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Peach fur ran down the backs of my hands, and almost to my first knuckle on each finger. I tried to ignore it at the breakfast table, but it was hard to keep my folks from noticing me making an occasional stare.

They couldn't see it, though. Or the black nails I curled around my fork as I ate pancakes, and swallowed a glass of orange juice. If my face grew out into a muzzle, right there--I wonder if I would just look like an ordinary boy to them--their son--and not some spirit fox monster.

"More sausages, Shin!" Shichi protested. "It's all too sweet. I want savory foods."

"Tough." I muttered to myself. My... other self.

"What's that?" my mom asked irately. Damn, she had ears like a hawk!

"I... I said, the eggs are kind of tough! You shouldn't scramble them quite so long." They were fine, actually--for a change, but usually they were too brown and rubbery.

"Be thankful your dad gets up early and fixes you food for breakfast--you could be doing it on your own, like the rest of the family."

"Trish doesn't cook for herself. She practically recieves hand-outs." I retorted. It was almost reflexive. My sister was smug and egotistical--and on top of that, my mother put me under a magnifying glass of scrutiny and advice, while my sister had the level of gumption necessary to defy all that.

"Your sister has nothing to do with this conversation, and anyhow, she's eleven, she'll have to hold her own eventually too--why do you always have to bring her up, Terry?"

"Never mind," I groaned.

"Ha... she shut you up."

* * *

It was still Christmas break, so after I had breakfast, my folks set me on the task of shoveling out the driveway. They'd had work called off due to heavy snow that had lasted throughout the evening.

"Well this stinks. You humans have to clean all of this up? What a preposterous task. I would leave it, and make my bed in it."

"They have to have it clear, or we can't get the car and truck out of the driveway, and onto the street."

"Those metal monstrosities that you humans ride around in? Leave them to rust, I say. Why do you humans always insist on riding to your destination, rather than walking like us foxes?"

"It has something to do with our number of legs, I think. Four legs tend to get you around a lot faster than two." I muttered bluntly, as I cracked at some stubborn, frozen snow with the edge of the shovel.

"What an utterly miserable lot you all have. Without us animals, you'd have spent the last several centuries plodding along slowly on foot. And now that you've found a replacement, we're all obsolete."

"Horses, maybe. I don't think we ever had a use for foxes that inhabit bodies and turn people into more foxes."

"You have to look at the broader picture, Shin. What will happen when you find a replacement for other things? Cattle? Chickens? What if you begin eating your own? Will we all just fall by the wayside, and become expendable? Is that okay with you?"

"Why the hell would we start eating our own kind? That's just crazy."

"There are many, many of you humans now, Shin. Too many for even your kind to value them all. And I'm no stranger to poverty or starvation--things were hard even back in the day."

"So what? You think just because there are a lot of us, we're all just going to start cannibalizing each other?" I asked, throwing a big pile of slushy snow into the grass.

"Well, you might not do it knowingly. Do they have a name for that here? Where humans serve other humans as food for their own kind?"

"I think it's called "Soylent Green"." I muttered. "But that shit's all science-fiction. America'd never allow something like that to happen."

"Really now. You think just because of patriotism, a bunch of logical-minded humans won't try illicit things like that, if it seems like it will bail them out of a revolt over food-shortages and mass-starvation? It'd even give them a productive way to dispose of the 'filth' of society."

"Now you're talking politics? What kind of fox are you, anyway?"

"One who has watched a lot of humans, and is very concerned with the path they are taking."

"Funny, you seem to care little enough that you'd turn me into your plaything."

"Maybe you misunderstand our relationship. I am not a parasite. I 'live' because of you. Without you, I would be nothing but a spirit--inert, unable to influence the world around me--that is true. But I value your body, and more importantly, I value your companionship."

"I'm flattered." I said coldly. "Can I have my fingernails back now?"

"I said I valued you. Isn't that enough? Anyhow, I can't give them back--it was your body that changed of its own accord--not by my will. Although I admit your new nails suit me better."

"So you alter my body, and can't reverse it. And you think I should be thankful that you're inside of me?"

"Young as you are, I can understand your attachment to the material. I am sorry that your body is changing from what you have grown comfortable with. In time, however, I think you'll find that the price of your changing shape has perks to go with it."

"Like being immortal, or being able to cast illusions, so I look like I used to."

"Like that, but there are other things as well. One does not live to be a centuries-old fox without picking up some degree of... prowess. Do you like magic tricks?"

"You gonna saw me in half?"

"No. Put out your hand. I think you'll like this."

"Quit screwing around. We've got to finish shoveling this--hey. Hey!"

My right hand jerked out, off the shovel handle, and my clawed fingers spread open of their own accord. I winced as a slight heat sparked up from my palm--

--and blossomed out into a bluebell-colored fireball.

"It's all yours. Use it for what you see fit to."

My expression of shock slowly lifted, and a dawning of what the fox had implied--about perks to my transformation--began to set in. My awe was quickly replaced with a grin, as I held the ball of flames harmlessly in my hand.

"Cool." I whispered, the flickering blue glow illuminating my smiling face.

* * *

Shoveling took a backseat to throwing fireballs. Within a few minutes, we'd cleared off the entire sidewalk by melting every last bit of snow. I bowled the flames, found I could scatter them with relative ease. They were as hot as natural fire--but they didn't seem to burn me at all. They just sat their inertly, projecting their heat, barely spreading.

"Good. Now, think: 'Flames, stop.'"

I did so, and found that I could extinguish them just by looking their way, and thinking that thought!

"Shichi, this is amazing! You never told me you could let me do things like this! I wouldn't have gotten so mad before, if you had!"

"That's good, then, I'll remember that in the future. Now, listen very carefully. These flames are created from the force of your will. As such, their strength and size depends on your emotion--specifically, your will to burn. Anger will make them much more wild and destructive, whereas, if you are depressed, or tired, you will have difficulty making them at all.

"Got it." I said attentively.

"You will find that these flames do not follow the natural principles of combustion. They will not die out without a fuel source--because their fuel source is your will. That said, you can enshroud things in flame that would normally not be flammable... there is, however, a downside to this."

"I'm listening."

"Because they use your willpower as a fuel source, you will find yourself desiring to use them. A lot. In fact, you may become addicted to their use. However, Shin--you must never use your fire in excess. It will begin to deplete you. Which will deplete me, as well. That is to say... we will age. We will grow tired and weak. And when that happens, you may die."

"Noted. Now how about we get something to eat?"

"You couldn't have spoken sweeter words to these ears."

* * *

So the fox did have genuine intentions. At least, to protect my life. I was still mutating, though. He enjoyed the process of my transformation a little bit too much, despite my regular dismay at each new addition that came.

"Mm. More Shin. Press forward with your body, tense the muscles in your rear. I want to feel my tail growww..."

"You're disgusting. It's staying in my pants, small and out of the way. You've had enough of me for today."

My eye teeth were getting longer, sharper. My eyes had lightened a bit in color. The whole process was accelerating gradually.

'Shiiiin, are you hungry? Can you see? Because you're looking more and more... like a fox to me.' He would chant musically, on an hourly basis. Or: 'My Shin is incredible, edible, and oh-so posssessible! He really is the one for me!' It drove me crazy.

And then there were my folks. They had started to notice it too, in some ways.

'Terry, you need to take a bath. You stink really bad!"

"Mom!"

'I mean worse than a skunk!'

Or:

'Son, why do you keep batting at your ears? You're not a dog. Stop that.'

"Sorry!"

And of course Trish:

"Bro, stop. Really, enough! MOM, Terry keeps sniffing at my food!"

"Argh! It just smelled good!"

It was getting to the point where I felt more comfortable when I was alone, with Shichi, getting to know him and his powers--rather than around my family, exposing my awkward state.

"You will get re-used to human beings in time, albeit you may not with those close to you--they can sense something has changed in you, though they don't understand what, or why."

"Yeah, you. And because I was stupid and careless, and let you hitch a ride."

"Oh, enough complaining already. It's getting late. Aren't you aroused yet?"

"WHAT?!" He 'would' ask such an awkward question!

"You humans get cozy in the evenings. Don't you have a mate or something we can work out our 'other' cravings on?"

"Wh-what other cravings? We've already eaten, isn't that what you want me for?"

"Don't be coy. I've not lived for centuries without knowing human desire. You can't tell me you're broken, or something, and don't want to lay with human females. Or maybe you prefer males?"

"That's not your business!" I groaned. He was right though--I HAD begun picking up masturbation in the last year or so. Why did it concern him so?

"I want to "get off" now. You're going to help me. We have to have human chi to keep ourselves going, anyway."

"The hell? You never said anything about me screwing with people!"

"You've clearly never read any stories about foxes."

"Aesop's Fables, maybe. Nothing about a monster like you!"

"I'm hurt. Anyhow, I need you to find someone young and attractive, and couple with them. Then we can feed off their life energy."

"Like a vampire?!" God, this fox was horrible after all!

"Kyonshi? Urgh. I'm no corpse. I just want a little bit of their youth, is all, not their blood..."

He'd turned quiet and thoughtful. I could literally feel the hum of his thoughts in my head, like someone scribbling notes on the back of my brain.

"Yes... I suppose to you it doesn't make a huge difference though. I suppose yes, we will feed on humans like a vampire. You don't actually need to mate with them if you don't want to--you can use your illusions to make them think that's what's happening. But you do need to feed off of aroused humans from time to time. Especially if you want to keep being able to use my powers."

"And I... just... bite them?"

"No. You merely need to arouse them... and I will do the rest."

"Biting sounds like it would be a LOT easier... I'm not exactly rolling in popularity with girls."

"We'll see to it that things change then, in time. I will take you to the top of your class, when it comes to drawing in partners."

I was neither convinced this would be the case, nor that it would be a good thing.

"Now let's fuck ourselves. We can find prey later on, once we've broken each other in."

He threw me onto the bed, and I could feel his arousal well over me. I was not an automaton in the least, but rather, felt his will pulling my arms and legs and waist, and I had say so over where they went... and allowed them to move free of my own effort.

I'd fought it at first--this sort of control. He was a scary monster, that wanted to feed on people's life-force for nourishment. But he was right--we were breaking each other in--getting used to our seperate natures becoming one.

And it was too late to fight it, now. I dreamt up a fantasy of myself caught in his jaws, holding them open like a crushing ceiling, as he slowly took control of my limbs.

In reality, it was my hands that disrobed my body, and the touch against my side was from my blankets and sheets--but in the dream, it was his tongue, lapping at my backside, his hot breath and drool sloughing off my clothing..

"You are my Shin--my fervent belief that humans and animals coexist to serve one another."

In the fantasy, I was locked in a stalemate. I had dodged the beast's rows of teeth, only to find myself being swallowed whole. The roof of his mouth was wet and warm, and the saliva that percolated rolled down my arms and steamed on my skin.

"No," I whispered, as the drool turned my arms furry.

"Yes." he breathed, hot air blowing up from his throat, changing my fantasy self's backside, causing it to fur up, and sprout the beginning of a tail . "You are mine."

Back in reality, he brought my right hand to my cock, and rubbed the furry backside on top of it. I whimpered. In my fantasy, rivlets of spittle ran across my member, and turned it stark crimson, smooth, and shining.

"Delicious..." his thoughts echoed, as his tongue lapped at my rear. "Do not fight... feed me... feed the change..."

I thrusted my hips--both in the dream, and reality... and jerked my hand up and down my shaft. In the dream, I could not afford the same, and so I hung helplessly pinned, as more of his saliva coated my shaft, and it jutted out, thin and crooked. I felt the imminent vibrations of my body, as his grip tightened, as he continued to shut his mouth on me.

"When this is through... it will not matter what your previous thoughts on sex might have been. You will desire men, women, and animals alike--for you will know each of these forms as intimately as you once knew your own.

I cried. The spittle was wetting down my hair--making it change color, and thin out. At that point, I had lost track of what was the reality, and what was the dream. My ears had grown big and long, and my nose had begun to stretch out and blacken.

"Do not think you are garbage--you are precious to me."

His tongue lapped my ass, and my spine stretched an inch--two-inches--a foot. I was now covered in goopy drool, whining incoherently as he tonguebathed my balls. I felt them tighten, felt the same inevitable changes in them, as a sheathe shot up around my dick.

The devolution progressed... I soon hunched, as the tail grew long and furred, and my head flattened into a snouted fox's skull. I was slipping back in his mouth! I had to fight it!

"I can promise you, bear my body, and I will treat you well..."

I had to reach down... to touch it... the need was getting out of control. I felt my nails stretch out, dig into his pallette, and realized they must be hurting him.

"Maybe... just one touch." I thought, as I stared down at my bobbing red cock, with slitted yellow eyes.

"Yes, just one. That's all you need, one touch. Touch my head. Or if you want, we can make things physically interesting, and touch other places--touch my penis... make it your own.

I bent... feeling the heat intensifying as his lips shut out the outside air, and my knees trembled, and thickened, and metamorphosed into haunches... I could not support myself like this... I had to let go! The weight was crushing me...

I felt my tongue hang down low, out of my mouth. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad--to just let go. Just once, and let the fox have a change. I shifted my right hand, brought it away from the roof of his mouth, and supported with the other... just for a second. Just one... one touch.

The claw made contact with my changed, ovular glans... and it began to squirt slick white fluid. I eagerly grabbed it and pulled... and stroked... my vulpine member.

"Oh yeah... that's right. Ohh god... alright... alright!"

I masturbated, drooling, feeling my whiskers sprout as jizz ran down them--feeling my tail puff out with bushy fur, and my thumbs shrink into dewclaws, as my clenched teeth changed into fangs. Finally I couldn't get a grip any more. I slipped down into his mouth, and his jaws closed tight as I flailed for solid ground.

I was scrambling on four paws now, trying to pull myself up out of the slippery throat. But a waterfall of drool--no--semen--gushed down on me. It was stinky, fish smelling stuff. It washed over me--a drenched rat of a red fox--making it impossible to get a grip. Soon, I realized, it was slicking the throat, squirting out from beneath me... from my trembling, needy cock!

"Almost! Deeper! Further!"

I slid down, and was caught in his hot, spasming esophagial muscles. I felt the blissful pleasure of orgasm dropping me into near unconsciousness, as they quaked and pulled me, further and further inside the fox, massaging my dick--drawing me into sexual oblivion.

I felt the hot rush of fluids, the burning on my skin as they spilled me out into his stomach... the gurgling of gas... and a violent bubbling, like a jacuzzi--

"URRRRRRP!"

--his last belch as I drowned in an ocean of transformation and churning semen, as my body dissolved away into his being, the last of it, my cock, squirting cum before itself being converted into so much fox goop.

"Ah... ah... whooo."

"Oh my god..." I moaned, panting under the wet, sticky sheets.

"An... an interesting fantasy, to say the least. Is that... that how you see it? I'm 'eating' you?"

"You're... you're a monster. A horrible, horrible monster." I breathed with relief.

"I will keep that... in mind then." He whispered softly.

Then we slumped off together into sticky, contented, and mutual sleep.