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Halloween could be one of the sweetest holidays that a person celebrated.

Candy was passed out by the handful in good neighborhoods, people shared in a number of different traditions of scaring each other, and haunted houses, while fictional, provided hours of entertainment for those brave enough to enter.

The flip side to this was the people of the world who simply didn't enjoy the holiday. There was nothing wrong with that, of course, but there would always be people who took out their frustrations on the unfortunate few. Houses would be egged or covered in rolls of toilet paper, candy was stolen from young children by older bullies, and sometimes, people went so far as to smash the very symbol of the season, crushing pumpkins and Jack-O-Lanterns without a single hint of remorse.

If you could get away with it, mischief was half of the fun to be had on Halloween.

"Whaddaya mean, you don't have any candy?" asked a young man, one who was just a little bit too old to be out trick-or-treating, most would assume.

"I'm sorry, boys, but I didn't buy any candy this year. I'm afraid you'll just have to move on to the next house."

A pair of twin brothers were standing on the front porch of an older, saggy looking house, one that had been battered by years of unforgiving weather. Early in their college years, they refused to give up on their timeless tradition of going door to door and asking for candy, but this year, their age was catching up with them, and it was hard to find houses that would allow them to have even a single candy bar.

This house simply didn't have any, and though it might or might not have been the truth, the boys weren't happy about it.

"Oh, sure you don't. C'mon, you've gotta have something to give us!" the second twin jumped in, refusing to move from his spot on the porch until he was given some sort of compensation.

"I wouldn't lie to a pair of precious young men like yourselves," the lady replied, as she began to close her front door just a little bit. She was short and old, her body decrepit with the years of the earth piling up on her frame. Her face was wrinkled, her body looked weak, and it seemed there would be no way for her to defend herself if the boys ended up doing something rather unsavory. "I think it would be best if you went on your way, boys. I'm sorry."

A pair of foxes were looking down at the little old lady, or at least, it appeared that way. Cheap, plastic fox masks were all that the brothers bothered to get for a costume that year; even tails were too much effort for them to put toward an authentic look. That might have contributed to their low candy count, but their behavior wasn't helping matters at all, as the boys were already red in the face, even under the hard fur of their masks.

The door was just about shut when the first brother allowed his frustrations to boil over. He knew that they weren't getting any kind of treat that evening, but judging by the way that the old lady kept her house, she couldn't have cared that much about a mess being made...or so he thought.

SQUELCH! A harsh foot, wrapped in a thick boot, stomped right down into a carved, smiling Jack-O-Lantern and smashed it, smothering the tiny candle within and crushing the face in on itself. Thin, orange fibers squirted out through the remaining holes as the flesh of the pumpkin was squeezed out, and the boot crushed the remaining fibers down into a paste. The second brother grinned under his mask and jumped in, slamming his shoe down into the mess as he stomped the literal life out of the poor decoration, kicking seeds and wet, sticky fibers into the dark air of the evening.

A horrified gasp came from inside of the door as the poor, old lady crept outside and saw what had become of her hard work. One could assume that for a woman of her advanced years, carrying a pumpkin up the stairs would have been a difficult task, much less keeping steady enough hands to carve it with an intricate grin. Her work was all for naught, as it sat on her front porch, smashed into the old, moss-riddled wood.

"Y...you boys...you're terrible!" she shouted at them. They were foolish enough to hang around for her to peek back outside, but they knew outrunning her would be easy, and on a night like Halloween, as long as they didn't see any police officers, escape would be a fairly easy task. They just needed to make haste back to their apartment, and the college campus wasn't too far from where they were. It seemed to be the perfect crime...

Until the helpless, little old lady revealed that she wasn't the only one wearing a mask.

"Let's get outta here!" the first brother yelled, as he nearly slipped and fell in the spilled mess of the pumpkin innards. He managed to keep his footing, but still, before he could fully turn, he saw a bright light coming from inside the doorway, and as his pupils widened in fear, he felt as though he'd been clubbed in the back of the head with a baseball bat. The world around him began to spin as he clutched the sides of his head, and he fell down into the mess of the smashed pumpkin. Before his brother could spin into a panic and run off like a coward, a similar flash of light blinded him, and he fell down atop of his sibling, completely knocked unconscious by an ethereal blast.

"Oh no, my little darlings...you're not going anywhere tonight, I'm afraid...you're going to pay dearly for what you did to my pumpkin..."

**

As children, Tom and Billy Chambers were the kind of children who were victims of the 'candy hangover' year after year, eating themselves nearly sick on chocolate, only to pass out from the sugar crash and wake up the next day feeling awful.

They were susceptible to a different kind of hangover those days, even if neither one of them had any clue what had just happened.

"So...foxes for Halloween...how very unoriginal. I could have come up with a better idea for a costume in my sleep!"

The voice that stung at Billy's ears wasn't one that he recognized. It was female, but it didn't sound anything like the old lady, who was the last person that he heard talking before he blacked out.

"Then again, you certainly aren't the brightest bulb in the box, smashing someone's pumpkin right in front of them, on their property. I've met a lot of stupid kids in my day, but you two take the cake, hands down! And to make it worse, neither one of you is a 'kid' anymore, as far as I'm concerned! You two are way too old to be out taking candy that should be going to children!"

Whoever she was, she was content to berate Billy for as long as his ears would listen, and as he gave his arms a quick shake, he realized that he wouldn't have much of a choice, for a while. Unable to reach up and brush the sleep from his eyes, Billy could only blink rapidly to see that he was bound to a chair, with his own legs tied to the legs of the furniture, and his arms tied behind the back, so that he couldn't possibly reach around to the front. His wrists were bound together, and even if they slipped free, extra ropes kept his elbows closer together, as well; no amount of wiggling was going to free him, and he could barely do that to begin with.

Perhaps more concerning was the loss of his clothing. The mask was gone, as well, as blonde hair, blue eyes, and a somewhat soft complexion were available for the woman to see.

She wasn't any ordinary woman, to be sure. "So...foxes, hm? I suppose you two are fond of such animals?" she asked, making it clear that Billy's sibling was still alive, somewhere. That much was a load off of his bare chest, but it didn't help the fact that he was able to see a woman standing by a table in the poorly lit room, clad in a long, black robe and wearing the typical, pointed hat that a witch was meant to wear. Her skin was pure and smooth, however, with delicate, sensual features, rather than the disgusting, wart-riddled flesh that he'd seen before. She was tall, curved and gorgeous, even if the robe hid most of her body from view, and she wore a grin about her lips that looked so natural, it could have been painted on.

The rather exciting view wasn't quite enough to arouse Billy, who wiggled against his chair, but couldn't properly move. He had a feeling that he could still talk, but he was afraid to make any sort of a reply.

He was wise to stay silent and not incriminate himself further. Nothing he would do or say would sway the witch to go easy on him, and while he didn't know what kind of punishment he was in for, her beauty didn't give him any inkling. He was dumb enough to smash a pumpkin in front of the owner, but smart enough to know that just because a woman looked sensual, it didn't mean that he was tied up for a purely sexual purpose.

"You're in luck, really. They say that on Halloween, people pretend to be what they wish they really could...and I'm the kind of person who can make that wish come true," the witch explained, as she offered a quick wink to the bound, young man. Everything about her seemed to carry a magical property, down to that tiny, flirtatious gesture...and Billy wasn't wrong to assume such.

His face was clear of the mask, which sat on an old, rickety desk on the wall, but it still felt as though the stuffy warmth of the plastic was wrapped around his face. An itch sprung up on his cheeks that he couldn't scratch, and his whole body began to crawl and tingle, as if a family of spiders were just born under his skin.

He trembled in his chair as the witch kept a close eye on him, seemingly unphased by his nervous appearance. She even picked up a small, handheld mirror from her desk and flashed it upon Billy, who gasped as he saw a growth of bright red fur poking out from his cheeks. Typically a clean-shaven young man, Billy could tell just how coarse the growth was by appearance, and it was already popping up all over his body.

"Of course, with such a delicate face, something tells me you aren't quite up to the task of being a fox," she continued taunting Billy, as she moved from her desk to stroke an open, smooth palm across the fluff that built up on his chest. "No...I think you'd be much better suited as a vixen...don't you agree?"

Billy gulped nervously at the implication, and felt a rage building in his throat. " No!" he shouted, but already, his voice was so feminine that he didn't dare to speak. He sounded like a cheerleader at a pep rally, and his cheeks flushed with warmth as his ears wilted to the sound...something that he didn't know they could do.

Then again, his ears weren't always long, sharp and covered in tufts of black fur, and he wasn't always blessed with modest, soft breasts. The mere touch from the witch was all that it took, as Billy turned further and further into an animal, and panic overwhelmed his mind from thinking straight. He could only writhe fearfully against his bondage as long, thick fur of black traveled up from his toes to the soles of his feet, and under that guise, his feet shifted entirely, until his toes were melded closer together. He already knew that they were becoming paws, and there was a sense of hopelessness in that he couldn't do anything to reverse, or even slow the process...one that was changing him in ways he couldn't fully appreciate.

"You didn't sound very sure of yourself. I think you want this," the witch suggested, as her hand, containing all of that terrible magic, brushed over the resting length of his member. Billy winced his eyes tightly shut, unable to handle the sight of his cock suddenly shrinking down and shriveling back into his own body. It was a quick change; painless, but still terrible for the young man, as he felt a small cut forming in between his legs, and instantly, he knew what his fate was to be.

He just didn't have the chance to focus on it, as the witch leaned over his bound body and wrapped her palms around his slowly budding breasts. They were growing larger by the second, little by little, and finally, perked, pink nipples emerged from the cream underbelly that now spread over his body. "It's Billy, right?" the witch asked, as she playfully squeezed each of the breasts in her palms, finding them to be the perfect cup size for a grope. "I don't think that name fits anymore...how about something more womanly? Say...Bianca, perhaps?"

"I...I never said that," Billy replied, unsure how the witch knew his name, but there were bigger concerns for the young man, as his sack shifted up into the pocket between his thighs. The only remnant of the wrinkly flesh was the pouting, tight labia that rested around his newly made sex when it was finally complete. There was even less of a remnant of 'Billy,' as she whimpered against her chair, almost completely transformed into a female fox.

"Well, someone did," replied the witch. "But I like your new name, and your new body much better than the old. A dramatic improvement, if I do say so myself."

The transformation carried on, even as the witch shamelessly groped her palms against the budded chest of the bound vixen. Flesh was still wiggling around at the base of her tailbone, but there was no fur upon it just yet; only the base for a tail existed, and the witch grinned as she reached around and gripped the base of the long, flailing appendage. She gave it a quick tug, and found that it was just long enough to bring the tip between Bianca's thighs, right along the new, thin slit of her freshly made womanhood. "Oh, relax, young lady. You're going to be dealing with much more of this before the night is over, rest assured."

Those words did nothing to soothe Bianca, who shuddered at the virgin touch of her sex. The first such experience for her, her body trembled against the chair, and she panted just a little bit as the wobbling growth flickered back and forth over the spread of her vaginal lips, parting them just a little bit further with each and every touch. The witch was so calculated in her approach that it spoke to her experience: she didn't just shove the length of the tail inside the virgin passage, but instead, used the flesh to excite Bianca, even as fur began to grow in thick, orange-red tufts along the length. A creamy white tip finally covered up the last of the flesh, but by the time such was the case, the first beads of glistening arousal were beginning to appear on Bianca's sex, getting brushed up by the soft tufts of her fur.

"Messy little vixen...look how excited you are! You must be enjoying this more than you're letting on," the witch claimed, as Bianca sat too shy and nervous to allow a gasp past her muzzle. "I don't suppose you'd like to turn back to your old self, would you?"

Bianca nodded rapidly, still looking uneasy in her bondage, and yet, her body was responding just as fully to the attention of the witch.

"Then you'll do exactly what I say, when I say it...and when you finally have your first climax in this new body, you'll return to normal, and I'll let you go free."

For as evil as the witch seemed, Bianca lit up and grinned when she heard the deal. It was almost too good to be true, but she was still having trouble believing that this wasn't some kind of twisted dream, regardless. She'd happily take whatever offer she could get.

"First, for being such a messy little bitch...you'll lick this pretty little tail clean for me."

The order was simple enough, and when Bianca was still a male, she'd often wondered what it would be like to taste a female. He wasn't exactly the smoothest with the ladies, and now, he had his own way to answer the question.

It was a strange texture, feeling that long, soft and fluffy fur against her tongue, but Bianca let out a quiet rumble of delight as her tail was forced into her muzzle. She knew just what kind of act the witch was trying to simulate, but the vixen found her own juices to be rather sweet, with just a tiny bit of tart on the end of the palette. Pleasantly surprised, she willingly took more of her tail into her maw, until the witch was nearly keeping the slack from her, making sure that the poor creature wouldn't choke.

She immediately lost her focus, however, when she felt the enchanted fingers of the witch brushing along her heated snatch and probing a finger into the virgin depths.

"Mrrrnf!" Bianca cried out, tilting her head back and losing her tail in the process, as the witch pressed onward, probing her smooth, delicate fingertip in as far as the first knuckle. "R...rawr?"

It seemed Bianca could no longer make a human noise, and the witch snickered at the confusion of the poor, transformed female as she tried to adjust to the feeling of penetration. It was nearly impossible to describe, and without being able to move at all, Bianca was forced to deal with the full range of sensations as they wracked upon her body. "What's the matter? Not the wonderful experience you thought it would be?" she asked, as Bianca shivered in place, wishing that the ropes around her fur would come undone so she could properly tense up. "Take it from me, my darling...you'll come to love this before too long."

There was no way for the vixen to express just how wonderful she felt in words, but where her voice failed, her body made up for the difference. Her inner walls, despite their inexperience, clenched around the second fingertip as it was inserted, despite a little struggle to get it inside. The witch could feel plentiful lubrication spilling over her fingers, and could see just a slight glisten upon her flesh in the low lights of the dungeon, but it was the tight squeeze that told her how much Bianca was loving the sudden treatment.

It was no surprise, then, that the vixen let out a terrible, long whine as the fingertips were pulled from her cunt.

"That's it... good girl. If you want me to get you off, you're gonna have to beg for it!"

A high-pitched, pathetic whimper that no human could manage slipped from Bianca's muzzle as she looked up at the witch with wide, pathetic orbs that shared a human intelligence, and a vulpine beauty. It was the kind of combination that few could resist, and though the witch was capable, she was having too much fun teasing the poor vixen.

Finger slipped back inside without warning, as a thumb rested upon the proud, erect nub of Bianca's clitoris and rubbed at it faintly with each thrust of the wrist. The witch panted slightly from her efforts as Bianca cried out again, and the scent of a needy, impassioned vixen began to fill the room.

The witch could smell it, and it was the only sign she needed to move on with the next part of her plan.

"All right, my darling little vixen...if you really want to turn back to normal so badly, this is your chance to prove it," the witch explained. A cool, creepy glow of green surrounded her palm, as she pulled it free from the sex of the panting vixen. The glow moved to the intricate system of ropes that kept her bound to the chair, and slowly, they unraveled, like the bandages being pulled from a wound. Every rope fell limp to the floor, giving Bianca a chance to escape, but her overwhelming sense of sexual need was even greater than her desire to escape. "You should be nice and flexible in that new body...so go ahead. Give yourself a better taste."

Bianca couldn't have known just how close the witch brought her to orgasm, but without hesitation, she went to investigate. Her body bent easily at the waist, and she grinned as she slurped the flat of her long, slick tongue over her pouting folds and began drinking up as much as of her own juices as she could reach. The enchanting sensation was greater than any spell the witch could ever cast, and within seconds, Bianca was crying out in delight as she hungrily lapped away at her own flesh, as if a taste of her snatch was the only thing that would keep her alive.

Upon the old, worn wood of the chair, revitalizing juices suddenly gushed, as Bianca's tongue proved skillful enough to bring the freed vixen to her first female orgasm. Squirting, plentiful cum sprayed across her neck and the underside of her muzzle as she continued licking away, not deterred in the least by the spraying fluids, or the fact that the witch watched so intently that there was no way Bianca couldn't feel her eyes roaming over her flesh.

She didn't care in the least. She wanted the witch to see the fruits of her labor coming to life.

"You really are quite the messy creature, Bianca...you're lucky that I don't mind a little mess," the witch said with a quick, playful giggle. "And I don't think your new companion will mind all that much, either."

As was almost always the case, orgasmic bliss was a quick and fleeting high, and in this instance, the witch helped to shatter the moment with her words. The promise of being transformed back was clearly a hoax, and Bianca felt like a fool for ever giving it any kind of a chance. Her disappointment wasn't allowed to last long, however, as her nerves were frayed once again by the prospect of someone else coming into the room.

When the witch stepped aside and opened the only door out of the small, stone room and disappeared for a moment, Bianca knew she'd have only one chance to run, but she was still panting, and still a wet, sticky mess from playing with herself. She was embarrassed and confused by everything that had happened, and in her concern, she waited too long to take the only chance that she had left.

She was just starting to rise up from her chair as the witch returned, and almost immediately, her legs turned to jelly.

Standing taller and thicker than Bianca was a male fox, wearing a pair of sharp, deadly eyes that cut deep into the sensitive, tingling surface of her skin. While Bianca knew her expression was one of aroused concern, this male wore a look more akin to frustration, and even when he gazed upon the sensual female in front of him, he didn't smile; his expression scarcely changed.

"I'll just leave you two alone for a bit," the witch said, as she slipped out of the room and bolted the door shut behind her. "I think you'll be fast friends!"

Bianca could hear the witch cackling with sinister delight as she walked away from the door, and as the male fox stared down at her, her body trembled with a mixture of fear and excitement. He could simply have a pensive expression, or, worryingly, he could be angry at Bianca, though she wouldn't have any idea why he would be. She didn't even have a clue who he was.

There was a natural moment of tension between the two, as they admired each other. Bianca was every bit the vixen that her name would suggest, carrying a sensual, soft beauty about her that any male fox would be happy to call their own, all wrapped up in a mostly human frame. The male fox, on the other hand, was tall, dark, brooding and broad, and without a scrap of clothing on his body, Bianca could see that he was a solid mass, and perhaps a little too well endowed.

It wasn't until their eyes slowly traveled back up each others bodies that the male finally took a step closer, and Bianca, despite her concern, didn't budge.

Even when she felt his paws sliding over her hips and down, to come to rest upon her backside, she didn't move.

When those same paws groped at the tight, round flesh under her fur and held tight against her, she didn't move.

When his neck crooked downward so that his lips could brush across her own, as their muzzles met in a warm, heated exchange, she didn't move.

But when she finally felt the warmth of something pressing against her pubic mound, something that she could only imagine was the growing tip of his member...she finally gave in.

The male fox had a proper sheath in his crotch, and stood taller than Bianca, so much so that as his cock continued to grow through their kiss, the tip ended up poking her right in the navel, rather than lining up with her own sex. She desperately wished that it had, but as her paws came to rest on the large, tight muscles of his arms, she lifted a leg and wrapped her ankle around his thigh, lifting her hips as much as she could to convey her need for the male.

Each of the foxes knew that the witch was manipulating the whole moment. They knew that there was some kind of a spell that made this whole experience happen. They even know that they might never be the same, whoever they used to be.

Judging by the way that Bianca cried out with delight as her back landed on the small work bench, with the male fox leaning over her and gliding the underside of his thick, pulsing shaft against her slowly spreading cunt, neither one of them cared about any of that, anymore.

There was a thick, heavy SLAM that shook all of the small tools and implements on the work bench as Bianca crashed down upon it, and that little bit of pain she felt was simply electrifying as the male fox treated her as a pure object of his desire. She could feel the bulging knot of his manhood beginning to press at her outer lips already, without so much as a single thrust, but she was quick to change that. She arched her back just right to line the male up, and without so much as looking, he slipped the tapered tip of his cock inside of her hungry, waiting folds, taking her virginity and making her cry out in delight with one fell swoop. He was perfect for her, reaching just as deep as her womanhood would allow him to before he ran out of length, and somehow, it felt as though he managed to touch every surface of her inner walls, stroking each pleasurable inch of her body with a mere thrust.

If Bianca could properly speak, she'd happily thank the witch for the mind-blowing pleasure that was building up inside of her already, as the male fox grabbed her by the thighs and pulled her back toward his hips. He was every bit as rough with her as one might expect a wild animal to be, as if he were worried only about his pleasure, and yet, that made Bianca feel even more desirable, as if she was the only one who could bring this out of such an attractive male.

Their bodies met rapidly, without a pace to build. They were hammering into each other from the get go, and Bianca was already panting and excited from her first, self-induced orgasm. A second one was already creeping into life as her body thudded repeatedly against the table, actually getting lifted off of the wooden surface with the deep, forceful pounding of the male atop of her.

He felt so comfortable, so familiar inside of her. It was a wonderful sensation, as if she'd known the male for years without ever having met him. It was the sensation that almost all people sought in a sexual partner, and it made Bianca entirely shameless and unrestricted as her breasts heaved with the force of each thrust, bouncing freely and quivering as Bianca felt another climax ready to release itself.

It did just that, all over her new vulpine mate.

"Nnnngh... rrrr!" she growled lowly, the sound rumbling from her throat as she felt a thick, bulbous wad of flesh, easily the size of a tennis ball, trying to pry into her once virgin passage. She knew it might hurt a bit...and she loved the thought, as she pressed back against the male on each move, trying to bury that knot in, until her ears folded with delight at the squeaky, tight SPOP of the flesh locking itself into place.

As Bianca squirted the last of her wet, sticky ejaculate over the abdomen and crotch of the male, he gave one long, deep and final thrust, pinning Bianca down and forcing her to squeal with delight as a warmth rushed inside of her inner walls. The cum of the male fox spilled within her with a deep, bursting force, and she could feel the streaks of seed spraying against her womb and filling it, even as the male held still. Each and every throb of his length echoed inside of her cunt, and she writhed about on the table as she tried to adjust to the heavenly sensations, to no avail.

She'd never be able to get used to the feeling...but she'd have the entire evening ahead to try.

**

It might have been morning. It might have been two mornings later.

Bianca wasn't sure, and she didn't care.

Hunger, thirst, and even the need for sleep all paled in comparison to the earthly delights she found in her new body, and even when the male fox above her was freed by the deflation of his knot, she'd entice him into another round, every single time.

It was already five such rounds in when the witch finally happened upon her vulpines once again, unlocking the door to see Bianca pinned up to a wall, her leg draped over the shoulder of the male fox. The witch stared with a quick, giddy chuckle as she saw just how tight the backside of the male fox was, thanks to the angle of his thrusts, and she wondered just how much she might enjoy taking him for her own, sometime.

"All right...you two are free to go. Thanks for being such good little foxes for me...it was really great meeting you."

The pair weren't going to stop, as far as they were into the round. Bianca was still bucking her hips back against her new mate as she threw her head back, nearing yet a sixth orgasm that evening, but what she heard next almost killed those sensations.

"And I hope," the witch continued, "That you two have learned your lesson?"

Wait a minute. You two? Bianca wondered, as her distracted train of thought wasn't enough to stop another warm, silky rush of cum from spilling out of her sex and coating the thick, pulsing cock of the male who continued to penetrate her.

"Hm. I'm sure that you have...be good, Tom...and take care of those puppies, Bianca...once you have a few more litters, say...about thirteen? I'll change you two back into your normal selves."

The pair of foxes froze against each other, despite their mingled cum dripping down to the floor of the dungeon and creating a tiny, sticky puddle on the stones. Somewhere in the back of their minds, they'd both suspected it, but never believed that the witch would do such a thing...they never imagined she could be so cruel.

She hadn't followed through on a promise, yet, but Bianca could only pray that she'd be faithful to this one, as she watched her grunting, panting brother pour more and more of his incestuous cum inside of her.