am but a messenger for the mother earth, here to re-usher in an age of equilibrium!" His white lab coat fluttered around him as he gesticulated wildly.

"I dunno. I mean, none of this stuff looks Kosher, or organic, or whatever to me, man. Looks kind of like a meth lab. And you gotta watch that shit, bro. I was dating this guy once who . . ." He tried to shrug as he spoke, not really doing more than straining at the tight leather straps holding him against the table.

"I am not your brother," the somewhat consternated fox spat out. "Not yet at least. But soon we will be kin of a sort, when your body slips the bonds of your bloated humanity and your mind regains its proper animal acuity."

"Whatever, bro. So is this some kind of like foreplay thing? It's cool I mean, it must have taken a lot of time to get this whole set up with the little bubblers you've got going on over there." His grayish burnt out eyes glanced over to the other side of the lab, where interconnected networks of twisted glass tubes of every kind and type sputtered and glurped as odd liquids ran through them. "These guys are like, real leather too." He strained at his straps. "That shit's hard to find. I was dating a girl once who was really into the whole bondage thing, but kind of cheap, so she . . ."

"Do not take me for a mere peddler of tricks, Dan Roberts, who lives in the guard room in the parking lot for the Madrona Hills Retirement Home." The sinister (and ever fluffy) brows of the professor furrowed, golden eyes glinting maliciously. "It has taken decades of research, of miniscule advances via deduction, trial and error, and I've only half succeeded regarding myself. But for you, I will cure your humanity."

"Woah . . ."

"It's starting to get through to you . . . yessss . . ." He rubbed his paws together, watching the skin on the bound man's shoulder tighten as the muscles twitched underneath it.

"That would be, such, a wicked band name. You gotta write this shit down, man. If you need a guitarist, I'm totally in." He bobbed his head to an unheard beat, greasy auburn locks scraping against the table.

"You may joke now, human, but nature will have the last laugh." His thin black lips stretched out into a grinch-like grin as he saw a faint dusting of orange fur began to percolate over the man's shoulder. "How does it feel to have your humanity simply draining away."

" . . . Kinda itchy." Rolling from one side and then the other, the man's head stopped as he suddenly started at his changing shoulder, thin fluff darkening into thick plush fur that began to radiate out over his body.

"Surely you cant just . . ." The mad scientist buried his face against his leathery palm, inhaling deeply. "You can deny it all you want, but that will change nothing! This is your fate, your inextricable destiny. And none of your own insignificant actions will change it."

"Hey, chill, dude." The man's eyes were wide with wonder as he pursed his lips and blew against the forming fur, rustling it and feeling the strange sensation of every follicle flowing like a field of wheat on a windy day. "I haven't seen anything this vivid since the last time I was in Mexico. I swear it feels like I'm growing fur, man."

" . . . You _ are _growing fur."

"Oh." The man blew out again, watching with rapt attention as he shrugged. "Sweet."

"Have you understood a single thing I've been explaining?" The humanoid fox raised his thick brown palms up in exasperation.

"Yeah. Sure." The man leaned forwards, tongue outstretched as he tried futilely to lick his shoulder.

"And you don't care at all?"

"Naw. I'm cool. Oh, man. You've gotta try this shit. It's wild." He giggled, lips curling into a grin as he watched the fur creep down his arm.

"I obviously have. I mean. You . . ." His paws gestured towards his own copper furred body in agitated disbelief. "Bah. It doesn't matter what you feel. Soon all of your jumbled human thoughts will be ill suited for your true vulpine form!" He snorted derisively at the man's evident discomfort, bushy tail swishing about behind him as he watched the changes accelerate.

"Oh, man . . . It's like I've got my whole body caught in, like, a dryer, that's full of cats." Dan wheezed, giggling a bit as orange fur blazed into soft white as it poured over his chest. "This is rad. I'll have to ask someone to put this on my blog."

"Full of cats . . . ?" The doctor held his chin in his hand. "This must be a reaction to the speech center of your brain shutting down, unlearning all of that human rubbish. It's working perfectly."

"Naw. It's like . . . Warm and prickly, man. You know, cats and dryers." The man-turned-experiment ended up panting as the whiteness crawled slowly up his neck, caressing his chin as his tongue began to flatten, lolling out the side of his mouth.

"Well, enjoy it while you can." The crazed inventor muttered. "The changes will sweep you back to nature . . . any second now . . ." He took out a clipboard and desperately started flipping through his notes, wondering what was taking so long. To his great surprise, the grating voice of the incomprehensible human slowly ceased though. Perhaps things really were working exactly as planned.

There were wet lewd sloppy noises as the mans jaws began to press forwards, stretching out bone and muscle alike. His pink tongue slid out along his taut blackening lips, licking up at his changing nose as he groaned. "Ish a lit har to tal li dis." He panted out, tongue getting in the way of his words as his face creaked out to catch up. Orange fur raced over his ears as they pulled up his head, tipped in black twitching points that folded back in strange pleasure.

"Yes, there we go. Nice and quiet, save for the natural sounds of a proper tod." The professor nodded, glint returning to his eyes as he watched his experiment's body began to shrink slightly as he writhed his back against the stainless steel tabletop.

"O meh dish is wahild!" the man's now ostensibly vulpine muzzle split into a grin as he reeled his happy panting tongue back past his lengthening canines. "Ich can, lik, see the way sthuff smells, man." His voice gradually regained clarity as he adapted to the new feelings of his pointy face, whiskers twitching in chill curiosity.

As the man's voice returned, the lab coat clad fox's shoulders slumped as if he'd been punched in the gut. "How are you still able to talk!?"

"I dunno," the changing fox giggled. "Probably the same way that you do."

"But my procedure on myself was a failure. I'm still half vile human being, still cursed to be disconnected from the tender embrace of the earth." He held up a paw, clawed digits balled into a fist as he spoke.

"Hey, don't be too hard on yourself. I'm sure you tried." The man's arms were twitching and tugging under the loosening leather straps, joints popping as his arms pulled into a more feral alignment, slipping out from underneath the leather bands.

"I did everything correctly! Every calibration, every calculation, down to the last possible iota of data." The fox-man leaned over his patient, with an arm pressing down on either side of his now almost fully fox-like head. "I failed myself, but I won't fail the planet. Even if she won't have me, I'll deliver the tainted human race unto her perfect bosom." His face was inches from the man's own, lips peeled back in a mad snarl as he raved about his own ineptitude.

Getting lost in the polysyllabic words, the quickly changing now smaller fox tilted his head to the side, ears folding to this way and that side in perplexion before he leaned up, and licked the professor right on the nose with his wet pink tongue. "You ate tuna for breakfast." He stated in a mix of puzzlement and strangely matter of fact non sequitur, new senses feeding him odd bits of information as his body continued to change.

"Huh?" The professor pulled back after the impromptu kiss, ears folding up as he looked down at his somewhat incomprehensible experiment.

"From a can." Dan nodded, his torso shrinking down, becoming more slim and feral as his hands twitched, fingers splayed one last time as they creaked back, bulging out into pointed animal paws that folded back in the air above him in that particular playful canine way.

"I don't see what that has to do with anything . . ." The lab coat clad inventor muttered, pleased that the new foxes senses were developing, but perplexed that his instincts didn't really seem to be kicking in.

"It just doesn't seem all natural, you know. Shouldn't you be eating granola or . . . mice or something?" The man yawned, exposing his sharp canine teeth as the fur raced down and covered his belly. As he stretched his popping back, he could feel the loose leather brush against sensitive nubs on his stomach as tiny vestigial teats formed under his pillowy white fur.

"Foxes eat fish . . . and it's really expensive to run a lab like this." The fox almost seemed to be pleading, lab coat swishing as he raised his arms in protest.

"Yeah, but from a can?" The changing figure wriggled his hips as the changes swept down, seemingly unperturbed while his spine creaked and cracked, pushing out along the table into a growing furry nub of a tail. "Don't you have to worry about lead and stuff?"

"Mercury," the doctor responded, automatically. "Not that it's any of your business what I eat."

"Sorry, man. I miss Queen too . . . Ohhhh, mmph." He moaned a bit as the plush whiteness crept between his legs. "Oh, god, that's nice." His growing tail wagged about as the prickling sensation crept up his scrotum. The man's cock pulsed, pressed up against his belly as the whiteness seeped up it as well, connecting to his body, loosening into a fuzzy vulpine sheath as the bulbous head of his penis turned a fleshy red and tapered down into a pulsing point that just barely peaked out from the edge of its new warm silken home.

The doctor watched with evident interest as the man's feet pedaled in the air, thighs condensing, skin fluffing up with fur as his feet pushed forwards, toes wriggling into brown padded paws with darkening sharp black crescents for nails. Every sinuous movement was almost hypnotizing as he watched the feral vulpine form writhe, a bead of clear pre welling up from the point of Dan's exposed foxy prick. His dark nose twitched as he drank in the changed man's scent while his tail creaked out to its full fluffy length. He had been dreaming of this day for ages, and he expected to feel pride, even at his somewhat unorthodox results, but instead, something else welled up inside of him, some strange foreign sensation that made his hair all stand on end as he subconsciously licked his tongue over his dark wet nose.

Watching with eager yellow eyes, the doctor focused the somewhat less than normal fox wriggle out from the leather bands on the table, stretching out and cricking his neck while still blabbering on about something inane involving popular music, royalty and "bitchin' mustaches." The professor's expression was mixed, as his experiment was at least partially a success, even if it seemed that the man's mind had remained inextricably tainted by the evils of human culture. There was some feeling blossoming inside of him that must have been satisfaction, or even something along the lines of desire, a sensation that he hadn't felt in quite a long time.

"Hey," the new fox looked up at him with eager golden eyes, tail swishing around behind him against the stainless steel table. The doctor looked back down at him, pulled from his ceaseless inner monologue, only now realizing that he hadn't been listening to his creation's words at all."You wanna fuck?"

The processor staggered back as if he'd been struck. "W-what!?"

"I'm just saying, like nine times out of ten, when someone straps you to a table and isn't wearing any pants, it's gonna lead to something." The comparatively little fox padded over to the edge of the table, seemingly just enjoying frisking his body this way and that. "And don't act like you're not into this, eating tuna just so you can have, like, your own little sexy science dungeon." He craned his head out, butting against the anthropomorphic fox's belly before sniffing in at the exposed red throbbing tip of the doctor's musky vulpine cock, framed on either side by his white cotton lab coat, and yet prominently revealed by his absolute lack of trousers.

"Absolutely preposterous. This is an scientific environment. To think that I would compromise my strict control of variables is . . ." At this point a breathy surprised yip escaped his lips as the once-man licked out with his surprisingly finessed tongue, sliding down the tip of his animal cock to slip teasingly into his sheath. The flickering warm presence made the doctor's ears pull back as he panted. "Outrageous . . ." He finished lamely as the fox continued to slather his cock in affection, coaxing out the shaft of his red marbled member that reeked of vulpine virility.

Dan's new senses were alight with the heat and must of animal masculinity as his keen golden eyes watched the bottom of the professor's sheath swell, a turgid knot of flesh pressing out and expanding at the base, thrumming in time with the doctor's racing heart. "Fuck, man. Is that . . . normal?" The little fox asked, licking his chops as one of his ears flopped back in curiosity, cold snout sniffing the protuberance tentatively.

"Err . . ." the mad scientist cleared his throat. Not knowing exactly how to respond, he instinctively drove ahead with his vast intellect. "Amongst the genus vulpes of the family canidae it is common for the males to uhh . . ." He paused, leaning heavily against the side of the table as the fox below him began to sniff and nibble around his sensitive fleshy bulb. "To have a bulbus glandis in order to ensure successful copulation. It's completely natural, I assure you."

"Cool." The little fox's whiskers twitched. "Looks like something my old girlfriend used to own. Hah, you seem really pent up, dude." He looked up, eyes beaming as he opened his pointy muzzle and engulfed the carmine shaft, sharp white teeth brushing against its sides as he tasted the academic's electric smooth thin crimson skin.

The professor wanted to protest, to deny the obscenity that came forth as the corruption of his life's work. Instead, his muzzle opened and his tongue flopped out as he let out a halting high pitched vulpine moan, feeling the fox suckling on his member, tongue lapping out at his knot in sloppy eager strokes. His voice caught in his throat, unclear whether he was begging for mercy or more as the man-turned-animal relentlessly bobbed his little head up and down, fluffy tail wiggling as his wet nose panted against his captor's crotch, taking in his bestial scent.

The doctor fell forwards, palms landing on either side of his busy companion, padded paws spread white knuckled against the metallic surface that was still warm with the man's residual body heat. The fresh new fox seemed to know his way around this particular operation, and his oral finesse continued to leave the larger fox speechless, orange tail pulling up against his lab coat as his balls tensed and his bared dark skinned animal anus clenched, body going wild as his companion pressed forwards, canine muzzle stretched wide open as he stretched his jaws around the taut throbbing knot of flesh.

It was all the doctor could take, and his fur all stood on end as his stomach twisted and his balls clenched, tail twitching as he reached climax, cock jerking, squeezed against the unflagging fox's ridged muzzle, forcing out musky vulpine spunk into his throat. He felt the little fox pulling back, licking up his seed as it spattered out over his eagerly lapping muzzle. Twitching whiskers and vulpine eagerness coaxed on the scientist's orgasm, as he slowly descended from the realm of animal pleasure, pulling back to see the recently changed fox licking his chops, pink tongue scraping up errant dribbles of seed as he beamed back up at him.

"Bro, just how long has it been since you got laid?" The mischievous fox asked, copper furred tail patting back and forth behind him as he poked his muzzle up against the professor's thick neck ruff.

"I haven't had time to . . . pursue such proclivities." Panting, the professor looked down, hands still spread against the table as the smaller fox nibbled up at his chin, breath still rife with his own hot virility.

"Man, you can't give up sex, after a few weeks it makes you go crazy!" The small fluffy animal let out a huffing chuckle. "Speaking of, I helped you out with your science whatever, yeah?"

"Not that I've had success . . . The formula must need to be dehexalated again . . ." The estranged professor spoke as if waking up from a surreal dream, mind still ringing with the echoes of pleasure.

"Yeah, that stuff." The mischievous animal's four paws padded against the matte reflective surface as his tail curled up around the doctor's chin with a tempting lilt. "So you, like, owe me a favor right?"

"Of course not . . ." The professor considered, member pulsing as it slowly started to recede, covered in cool slick fox spittle. "However, I suppose I could acquiesce to a small request . . . as grounds for post-serum behavioral observation."

"Awesome. I'm like, hard as a rock up here, man. So why don't you just come all the way up. I mean,You're already half way here."

With a puzzled shrug, the deranged vulpine inventor slid himself up onto the operating table on his paws and knees, looking down into the grinning muzzle of the fox that was almost his successful experiment. "Like this?" he queried.

"Yeah, dude." The little fox slid by, rubbing his side against the professor as his fluffy tail batted against his nose, which wrinkled and huffed in his heady pheromone laden scent. "Just like that . . ." He sniffed along the professor's flank, poking his nose under the draped white lab coat, snuffling up his fluffy thigh before his cold wet nose poked against the doctor's exposed animal asshole, making the academic's tail fly up in surprise.

"W-what are you doing." His voice trembled.

"You know . . . Just fox stuff." The kinky now-fox leaned in, sniffing at the base of the anthro fox's tail before opening his glistening jaws wide and licking across the exposed flesh of the taut tail-hole, stretching the skin to the side even as the larger fox's tail tugged, making the orifice quiver, bunched up lab coat framing his surprisingly sensitive ass.

"This, unnngh, is this . . . natural?" The doctor panted out, less of a question, and more just his mind backpedaling as he tried to deal with the wet slick sensation of his vulpine ass being ravished by his new companion. His retreating cock halted, leaking out a thin dribble of pre as the eager animal behind him surged forwards, tongue stretching past his clenching ring of muscle as the fur on his tail all bristled up. His padded toes clenched as the unrelenting dripping pink slip of flesh scraped around inside of him, causing his ears to perk up as he yelped out in ecstatic bliss. He couldn't remember ever feeling so enveloped by sensation, completely relying in instinct as his body simply sought out more and more pleasure. It felt more natural than anything he'd ever done.

The little fox stretched his jaws wide, pumping one last time into that tight wrenching hole with his muscular tongue before pulling back. "Sure. I mean, feels alright, yeah?" He sniffed at the quivering hole, now glistening with his cooling spittle.

"Y-yes . . . Though I don't know if . . ."

"It's not about_knowing_, man." The changed human panted, raising up on his haunches as he rested his paws on either side of the professor's exposed rump. "You just gotta feel it." His half exposed throbbing canine member rubbed up against the fluffy whiteness of the fox-man's inner thighs before smearing a glistening trail of pre over his clenched white testes. He pulled himself forwards, furry belly rubbing against the fox under him as his forepaws scrabbled to grasp in at his hips. "Just go along for the ride, you know?" His voice cut off into a whining growl as his prick inched up, poking at the professor's ass, prodding the tight sensitive glistening flesh.

"I . . . I . . ." The mad scientist was at a loss for words, but for once that hardly bothered him as his voice faded out into his heavy eager panting. His paw-hands spread wide against the table, he looked down, watching at the matte hazy reflection of his coppery colors as he felt the fox mounting him shift forwards, forcing the warm stiff head of his throbbing carmine prick inside of the doctor's straining body, stretching his ass wide as he clamped down around it an arrhythmic fits. It was so much bigger, more solid than the tongue had been, and he threw his head back, black lipped mouth pulled up in a snarl of inextricable pained pleasure.

The little fox's body began rocking, humping against the crazed inventor under him as his cock expanded, pressing out into the tight twisting depths as the once-man nibbled at the thick ruff-like fur on the back of the doctor's neck. The professor was far beyond words as he felt the initial bulge of his lover's knot enter him, quickly swelling larger and larger with a pulsing rhythm, pressing tighter and tighter against something inside of him that made his eyes water as the thrusts soon rocked his body both forwards and backwards, causing his own fully unfurled member to bob about beneath him, leaking out a thin trail of pre in an erratic pattern onto the metal table below him.

Both of their churping animal ululations filled the room as the recent transformee's foxish testes patted against the doctor's own. A virile deep masculine musk hung in the air, hot and acrid as they rocked together on the table, one single mass of animal passion and fluffy exuberance.

The little fox's tail flagged up, batting this way and that, exposing his clenching animal ass as a building primal heat surged out from his groin, rocketing out hot waves of thick gooey fox essence into the professor's wildly contracting ass. The more humanoid fox yipped and yowled as he suddenly came in hot, somewhat more liquid bursts onto the table below him, painting a tangled web of pearlescent fox musk against the stainless steel. The feral fox wildly lapped out at his creator's plush pelt, panting as his body clenched again and again, pulling himself forwards with his paws against the larger animal's hips, jolting forth sticky waves of warmth, one hind paw scrabbling against the back of the professor's furry thigh in impossible scraping need.

They continued to writhe together, surge after pulsing surge of warmth passing between them as they both clenched and panted and rocked against one another. After a tense eternity, the smaller fox pulled back, knot still lodged in his lover as he swung himself off, resting ass to ass, spent fuzzy testes bunched up under the doctor's tail.

"How did you know how to do that?" The doctor panted, looking back over his shoulder as both of their tails brushed together.

"I dunno. Seemed like a good idea." The little fox grinned back at him, wriggling his rump as his tight cock pulsed within those tortured clenching depths.

"Perhaps you've gained some form of instinctual kinestesia . . ."

"And my aunt used to let me watch the Discovery Channel."

The doctor sighed, whining a bit as he tested the connection between them, finding it still held him absolutely fast.

"Hey, what are you doing after this?" The once human panted, happy pink tongue bobbing as he asked.

"What do you mean?" The professor responded. It wasn't really a kind of question he had much experience answering.

"You know, if you don't have anything planned, we could go down to the Bar-muda Triangle. It's probably hopping by now on a Saturday."

"First of all, it's Sunday. Secondly, you are now some twisted abomination of human and animal due to the failure of my own making. No person will tolerate you."

"Are you kidding? Chicks would, like, totally dig foxes. Heck, you might even get some more volunteers for your experiments, man."

"I . . . don't think you understand the caprices of your former race . . ." The doctor stammered.

"And besides, it's trivia night. You'd rock at that shit." He shifted his weight from paw to paw as he spoke, straining their sensitive connection. "Last week someone won an alarm clock that sounds like Godzilla."

"It's not a salient idea to . . ." The professor couldn't help but consider . . . what if his little friend was right?

"Come on. I'll be your wing-man. Fox. Err . . . You know, wing-fox. It'll be rad."

"We would still have to wait before going though . . ." The professor verbally side stepped.

"Why?"

The doctor pulled forwards, straining his ass and the fox's cock to make his point.

"Right, right. I meant to ask you . . . How long does this thing last anyways?" The smaller fox's tail batted about with constrained energy.

"Most research suggests at least ten minutes, but cases of well over an hour have been documented." The professor sighed as the more feral fox wriggled around, seemingly unable to contain his exuberance.

"Well, then stop wriggling man! I'm still hard as a rock, and I want to get there before all the seats next to the bar get taken." The fox spoke, pushing back a little and rubbing his ass against the doctor, helping neither of their situations.

"That is an incredibly bad idea." The doctor lamented his naivety of ever taking this particular human in.

"Naw. It'll be sweet. We just need a cool team name."

"I never said I'm actually going to take you to this bar . . ."

"Bars. It's a triangle." The little fox interjected. "What about the Foxy Boxers?"

"That's idiotic." The doctor rubbed one paw over his muzzle in exasperation.

" . . . Fox It To Me?"

"Sigh . . ."