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The new neighbor had finally moved in next door, something that Danny had been waiting for expectantly ever since the moving trucks had shown up and his mother had hinted that the new neighbor might have someone his own age. In his mind, it was easy to imagine that someone to be a girl, his class was mostly boys after all and he was getting frustrated trying to compete with the rest of his classmates for the girls. It had been a flop, when the moving trucks had shown up there had been several hints that perhaps a girl lived there, certainly there had been piles of clothes that looked as if they were made to fit someone that was his age and the designs were all for younger women. By the third day it became apparent that the clothes were just a part of the woman who was moving in, she was a designer by trade, which meant he was out of luck. Well. . . mostly.

Danny was watching the older woman settling herself in, decorating her house for Halloween in a half hearted sort of way to make it set for trick or treaters. She was startlingly beautiful, a creature that was graceful and elegant looking with a body that made him feel a surge of raw desire. She was old enough to be his mother, but his mother sure has hell didn't look like the lovely woman that was puttering through her yard. She had full ripe breasts, larger than any of the girls in his class with a low cut shirt that showed a glimpse of the cleavage that made his heart rush a bit faster. Her raven black hair was pulled back into a bun on the back of her head, exposing the high cheek bones and full dark lips that looked quite kissable. Her body was curved, but not with age or maternal softness, but more like a model.

He had spent the last afternoon peering over at her with interest, lustfully watching every little slip of the hips and bend that showed off the curve of her ass. He had never imagined a woman like this would move in, it made the girls in his class look ridiculously young and hardly appealing at all. She was wearing an outfit that seemed to beg him to watch her, perhaps she was looking for a young man to give her what she wanted. Certainly there were enough stories about older women who seduced boys his age that he felt a little bit of hope about it. It was better than having a family move in with a daughter his age, something that made him lean over the line of the porch and watched the plush swell of her ass swinging back and forth as she buried something in her front yard.

What harm was there in going over there to speak with her? She might need some help and he knew that there were always pornos that started out that way. He didn't mind spending the day working at decorating if it ended in something hot and steamy. His mind flickered to the videos he watched online and he felt a pleasant rush of warmth along his lower belly as he straightened up and backed up towards the house. He'd have to get changed, the beat up band shirt and jeans he was wearing weren't going to impress anyone, he just had to make sure that he was wearing something that would make her glance his way in appreciation for what he offered.

As he went through the front door he noticed his little sister Sylvia was sprawled out with some of her books at the table. She was nose deep in working on whatever problem she had going on there, which made his lips twitch up in a little smile. His sister was always geeking out about one thing or another, which made watching her easy as could be. He had left her half a dozen times in the past and she had never even noticed. She never got into trouble, never caused any grief. She wouldn't notice he was getting ready to go meet the new neighbor and certainly she wasn't going to think twice if he were gone for some time. She'd just ignore it, most likely, which gave him free reign to whatever he wanted.

I bet she's over there just hoping some young man comes and helps her. She's probably a cougar that's always after someone new. He thought and ran up the stairs to his room, his mind filled with a thousand likely outcomes, each of them delightful.

~ ~ * ~ ~

"I'd be happy to help you, miss. I'm not doing anything myself." The young man who had introduced himself as Danny spoke up with an eager little lilt to his voice.

Moira looked at him with a small twinge of interest as he watched her with bright and obviously lustful eyes. He wasn't even trying to hide it from her, which was both flattering and a touch annoying as she shook out the old scare crow she had dug out from one of her boxes. He was the neighbor from next door, a young boy that was likely only seventeen given his long limbs and the way that his hair was cut. He had been watching her from the porch for a while now, she had seen him when she'd first come out of the house and been rather intent on keeping his eyes on her. She was flattered, enjoying playing with making sure he got a few good views, but she hadn't expected him to come over to ask her if she needed any help.

The little town was quaint in its down way, she'd moved when she'd finally realized that she had been in her previous home for a bit too long. Too many people had begun asking questions about the fact that her age was off. She didn't age as quickly as others did and after twenty five years too many people had begun to notice that she still looked like she was in her late thirties instead of in her late fifties. It was the same story everywhere she went, eventually she had to move on and find a new town, new people, but it never made it any easier. She disliked having to restart her life, especially when she hadn't had a chance to find a victim that would allow her to leach off some of their years from them before she had left. The witch had planned on making herself seem even younger before she arrived here, but she hadn't had the time, not when one of her neighbors had begun to asking questions outright. It was a shame, frustrating, but that was how her life had been for decades now. She was starting to simply accept it as the way life was and she made it work.

"Oh? Neighborly of you." She murmured and stood up, dusting her legs off with a few flicks of her fingers. "I could always use a little bit of help, you're from next door?"

Of course he was from next door. She had been living here for the last week and each day she had watched him from a distance. It wasn't often that she saw what she needed nearly from the first day. She couldn't stop herself from grinning like a cat who'd caught a mouse when she considered just how lucky she was that she had managed to come into contact with the boy. Every few decades she had to capture a new sacrifice to keep her youth, normally it was something that she had hunt for, something that took months to find simply because they had to have a certain something about them that would make them work with her magic. They had to be young and they had to be fresh, they had to have a touch of magical talent, all of which the boy showed as he waited expectantly, his eyes so terribly eager to help her with whatever she needed.

"Oh yes, I'm Danny, I thought you might like some little bit of help. Just let me know what you need." He was nearly wriggling like an eager puppy as she spoke, making the witch want to laugh.

"Why don't you go grab those boxes from along the porch, most of them are Halloween decorations. I want to make sure that I'm not missing anything." She answered and gave a little gesture with a hand. "I'm Moira, a pleasure to meet you Danny."

She had spent most of her adult life keeping her youth, carefully choosing her victims so that she never looked older than forty. She had assumed she would spend years finding a family with latent magical talent and someone young enough to drain. She had been shocked to see the aura of magic around the family next door. It was untouched and untapped, there wasn't even a glimmer of control and then the boy had appeared on the front porch. Her laughter had erupted out at the very idea that they were just under her nose and waiting for her. And now here was one that had come over so eagerly into her grasp without a hint of fear or unease that he might be doing something rather foolish. There wasn't even a shield cast over their home, which meant none of their family were trained enough to warn them against the presence of a witch moving in next door to them.

He worked beside her quietly, obviously trying to find an excuse to get near her at all times, but it was amusing to see how he struggled to make sure that he was almost touching her. He was obviously trying to get her attention, but she had her eyes on him for another reason. It had been a long time since her last feeding, and even then she had been forced to make it happen so quickly she hadn't gotten nearly the years she should have gotten from it. This time. . . this time was slightly different. She hadn't so much as sniffed another trained witch around the city, the holiday season would hide exactly what she was doing, and the boy was almost slaveringly eager to impress her. And he would impress her, especially once she had her trophy from him.

"You have such lovely hair." She commented and reached out, stroking some of the long strawberry blonde hairs lightly. "I don't think I've seen such a color on a boy before, you know that."

"Oh. . . well. . . " Danny's cheeks flushed a little bit as she caressed him, which only made her smile a bit further in delight at the way he reacted. There was no doubt that he was going to be something special, something to be slowly savored as she stripped him of his humanity. "Thank you, miss."

Moira only smiled a bit wider and returned to her decorating, her mind already working on the spell that would make Danny hers. Why should she wait? By the time Halloween came, she had every intention of making sure that she had made him her own in every way possible. And she would draw it out to enjoy every last minute. It had been too long since she'd had a proper feast.

~ ~ * ~ ~

The morning of the Fall Festival started like most other mornings for Danny, though he woke up annoyed that his sister was going to drag him down to the big event in town and force him to baby sit her as she went to every booth giggling and shrieking excitedly. It'd be even worse considering her friends were going to be there, which meant he'd be stuck in a pack of girls. He groaned a little and pushed his way out from under the covers, trying to wriggle himself out as he heard Sylvia getting ready downstairs. It was bad enough he had to go to the festival itself, he was always forced to dress up in a costume since it was a theme of the event. That just made it worse for him, but he sighed and tried his best to steel himself as he pushed out of bed and rubbed his face with both hands briskly in an attempt to wake all the way up.

The moment his hands touched his face he realized that something was terribly wrong. The stroke up and down didn't run against smooth skin, but soft feeling fuzz that seemed to cover his cheeks and all the way up to his forehead. Danny blinked a little bit, trying to clear his thoughts from sleep before looking down at his hands and jerked up onto his feet with a yelp of shock. His hands were covered in white looked like fine short hairs all along his fingers and down along the length of his wrists all the way to his elbows. He felt as if he were still dreaming, fast asleep in his bed as he twisted his hands around and saw more of the hairs tracing up the length of his forearm in a uniform march of color that traveled up and out of sight of his clothes.

The boy stumbled to his bathroom, nearly kicking in the door as he saw a glimmer of golden-red colored hair on the bridge of his nose. It hadn't been there when he'd gone to bed the night before, but as he stumbled in front of the mirror what greeted him nearly made him let out a shriek of shock. The fur covered his face. Not thickly, it was just a fine coating of the strawberry blonde fur that ran over his cheeks and forehead, all the way back towards his ears. His entire face was subtly changed as he stared at himself, his lips open and ready to yell for his mother. His nose was more pointed, his lips a little thinner and darker looking, more animalistic than they should have been. His ear tips were pointed and tapered up to either side of his head, coated in the same soft fur as his palms.

He looked distinctly foxish in the mirror as he let out a muffled whimper and reached down to rip off his shirt. His heart was pounding in his ears loudly, nearly deafening him as he ripped off his top and saw that the fur went all the way down along his belly in the same uniform covering that was on his head. The strawberry blonde colored hairs turned to white against his chest and stomach, though, giving him a milky look as he tossed his shirt aside and twisted around in place, his breathing coming in a panicked hitch. He didn't know how it had happened, he hadn't gone to bed this way and he hadn't woken up in the middle of the night with fur when he'd gone to the bathroom. He felt down against the fur, feeling the hairs parting around nails that were blunt and slightly curled like claws. They weren't entirely claws, but they certainly weren't normal looking nails.

"What the hell. . . " He whispered and leaned forward, the panic making his chest feel tight as he realized that his eyes were changed as well.

They were normally a clear blue, but now they were green-gold and the pupils were slitted like a cats. He gave another swallow, jerking his head backwards from the alien looking eyes and opened his mouth to scream for his mother. The call died in his throat as he looked back in the mirror and his stomach did a flip flop. What was she going to do? It wasn't like she could just call the hospital and have him seen. They'd probably just toss him in a white room where people would poke and prod him like he was a curiosity if he were lucky, if he weren't, they might just dissect him. The formless fear grew as he rubbed his fingers against his cheeks and tried to wipe the fur away. It didn't budge, the small hairs tugged against his cheek to make him flinch as it pulled his skin painfully from his attempt to wipe it free.

What am I going to do? Oh god, what am I going to do?! He panted shallowly, his heart hammering in his ears.

"OH MY GOD! MOM!!!!!" Sylvia's squealing voice made him nearly fall over into his shower, Danny jerked around.

"Sylv!" He started and lifted his hands up as his little sister glared at him from under a sweep of a crimson hood and an angry look on her face.

"You were supposed to be the big bad wolf!" She complained, her voice coming out with an angry edge. "Not a fox!"

"What?" Danny said dumbly as his sister stormed into the bathroom and his mother walked into his bedroom, looking frazzled as she was obviously getting ready for work.

"Mom! Danny promised he'd dress up as the wolf, this isn't a wolf." Sylvia looked mortified as Danny felt his heart pounding in his ears. He dimly recalled the fake furry grey ears he'd been given the night before.

"Maybe he just got confused, hon?" Their mother said and glanced at him. "His costume looks very nice, why don't you just say you have a blonde wolf hunting you?"

"But that's not going to work." Sylvia whined and gave him another look. "Who ever heard of Little Red Riding Hood and the big bad fox."

"I. . . Sorry." Danny muttered lamely, not sure what else he could say to his sister as he felt out of sorts. "I forgot."

"God, you never listen to me." His little sister puffed out a breath. "I'm never going to win a prize with you looking like that."

Like I want to look like this! He thought wildly, not sure what he was supposed to say to the girl to make her understand that he had no intention of looking this way.

His mother made a few soothing sounds about the situation, though they were half hearted as she seemed to be ready to leave to go to work. Danny didn't even listen, he stared back in the mirror at the strange fox like features of his face. They weren't extreme, they were quite light looking which only made it more disturbing for him to see as the perked ears to either side of his head were lifted up in a slight tapered appearance that made him uncomfortably aware of the fact that they were actually longer. He rubbed his fingers up against the edge of them lightly, feeling the cartilage there, not prosthetic at all. Some part of him had hoped he'd feel them and they'd pop off, that they'd be something silly his sister had done to him in his sleep, but they were all his.

While Sylvia went away to complain to their mother he stood back up to look in the mirror, leaning forward so that he could look at his slit pupiled eyes again. They were entirely natural looking, little flecks of amber in the green made them stand out in the strawberry blonde fur of his head. It blended perfectly with his hair so he couldn't see where his hair began and the fur ended, causing him to swallow a moment of terror before he moved backwards. He couldn't tell his mother yet, he had no idea what was happening, maybe it would all just go away. Perhaps it was a bad dream. It could be anything, he'd just have to act normally and do his best to ignore the fact that it all felt so terribly real.

It was nearly an hour before he left the house with his sister, both of them heading down the path that would lead towards the fall festival. Moira watched them both, the witch leaned over her work in putting together the kennel in the back yard as she saw the fur starting to blossom on the young man. It had only taken her a few days to start to work the spell on him, and now it was finally taking hold She would be interested to see how he came back from their little trip and how far the changes would have taken him.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Danny normally disliked the Fall Festival, he had since he had finally grown up enough not to enjoy the games that they set up for the younger children. He still came with his little sister, but he normally just trailed behind her and her friends to keep an eye on them while hoping that no one saw him in costume. This time, he had even more reason to dislike the festival as he realized that the changes to his body weren't stopping. Not at all. The fur was still growing and he only noticed because white stockings were starting to form over his hands and wrists, growing thick enough that he was having problems seeing the skin beneath the soft hairs that were growing longer. His nails were growing thicker as well and curling down into blunt claws, which was nothing compared to the faint ache in his face as it became more pointed and featured like a fox.

He wasn't able to keep up with Sylvia, even though his little sister kept chiding him and attempted to get him to catch up with little calls and whistles to urge him on. He just couldn't keep the pace with them and had finally given up by saying he wanted to watch the glass maker that was putting on a demonstration. The demonstration itself wasn't something that he was really all that interested in, but it let him sit down as his feet ached slightly and he tried to get a look at himself. The changes were happening so slowly that he didn't really see them until things had changed to a point that he could really make out what it was that was different.

The coat was growing thicker, especially along his neck and chest where his clothes hid the worst of it. He itched and felt over heated as the cloth trapped the thick plush fur that covered him and kept him overly warm even on the cool day. His teeth were even starting to grow sharper as his canines curled into needle sharp points and made his mouth feel strangely pushed out. The length of his ears had started to move up his head and he kept trying to ignore the feeling of them tickling and wanting to twitch as he kept his eyes fixed on the glass blower for as long as he could. He didn't know why this was happening, and he had no idea how to stop it. He just knew that the hotter he grew, the more he wanted to pant by opening his mouth.

He managed to watch about an hour of the demonstration before he realized that the changes were doing more than just adding to the thickness of his coat. His nose was starting to grow longer, his lips thinning down along the sharp teeth until there was a strawberry-gold muzzle was appearing on the front of his face. He never saw it actually growing, just that at one point it as jutting out a little and in the next it was pushed all the way out. He could feel his teeth were sharper and his tongue was thinner than it had been. No one seemed to find it strange that his costume was changing on its own, even though he was having near panic attacks as his fingers were growing a bit shorter. He looked less like a boy with just a glimmer of fox covering him and more like an actual fox. He was almost certain that his face was changing all over, which only made him want to whimper.

The coat was plush and soft feeling, the sharp strange musky scent of fox filled his nose while he struggled to recover himself. His nose tip darkened as it became a short stubby looking muzzle and whiskers appeared to grow out to either side of his cheeks. He actually watched them, going nearly cross eyed as they grew longer and longer, spreading to either side of his cheeks before he moved his hands up to rub his forming muzzle. His back teeth were growing sharper too, losing the flatness until he was rubbing his tongue against them. He couldn't just dismiss what was happening to him as a some sort of joke, not when he was able to feel each change and some of them even ached. His jaws certainly were throbbing as they bones grew into the new shape.

"Your brother has been adding to his costume!" One of Sylvia's friend's exclaimed while he was doing his best to keep his hands down. The girls all came rushing over from whatever games they had been playing, faces bright and filled with smiles. "Oh my god, look at those ears, they look so soft."

"Shuddup." He growled and glared at them, Danny's body stiffening as all five girls surrounded him. He hated playing babysitter to his sister, but this was truly worse than anything that had happened to him before.

"You are just doing this to make sure I lose the contest." Sylvia said as she faced him, her outfit quite well done with a silk cloak that swept around her ankles. "Where did you get the fact nose?"

"Oh come on, he's cute." One of her friends cooed and actually reached out to rub one of his long tapered ears. "Ohhh it feels so real! Is it real fur?"

"We should go home." He tried to retain his dignity as he spoke, but the words were slurred strangely thanks to his badly shaped muzzle. "You've hit all the games already."

"Oh no, you're not going to make me skip the costume contest!" Sylvia answered and looked stricken. "Please, Danny, I have a chance this year. My costume is the best!"

"You're just little red riding hood." He growled unhappily, jerking away as one of the girls tickled his ear again making him flick it automatically.

"Oh my god, this is great!" Her friend exclaimed excitedly which didn't make him feel any better at all. He just stifled a low little growl a the touch.

He had to admit that his sister did look good in her costume, she had taken the time to really put together an outfit that looked like it would have been perfect at a renfair and not simply at a fall festival. The blouse was perfectly made to fit her, loose with thick sleeves and buttons, but the skirt itself was the real prize. She had spent months working to stitch in the little flowers and forest like scene that looked like it was nothing more than another generic pattern until someone looked up close. The entire story of little red riding hood was told in the small figures hidden through the bushes and flowers. It was designed to be subtle, but he had been hearing about it for months now and just knowing that made Danny grit his teeth slightly. He didn't want to have anything to do with the contest now, he was uncomfortably trapped in a shirt that felt too hot and pants that fit badly. And it was only getting worse.

"I put so much work into this, I don't care if you're not a wolf, but you gotta at least stay for that." Sylvia begged. "We're going to go up in an hour, it's not that long, you know!"

"An hour?" He pulled his ears back, pinning them down while a few of her friends made appreciative noises. "I. . . I guess we can stay that long."

"Thank you!" Sylvia darted in and hugged him tightly around the waist. "I am so gonna win this!"

He wanted to growl, but he stifled it. He was miserable, but he wasn't about to simply let his sister go home when she was begging. Danny was forced to stand up as the girls started to talk about going to the grand stands where the judging would be held and perhaps getting food. He didn't want to eat, his stomach recoiled at the very idea of trying to stomach food, but he followed them along with his ears tipped back against his head and feeling strangely unbalanced on his legs. He was less and less human feeling, the fur as covering every inch of him that he could feel and he was getting over heated to the point that he was uncomfortably aware of the fact that his shirt was ruffling his fur in all the wrong way. He puffed out a breath and tried to keep up, feeling as though his shoes were far too large.

It didn't take them long to find something to eat, that much he was grateful for as they were chatting excitedly and he didn't want to participate. He managed to order food for himself, but stuffing it down his gullet made it awkwardly hard as his teeth were all wrong, but it kept his mouth full. More people were looking at his costume with approval, quite a few of them snagging pictures that only embarrassed him. He couldn't sit down really, not any more, he felt sore along his hips as he tried to balance himself and his sister was excitedly chatting with her friends about their own costumes. Everyone loved the costume contest, but he just hoped he was going to get it over with quick so he could go home. Once he was at home he'd find a way to talk to his mom about what was happening.

It's not like this is just something little. As long as I'm not tossed into a lab somewhere. He thought with a little leap of his stomach, feeling half sick at the very idea. His mother wasn't going to let that happen, but he had no idea what to do. Maybe it's something I ate or drank.

"You're not going to come on with me like that, right?" Sylvia asked while she nibbled on her corn dog, staring at him with large eyes. "I don't think the wolf is supposed to wear a Metallica shirt and jeans."

"I'm not going up naked!" He protested and gave a head shake back and forth.

"Ew, no. No one wants to see you naked." His sister responded and her friends laughed. "But maybe take off your shirt and we can rip your jeans up. Make you look like a werewolf. . . . umm fox. God I hope they don't ding me for that."

"A dog's a dog." He slurred, finding it strange to make words with the half muzzle. "Fine, I guess I can take off my shirt."

He made the excuse with a slight flinch, moving his hands down to his shirt while the girls kept eating. It was a relief to peel the shirt off, at least, he was so over heated that he felt as if he were ready to fall over despite the cold air that should have made him comfortable. He peeled off his shirt and the fur ruffled up with a little puff, it was far thicker than he had thought it was. The thick plush covering was a rich golden-red color right along the line of his back and down his legs while the white was bright and snowy. It covered his chest and belly, not even a hint of his actual skin visible except for his nipples. And there were more than two. He hastily tried to brush his hand over his chest and belly, seeing a row of pink nipples standing out all the way down to either side of his stomach.

The girls didn't seem to notice, but one of them grinned over at him eagerly as she admired the sight of his fur. He smoothed his hand down his back, his fingers shorter than they had been while he used his claws to brush through the worst of the thick plush fur. He gave a rough shake back and forth, fluffing up the fur again before his sister leaned over and gave him a little push to try and get him to stand up. He stumbled a little bit and wanted to growl, but he braced himself. At least if he were able to get through the judging he could go home and figure out what to do next.

"Okay, let's rip his pants up a bit. God, where did you get all this fur?" Sylvia asked with a little surprise in her voice. "I thought you went to just watch the glass blower, why didn't you say you had more makeup?"

"Because it's easier to do myself." Danny answered and then grunted as the girls started to fuss on his pants. "Hey, easy!"

"He'll make a good back drop, I don't think the judges will care he doesn't look that right." One of the girls said as they started to muss up his pants.

"That muzzle is adorable! Look how cute. . . " Sylvia giggled a little bit and rubbed right under his chin. "Your tongue even moves!"

"Stop that." He huffed and she only rubbed a little up towards the ears, sliding upwards towards the base of the ears and began to rub.

The fingers teased him, spreading open and tickling their way all the way all the way towards the sensitive tips so that he squirmed in place. He did his best to shift away, but she kept touching him as if she didn't care about what he felt. She used her fingers to fluff up his fur, rubbing against his chest a little bit as he tried to hide himself as best that he could. He leaned forward so that her fingers weren't going to go roaming over the extra nipples that had grown against his stomach. He didn't even know that was possible, but the way he was changing shouldn't have been possible either. He twitched his ears slightly while he was shifted about and moved for them, his shoes feeling far too loose and he was nearly falling over them.

He stumbled a little bit, having trouble keeping himself balanced on two feet when his legs felt so terribly out of sorts. He was breathing a little bit faster while his sister worked to fringe the line of the pants. He puffed out a little bit and let them do what they needed to do as he looked down at his white furred hands. His fingers looked smaller and shorter than they used to be. He didn't know if it was just the fact they were covered in fur and it looked like they were shorter or if it were something more. It didn't take long to get him ready and he was able to get a glimpse of himself in a window to reveal an animal staring back at him. He was shorter than he had been, more the same size as his sister, looking as if he were a bit more slender as well. The fur made him feel bigger, but he didn't think he really was that big. He kept his ears snapped down tight as he looked away and sighed. It'd all be over soon.

~ ~ * ~ ~

"NEXT UP! LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD AND THE BIG BAD WOLF!" The announcer erupted with the title as Danny did his best to keep himself balanced on two swaying legs.

"That's us! Come on!" Sylvia tugged at his paw hand firmly, making him stumble forward right onto the stage.

Danny felt exposed, his eyes squinting as the bright light shined on him and he was made to step around and move with his sister. The music that played was quite intense and loud, further disorienting himself as he did his best to remember his part. He twisted his lips back so that he was snarling ferociously at the judges and his sister did a playful little scream to get away. He lurched forward, stumbling while he did another little snarl and lifted up his hands to try and look feriocious. He knew that's what his sister was hoping to get, a truly vicious looking villain to go along with her outfit, but it didn't make it any easier for him to try and manage while he was fretting about all the changes to his body. The music was too loud, everything was too strange, he felt like he was struggling along just to give the best sort of performance that he could.

There was a mirror that ran along one side of the stage, meant to give them a good look at what they were doing to make sure they were showing off to the best of their ability. Glancing at himself in the mirror was terrifying, he was left staring back at a creature that looking more than half animal. He could barely see the human that was supposed to be under the fur, where as earlier in the morning it had just been a light covering. He wanted to be sick as he saw himself looking so strange, the slit pupiled eyes staring at him as his sister moved around him with a little twirl. Her outfit was well done, realistic enough that a few people stood up to take interest. Her hair had been done up, she looked wide eyed and innocent as he took on his role as the villain as best that he could. Which wasn't terribly effective with his changed body, but he managed.

He stalked her around the stage, feeling pressure building up right along the line of his back where the pants were too tight. There was a faint twinge of pain that came with trying to move around on his unbalanced legs, but he chased her with an attempt at fierce growls. The audience applauded loudly, obviously enjoying the little show he was giving them while he felt the tightness of his pants right along the curve of his ass. It felt like he was outgrowing them despite the fact that his body was starting to feel smaller than he had been. He was struggling to come to grips with the changes so that he at least looked like he was moving smoothly, but it was still rather stilted. He showed his teeth, curling his lips all the way back as he gave another loud growl!

"Fantastic! Just look at that fur, you can't even see the seams." One of the judges spoke up and stood up from her seat. "That must have taken forever."

"I don't know, he just came up with it." Sylvia answered, her voice a little bit of a hitch as she tried to sound confident. "He was supposed to be a wolf."

"Nothing wrong with shaking up an old story." The judge said with a little smile and moved up onto the stage to take a better look at the costume.

Danny held still while fingers moved to slide against the edge of his cheeks and felt against the thick soft fur. He wanted to jerk back, his ears twitched a bit wider while he puffed out a hot breath and tried to not struggle against the touch. He was barely paying attention to his sister who was glaring at him as if he were upstaging her on purpose. The judge moved all the way around him as if she were looking for holes in the costume, making a few exclamations of delight as she leaned up and looked right up at his muzzle and one of the hands moved up to try and make him open his mouth so she could look in. He didn't fight it, he opened his mouth to show the length of his tongue and the sharp white teeth. His mouth felt like more of a muzzle than anything else at this point.

"Cute, the only point against you is that you're not terribly scary. You're more adorable." The judge let him close his mouth and then frowned a bit. "Here let me help you, your costume should show all parts of the judging."

"I made my skirt myself, all the embroidery was done by hand." Sylvia spoke up hopefully as the judge reached back behind him and towards the band of his pants.

Before he could stop the woman, there was a yank against the base of his pants and they were tugged down a little bit. Danny let out a short yelp of shock while the fingers dipped right down into his pants before pulling upwards to drag something out of his pants. It was an intimate touch that dipped right along the crease of his ass, causing him to scrabble a little bit as a tail was yanked right out from where it had been growing from the small of his back. He flinched and pinned his ears down flat to his head while the thick plush length fell down along the curve of his ass. It bounced right against the back of his knees as there was a rippling of laughter at his expense.

"Oh it was a tail! I thought he just had a bubble butt." A judge barked laughter, the man looking more than amused. "That looks quite a bit better."

"There you go! Alright, let's bring up the next couple!" The judge patted his shoulder lightly before moving away.

He moved to one side while his sister gave him a truly venomous look before she stormed away, making him want to growl at her. He hadn't wanted anything to do with the costume contest and he would have been happy to have stayed at home. He could have run after her, but he stalked away with the indignity of a tail hanging down behind him, swaying back and forth heavily against the length of his legs so that he was uncomfortably aware of the fact that he was finding it harder to balance on his feet. He felt like he was ready to fall over so he started grabbing the wall to keep himself upright, his heat pounding in the back of his throat. He could hear the sound of the crowd roaring their approval of whatever costume had come on behind theirs.

"Oh my, you did find yourself caught in a pile of bad magic." A familiar voice spoke up and made him jump a little bit as Moira stepped out from the crowd, blinking at him. "How did you manage that?"

"Magic?" Danny stammered as his neighbor tilted her head at home. "You know what's happening?"

"Anyone with an ounce of magical talent would know what's happening. What'd you do? Did you make someone angry?" Moira reached up to touch beneath his chin, lightly pulling it down with a light tug. "A good solid spell."

"Oh thank god, you can help me!" He nearly collapsed with relief as he heard her say that, his ears flicking high on his head. "You can change me back."

"Mmm not easily, and not here." Moira released his chin and stepped back, shaking her head. "You're going to have to come with me, it'll take me some work to crack through the spell."

"That's fine!" He agreed recklessly, anything that would get him out of the body he found himself trapped in. "Let me go tell my sister I'm going to leave."

"Of course, go and say goodbye and I'll meet you at the blue lot so I can get you squared away before the end of the day." Moira smiled, a slow devilish smile that curled the line of her lips and sent an unwilling jolt down Danny's back. It was the sort of smile that he couldn't help but react to with a flush of lust.

~ ~ * ~ ~

It didn't take Moira long to get him home, though he had been fretting about the fact that his legs weren't right for driving. She had ended up driving his car back for him, his shoes had fallen off and there were paws revealed beneath them. She had been filled with sweet words and stroked his head lightly, trying to get him to calm down as he had been made to lay on his belly in the back seat thanks to the tail. It was entirely undignified, but he hadn't had a choice and at least when they'd gotten to her house she was able to help him walk to the front door. She got him through the front door and almost immediately moved him into her bedroom. It was a testament to just how worried he was that he didn't think anything about it, not even when he was allowed to lay back on the bed, all he wanted was to have whatever spell was ravaging him to be lifted so he could go back to being halfway normal!

Danny whimpered while he was forced to lay back on the bed, feeling the way that the fingers were slipping against the line of his hip. It was the sort of pose he had always wanted to be in as Moira loomed above him with a smile on her lovely face, teasing him as she worked to unbuckle his pants. He whimpered and tried to speak, but his tongue no longer wanted to make words, his lips weren't thick enough to form the noises he needed to make words come out properly. His breathing came out in a little leap, his eyes squeezed shut before her fingers unzipped his pants and began to peel them off. It wasn't as exciting as it should have been while he was forced to look down at the changed legs. They were starting to look more like a four leggers legs than anything else. He was frightened as she let out a low chuckle and ran her fingers through the thick plush fur of his stomach.

"Oh my, yes you really are coming along, aren't you? Now stop fussing, just feel all that fur, isn't it lovely feeling?" Moira crooned and he whined out a little. "It's been so long since I've had a fur animal I'd forgotten how well this spell works. Your undercoat is even growing in."

She's supposed to help me! He thought wildly and squirmed backwards a few inches, only to feel the fingers rubbing up towards his chest.

His pants were peeled off entirely, stripped away to leave him nude from the waist down in an embarrassing tug. The only real relief was that he was nominally normal beneath the waist and his shaft fell free easily rather than jutting up in the air. He nearly whined with relief even through his horror at seeing how far he had changed. The woman moved her fingers up to slide along the fur on his outer thighs, ruffling through it so that he realized that it was growing thicker and heavier. There was an undercoat that was starting to come in, thick and paler than the outer coat to give him a lighter appearance, and where her fingers touched it was growing in more swiftly, filling out and spreading into a shaggy outer coat that left him choking out a noise.

"You said you'd help." He growled out the words, but they were thickening as his tongue refused to work, it was more a garbled gathering of sounds.

"I did say that, didn't I?" Moira lifted her brow a little bit. "Well I suppose I will help by making sure you aren't stuck in such a clumsy form. Just feel all that potential energy, it's quite wasted on that mundane life you've been living."

"Arrrrroo?" Danny's noise didn't even sound like a word as he arched his back upwards.

His fingers were growing shorter than they had been, more compact, the changes were starting to slide over his body slowly so that he couldn't quite use his thumb the way he was supposed to use it. He tried to move the digit, but it drew down closer to his wrist as the woman actually reached up to curl her fingers against the tip of his cock. The light touch curled over the edges, the thumb rubbed along his underside to shock him into yelping out. He tried to push the hand away, but the movements were strange feeling as forearms started to dramatically change and thin down. It became harder to move the joints the way that he knew they should be moved around. His wrists shifted, popping a little bit as the fingers slid his pants all the way off his body, tugging a little bit so that he writhed backwards.

"It's been so long since I've done this, I'd nearly forgotten how heady it was." She stroked her fingers up right along his inner thighs, spreading the touch outwards with a gentle rub that sent a shudder rushing down his spine. "Now, let's see about making you a little more harmless, hmm? I have never enjoyed an aggressive todd, they can be hard to handle and I intend to make sure that you are properly tended before I harvest."

Harvest what?! He thought wildly and squirmed backwards again, but her hands slid up right against the line of his shaft.

He felt a jolt of shock as her touch lingered there, running lightly against the inner edge and pushing upwards so that his cock began to grow in response to the light caress. His legs were changing and growing smaller, her was growing smaller, she looked larger as she rubbed along his length lightly and let out a throaty laugh. It felt good, humiliatingly so, while her other hand smoothed up against his chest and parted the thick growing fur. It was far heavier than he had thought it was. He couldn't even see his skin beneath the thick covering, he could only really see the thick under coating that she was rubbing through as his cock began to grow warmer beneath his touch. He didn't know why she was doing this to him, he hadn't done anything to her except help her unpack, but she kept caressing him.

It became apparent that she was actually gauging the thickness of his coat as he began to grow a bit smaller, her hands seemed bigger while his legs shifted and his hips popped. The thick length of his tail soon became longer than his entire body as he whined out and shuddered. The warmth was built with pleasure as the fingers worked against him, spreading out and caressing outwards with a warm flex. The pleasure built itself into a sharp sensation that made his hips arch upwards in reaction. It was natural as the woman leaned over him, her touch light and teasing, sliding against the length of his hardening cock tip and squeezing lightly as he felt the edge of warmth starting to grow worse. It wasn't quite painful, but he became more sensitive by the moment until he was twisting his hips back and forth, his cock giving little twitches.

"Beautiful, I don't think I've ever seen such a coat. I had hoped for a simple pale gold, but the red will be divine once it's been made into collar of a jacket. Or perhaps gloves." Moira said thoughtfully and caressed with light finger tips, sliding down along the length of the belly.

_WHAT?!_His mind went wild as fingers closed around his cock tip, distracting him from the horror that she was so casually touching him the way she was. The light touches that spread down along his inner thighs, tickling delicately. The change were rapid fire, spreading up along his legs, starting to destroy any hint of his human body and it was only grow worse.

His cock was shrinking, the touch that stroked against him were teasing and taunting him as the length grew smaller by the moment. Her touch was taunting and light, spreading over the edges while there was a sliding rub right over his glans that spilled precum right down over the tip and rushed down towards fingers were rubbing. The thickness was drawing backwards towards the line of his groin, the tip growing more sensitive while the base began to show thick soft lips forming where there had been none. His stomach was roiling, he felt as if he were about to be sick as his body began to reshape itself and his cock grew smaller, withdrawing to fat spade shaped lips. They puffy mound was unmistakably starting to form the shape of a plush little pussy.

He kicked his hind paws, his toes curling down a little bit while the woman gave a playful ruffle through the chest fur again. Danny looked down, his eyes wild as he watched the line of his shaft change into fat thick lips that were pulling together and growing more sensitive by the moment. The puffy mound of them swallowing all the way back towards the nub that was being changed into a ripe clit. His gender was being ripped away from him, his balls were drawing backwards against his body with a burst of pressure that made his stomach tighten and the pain burst over him. He kicked his legs, his hind legs out wildly while he paddled with his forelegs against nothing. He tried to drag himself away with his paws, but she kept him pinned in place with a throaty purring laugh.

"I think with a little effort and time you'll start to really be promising." Moira stroked down and Danny felt the fingers curling right against the fat cunny lips that nestled between his. . . her legs. The light sent a shudder down her back. "Oh don't look so horrified! It'll be humane, you're going to be quite well treated!"

I don't care! I want to be human! She thought with her ears pinned flat back to her head, miserably feeling the fingers curling firmly against the soft thick lips. The other hand rubbed lightly through the neck fur, stroking their way down towards his shoulder.

"Such a pretty little girl, just wait until you see how pampered you're going to be." Moira laughed, the sound rich and sweet.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Sylvia tossed her cloak right on the bed and fought the urge not to throw herself down next to it in a fit. She had worked so hard on her costume. She had spent days on it getting just right, making sure that everything was just right all the way down to the embroidery to make an effect on the judges. She had even worked some nights to pick out each and every character so that when the judges did see it they would give her the award. She knew that it was a gambol, the outfit hadn't been as dramatic as some, but she had been sure she would be the star of the show compared to her brother. Danny had messed absolutely everything up right from the start. He was supposed to have been a prop for her in some lame wolf outfit, he didn't have to be anything more, but he'd gone all out with his outfit.

The judges had actually pulled her aside at the end of the show to talk to her about where he had gotten the idea and the materials to complete his look. She couldn't even answer that, she had no idea, he hadn't told her about what he was going to do until she'd caught him that morning. It was a waste of time for her to hope she'd get even an honorable mention when they'd been entranced by his fox outfit. It wasn't even a wolf! The idea that they would find something like a fox interesting with Little Red Riding Hood spoke of just how much they had ignored the work on her outfit. And it was made all the worse by the fact that her brother had ditched her even before the judging was over. She had had to collect his award for him, which she'd don her best to smile through.

"It's not fair." She moved towards the dresser where she put the trophy down, resisting the urge to throw it. She wasn't that childish.

She normally got along alright with her brother, he wasn't that bad of a person to deal with, but he frequently like to tease her or try and ditch her when he got bored of watching her. He didn't even have to babysit her anymore, she just needed occasionally watched when their parents were out of town. He'd just decided to do something that was unbearable in making sure that she lost a contest that he knew she was doing her best to win. She had been talking about nothing else for weeks, he had seemed excited for her, but perhaps it was all an act. She knew that he preferred to be better than she was at the best of times, so why not now? There was no doubt that he was going to rub this in for some time to come. She'd just have to grit her teeth and hope she could hold her tongue instead of snapping at him the way he really did deserve.

Sylvia started to get out of her blouse and the rest of her costume when she became aware of the fact that their neighbors large bedroom window was open. She normally wouldn't have thought anything at all about it, except, there was a golden furry body stretched out on a corner of the bed. She stiffened a little bit as she saw the damning twitch of a tail and the furry hands that were moving out of sight. Her brother was in the new neighbors bed, writhing and squirming as the woman loomed right over his lower body and was saying something to him. She felt the heat rushing to her cheeks as she saw her brother squirming and his hips giving a little buck upwards, his mouth piece was moving up and down as if he were saying something to her and she leaned her head downwards out of sight. The heat grew worse and Sylvia grabbed her blinds before snapping them shut before she could see more.

Her brother hadn't left to go home and play one of video games, he hadn't even left because he'd wanted to go hang out with friends, he was doing something so much worse. She knew that the neighbor had been letting him do chores lately and that he'd jumped up at each chance, but she hadn't thought about what that really meant. But there had he had been, obviously doing a lot more than unpacking boxes for her and in costume as well! She felt the heat growing worse as she glared at the trophy. He hadn't even cared about that, he was in his own selfish world, he had probably been sleeping with the older woman for days now. Maybe she liked it so much she had simply bought him a costume so that he'd have a winning chance. He was cheating, it was unbearable, and there was nothing she could do about it.

"It's not fair." She repeated and stormed away from the window, she wasn't going to let this spoil her Halloween, she refused. "Mom and Dad will be back in a few days, I bet they have a lot to say about him sleeping with her."

~ ~ * ~ ~

Danny wasn't sure what Moira was going to do with her, but she didn't trust the woman who came to fetch her for anything good. She was kept in a kennel in the backyard that was dug into the ground so she couldn't even dig at it. She felt miserable as she spent a long afternoon trying to find a way out and unable to even climb the fence as her paws didn't let her have any grip. She had tried to hop it, but that only made her look like someone's little yap dog. She was forced to wait and fluff up her fur to keep herself warm while Moira ran around and did errands. There wasn't even a hint of anyone looking for her and no one came anywhere near the backyard to say anything about the fact a fox was in the kennel. She was stuck until the woman came back in the yard with something that looked as if it had been unpacked from one of her many boxes.

She didn't know what was in the bag that hung from her arm, but she had something in her hand that Danny instantly recognized. A muzzle. She tried to scrabble back as the hand reached over the top of the kennel and caught her by the scruff, hauling her up and over the wire as she kicked her hind legs out wildly. She let out a series of yelps, the short sounds bursting free with a higher pitch than any dog could have used. Moira didn't seem to care about her struggles, instead the hands deftly gripped her as the muzzle slipped up and over her slender nose. It was stiff fabric that forced her lips to shut, she couldn't even part her jaws as the straps were pulled up and over her head firmly. She tried to wriggle free as her large fluffy body was tucked under one arm, the hold pinning her down while she gave a few jerks backwards and muffled a little growl.

"I'm afraid it's been quite some time since I've had a proper fox, but I remember how its done." Moira said with a little twitch of her lips and a hidden laugh. "Oh don't wriggle, do you really think you're going to get free and end up in a better place? The first person to see you would shoot you!"

Danny gave another twist and pulled her ears down firmly while the hold on her side kept her pinned under one arm before taking her back towards the house. It was entirely undignified to be carried about like she was, but she couldn't do anything to protest it. She couldn't even open her muzzle to snarl or bite, instead she was carried to a small bench that was set on the back porch and a leash was easily looped over her neck and head. The leather snugged down tightly so that she couldn't do anything to yank backwards and fight against the line that kept her pinned in place. She tried shaking her head to get some purchase, her paws scrabbled against it, but nothing gave as she leaned backwards and she only started to choke as a result of the tension of the leash around her neck.

Moira didn't seem to care that she was struggling, instead, the woman reached into the bag and brought out several bottles and what looked like brushes that weren't designed for humans. Danny splayed her ears to either side and glanced over towards her house, hoping to see her sister looking back or someone paying attention to what was happening. She had to hope that the sight of a muzzled and tied fox would at least excite some commentary, but no one peered out at it. She was forced to feel hands that slipped up along her back and ruffled her fur up as the woman pet her the wrong way, fluffing up the length of her back and made her neck fur puff up a bit more thickly. She whined and folded her ears back a bit further to her head before letting out a low warning growl.

"First we have to make sure we begin to take care of that lovely coat, I want it to be as full as possible and conditioning it now means the difference between a fur coat that lasts and one that ends up shedding." Moira said matter of factly, picking out a bottle of what looked like oil. "Stop looking so angry, little girl, you have to admit that you weren't doing very much with your life. With your help, I"ll remain young and beautiful, it's a great honor."

That's not an honor! She thought frantically before the oil was poured out onto the woman's palm.

The former boy's nose twitched a little bit, smelling something very sweet on the air as the cupped fingers held oil and moved up to run right down along the line of her back. She gave a startled jump at the feel of the oil rubbing down the length of her spine and slipping down lower. It trickled right through her outer guard hairs and trailed along her shoulders, the sweet scent filled her nose while the woman's hands moved up and began to rub and knead her back. It wasn't painful in the least bit as the fingers worked and circled, digging down with just enough force to push the oil through her coat and grip the soft loose skin beneath. The thickness of the oil was thinned down as it spread over her fur, glossy and running against it while Moira's fingers spread to either side of her chest and probed lightly with the finger tips to make sure the oil was being worked into the under coat. It was invasive in the extreme, forcing her to feel the way the fingers dipped down right along the line of her belly.

The fingers were sliding and digging in a bit more firmly against her chest and stomach, the scent of the oil began to cover up the sharper scent of fox on the air. She was forced to lay down on her side as the oils were worked through her upper coat, making the long hairs look sleek and soft. From what little she was able to see it was glowing in the sunlight as the fingers slid along the lower belly with a squeeze that flexed against the belly. The fingers worked in sensual caresses that were pleasant enough feeling and made her squirm in place. She let out a breathy noise as the fingers worked lower and started to work just against the smaller portion of her soft plush belly. The way the fingers moved they were dancing outwards with a rub that caused her to spread her hind legs open a bit wider in unwilling delight.

"We just have to get your fur ready, such lovely fur requires proper care." Moira murmured softly, moving her hand up to leave furrows through the thick undercoat. "Many people think fur just grows well or badly and that is that, but true aficionados of fur know it takes love and care."

"NNFF!" Danny shook her head raggedly back and forth, her breathing coming out a little faster as the light strokes rubbed along the fur.

The oil should have weighed her fur down and matted it, but it was light enough that as it was worked through the fur dried with a glossy sheen. It was worked all the way down her legs as the fingers spread open and brushed towards the paw. The light rubs kneaded along the pads of her paws, flexing a little bit as the toes were spread open just enough to even get at the hairs between them. The playful little tickles made her flex her toes and spread them open wider as she was treated to the feel of the fingers smoothing down her legs. She couldn't do more than pull and yank at her legs, which weren't nearly strong enough to jostle her way free. She was simply made to tip her ears back against her head and stuffer through the touches, her breathing came a bit faster. The fingers trailed backwards towards the line of her belly again, ruffling it up before there was a burst of warm breath against her wriggling ears.

The hands soon worked deeper than the fur, they began to knead against her skin and rubbed it, pulling lightly and giving little tugs that made her breath catch in her throat as they toyed along the line of her back. She didn't dislike the feel, it felt lovely to have them dancing against her at just the right angle and working against the muscles at times. She splayed her ears down flat to her head and whined out angrily. The sound burst free, the hitch in her throat turned into a little snarl as the fingers worked down towards the swell of her belly and chest. The light tug worked upwards again as the fur was fluffing and growing sleek feeling. The sweet scent was appealing as the touch worked up towards the curve of her heavily furred neck. She tried to lick her lips as the woman let out a soft pleased noise.

"Nicely elastic, but not entirely elastic enough yet, but we're going to work on that." Moira commented and gave another little pull that drew against the line of her back.

The massage seemed to work over the smooth skin, rubbing with just enough force and drawing it outwards with a tug that drew it tighter. It could have been painful, but Moira used her touch deftly and made it enjoyable. She might have even relaxed into it if it hadn't been for the fact the woman was talking about skinning her for her fur! The idea was abhorrent, she didn't even really understand why she had been chosen for this and now she was forced to endure the humiliation of being touched this way. The fingers worked downwards, pulling and testing, drawing outwards while she shuddered and writhed forward a little bit. The leash held her in place as the fingers moved towards the line of her tail, stroking end over end, pulling against her skin as if trying to loosen it before a brush was brought out and worked from the base all the way to the tip with a sweep that shocked her.

The slight tugs and pulls ran against her, not enough to hurt, but they drew through the underfur of her tail and pulled it outwards to soften it, pulling out any dead hairs carefully. The stroke ran along all the way to the tip as she tried to move her tail down. When she jerked it lower there was another sweep, brushing firmly and pulling the fine hairs out with a care that she'd never experienced. When she brushed her own hair it was always a quick rapid set of strokes to make it lie flat and then it was over. This was thorough and careful, tending the brush with a slide that ran through the long hairs all the way to the tip again. The movements slow and timed perfectly, one over another, until she was sure that there was no way there were any stray bits of fur left that could be tugged free. Danny squirmed when the brush moved up along her rump, tenderly stroking with a careful burst of movement that made her tuck her haunches down a bit further, but they were soon pulled right back out.

"Don't fuss, you need to have the oil brushed out so none of it is left behind to matte your fur. You won't enjoy mattes and I don't want to cut them out." The woman warned firmly and the brush began to move up along the length of her body.

The brush had stiff wire bristles that ran along the length of her spine and swept downwards with a powerful tug that made the bristles just barely touch her skin. She nearly squirmed in place as she felt them pulling through the long fur. Her breathing came out a little faster, her heart was pounding in her ears as she was treated to slow languorous touches that caused her to twist in place. She squirmed in place, twisting a little bit and pressing as the brush pushed down a bit harder and she could feel the oil being drawn through her fur. She had assumed it couldn't be brushed out, it was clinging to the long fur after all, but the brush ran outwards with a caress. The free hand moved to run against her chest and she started to flex and curl her fingers right along the thick fur of her chest. The teasing touches worked over the edges and rubbed lightly as she arched a little bit.

She couldn't help herself, it was unlike anything she had ever experienced, it felt so terribly delightful. It was sensual and made her breath a little bit faster, her toes curling down while she was pulled upright with a little bit of a squeeze against her soft smooth stomach. The brush soon pulled up, tugging the fur so that it stood up along her body as the oil was smoothed out and the excess pulled free. Every breath came out a little faster. IT was sensual, strangely enjoyable as her body arched upwards and squirmed into the touches. The fingers ran along her chest, sweeping over the edges with a light run of nails as her fur rapidly became heavier and lighter all at the same time. It made her feel larger as she had the oil all cleaned out, her body nearly glowing with good health. It wasn't the worst fate in the world, but she was certain it wasn't going to be the worst of it. Someone had to be missing her!

~ ~ * ~ ~

"I think you're well behaved enough to be trusted in the house, hmm?" Moira said as Danny was set down on the living room floor.

For three days she had been forcibly kept in the kennel in the back yard and hadn't been given any indication that his sister even missed him. She watched as she left each and every day for school and didn't even look over at her. The former boy had tried yapping and yelping, made a fuss, but Sylvia had only tilted her head a little before hurrying on her way. It was frustrating, even more frustrating was the fact that her days were all the same. She was fed four times a day, a mixture of thick gravy and meat that was actually quite tasty, and every morning and night she was picked up and brushed. She was constantly being fussed over, her coat was always beautifully attended and fluffy, and the few times that she tried to mess up her fur were only treated with exasperation as she was forced to clean up the mess. It never really did any good, her life had become a pattern of being treated like an animal.

She kept her ears back as she moved through the living room miserably, glancing towards the front door. She couldn't hope to get out that way, there was no chance that she could open the door, instead she moved to simply look around, struggling to find a way out of the place. Her ears twitched rapidly, flicking back on her head as she sniffed the air. Her nose was far more keen now, she was entirely distracted by the mixture of scents as Moira went into the kitchen. She could smell the people that used to live here faintly, alnd lots of cleaning supplies, even the scent of boxes. She couldn't even understand half of what her nose told her, but she tried. She moved around the living room, doing a few circuits, growing more uncomfortably aware of the fact she was trapped.

It didn't take her long to become slightly out of breath from her trotting about. She was no longer in the shape she had been as a human, that much she knew intimate well. After the first day she became aware of the fact that she was starting to grow pudgier over night. While she had been quite lean and a bit muscular, she was now covered in a padding of soft fat. It was horrifying to see the fact that she was growing a belly and heavier along her hips and legs. The soft plush fat was growing too, she was rounding out and growing larger, but she didn't think it was even possible for her to gain weight this fast. She felt the added weight every time she walked around and ran out of breath. She could see it when she looked back at herself and realized that her neck was bunching up oddly as her skin was being pulled taut over her growing body.

There had been more comments about just how she would end her life here, that she was going to end up being a fur coat for Moira. She understood only bits and pieces of what was being said, but it was obvious that she was some sort of sacrifice for the witch. She was horrified to realize that it had all been planned from the start, that the witch had been watching her carefully. It had something to do with keeping the woman young, but that was all she really understood about it. She hadn't done anything to deserve this fate, she'd actually helped the witch unpack! She gave herself a shake, feeling the luxurious weight of her fur coat being shaken out around her before she heard sounds coming from the kitchen.

She was sniffing against the edge of the couch before there was popping sound coming from the kitchen, making her ears snap up. Despite herself, she drooled at the scent that suddenly assaulted her from the open door and made her scrabble towards the door. She acted like an animal, nothing more, humiliating her as she jumped towards the open door automatically. She knew the alluring scent of the food being opened up and she found Moira at the counter and emptying something out of a can. She tipped her ears back and she tried to step backwards, moving just a few steps, but she wasn't able to get away, not really. She squirmed a little bit and did her best to clear her nose from the scents that made her drool and she licked her lips rapidly, trying to keep herself from becoming too obvious as the bowl was set down on the floor right in front of her.

"Go on, dig in." Moira gestured at the pile of food that had Danny's attention completely, the movements shifting a little bit so that she could see the thick gravy sliding down over the thick chunks of meat.

The stuff didn't taste that good, it was mostly just a thick meaty taste that was like bland stew, but she craved it. She didn't think about anything except putting it in her muzzle from the moment she was allowed to see the food. She pushed her nose down into the bowl immediately, feeling a faint twinge of shame as she lapped her tongue out and scooped up a large bit of meat and began to snap it up eagerly. It was rich and thick with the gravy, smooth as she swallowed and got a few mouthfuls down her throat as she pushed her nose forward. Moira didn't move away, but remained crouched down close to watch as she gulped down mouthful after mouthful of meat. The gravy was quite thick and heavy, filling her taste buds and weighting her down, but she only craved more as she pushed her tongue out to draw in the next mouthful.

She didn't seem to be able to stop herself once she smelled the stuff, it was addictive enough that she felt herself eating in a more animal like fashion. She was snapping up each mouthful until a hand started to rub up along the side of body. The light stroke swept down, running with a delicate press of her finger tips while Danny was too distracted to do anything about it. She was gulping down the food while barely chewing it, not caring as long as she was filling more inside of her belly so that it began to grow heavier down along her belly. She felt the fingers caressing with a little kneading touch that moved right along the line of her rib cage with a thumb that rubbed up against one of her shoulder blades.

"You're coming along quite well, gaining weight faster than I expected even." Moira commented while Danny worked her tongue and swept it over the edges and pushing up to give a swipe that filled her mouth with the gravy. "You're doing quite well, I had thought you would take weeks to start to get plumper."

The fingers moved and spread a bit wider along her ribcage and Danny tried to stop herself from going after more of the gravy, but she just couldn't stop herself. She wanted more, she needed more, she was gulping it down by mouthfuls faster. Her stomach felt heavier, more weighed down as the fingers moved up to work with a little flex and knead. The woman had given her more food than she could easily eat and no matter how good it tasted she couldn't eat anymore. It didn't help it that the woman was touching her so intimately, making sure that she was aware of the padding of fat that covered the length of her ribs. The gentle touches rocked against her, pushing and squeezing as if trying to work out just how much weight she had gained. Danny was able to pull back, whining out angrily while the woman only dragged her up and right back into the lap. The fingers flexed a little bit and gripped a bit more firmly as one hand reached up to grab the nape of her neck firmly, rolling her over so that her back was pressed against Moira's belly.

"Done already? You still have food left." Moira chided her, sliding her hands right along her chest fur. "Your fur is really growing well, a lovely winter coat, truly beautiful. It's always much more lovely in the winter."

As Moira talked, she dragged the bowl across the floor and picked up what looked like a spoon, except it wasn't shaped exactly right. It was more triangular and it was malleable plastic instead of metal. She pushed her paws out, shoving her hind paws down firmly as she tried to wriggle her way free, but there was nothing she could do to loosen the hold on the restraints on her as her captor filled the spoon with a thick gobbet of meat and gravy both before the other hand deftly lifted up to cup her slender muzzle. Danny tried to snarl, snapping her teeth, but the woman only hooked the finger right into her muzzle and pried the jaws open as the plastic malleable spoon was stuffed into her muzzle. She choked a little bit as it pinned down against her tongue and pushed back towards the back of her throat. She struggled to snap her jaws shut, chewing around the thing uselessly as the meat and gravy were forcibly tipped down her throat and nearly made her choke.

Her struggle became worse, she twisted and writhed back and forth, choking out a noise before her throat worked and gulped down a breath. The taste of it was still delicious, but she was stuffed to the brim and didn't want anymore. She squirmed and shoved backwards and shoved firmly before the gravy was poured down her throat and she swallowed automatically, despite the fact she wanted to choke on the meat. The small chunks and the larger one weren't big enough for her to actually choke on, but she wasn't entirely convinced that it was going to able to swallow it easily. The woman only kept her pinned, the legs sliding up to make sure that she couldn't roll to one side of the other as the spoon was emptied and pulled out of her mouth so she could choke and try to spit out the taste of the stuff. She twisted her head to one side, trying to pull away before the woman scooped up another spoonful of wet food.

She licked her lips and tried to struggle free before the fingers slipped up against the line of her muzzle once more and pried her mouth apart. She tried to pull away to one side as the spoon shoved forward again and pushed itself deep into her muzzle, making her want to choke and gag, but her body naturally fought the urge by swallowing what was offered. She was stuffed already, her stomach rounded out, she didn't want anymore, but Moira wasn't allowing her to refuse. Instead, she was forced to gulp down another mouthful, spitting and sticking her tongue out as the spoon moved back away from her again. She gave a few rough shakes back and forth, gravy spilled down along her chin messily, but the witch didn't stop, making Danny choke down another mouthful of the stuff.

"You need to learn how to stretch your stomach." Moira admonished. "You should be eating quite a bit more than you are at the moment. You'll have to make sure you're putting gin more effort, hmm?"

Danny tried to make a response, but instead of words, she was choking on the next spoonful of food pushed into her muzzle. She pushed her tongue out, trying to use anything she could to battle the press that slid the rich mixture of gravy down her unwilling throat. She didn't want to become fatter, she didn't want to eat the foul mixture, she just wanted to be left alone. Her struggles seemed to mean little to the witch who forcibly held her pinned so that she had to take every bit of gravy down her throat. The taste of it was as delicious as always, but that didn't help her at all, not when she was so stuffed she was ready to throw up. And still the witch continued, giving her no quarter, no peace, apparently all that Moira cared about was turning her into a fat waddling fox.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Halloween night was normally something that Danny looked forward too, even if she didn't trick or treat anymore, but now she was left with a sick feeling in her throat as Halloween evening was now another test while being trapped by her captor. Her day was started by being pulled out of her bed and bathed for the third time in four days, a slow bath where milk was used to help wash out her fur in an attempt to make it softer. After she was washed clean, she was blow dried and led outside to a small grooming stand where she could be primped and pampered. It was always pleasurable being handled, though she hated to admit it, the witch seemed to enjoy the fact that she was growing fatter by the day. She now had a thick heavy neck and her legs were covered in a plush little roll at the shoulders. Even her belly was haning down a bit, making her shaped a bit more like a sausage. It was humiliating in the extreme, but there was no use fighting it.

The grooming table was being used as she had begun a bit better at struggling. It had a little half hoop that pressed right up under her belly so she couldn't lie down and a leash tied off tight on a pole that rose up from the side of the thing. She tried to squirm free a few times, but the witch knew how to bind her so that she had to hold still as the sweet oil was worked into her fur. As much as she hated it, she had to admit that she was starting to see that the effects were growing more and more apparent. Her coat was a rich golden-red color, something that stood out and grew brighter at the tips. The fur beneath was thicker and whiter, making it impossible for her to be anything less than fluffy. Part of her size as because of her plush weight, but most of it was fur that made her look even larger. It was something that Moira was enjoying a great deal as the hands worked the oil into her coat.

"Hey! Ms. Vanyel!" A familiar voice called out and Danny's head jerked up to see Sylvia moving up along the fence.

"Hello there." Moira murmured, lifting her eyes up with a little lift of an eye brow. "You're Danny's sister aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm Sylvia!" Her sister moved to the fence and gave a smile that looked only slightly strained. "I just. . . I haven't introduced myself yet, and lately I've been seeing you with a new pet. Kinda, I dunno, guess interested. I've never seen someone keep a fox before."

Danny tried to twist around, yelping out as loudly as she could in an attempt to get attention drawn to her, but Sylvia only glanced at her with a little rise of the brow. She looked curious, but she didn't seem to recognize that something was wrong with the fox that was on the table. That made it all the more frustrating as Moira made it a point to rub and stroke against the line of the fr. The strokes were probing and deep with a little bit of a squeeze that pushed the oil from the base of the hairs and drew it outwards. The probing touch curled beneath the line of her stomach with a light caress that purposefully pulled back to prove just how little autonomy she had over her own body as the long fingers flexed up along the line of her puffy mound to make her jerk in place. She tried to whine and snap her jaws back at the woman, her entire body shuddering in place.

"A pleasure to meet you." Moira smiled a bit. "This fox isn't really a pet, you know, she's being raised for her fur. Quite lovely isn't it?"

"You're going to kill her?" Sylvia looked a bit shocked, but moved in closer while Danny twisted and writhed in place, digging her paws down against the table. "But she's beautiful."

"That's why, look at her fur." Moira moved to one side, the smile on her face quite devious as the fingers kept massaging her under belly. "Come here, you should really feel it for yourself. She's specially made to have a thick coat, far more than a common fox."

Sylvia gave her a look, and Moira smiled encouragingly for her to step forward, while Danny felt the fingers running a bit higher up. Her sister didn't look as if she recognized anything from her former brother, she was simply smiling with interest as she came in closer. Danny wanted to snarl or bite, it wasn't fair, surely her sister could see the coat was the same color as her costume had been. There had to be questions. Danny hadn't been home in days, nearly a week, that had to be enough to make her suspicious, but her sister didn't look with any recognition at her changed body. Instead, she moved in closer and lifted a hand to brush fingers against the oil coated length of her fur, pressing right against the small of her back and running down towards her tail while she could do nothing to stop it. She let out a little gasp of delight and the fingers curled a bit more firmly into the thick undercoat and ran backwards towards the base of her tail.

"Oh! She's so soft!" Sylvia said in delight and the fingers worked in deeper through the thick soft expanse of the fur. "It's like chinchilla fur, but thicker feeling."

"That's because I take time to work on her coat. Every day I brush it to make sure that it's growing properly." Moira responded and the fingers kneaded a bit more firmly under her belly. "She actually likes being brushed out, I think, certainly she squirms and pushes into the brush."

Sylvia kept stroking her, the light touches spread over her back and sides with a gentle flex that dug the digits right down into the undercoat with a firm squeeze. She couldn't do anything to get away, her breathing caught in her throat a little bit as two sets of hands worked against her. Sylvia's touch was lighter, exploring her with gentle draws downwards that ran through the outer coat and began to knead along the under fur with a delicate touch. She couldn't help but enjoy it, she had become strangely reactive to the touches that her so clean and soft. She squirmed a little bit while she let out a series of little pants and whines as fingers worked down along her inner thighs and slipped a bit higher up and rubbed to either side of the lower belly, nearly brushing against her sleek little sex. Moira was taunting her with that nearly caress against her soft little mound, making her hunch her back a little bit as Sylvia rubbed up against her ruff.

Danny had to twist around to one side, seeing the glimmer of delight in her eyes as she kept rubbing against her fur coat. The oil had long since been worked through her fur, making it softer by the moment as she pulled back a little on the leash that kept her held on the table. Her breathing was whining out before fingers rubbed up against her ears and she tried to flick them back, Sylvia's other hand ran down along her side. The way the fingers probed, she felt as her daughter moved to feel along her ribs, or at least they were trying too. She felt a hot flush come to her ears as she realized that she was too fat for her ribs to be easily found. She tightened her ears down flat to her head, miserable and angry.

"Oh she's really big! Is she supposed to be this fat?" Sylvia commented as she worked against the side of the neck, squeezing a little bit. "I mean, you can't even feel her ribs or spine."

"When they're being ready to be used for their fur yes, the larger she is the more coat she has." Moira's hands moved away from her inner thighs, slipping away delicately. "She's getting quite larger by the moment, there's no denying that she's an eager eater."

"Aww easy girl, I'm not gonna hurt you." Sylvia crooned softly and rubbed around Danny's ears lightly. "Who's a pudgy little vixen?"

The way the words were spoken made her flinch unhappily, whining out as her coat was soon being brushed with firm sweeps that pulled the fur out wider. Sylvia's eyes were fixed on her, an interest in them brightening as Danny shivered when she felt her sister's hands moving down. The fingers ran against her undercarriage, rubbing lightly until the finger tips just along her nipples, finding the pink little nubs with her finger tips before Moira began to brush faster and harder. The sweeps and tugs yanked against the heavy fur, distracting her while she so calmly handled, not giving her any choice in the matter. She felt horrified as she tucked her ears to either side and twisted her head all the way back, hopelessly trying signal her sister, but all she got was a rub down her chest, running against each and every hidden nipple. Her stomach twisting as she realized that if her own sister didn't recognize her, what hope did she have?

"She'll be even more pudgy after tonight." Moira said between brushes. "She's going to be helping me with the trick or treaters."

_What?_Danny twisted her head back, glaring at the woman who gave her absolutely no answer, her ears tipped down to her head. She didn't know what helping meant, but she knew if the witch was involved she wasn't going to enjoy it.

~ ~ * ~ ~

She's a witch. A real life witch, the sort that Grandma used to talk about. Sylvia thought with a little bit of a trembling running down her spine as she watched the woman next door with the fox.

Danny hadn't come back home. At first, she'd been quite happy by having the run of the house by herself, but the fact that her brother hadn't returned to her in days meant that something was wrong. At first, she'd just thought he was busy having an affair with the woman next door and that was gross enough that she hadn't wanted anything to do with it. Now, she had gone over to see the truth. The fox was colored just the way her brother had been, which she had found odd, up until she had gone over to see the fox up close. She hadn't wanted to think anything was wrong or strange, after all, many people had odd pets and a fox wasn't the strange, but the moment she'd gone over she'd seen the reality.

There was intelligence in the eyes, real intelligence, but there was something more as she had rubbed over the perfectly animalistic body. . . She had found one spot that had stood out to her in the middle of all the thick fur. Her brother had had a tattoo done on his hip, her parents didn't know about it, but she had seen it on accident one day when they'd been hanging out in the house. The fur covered it perfectly, it had made it hard to see, almost impossible as she had rubbed her fingers around the animal. Eventually she had managed to brush enough of the thick undercoat aside to see a flash of the pale blue tattoo that her brother had had. Her brother had been changed into his costume. It should have been crazy, but from the moment she had started to suspect Moira had something to do with her brother disappearing she had begun to think about her grandparents.

"She won't bite." Moira said and ruffled up with a stroke along the fox's coat, pulling against the long hairs with firm sweeps. "She really does like the atttention."

Sylvia stared down at her hand as she reached out and brushed along the nape of the neck and saw her brother trying to stare up at her to get her attention. Her grandmother had always talked about witches in their past. Magic wasn't entirely unheard of in the modern world, it was just uncommon, her grandmother had known a witch when she'd been younger after all. The idea that she was staring at one made her feel a rush of fear, but she couldn't just leave her brother here. The woman had talked about having the fox killed for her fur. She was annoyed at her brother, but she wasn't about to let him be killed for being stupid. She tilted her head down and licked her lips a little bit.

"She's so sweet, I can't believe you could take care of her and then. . . " She trailed off with a little hitch in her voice. "I mean, she's beautiful."

"They're made for fur, you know." Moira brushed down again while Danny let out a little bit of a yelp and squirmed in place. "You don't want to get too attached when you know how things are going to end."

"It just seems a shame." Sylvia's mind was working rapidly, trying to figure out what to do to save her brother. "Oh gosh, even her neck is so chubby! Her fur hides all this fat."

Her brother's fur was so terribly soft feeling against her finger tips, the body warm and far chubbier than her brother ever had been. It was delightfully warm feeling as she ran her fingers through the coat in furrows, stroking down towards the haunches. The head tipped backwards, the eyes were flashing wildly as Danny struggled to get free and some small part of her felt a surge of pleasure at seeing him so out of sorts. It served him right to find out that he could get in trouble like this. He was always the sort of golden child that got his way, his parents let him basically run wild, he thought he as invincible. Once she had saved him out of his own stupidity, maybe he'd learn a lesson about staying out of trouble. She couldn't help but feel a bit of amusement at how chubby she had become.

He's lucky that I'm willing to save him, otherwise he might end up as someone's fur coat! She thought with a little surge of vindication. I'm never gonna let him live this down. I just have to call Grandma and see if there's a way for me to bargain with a witch.

~ ~ * ~ ~

The sound of children laughing should have been fun for Halloween night, but Danny didn't really find anything comforting about it while she was forced to remain on a large fluffy pink bed tied up right next to the front door. Beneath her, her legs were carefully wrapped up so that she couldn't stand up, even if she wanted too, something the witch had said was a precaution since she was constantly trying to bite or run, but her legs were cleverly hidden so that she was just resting on the thick pillow. Her ears remained pulled back against her head unhappily as she was nearly resting against the witches legs, a witch who was dressed exactly as what she was. Complete with a tall pointed hat and a long black dress. It was ironic and infuriating while Danny shifted and tried to find a comfortable position.

The front porch was decorated sparingly as the woman leaned back and held the bowl on her lap, arms encircling it so that the woman was showing off the candy mounded in it. The candy was harmless enough, but there was another bowl set on the table next to the dog bed that she was forced to lie in. Moira had been quite happy to explain that the round balls of fat, herbs and grains were for her so that the children could feed her. They weren't healthy, they were meant to make a fox gain weight and she was supposed to eat them every time she was offered a tidbit to eat. If she didn't eat it, she would be force fed once they were in the house. And she had been force fed enough that the thought made her shudder slightly. Every meal now was ended with her being fed more than she thought she could safely handle. Her belly was left stretched and bulging with the aftermath of every meal. She was miserably aware of just how much she had been forced to eat in the past.

It's not like I really get any choice. She thought, dropping her ears back against her head miserably. She enjoys making me eat, I think she gets off on it.

"TRICK OR TREAT!" Three children ran up the front steps, dressed in costumes with glow sticks hanging from their bags.

"Well aren't you spooky looking!" Moira exclaimed and Danny lifted her head, up with a bit of grimace as the kids opened up their bags to get candy tossed in. "Here you go!"

"Thank you." They were grinning hugely as they got their candy, though one looked down at her and she glanced away. "Oh my god, that's not a cat! That's a fox!"

"Yes, she's my familiar." Moira answered with an evil attempt at a cackle that set some of the kids to laughing. "If you want, there are some treats on the table if you'd like to feed her. She loves treats, you know."

Danny gave her a glare, but the youngest child was already going towards the table to pick out one of the balls of fat and herbs. She didn't want to eat the thing, she had watched the witch making them and was quite well aware of the fact that they were just lumps of pure calories that she was expected to gulp down despite the fact she had no interest in doing so. She grimaced a little bit as it was dropped down towards her and she caught the faint scent of beef and chicken stock coming from the thing, making her mouth water despite her best attempts at ignoring the fact that it at least smelled very very promising. The little hand stuffed it down near her muzzle, pushing towards the front of her muzzle before she slipped her tongue out with a swipe that scooped up the small ball.

The mixture of oil and fat nearly melted on her tongue as the kid giggled and rubbed her ears, leaving her to chew the thick ball. She snapped her jaws down a few times, but she didn't really have to as the buttery softness of it melted down the back of her throat and she was able to easily swallowing the mixture. She hated that it tasted so good, the mixture of saltiness with the herbs appealed to her taste buds so that when the next child offered her a treat she gulped it down without thinking about it. She didn't seem to be able to control her own appetites anymore, no matter how hard she tried. The witch gave her a look as the kids left the porch and started running down to the next house, but they were quickly replaced with another group running up with their bags open.

Danny licked her lips, rubbing her tongue up and over her whiskers to get the last of the taste away and her eyes flicked up to see the child grabbing the next ball of fat from the bowl to offer it to her. The things were heavy and she was gulping down to taste with her tongue lapping again as she barely even chewed the thing, her own warm mouth worked to melt it over her tongue. The next child in line gave her another and she took it as well, finding them not so terrible in the least bit. She had assumed it would be a dreadful taste considering what they were made of, but her body readily adapted the change of taste buds and she took two more of the suety balls and gulped them down without problem before she realized one key fact about the treats.

They were small, no larger than a big marble, but they were designed to be filling and the oil was working against her. It made her feel full rapidly, causing the taste of the treats to become less appealing by the moment as she licked up the ball from the outstretched fingers and gulped it down, ignoring the urge to actually be sick. The children were eager to feed her, petting her with sticky hands at times, rubbing her and grinning hugely at they exclaimed over how cute she was or asking what her name was. That was a particular humiliating moment as a little girl stuffed a ball of the fatty concoction right into her maw so that she was choking down the taste of the thing, panting heavily.

"Her name is Dandelion, because she looks like a little Dandelion, doesn't she?" Moira said with a smile, tossing some more treats into a trick or treater's bag. "You give her another one now, she has to have a happy Halloween too."

"Here ya go Dandelion!" The little girl said and grabbed another treat to stuff against her muzzle and Danny made herself lick out, gulping down the thing.

It was melting on her tongue, the fatty after taste filled her taste buds as she made herself swallow it down and felt her stomach tighten in protest. The things were too rich for her to eat many of, but she didn't have a choice as it was just the start of the night and the little beggers rushed to the porch. It didn't take that long before it became apparent that people were talking about the witch and her pet fox. Danny swung both of her ears down tight to her head as they made a beeline right to the bowl so they could drag out treats of their own to give to her. She flicked her eyes towards the witch as she went from being full to uncomfortable and the round ball was stuffed up against her muzzle as the children laughed to themselves, giggling excitedly when she swept her tongue out to scoop up the treat so it would melt on her tongue. She didn't want to have anymore, she was uncomfortably aware of the fact that whatever the mixture was she wasn't supposed to eat more than one or two.

The taste had been quite good at first, but now it was sickening her while she was given the ball tossed into her mouth and she just swallowed it. She stopped trying to chew or even taste the things while Moira laughed a little bit and made jokes about the fact that she was going to end up as round as a ball. She pinned her ears flat to her head, flinching a little bit as a little boy pushed another ball right against her muzzle. There was absolutely no attempt to let her eat it, instead the little toddler smeared the fatty substance all over her muzzle so she pulled away as far as she could go. She nearly choked on the taste, lapping her tongue out and sweeping it up against her muzzle and had to clean it off. It was oily and coating her fur and whiskers, pushing her tongue all the way back towards the corners of her lips. But at least the boy marked a lull in the trick or treaters.

"I think we can do away with these now." Moira said and leaned down to push Danny over on one side.

There wasn't much the former boy could do to stop herself from being rolled over on her side, she was bloated and uncomfortably full as the straps were pulled off smoothly. The tug freed her forelegs first and then her back legs, giving her a chance to sit up when the straps were tossed to one side. She did beave herself up, her rounded belly naturally covered her hind paws as her thick fluffy tail was resting against her haunches. She gave her head a shake back and forth, whining out miserably as sitting up made it harder for her to ignore her swollen belly. She didn't want to think about how many calories she had ingested, or what they would do to increase her size. Every time she grew larger she was getting closer to the point where she would be killed off for her coat. Moira certainly didn't seem to have any problems with that point, in fact, the witch seemed to be looking forward to it.

"Welcome, welcome! HAPPY HALLOWEEN!" Moira stood up to greet the next batch and Danny didn't move from the bed, she just saw the next gathering with her stomach tightening in anticipation of trying to force down more treats.

The children didn't handle her gently, they pulled he rears and crowded above her, all the things that made it worse when they stuffed treats into her mouth. She forced herself to eat them, choking down on the taste until there was nothing else she could experience. Her nose was even filled with their scent, making it impossible for her to get rid of it as she tried to shake her head several times to clear her nose. The hands were always there, and the treat bowl seemed never ending as she scooped up the balls, her tongue swiped between fingers and over palms as they cooed over her. They seemed to enjoy her more than they enjoyed the added addition of candy to their bags. She was hugged and fluffed up, put out of sorts as she grew tired and heavy with the fatty lumps.

She had to force herself to eat more, going far beyond the point where her body screamed that it was too full. She was ready to throw up, but it never seemed to happen, instead, she gulped down the next one and the next, choking them up in mouthfuls until her stomach was drawn tight as a drum. She could barely lift her head when the children came, she just knew more treats were stuffed under her nose and she was forced to lick it up, her jaws moving automatically as she felt like at any moment she was going to drool out the mixture from her parted jaws again. She didn't want anymore, she wanted to plead with them, beg them, yell or anything to make them stop, but they were encouraged by the witch who told them just how much her familiar would enjoy a tasty treat. Perhaps this was her last moment alive, maybe this entire set up was to make her ripe for harvesting later.

She didn't know how long she had been eating up the treats, she just knew that she was tired and ready to collapse as she tipped her head down and swallowed a low noise. The hands stopped coming while Danny struggled to try and throw up some of the mixture, but her body refused. She was just miserably and over stuffed as darkness went higher and the sounds of laughing children started to fade into the backdrop. She barely twitched an ear when feet came onto the porch and hands moved against her side. The former boy groaned out while fingers slipped down and caressed right against the line of her belly, spreading them outwards lightly and pressing against the taut flesh until she managed a weak little growl and tried to snap at the hand touching her. She nearly snapped at her sister's hand as Sylvia crouched down and kneaded through all the thick soft fur.

"I thought it was funny that you were doing this to Danny, I mean, he kinda deserved it." Sylvia said as her fingers kept squeezing her brother's overly stuffed belly. "But he's still my brother, ma'am, I can't let you just kill him."

"Smart girl." Moira answered, the witch leaned back in the chair with one brow raised a little bit. "Figured it out did you?"

"My Grandma did, she said that you're using him to keep young. That it's a sacrifice." Sylvia spoke up and Danny let out a whine, rolling over and paddling her paws to even manage that much. "You have to take away his humanity and then you can steal any magic he has for your own."

"True." The witch narrowed her eyes. "I see I'm going to have to add another one to my plans for a new coat."

"I won't tell anyone." Sylvia said, her voice a little bit rushed as she tilted her head down. "I mean, look at him.. her. It's not like she'll tell anyone either. I just don't want to see my brother killed, it's not fair. He might be a bit rotten, but.."

_WHAT?!_Danny felt a surge of humiliation and anger at his sister's words, the way that she didn't seem to care at all that she was stuck in the body of a fox.

"And you think you can save him?" Moira clucked her tongue on the roof of her throat.

"I.. just wanted to ask you, please don't kill her." Sylvia reached up to rub right under Danny's chin, touching him and then grinning a little. "Even if she is kinda a butterball, she'd be a good pet. She's smarter than a real fox and her fur is beautiful. She could make you enough foxes to have a real coat, you know."

Moira leaned forward and ran her hands right along Danny's back, the fox was too stuffed to really protest, but her mind was working rapidly, trying to find a way out of the situation. This couldn't be happening. How could her own sister be ready to turn against her like this? She couldn't stay a fox! She would be missed, her parents would come home and be frantic. She whined and licked out, brushing her tongue along her sister's wrist desperately while she tried to beg and to her horror Sylvia actually laughed and flicked her nose tip.

"Don't act like that, you're lucky I even came over. You couldn't even stop eating long enough to see I've been watching you!" Sylvia said with a little bit of a snort and looked up. "I'll give you whatever I can if you won't use her for a coat, I mean.."

"I suppose she could provide me with a nice fur coat if she had a lovely batch of kits, and she is a sweet little thing." Moira murmured softly, thoughtfully. "Of course, if I decide to keep her as a pet, you're going to have to make a little bargain with me."

"What's that?" Sylvia asked. Danny was furious, her sister should have said she'd do anything! It wasn't like she'd ever been mean to Sylvia, not really.

"You're going to learn from me." Moira leaned forward, raising a brow up. "If you really want your brother to stay alive, then you'll learn how to make sure your parents never question what happened to him. Your family and appallingly talented for having no active witches, and it's my duty to see at least one of you are educated. After all, you've seen what happens with the untrained..."

She glance down meaningfully at Danny as the former boy whined and tried to make herself understood. It didn't work, her sister reached down and actually pulled her up as if she were some sort of stuffed dog. She wiggled and tried to squirm free, but she was held tighter until she let out a muffled little growl. Her sister couldn't be serious! This wasn't even a punishment, this was a reward, Sylvia would learn how to do the same magic that had twisted the former boy's life into what it was now. She tried to break free again, but was given a little bit of a shake.

"I wouldn't mind learning. Grandma says that witches aren't to be trusted though.." Sylvia said, trailing off just a little bit.

"With humans." Moira smiled, a slow sinful sort of smile. "We're not to be trusted with humans, but we can always be trusted with our own kind. And if you're quite good at remembering what I teach you and learning, you might even be given your brother as your final present. After all, every witch needs a familiar."

"I agree." Sylvia said, she didn't even seem to think about it, it was a breathless little agreement that left Danny snarling loudly before her sister gave her a firm shake. "Hush you, be grateful. There are worse things in the world than being someone's pet. You could end up being someone's fur coat!"

Danny didn't agree, but it wasn't like she could answer as her sister kept her pinned in place. She rolled her eyes over to the witch who was smiling in an almost feline way, looking quite pleased with herself. So much for her last hope of becoming human again.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Sylvia didn't know what to expect the day after Halloween when she approached the back of the witches house. She had been told that her training would start the next day bright and early, something that was a source of nervous fear and delight as she arrived earlier than she had been told. She hadn't slept the night before almost at all, she had been too busy counting down the minutes until she could see the witch again. Her Grandmother had warned her severely against the dangers of setting herself up to become the witches apprentice. Even the most mild warnings had brought with it dire consequences if she didn't watch herself. People with magic couldn't be trusted, many of them grew corrupt as their own power gave them anything they could possibly want and more. The power was alluring, especially when she considered what it could mean for her future, and the witch had all but said that she could have Danny in the end.

The very fact that she had managed to transform her brother had been something of a wonder to her. She could barely believe that the fox that had been stuffed and on the pillow had been human before. The eyes had been intelligent and outraged, the helplessness in them had thrilled her in a way that caused her to feel a bit embarrassed at how she had reacted. She didn't want her brother to be hurt, after all, but there was something fitting about seeing him brought down to the level that she had seen with the fox. The fur had been beautifully soft and thick, so plush that it had felt like velvet beneath her finger tips. It was hard to really hard not to admire the feel of it against her touch and it was obvious that the witch had been taking quite a good deal of care of her in the last few days. Danny wasn't suffering at all, she was probably just angry that she had been tricked in the first place.

"You're early." The voice greeted her the moment she hopped the back fence and she found Moira seated on a chair on the front porch, tucked just enough into the shadows that she hadn't been readily visible. "Not a bad trait at all."

"I thought maybe you'd be ready for me." She said with a little flush, Sylvia feeling a thrill when she saw her pudgy former brother sitting beside the witch, complete with a large red bow around her neck. "Hey Danny."

"A very good rule when it comes to dealing with someone changed, you never give their name." Moira leaned down to silk her fingers along the fox's ears. "This is Dandelion."

"Oh, sorry." Sylvia flushed just a touch as she bounced onto the porch and glanced at her brother who was glaring at her. The fox's eyes were so strange looking, but there was intelligence burning through the look. "Hey there Dandelion."

"Today we're going to start with something a little less than basic, but you must understand that I need to test your resolve." Moira stood up and picked a thin silver leash up so that the fox was forced to step forward too. "Think of it as a bit of a trial so that I know you are willing to do anything to learn the magic I am going to teach you."

"I'm more than willing!" Sylvia said eagerly, reaching down so that she could stroke her fingers through her former brother's fur. "I want to make sure Dandelion doesn't become a fur coat, after all."

She added that last part to make it sound a little more generous on her part, but she had no illusions that she was just doing it for the sake of her brother. She knew that there was something calling her with the magic, it tickled and teased, making her think of a hundred and one uses for it. She had always thought she was special, ever since she was little, finding out that she had magic in her only aided that belief and she could feel the thrill of excitement rising as the witch gestured for her to walk into the house in front of her. Moira was powerful, she had no reason to turn against her and she had every intention of learning everything as quickly as she possibly could. She had a whole wide world to explore, after all, and she delighted in the idea that she would soon be able to manipulate it.

She was disappointed by the witches house, she had assumed it would be filled with arcane items such as potions and skulls, but it was very much like anyone's house. Perhaps there were a few herbs laying around and there was an air of age to many of the decorations, but nothing screamed of magic to her. Dandelion was dragging her paws behind the witch, continually glancing back and trying to jerk her muzzle at the leash. Obviously her brother thought that she should simply set her free, but she only twitched her lips up in a slight smile. She might even turn her brother back one day if she grew bored of his new form, but for now all she could think about was how lovely the fox was as she looked over the soft golden form and the long fluffy tail.

"You've bargained away my right to a fur coat, but I suppose it is not lose to you that Dandelion is quite uniquely colored and valuable." Moira said as they reached the living room. "As such, I don't want to simply keep her as a fat lazy pet, she should earn some of her keep so to speak."

"I..suppose so. I thought you said she'd make a good familiar?" Sylvia offered and shifted just a little bit as the witch began dragging a coffee table out of the way to open up more space. "Is that what you mean?"

"Oh a familiar is very much a catch all name, they're simply animals we can take energy from." Moira waved her hand lightly as she spoke. "What I mean is that she is quite fully a fox and entirely functional, there's no reason why she couldn't have a litter or two in order to earn her keep."

"You mean make him pregnant?!" Sylvia widened her eyes slightly as she exclaimed and was rewarded with the witch laughing.

"Her pregnant, and yes, and this will be your first test." Moira pushed one of the end tables back as well. "You're going to help in two ways, the first is learn and execute the spell that will cause Dandelion to go into heat. It's a very basic spell and I expect you'll figure it out easily. The second is... I am in need of a male fox to sire the kits."

"You mean... me?" Sylvia felt her mouth go dry as she spoke and Danny let out an angry yelping cry, making her glance down at her former brother. The witch's purring laughter filled the air and made her jerk her eyes back up again.

"It's an easy transformation and I'm sure you'll instinctively figure out what to do once you're on all fours and male. Unless, of course, you've changed your mind?" Moira murmured suggestively, her head tilting to one side as if she were expecting the answer to be yes.

"No, no I haven't." Sylvia answered without thinking, tilting her head up a little bit. "I'll learn the spell, not problem at all."

~ ~ * ~ ~

An hour later and Danny was outraged and ready to bite as her body was firmly drawn over her sister's lap and unable to struggle as a little pink muzzle had been fitted over her delicate muzzle and tied up to her forelegs. The witch had been thorough in making sure that she was forced to hold herself in one place and couldn't wriggle her way free easily, especially as the began to work on the spell that was supposed to send her into heat. She was livid that Sylvia hadn't argued really about what was going to happen, she hadn't done more than agree with slightly nervous sounding voice. Her sister should have been defending her, the idea that she was going to get pregnant was horrible on it's own, but Sylvia had agreed to do the act without even blinking her eyes.

She writhed slightly as her sister's hands rubbed over her body and stroked her in an idle way as the witched talked to her about the spell that would be used to change her body and force it to ovulate. Danny didn't understand half of it, she didn't want too. She just wanted to get away before it was too late. What would happen if she became pregnant? Could she even be changed back if babies were growing inside of her? Just thinking it brought about a new burst of struggles and she kicked her hind legs out a few times, but was drawn backwards with a firm grip right on the nape of her neck to make sure that she didn't go very far. They were talking about her ovaries, about her belly, about what hormones needed to be stimulated and how her body could be made to react even if she wasn't ready.

"Fertility spells are the easiest. They're also the oldest so they've been made simpler through simple time." Moira reached out and tugged Danny's tail. "What you're going to do is use your fingers at first. You want to get a feel for the body you're working on."

"Alright.." Sylvia sounded even more nervous as her fingers moved down and started to rub along the curve of Danny's belly, earning a low growl from the former boy's throat.

"Not like that, my dear." Moira let out a soft laugh. "You want to feel from the inside, you will relax and let your mind stretch out and reach deep inside of her. Once you start to extend your power you'll be able to feel the potential of her body."

"Inside?" Sylvia's voice went up an octave and Danny agreed, shifting and writhing, trying to squirm forward a moment. "You mean put my fingers inside of her?"

"It won't be hard, just rub her, gently. You're going to want to coax her body into doing some of the work." Moira answered and Danny whined out, twisting her head back to stare up at Sylvia pleadingly. "You'll be amazed at how reactive animals can be."

Instead of protesting, Sylvia started to rub her hands backwards, sliding her fingers sensually through Danny's thick coat. It wasn't that it wasn't pleasurable, but she didn't want to be touched this way, especially not when she knew how it was going to end. She whined out loudly and tried to wriggle free, but there was no escape as her sister carefully slid her hands down and moved beneath the thick soft tail. Moira helped by moving her tail entirely out of the way, leaving her uncovered as she pulled at the bonds on her forelegs, trying to lift her head higher as the soft plush fur was pushed apart and she felt finger tips starting to glide along her inner thighs with a delicate stroke that made her stomach tense up and her entire body squirmed in place. She couldn't get away from the sensations while the touch pushed upwards and then slid right along her outer lips and pressed forward with just enough force that she felt them splaying the fat thick spade.

"She's not shaped like me at all, I guess I never looked at a dog this way." Sylvia said, her voice a little breathy as the fingers spread the fat lips open wider and made Danny shudder in reaction as she was stroked.

The thick outer lips were pulled lightly back and forth, the smooth movements tugged back and forth, pushing the lips together and then spreading them open as her tail was forcibly kept to one side. The former boy squeezed her eyes shut and tried her best to ignore it. Ever since she had been changed she had done her best to ignore just how much she had been changed and what it meant, but now she was forced to experience just how changed she really was. The pursed lips were rubbed lightly, her sister's finger tips lightly rubbed along the outer edges and caressed inwards, just barely spreading her as she tried to drag herself forward. She let out a breathy whine as the finger tips curled inwards and she just barely felt a finger tip curling forward inside of her. It made her stomach twist painfully, her breathing came in a rapid fire burst that came from her parted muzzle and she twisted herself to one side and then back again as the fingertip pushed forward with a little more force.

She let out a yelp of shock as the digit began to push into her body, spreading the narrow passage that she had never possessed before. Her walls closed down immediately, trying to squeeze against the finger as it wedged inwards and one of her sister's hands pressed down against the line of her ass and held her still. She yelped out, her ragged little noise bursting out wildly as the finger tip worked and wedged forward with slow methodical work. She hunched her back and let out a breath as it pushed deeper, spreading her wider. It wasn't like anything she had ever felt before, the stretch and strain of the sensitive walls were gaping and swallowing the length. Her sister worked slowly, pumping the finger and twisting it slightly so that she felt it tugging in places that made her body flush hotly, her heart running faster.

"Oh she's so tight.." Sylvia's exclaimed and turned her finger again. "I don't feel like this, she's so small feeling."

I didn't need to know that! I didn't want to know that! Danny thought with mortification at the way her sister was speaking and then it turned into nothing as the finger suddenly pushed in deeper.

"Now just concentrate. Feel how warm her body is. You can feel her cunny grabbing at your finger, sink your awareness deeper. You can feel her heart beat can't you?" Moira murmured and the hand on her back flexed lightly. "Just feel deeper."

Danny shuddered as the finger pushed inwards at the word deeper, glutting her small body and making her feel the finger tip curling. Her sister was rubbing her, not just trying to push a finger in, she was deliberately stroking in a way that made her feel surges of strange pleasure that she couldn't entirely quell. She felt trapped by the sensations, her ears were going hot red and she whined again, twisting herself backwards only to feel the finger plunging itself further inwards and giving a turn. The moment it twisted she arched herself upwards and pushed back. It was an immediate shove that impaled her onto the finger and made her walls squeeze down tightly in an attempt to hold the length. Her breathing came out in short bursts as she tucked her head down and then felt the fingers drawing backwards again, but the warmth didn't pass. It was starting to slide deeper inside of her while Danny held her eyes tightly shut. She didn't want to think about the fact it was her sister fingering her this way, that she was being put through this by the one person that should have never touched her this way.

She wasn't able to escape that fact as Sylvia gave another push forward and the finger tip soon was joined by a second that was starting to dig in deeper. It was pushing inwards and something wet was pushing around it, she was mortified to feel herself growing slick in reaction to the finger working through her. Danny couldn't stop it, she felt horrified, but she was made to feel herself slickening around the fingertip while it teased back and forth delicately. She whined out, turning it into a snarl as the finger pumped and the heat was growing through her stomach and getting worse by the moment. It was like a fire was being ignited and making her react as her tender mound began to feel overly warm, achingly puffy as the skin tightened and her passage clutched around the finger again.

"She's getting so wet. I thought this would be harder." Sylvia said and pulled her finger back again, the wet sound made the fox flinch in horror. "She's getting bigger."

"That's right, make her ovulate, you have to tease her into it. Her body knows what to do, you just need to use your awareness to nudge it along." Moira explained, and it was an explanation that Danny didn't want to hear.

"I don't think we even needed the muzzle." Sylvia said with a little laugh. "She's not even struggling now. Looks like she likes it."

Her body tightened around the finger again and she let out another growling little whine, panting in short bursts as the finger pushed in again. The narrow tunnel of her sex began to grow puffier by the moment. It was thickening and swelling in reaction to the magic that was tentatively twisting itself through her belly to make sure she was experiencing the press inside of her. The changes made her pant shallowly as the wetness grew worse while her mound grew thicker and swelled in answer to the forced estrus that was running through her. She felt the throbbing beat of her heart through her cunny as the finger rubbed lightly, turning about at just the right angle to make her body clench down again. The powerful milking movements drew it in deeper before she whined out loudly again.

She braced her hind legs open wider as Sylvia let out a low noise in her throat and shifted herself. Danny didn't know what she was doing, she barely twitched an ear as she was engrossed with the feeling of her own body and what it was doing. She was burning up, the warmth growing rapidly worse as she humped her hips in place and heard laughter in response behind her. That should have humiliated her into behaving, but she wasn't thinking about behaving. The former boy was lost in the need to feel the fingers pushing in deeper, but her sister was barely helping her. The pad of the finger swirled along her swollen passage, rubbing lightly as wet strands of arousal coated the tip and the fox licked her lips with a muffled whimper as the finger tip drew backwards. She felt like she was set on fire, nothing made sense anymore, she wanted something more, she needed something.

Moira said something and the former boy barely twitched an ear in the witches direction as the fingers moved up to slide along the scruff of her neck and the digit's inside of her pulled free. They came out with a wet noise that should have mortified her, but she didn't feel embarrassed, she felt pent up and confused as she whined back again and twisted her head to one side. She caught sight of her sister before she was slid off the lap and the restraints unhooked from her forelegs, the muzzle pulled free. Danny yelped out and twisted around immediately, not thinking as she shoved her tongue between her hind legs and licked the thick pink lips that swelled between her thighs. She could taste her own juices on her tongue as she lavished the enflamed mound with her broad pink tongue.

"She's a horny little vixen." Sylvia let out a giggle and dimly Danny became aware that she was stripping down. "I guess she really wants to do this."

"You'd be surprised at how easy it is to get a young man to want sex. Well...former young man." Moira laughed and Danny flinched, and then she froze as the witch cast out a hand.

Danny's own transformation had been painfully slow and sudden, but this was anything but slow. Sylvia let out a yelp of shock and suddenly she was being covered in a wave of thick golden fur far darker than the strawberry blonde coat that her brother wore. The former boy scrabbled up onto four legs, trying to back away as the changes were running wild over the lean body and taking the girl in a rush. It was like watching water flowing to change and shrink the tall girl rapidly. She scrabbled backwards, still tasting herself on her tongue, trying to ignore the fact that she wanted to continue licking her throbbing puffy mound. Instead, she watched as bones twisted and turned, ears grew and a tail spilled out as Sylvia's entire body was changed in the span of only a few heartbeats leaving a large dark gold fox standing on shaking legs in the midst of the shed clothing. Danny growled softly, feeling a pang of outrage at the way the witch had made her suffer through a longer transformation.

The vixen scrabbled all the way back as Sylvia stared out over a whiskered muzzle and looked around as if confused with her ears tipped backwards towards her head. His head. The todd was larger and heavier than Danny was, built with more muscles along the broad side and haunches, the darker coloring making him seem even more masculine than the former boy. The head was larger, the muzzle thicker as the neck was covered in a thick heavy ruff of fur. But that wasn't what made Danny realize that she was looking at a male, it wasn't even the sight of the low slung sheath against the underbelly. It was the sudden scent of thick heavy musk that filled the air that made her recognize the gender of the other fox. It was musky and biting the air, making it hard to breathe as the sharp scent filled her nose and made her eyes unfocus in response. It was unlike anything she had ever smelled in her life, and it was coming from what had been her sister.

The witch didn't make a move to do anything as Danny began to slink along the wall, trying not to breathe too deeply as her body was going hot and cold by turns in response to the scents on the air. She whined out again, the little noise breaking free despite herself as she got another nose full of rich masculine scent. It made her body scream in need. And it was a need that she did not want to have. It was a need that terrified her as she shrank away and tried to make herself as small as possible in response. She didn't want to get near the male as Sylvia was struggling and shaking himself out with a sneeze as if trying to figure out his new body. Danny felt her eyes dragged down to the furred sheath despite herself, the slightly darker line of fur that was making her pant shallowly and feel an unnatural flare of desire sliding over her mind. She couldn't get away from it, she couldn't do anything, she could just stare and feel herself growing warmer by the moment.

"Oh no you don't!" Moira laughed and suddenly Danny's scruff was grabbed, hauling her across the living room floor. "Don't you want to say hello to sister?"

Danny tried to stop just that from happening as she was dragged towards her sister, her eyes flashing wildly as the male fox's attention slid towards her. It was worse seeing the deep breath the fox took and she tried to break free again, but she was dragged quite close to the larger vulpine. It was clear that the creature was bigger than she was. Sylvia weighed nearly twice her own size and that wasn't including the thick fur. She was outstripped by several inches at the shoulder as the male twisted his head back and drew in a deeper breath and something dark and glittering began to slide free along the underside of the stomach. Just seeing that movement made her freeze up and she couldn't make her mind work. She didn't know what to do or what to say as the witch forced her to hold still and the heavy bodied male moved along her side with a little growl of interest. The look in the deep amber eyes was something she never wanted to see on her sister's face, on a male's face. She whined out and tried to surge forward, but she couldn't even stir more than an inch forward as the cold nose pushed right against her tail.

Horribly, her tail lifted of its own volition, controlled by her body in such a way that she couldn't make it stop as the cold nose pushed right up under her tail and shoved against her soft swollen mound. She yelped out loudly as she felt the cold slide rubbing against her, the slip and drag that made her want to choke out a yelping cry. She swallowed the urge as the hot powerful tongue pushed out and swept upwards in a warm caress that made her entire body stiffen in unwilling pleasure. She couldn't ignore the fact that it felt good to have the tongue sweeping against her, twisting and sliding with an intimate tease that made her whine out low in her throat before trying to scrabble forward again. She didn't get far, only a few inches as the powerful tongue pushed out and spread her walls open wider. It was a shock of sensation running through her as the slimy oral muscle began to rub through her tender enflamed passage and outer walls.

She didn't want it to feel good, her ears were burning hot red as the tongue pushed in deeper, parting her walls further apart as her sister began to lick faster and let out a low little growl. She thought Sylvia would at least show some shame, be disgusted at what she was doing, but she showed no such conscience. She used her tongue to slurp and pull in the wetness greedily, sliding it in deeper as her brother let out a yelping call. Her eyes flashed open wide, terrified as she felt the tongue reaching further and her own body squeezed down in response to the squirming oral muscle. She couldn't stand the feel of it, and it wouldn't stop, it kept working inside of her. The powerful pushes of the tongue slurped inwards and dragged back out again while her lips were splayed open wider and she squirmed in place. She tried to kick her hind legs back, but the witch only moved to cup a hand right along her lower belly so that her rump was held up in the air towards her sister.

"Oh don't you squirm now, just look at how eager you are acting!" The witch laughed at her, mocking her, and the vixen shuddered as the hot slippery tongue drew backwards with a little whine of excitement.

Please don't.. just don't.. I'm your brother! Danny thought wildly as the tongue swept up and tugged along her heat enflamed mound firmly.

Sylvia didn't seem to think anything of what he was doing, certainly he didn't seem to have any shame as one of the forepaws reached out and hooked against one of Danny's hips. The former boy yelped out again and tried to surge forward as the paw yanked backwards and the head pushed up against his haunches with a little huff of eagerness. The scent of the mail was growing thicker on the air. It was filling her senses, rousing urges and instincts that made the heat suffuse her face, but she couldn't ignore them as the weight pushed higher up and the pair of muscular paws curled to either side of her outer thighs and pressed against her stomach as Sylvia dragged himself upwards. She couldn't throw him off, the weight pressed her down into the witches hands while her hind legs were forcibly held open wide for her changed sibling. This couldn't happen, this was beyond wrong, especially the hot feel of breath against the nape of her neck and the nip of sharp teeth.

"Oh don't worry, Dandy, your sister will barely remember this. I wouldn't want to lose her as my apprentice." Moira mocked her, the voice rich with the edge of a purr as the paws yanked harder against Danny's hips.

Something hot and slimy began to poke just beneath the line of her tail, she felt the flush of wetness spilling out of the tip, pushing messily along the inside of her thighs as she let out a keening voice. She tried to tuck her hips down again and she was yanked backwards as the cock tip bounced against the line of her tail roughly. The weight kept her pinned in place as the powerful muscular haunches tucked down against her and the cock tip bounced this way and that firmly against her. She tried to tuck her hips, to move them in an attempt to escape the cock tip jabbing roughly at her, but the more she moved, the more her sister ground himself forward. The tapered tip gave a slide right against her pucker as the teeth snapped down against her scruff and gave a rough yank. The grunting sound of the eager fox was echoing in the former boys ears as the slimy red cock slipped downwards with a bit more force between her legs.

Between one breath and the next, the world suddenly changed as the cock tip caught right against the puffy thick lips of her sex and there was a lurch forward that tore a squeal from her throat. The cock tip drove into her, hot and slippery it spread her walls open as her heat swollen passage was glutted on the todd's cock rubbing through her. There was a burst of watery precum spurting out into her body, spraying in a thick teasing eruption as the hips began to move and thrust wildly against her. The forelegs yanked her haunches back with brutal effect as she was rocked down onto her chest, her front legs splaying to either side as the powerful male worked his hips in a blur of motion. She yelped out as more and more of the too thick length was force fed into her puffy mound, stretching her open wider and wider, forcing to accept the sheer size of the violet red length.

It was slimy and warm, it was rubbing through her and there was more and more pushing out of the sheath as she was gaping open wider along the length. Her sister didn't take any mercy on her as the teeth dug down firmly and her hips were being bucked up with the thrusts that tried to make more room inside of her virginal passage. Her outer lips began to thin down as the boned length worked to delve in deeper, slathering the precum through her passage and pushing it down towards the base of the cock. She choked out a ragged little noise, her eyes squeezed shut as she let out a whining noise again when the next thrust hit against her and she felt the base growing wider the further down she was impaled on it. Her body was swallowing the length as the witch released her belly. She couldn't drop it, not as Sylvia let out a growl of pleasure before the hips dragged backwards again.

It was teasing her, her own swollen passage was reacting to the feel of the length sliding through her with eager contractions that rippled and squeezed down. Every caress worked over him, trying to draw more inside of her as she squeezed her eyes shut. The male was forcing himself inwards, straining and yanking against her hips as he worked himself down all the way to the thick bulbous base that mashed against her obscenely stretched mound. The churning mixture of fluids were being forced out around the edges, coating her fur down and matting it as she let out a series of high pitched yelps. She couldn't stop them, she couldn't think, her mind was finding it hard to remember what she had been struggling against as the knot began to pry at her and stretch her open. The bulge of it was gaping her wider before the inevitable yank backwards.

The tip was sinking ever deeper, finding new places to tease over, causing her to writhe about as her own body clamped down tightly around him. The contractions worked along his length, caressing and suckling over him. Every little twinge and squeeze seemed to egg the todd on as he let out a little snarl and gave a violent thrust forward. His hips were becoming a blur, they were constantly moving, slipping outwards before the ragged thrust inwards that forced the bulge of the knot past her outer lips. She was being splayed open and she knew it, the bare shaft already splashing the dangerous precum into her fertile belly. That thought brought her eyes open and the former boy let out a yelping squeal as the hips gave another thrust forward, lifting her hind legs up as the base squeezed past her swollen vulva and into her narrow passage. Fertile, oh god, she was fertile.

No! NO NO NO!! She snarled and snapped, trying to twist away as the male yanked his knot free, but not for long.

He ignored her teeth as he fed her his length again, making her puffy heat swollen mound swallow around the base of the cock so that the tip was jabbing right towards her dilated cervical passage. Her belly was open and ready for him, even a drop of sperm rich semen would be enough to doom her and she gave a twist and writhe as he humped harder, faster. The balls slapped against her inner thighs loudly, hitting time and again so that she could hear them bumping against her. They were heavy feeling and she couldn't get away while the base began to spread her open wider. The knot was swelling as he began to shorten his thrusts to ragged brutal movements, scrubbing his cock through her passage, stimulating her until she only heard the pounding of her own heart. She dug her claws against the carpet, trying to get herself off of his cock and he only drove forward again.

The boned cock tip nudged her open cervical passage, her body tensing up and spasming as her walls instinctively clutched down around the thickened swell and clutched it. It grew larger and larger, prying her aching walls open, causing her to choke out a sound of pain and pleasure both as she twisted herself again with a yelp. There was no escape, there was no hope, the length swelled and bulged her puffy vulva open wider and wider, struggling to hold the knot that splayed her open wide. The tip just barely slipped into her rubbery opening while the cock began to pulse and quiver inside of her. The tip began to leap upwards while her walls clutched down tightly and squeezed, holding the knot inside of her as the balls began to pull upwards as it pressed right against her inner thighs.

She felt it, the cock suddenly quivered as a hot sudden stream of cum bubbled up and flushed right into her passage in a warm creamy gush. Danny cried out wildly, twisting as another thick pulse sent the sperm rich mixture pouring right into her vulnerable womb and spreading outwards. The thick mixture coated deeper and deeper as the knot twitched and quivered in her tight grip. The former boy cried and twisted wildly, shoving her way free as Sylvia let out a throaty moan of pure pleasure. She was able to throw her weight to one side, unsettling the male who fell off her back, but she scrabbled forward uselessly as the knot tugged and dragged the male behind her. She couldn't pull the cock free as she felt it pushing the warm mixture further into her exposed belly, instead she fell onto her side and snapped her teeth up uselessly at the male, kicking her hind legs out with high pitched whines and yelps.

"Oh come now, is that any way to behave?" Moira let out a rich purring laugh, her hand reaching down to forcibly flip Danny onto her stomach, her ass sticking up in the air from the male's splayed hind legs. "After all, your sister is being so kind to make sure you don't end up as one of my fur coats."

I didn't want this! Any of this! She snarled up at the witch as Sylvia's cock twitched again, the warmth of the cum puddled against her cervical passage, seeping inwards. Oh god, what have they done now?

"Don't you worry, your sister will be making sure you are well taken care of." The witch sat back on her heels, the smile vicious looking. "It'll be her first chore of the day, to breed you until you are out of heat. By the time she's done, she'll be able to change herself to male fox to human again at will. A pity you won't be able to say the same."

Danny couldn't even growl, she shuddered as she felt the too large cock sending out another thick eruption of cum into her stomach and puddling in deeper. She could easily imagine the flush of rich sperm spreading through her belly, pushing deeper to make sure that she was well and truly damned by the act. And her own body betrayed her, the hot eager muscles were suckling and milking along the cock, coaxing drop after drop inside of her, refusing to let it go. The sperm were already flushing her belly, rushing to lay claim to the ripe ovum waiting for them and her future litter.

~ ~ * ~ ~

"So this is our little momma!" The voice was cheerful and warm sounding as the vet loomed above Danny and the former boy glared up at the grey haired stranger with a feeling of outrage.

Vet-day had been something that had been quite built up in her new home with Moira, something that she had dreaded as Sylvia had been quite happy to point out that she was starting to really show the kits in her growing heavy belly. There had been no escaping her fate as over the course of a week her sister had been changed from male fox to girl again to repeatedly breed her just to be sure that she would soon be swollen with her offspring. It outraged her, but she had long since given up trying to fight off the attempts to breed her, especially when her boy had started to crave her. The weeks that had passed after she had gone out of heat had passed while she struggled to hope that it hadn't really taken had been in vain. It hadn't been long before her stomach had begun to soften and grow for reasons other than the fact that she was being too well fed.

She had no idea how many kits she had in her, only that her stomach was now plump and rounded out, bulging with the weight of her offspring that had recently begun to move at various times. She felt frustrated and embarrassed as she hunched over her round stomach and did her best to ignore the fact that Sylvia was rubbing her ears lightly. The touch was worse now that she had experienced her sister inside of her in such an intimate manner. Her sister loved touching her, fondling her, she was constantly rubbing her ears or fondling her soft furred sides, rubbing her in places that made her feel sick to her stomach as she had no chance of escaping the attentions and when she did fight back she was mockingly dragged right back into the lap. She was forced to watch as her sister became more and more a witch with each day, devouring what Moira taught her without any sense of shame.

"She's a few weeks out of her due date, so I thought it'd be a good idea to make sure she's going to be alright." Sylvia said brightly, continuing the touches along her brother's ears. "It took a while to find a vet that would see a fox."

"Oh they're quite interesting creatures, a bit like a cat and a dog." The vet was a dumpy older woman with a kind face who smiled down at Danny. "Hey there Dandelion, just look at that belly! That's not all kits!"

"We do like to give her treats." Sylvia admitted with a little blush, shifting her hand down to grip Danny's new harness firmly. "Now you behave, Dandy!"

The harness was bright pink and clashed with her coat, at least, the former boy thought it did, but what she thought didn't seem to matter in the grand scheme of things. She was constantly being told what to do, how to walk, where to go, she couldn't even go to the bathroom on her own and this was just a new part of her life. She glared at the vet miserably as the soft hands moved down and pulled her across the exam table. She wasn't on the cold metal, instead she was sitting on a thick purple blanket that was meant to keep her from getting cold. Her life had turned into shades of pink and purple and pale peaches. She wasn't even allowed to have a brown leash, everything seemed trained to remind her that she hadn't just lost her humanity in how she had been changed, she had lost so much more than that.

The vet had gentle touch, but it was firm as Danny was forced onto her side and the hands slipped against her stomach. Sylvia helped with a gentle grip on the harness that rolled her ungainly body over and she kicked her hind legs angrily to try and get back onto her stomach again. The weight of the litter made her feel bloated and heavy as fingers moved down her rounded belly and started to roll lightly and curl right against her filled womb. She flinched a little bit, not because it hurt, the massage actually felt quite nice, but because she could feel the kits moving inside of her. She writhed and kicked her hind legs out a little bit, attempting to get backwards as the fingers probed and pressed downwards. The touch felt and squeezed lightly to move the kits around as the doctor leaned over her and made a cooing sound meant to calm her down, at least, that's what she assumed it was supposed to do. It just made her feel more humiliated than she already was.

"Oh she's doing quite well, aren't you? Nice sized litter I think..." The vet murmured as the fingers kept stroking her and spread down towards her inner thighs. "You said this was her first litter?"

"Yes, that's why we're worried, I don't want her to end up having too big a litter or having problems nursing them." Sylvia said and rubbed right under her chin, teasing back and forth with a taunting little rub. "I've heard a lot of sad stories."

"Oh that's no reason to worry, most vixens are natural mothers, and she's certainly got ample weight on her." The vet moved her fingers down to spread right along the puffy Y shaped mound, sliding up along the full mons.

Her hind legs were splayed open wide as the fingers spread them a bit wider and stroked lightly right along the outer lips and pinched very gently. She let out a muffled little growl as the fingers gently spread her open and brushed along the inner lining. It was such an intimate touch, but the vet didn't seem to think of it as intimate or even ask permission. Most of her life was like that now, she was never asked permission, her own sister just treated her like another animal without a thought as to what she wanted. Her parents didn't even know she was gone, the witch had seen to that, wiping away the memories so thoroughly that she was nothing more than a dream to them. It was just a calm handling of her as the vet peered down closely between her lips and then gave her a little stroke before releasing her mound.

"Well she's not near welping yet, you're right, she's got a ways to go." The vet said and stroked up right along a rather embarrassing part of her body. "Oh look at you, you're already starting to produce, hmm? Eager to have those babies, little momma?"

The fur along her belly was now barren of fur in spots that ran right along the line of her belly and towards her chest. The nipples jutted out plainly through the plush fur and the fur around the base had begun to fall away so that they were bare and naked. Over the last week they had grown puffy and sensitive feeling as they jutted up, meaning she had to avoid laying on her stomach or else they were rubbed against the ground uncomfortably. The skin felt warmed, reddening slightly right around the base of her nipple so that it was puffed up into the air. It only grew worse as the days went by, they grew heavier and there was a faint sense of pressure growing. They were to the point now that she had heard Moira saying that her nipples could be seen right beneath her belly even when she was walking around, she could do nothing to hide them.

"I've noticed that too, I didn't know if that was good or not." Sylvia said, her tone mockingly worried as she reached out.

Before Danny could stop her, her sister slid fingers right around the tips of her swollen puffy nipples and gave them a taunting roll back and forth. She let out a short whimper and tensed up as the fingers drew a line right along the nipple and squeezed, building pressure along the narrow ducts that ran just along the thick puffy nub. It didn't last for long, but her sister was already moving her fingers down again, sliding down along the puffy area that surrounded the nipple and gave another slow pull. It drew right against the nub, tugging firmly and squeezing so that the pressure built right along the apex. It wasn't quite painful, it was sensitive and she tried to roll back over to protect herself, but her sister kept her in place as the other hand worked to knead right around the edges of the puffy area. She knew it had to have felt quite warm, but that wasn't what she was trying to hide her sister doing.

The fingers squeezed and coaxed, working from the base all the way back up towards the tip again, the light pulls and tugs began to caress higher up. They steadily worked against each other so that slowly, but surely, some of the pressure began to release and she tucked her forelegs in close. Her ears splayed to either side as a thick squirt of milk bubbled up and splattered against her pale belly fur. The moment it did she felt relief and humiliation both. Relief that the pressure was finally up and humiliation that she had embarrassed herself right in front of the vet. Her sister let out a little laugh and smeared the milk along the tip of her nipple which was still drooling some of the thick cream, not something she could control.

"She's already producing, you see, and I was worried there wouldn't be enough for the kits." Sylvia explained, her voice making a lie of her words. "Do you think it's a problem."

"Hmm, it is a little early for her to be producing." The woman reached down and slid a hand right down the belly, sweeping over the nipples one by one. "She's not quite full up to the point that I'd worry, but most vixens don't start really producing milk until the final few days."

Danny shuddered and squirmed in place, her breathing coming faster as the fingers rubbed along her nipples one by one. It wasn't just a casual stroke, but it was one that probed and rolled them lightly, feeling down along the puffy swollen mound beneath each one. The fur had fallen away to the point that he pink nipples were standing out so plainly that she didn't even want to look down. The swell of her belly made it so that they all just stood out that much more from her stomach. They had grown thicker too as time went by. Before they had just been small bumps against her stomach, but now they were as thick as her little sister's pinky finger which somehow made it worse. It made her think of breasts. It was just an added blow to whatever scrap of masculinity she might have tried to claim. There was no denying that she had well and truly been stripped of everything, and now the vet was rubbing her way down before reaching right between her legs for one of the final nipples.

She whined out as the fingers curled and twisted, pumping with just enough force and squeezing to drag the pressured milk up along the teat. She didn't like the way it felt, it wasn't bad or really painful, it was just wrong feeling as her stomach was well rounded and heavy feeling with the litter. She tipped her ears to either side and squirmed as milk was pulkled out again, rolling down along the finger that gripped her nipple and she was given a playful little squeeze. The touch teased her, making her flush all the way to her ears as the vet milked her nipple again, this time starting at the puffy swollen base before working her way upwards towards the tip again. She hated that it felt almost good to have the pressure relieved, her warmed belly tensing up just a little bit.

"Well, I think it might be wise to start her on some supplements. I don't see this being a problem, honestly, she's doing quite well as she is, but putting on supplements will help make sure the kits get the nutrition they need when they are born." The vet said and released her damp nipple, the fur around it matted down slightly. "Here, let me grab you some."

As the older woman walked away Danny took the time to scrabble and roll over onto her stomach again, the act not graceful in the least bit as her swollen belly made her have to struggle to roll over again. She was uncomfortably aware of how stiff her nipples were as they dragged against the cloth under her, scraping this way and that as the doctor dug through the cabinets. She wasn't given a chance to get off the table, instead her sister held the leash on the harness quite firmly so she was pressed up against Sylvia's side. She didn't try to test the grip, she had long since learned that there was no escaping her sister when she held the other end of the leash. Not unless she really wanted to kick up a fuss and that would just lead to her getting punished. She'd be bathed or she'd be made to walk in public, or Moira would take her out so kids could pet and fuss over her.

"Ah here we go!" The vet smiled and turned around with a pale pink bottle in one hand. "We normally save this for bitches that have had a few too many litters, but no harm in it for your little vixen. Just give it to her twice a day and make sure you get all of it down her, it'll help her milk thicken up a bit."

"Oh! Thank you!" Sylvia took the bottle with a smile, her cheeks going a little pink. "Do you think she's progressing alright? I mean, with the kits, I was worried she might be a poor breeder and since she's already producing milk-"

"Don't worry about a thing, dear, she's doing just fine. Bring her in here in a few weeks and I'll double check, but I have no doubt she'll whelp without any trouble at all." The vet assured her sister as Danny stared at the pink pill bottle, it was offensively feminine.

"Oh good!" Sylvia sounded relieved and Danny struggled not to remember that it was her sister's litter that had swollen her belly. "I was hoping so, I want to rebreed her this spring and it would be a shame if we only got one litter from her.

The vet answered with something, but Danny wasn't listening, her eyes were fixed on her sister in horror at the easy way she had spoken about rebreeding her. She knew that the witch had promised Sylvia hadn't remembered a great deal of the matings, but she had her doubts. Sylvia seemed to have looked forward to each day when she changed into a fox and got to mount her brother, something that had made Danny feel that much worse, but this was the first time she had ever seen such light in her siblings eyes. The hopeful little lilt in the voice made the former boy shrink backwards in horror. It wasn't just a casual question, this was it, this was going to be her life. She had hoped that once she had the litter her sister might change her back again, taking mercy on her, but the way Sylvia stroked her neck, her ears, she knew the truth. Why would her sister want her brother back when she could have a fox?