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A little (read 15,000 words) story I had wanted to do for a while about body and gender swapping. I wrote it mainly to do something with some yiff, but there's by no means a paper thin plot.

It was enjoyable to write something in third person for a change. Not sure how well that turned out though. Let me know what you think.

A little warning though, the use of he and she pronouns does get a little strange. They'll all correctly used, but it may seem odd to see his to refer to a woman's body part.

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F-Change

"I can't believe that you just keep letting her do things like that to you, dude." The blond haired man sitting next to a short orange and white cat morph said.

"Yeah, I don't know why that fox continues to pick on you, James." Replied the tabby, dressed in the same blue button down uniform as his two lunch room friends at the table. "We all thought she'd grow up after high school and leave you alone. But it's been two months since the semester started and she's still playing jokes on you."

The other brown haired human at sitting at the collapsible metal and wood table groaned and continued to squirm in his gray plastic chair, trying to fish out whatever cold wet object the vixen had put down the back of his shirt. "Nothing I do does anything. I've tried ignoring her, talking to teachers, even trying to get back at her. Sam just keeps bothering me."

The university's large ceramic floor tiled cafeteria is usually packed around the normal lunch time between morning and afternoon classes, and today is no exception. A few packed used bulletin boards line one of the room's dull white painted block walls, along the side students queue up for meals. The only color contrast at all comes from the red of the mandated fire extinguishers around the room at predetermined locations. Not even the stainless steel glistening from the kitchen does much to bring life to the rather mono-shaded room.

"I don't know what to do about this anymore." James said, looking at the offending cube of ice briefly before tossing it to the floor under him. "Maybe the head administrator Mr. Anderson can do something. At least something more than our old high school principal did."

"Maybe Sammy's doing it cause she likes you or something?" The taller human of the trio inquired, trying to say it with a straight face. The orange and white striped feline joins in with his neighbor's laughter, while the other rolls his eyes and dismisses the comment.

James took another bite of the pizza on his tray while his friends finish their amusement. At least it was Friday. Pizza always tastes less like cardboard on Fridays he thought, trying to get that brown and white fox girl out of his mind. "I'm sure that's really why, Mark. Why else would someone constantly put ice cubes down my shirt, and draw all over my car in markers, and..."

"And that one time back in 10th grade English, she somehow handed in that fake essay with your name on it, and the teacher thought you actually wrote some elaborate thing about how kibble pellets were the best form of food for everyone." Mark interrupted with a wide grin.

"That paper was quite well written too. Mrs. Smith was impressed that you'd go though such lengths to not write about the book we were reading." The cat added in between mouthfuls of his own pizza. "And you got in some trouble when Samantha hid the live squirrel in your backpack, only to have it jump out during class and scare the hell out of everyone."

"Yeah, we get it Tom. I got detention for a week from her little joke too." James responded, none too pleased with his past being dug up like that. The fox had gone to elementary school with all of them, but she didn't begin playing these games with him until they were freshmen in high school. Thanks to her, he always thought, school was a nightmare. Nobody else wanted to be friends with 'the kid who kept getting bullied by a girl.'

"Look, lunch is almost over and I want to run to the bathroom before my next class and clean up." James said, getting up to toss his styrofoam tray in the garbage. "I'll see you both in the dorm later."

Last class of the day, chemistry. Then it's two whole days free from that fox's pranks. Just have to make it through this one final class with her. I think Mrs. White is supposed to be doing some demonstration today too, if I remember right. Hopefully it's more interesting than just taking notes...

The chemistry classroom isn't a very large one. Most of them on campus aren't. There may be seating for 20 in here, but the class usually only has 15 or 16 people. A fair mix of humans and anthros of varying varieties make up the student body situated in older style metal and wood desks. The individual seats are arranged in a half circle around the professor's table and whiteboards up at the front.

James and a few others made it to the room before their teacher, who needed to get a few last minute items from the storage room for her presentation today. The gray and black rabbit in a womens' casual dress suit of the same color of dark blue as everyone else brought in a small box and placed it up on her table with the other containers of chemicals she was preparing for class today.

It doesn't take long for everyone else, including Samantha, to arrive and take their seats. James had usually sat on the opposite end of the room as the vixen whenever possible, for obvious reasons. While both were in up in the front of the rows of desks, one was seated on the far right and the other far left. Not that being up front always saved the man from humiliation, but it did make things harder for the vulpine trickster to make her move.

Much to everyone's disappointment, Mrs. White's demonstration neither took long or was all too showy. One of those 'textbook suggested' kinds of things she told her students. It was almost all note taking and reading as energetic lapin filled both of the white dry erase boards in front of her with formulas and other bits of information nobody thought was important.

James wasn't alone in glancing up to check the clock frequently. Everyone seemed to be anxious to want to get their weekend started, and it came as some small shock to him when his professor had dismissed all her students except him and Samantha.

"Great." James thought, sighing at his own apprehension as he watched everybody else pack up and leave. "I figured I didn't do so great on the test last week, but did I really do bad enough to make her keep me after to talk to? And what about Sam? Did she do badly too or something?"

Waiting for the trio to be alone before speaking, Mrs. White went about cleaning off the boards and readying her presentation for her class later. "Oh my, I seem to be short one of these reagents. I know you two must be eager to go, but would you mind if I ran to the storeroom to get some more before it gets locked for the weekend?"

"It's not like we've really got much choice, do we?" James replied, paying no attention to the fact that his left leg had been bouncing with a mind of its own for several minutes now.

Sam opens her long vulpine muzzle wide to yawn, flat red tongue sticking out momentary before propping her head up with her arm. "Fine, wake me up when you get back Mrs. white."

The rabbit morph chuckled, and left the room shutting the wooden door behind her. The average built man continued to absentmindedly stare at the time piece on the wall, all the while still fidgeting around in his wooden seat. James had no idea when it was that his head laid itself down on his arms, but it wasn't before long that he too was passed out in the classroom.

Normally whenever he'd slept on a desk like that, James would've woken up with a sore neck and arms, but oddly enough this time felt like an exception. Whatever the professor had to say to them must have went in one ear and out the other, as all he could vaguely remember was some sort of unusual smell, stumbling around, and softness. Something very soft, and very close. Quite the strange dream, and stranger still to be out long enough to be dreaming in class.

"Oh look who's done with their little nap." A feminine voice unfamiliar to James calls out at the sound of him stirring. "Thought it was quite hilarious to get a call from Mrs. White to help walk you back to your room, cause you couldn't seem to do it on your own. Should've let me know you had a good time planned like that. I've have wanted to join you."

"What're you talking about?" James moaned, realizing that he was no longer in chemistry class, but rather in a bed under a blanket. "And... wait? What's wrong with my voice?"

Throwing off the covers from his upper body, he quickly sits upright and notices several things wrong with the situation. "What am I talking about? What are you talking about? Your voice sounds the same to me Sammy." The other person said from across the room.

"Samantha. Of course it had to be another one of her stupid jokes." James thought at first, seeing the dorm room he was in looked nothing like his. Or at least wasn't decorated the same. Just about all the rooms were the same size and setup. Two beds, two desks, an attached bathroom, and just enough space leftover to put in a TV and chair or something.

However, this one didn't the desktop computer on his desk, or the mini-fridge that belonged to Mark. No, this room had looked like a pair of women had been sharing it for months. Where James' computer should have been was instead a collection of brushes, hair bands, and other feminine personal products. Neither him or his roommate put any kind of posters or decorations up onto the cream colored walls, yet this place had several posters for musicians and bands no self-respecting man would like.

And the almost nude skunk morph sitting at the other desk didn't belong there either. I mean, it's not exactly a bad sight, considering the black of her bra was nearly indistinguishable from the black and white of her fur as she sat turned to look at the bed across the room from her. But still. It's not Mark, who it was supposed to be. And that made it a problem.

"You feeling alright Sam? It's strange enough that I had to help carry you back here, but now you're acting all strange." The skunk inquired, watching her roommate examining all the details of their room as if some stranger to all of it.

"Strange?" James responded with a tone of shock and disorientation, looking down at the current enigma that was himself. "What's strange is that I'm covered with fur and have a muzzle. I don't know what you and Sam did to me this time, but the jokes over. This is going way too far."

The striped skunk turned her head to the side in confusion at the sound of James' words. She either had no idea what was going on, or was one hell of an actor. "Joke? What joke? What are you talking about? Amy put you up to this, didn't she? That husky is almost as bad as you are with that human boy you're always picking on."

"Human boy? You mean James? I'm James. Samantha needs to get in here and take this stuff off me. Where is she?" He replied, trying to brush the brown fur off his arm. Whatever she used to put this stuff on it was holding tight. But strangely enough it didn't feel like it was a suit or even glued on. The brushing actually felt quite nice on both James' arm, and whatever they used for black paw pads on the palms his hands and undersides of the fingers.

"I think you're the one who needs to stop with the jokes Sammy. You're starting to scare me." She said, leaning back in the rolling computer chair. The sight of the fox girl on the bed trying to take off her snout and fur disturbed the skunk in a deeply fundamental way. This was not like her roommate at all. She was a bit of a trickster, but all of this was extreme, even for her.

Realizing that the fur and facial parts aren't going to come off quite so easily, James began to check for the extent of this little game. The large ears on top of his head didn't want to come off either, and pulling on them was somewhat painful. And the fact that the whole ear had feeling all over only confused and irritated him further.

He turned his attention downward toward the pair of breasts that now stuck out from his blue uniform shirt. From that angle it was hard to tell exactly how large they were, probably a B or maybe C, but it didn't matter. They're not his, they're not supposed to be there.

Although the feeling of them in his hands was satisfying, for reasons James could not explain. How Sam got them to feel so real, and so... sensitive; even though the shirt and probably the bra they dressed him in he had to give them credit for. She hadn't cut any corners making this as realistic as it was. The fur must have cost a fortune. Even faux fur is kind of expensive he thought.

Freaked out as the skunk already was, she was not prepared for when James stuck his hand down below the blanket still covering his legs and waist. His discovery at just how real it was forced him to shout and jump out of the bed.

"Oh fuck no you did not!" James howled out, kicking the covers off himself. Standing on the brown and black circular rug that covered the center of the room, he briefly noticed that his legs bent funny, and that his feet were animal paws. But this short distraction did nothing to change the anger that kept his hand patting at his groin.

"Bullshit! If this isn't some temporary thing I swear that fox is going to regret doing this to me this time!" He continued, trying to work open the belt that held up the deep blue clothen shield to his legs. James eventually fumbled the black leather constriction loose, and with complete disregard for the other person in the room pulled down his pants and underwear down free of the fluffy tail he was none too pleased to see either, to get the complete answer he was looking for.

James's eyes only confirmed what his hand had suggested, having fallen to the rug in order to get the best view possible of the mystery that chewed at his very soul. He brought his hand back down again to dispel any lingering doubt at the sight of the pink furry slit between his legs, plunging his entire forefinger into his very sudden and very real depths.

"That fox went too far this time! Where is she!? Where's Samantha!?" James shouted out as he tried to climb to his feet, only to have the partially drawn pants bind and trip him back down again.

The skunk, who had been watching the whole display in a growing terror, continued to cower behind the black faux leather of her chair. "I don't know what you're talking about. You are Samantha! You need to top all this right now. You're taking it way too far and it's scaring me."

Pants hiked back up enough to walk, James marches over to the bathroom in rage to look for the object of his fury. At first glance, he thought the reflection in the mirror above the sink was the target he so desperately sought, but further inspection only made his heart sink deeper.

Somehow, James was Samantha. No longer the human male he was this morning, but a furry brown and white vixen. How this was even possible, he had no clue. One more question crossed his mind standing in the blue walled and white tile floored bathroom. Where was his body?

If he was Samantha, did that mean that she was James? Or what happened to them then? The complex and paradoxical possibilities that ran though the fox's head served only to irritate him further as he brought both hands up to cover his face as if in pain at the ideas.

"Hey, are you alright?" Samantha's roommate asked, still watching from her chair. It was becoming quite clear that all of this was no prank or joke to either person. Both the anthropomorphic fox and skunk stared silently for what felt like an unmeasurable amount of time, slowing accepting the situation before them.

Eventually, James let out a deep sigh and walked out of the bathroom to Sam's bed to lay back down. Flopping onto the messy white sheets, his paw hands make their way up over his face again, covering the fox's eyes with elbows propped up into the air.

"So what's going on Sam? Are you done playing around now?"

"I don't know how to explain this, as even I don't know what's going now." James says, not removing his paws from his face. "But somehow, I'm not Samantha. I'm James in Samantha's body. I don't know what happened to her, or where she might be at right now, but I'd guess that she might somehow have found herself in my body since I have hers."

It takes a minute for his words to sink in, the skunk girl just sitting there as if taken aback. "You're not joking around are you?"

"No. I'm not. And I'm sorry for lashing out at you earlier, miss?"

"I'm Kathy, but you should know that, right?"

James shakes his head and finally removes the covers from his eyes. "Kathy. Right. I've seen you with Sam before, but quite honestly, most of you anthros look the same to me. No offence. I'm sure us humans all look the same to you too."

Katharine opens her mouth to say something, but falls short with a look of guilt about her. "So if you're really James and not Sammy, then what are you going to do now? You're in a really weird spot going from male to female, and human to anthro like that. Are you even allowed in the women's dorm then?"

"I don't know. It's already too late at night to try and talk to anyone, and I'm just going to think about it some more. Unless Samantha shows up tonight, I'll see what I can do about tracking her, and my body down tomorrow."

James and Kathy sit quietly for some time, trying occasionally to break the silence with awkward conversation. Doubt had all but left the skunk fem's mind when she jokingly mentioned that she went though the box under Sam's bed, knowing that the fox flips out if she ever brings it up. James calmly told her he had no idea what was under there. For Sammy to get that angry about her privacy, he speculated it must have been some kind of sex toy or a secret diary of sorts.

Morning came without interruption from outside the dorm, and like clockwork James got up and made his way into the bathroom. Instinctually he stood in front of the toilet and pulled down his blue uniform pants. Whether because of just getting up, or the nearly two decades of repetition he'd had, it took the vixen a moment to realize his slight error in operation.

"Ah, son of a bitch." He mumbled to himself before correcting the situation to accommodate his recent change in biology. "Great. This... this is just great. What did I do to deserve all this? So much more work now for something that used to be so simple."

"Oh no I'm so sorry!" James hears as he realizes his second mistake of leaving the wooden bathroom door to his right open. Typically, unless other people were over or something, he'd never bother to close the door. After all, if there wasn't anyone to walk in on you like this he usually thought, why go through the motions?

Because of the way the dormitory bathrooms were setup, the little square room's entrance was on one side of one of the adjoining wall to the bedroom with the toilet to its left and stand up shower stall and sink on the far side. There was no way to see if someone was using it from the outside until it was too late.

"I heard you getting up a little bit ago, and thought you had left to find James... I mean Sam." The equally embarrassed skunk continued, turning away from the doorway. "I didn't see you in here, and the bathroom door was open so I thought it was empty. I was going to take a shower. I'm so sorry for walking in on you like that."

James groaned, knowing that he was the one who should be apologizing . "No, it's my fault. Should've shut the door."

"Well, were you going to take a shower first then?"

"Yeah I suppose so. Where does Sam keep her clean clothes?"

Katharine points to the drawers that every student's bed had under them. "Under her bed, I think. Oh, and I'd grab two towels too. One might be enough for humans, but with all that fur to dry you need more. Don't want to smell like wet fox do you?" She said, laughing at her own rhetorical question.

"Damn," he thought, momentary surprised at the choice of attire under the bed. "I didn't know she had all sorts of this weird colored underwear and stuff. Aren't there any normal looking clothes in here?" James grabs up a clean change of clothes and returns to the bathroom, shutting the door this time.

He starts the water, giving it time to warm up and begins to undress himself nervously. James hadn't ever had the chance to be with any girls, and had never seen them naked before. Well, I mean he had, but it's not as if pictures and videos are the same thing. But not anthro women. Because of Samantha he'd had very little interest, at least sexually, in them.

Conflicting moral dilemmas began crossing the fox's head as he unbuttoned the deep blue shirt, revealing the emerald green bra covering the two soft mounds under creamy white fur atop his chest. Tossing the previous day's garment to the floor, James looked down to see the pattern of colors on his torso. His belly was almost all a shade of milky off-white, and his sides and back, at least what could be seen; was a tanish brown with inconsistent streaks of a darker more regular brown.

"I'm not going to get in trouble for doing this am I? Sam would probably kill me if she found out I saw her naked. But she's not here now, is she? Right now, this is my body? Right? I should be able to look at and do what I want with my own body, shouldn't I? But this is supposed to be Sam's body, not mine..."

Slowly, mostly because he didn't know what he was doing, James unhooked and removed the wall of green that shielded his breasts from the outside world. The sudden exposure to the still cool air brought a chill to his spine as the article of clothing was tossed on the first. "So fox anthros, or maybe just Sam have pale pink nipples too?" He thought, seeing a familiar looking below him.

If James had thought himself worried just now, his long muzzled mouth started to dry up as he nervously unzipped and worked the same pair of pants he'd twice before removed from his similarly brown colored digitigrade legs. Sure, the vixen even exposed himself to someone the first time around, but that was different. That was to find something out in anger. This time he couldn't shake the curious sexual undertones that drove him to find out more about something completely new to him.

Even though James had looked at them before, he didn't notice the matching green color of the panties that was soon all he had between him and getting in the shower. With a grin of embarrassment about his face, the cotton fabric worked its way down the soft medium length fur of the fox's legs until they hit the white tile of the bathroom floor. James stepped out from them and opened the six foot opaque glass door of the floor to ceiling shower stall.

By now the water was plenty warm, and reaching in to fine tune the temperature, the fox's brown arm and black paw began to get weighed down taking on the water in its fur. "Oh wow." James yelped, stepping into the running water before him. "This feels like I weigh twice as much in here. I wonder what going swimming would be like?"

Grabbing the bottle of shampoo soap Kathy had told him belonged to Samantha, James started at the top, working the solution into his head and neck, trying to avoid getting it into his larger ears. When he got down to his chest, the vixen looked around the stall as if guilty of something. Not that there was anyone else in the room, or that anyone could see him though the cloudy glass if there was.

If there was a line between trying to get clean, and just playing with yourself, James had clearly crossed it. He ran the soft pads of his paw hands over every square inch of his chest, exploring his new body in the name of hygiene. His new nipples were far more sensitive the fox thought, as he alternated between palming his entire breast and just using a finger or two.

James wasn't even sure how long he spent cleaning himself in the same spot, but eventually a short temporary dip in water temperature brought him back to reality, causing him to abandon the sensual massage he was quite enjoying. "Oh, right, right. Shower time. Not science time." He joked.

The rest of his chest, legs, and tail, which looked like it was covered in heavy wet downward spikes as he tried to hold it upright, were scrubbed though quickly. Making up for time he tried convincing himself, for the ever naughtier thoughts that kept coming to his mind. "Nobody will ever know. And it's not like she doesn't owe me after all she's put me though. Who's it going to hurt if I try having a little fun?"

The necessary rationalization reached, James slowly brings one paw down along his wet belly fur to the final spot that needed cleaning. Unlike the last exploration into the changes that befell him, full of fury and anger, this time was expected to be much more entertaining.

This was something he'd wanted to do for years, and now was his chance, albeit not quite the circumstances James had hoped for. But it'll just have to do, as something is better than nothing in this case. Carefully, trying to savor the moment, James ran his fingers down both sides of his furry vulva and along the wet pink slit between them; exploring his new sex not in rage, but for pleasure.

The initial sensations, not at all dulled by the warm water continually running down his back, were just a taste of what he'd hoped for. The fox continued to rub and explore, trying to find all the best places he'd seen and heard of. The teasing he'd been giving himself paid off in more ways than one, finding and coaxing the little pink pearl of his clit out of the wet fur covering it.

James had nearly lost his balance on the white gritty textured shower floor, over stimulating himself too much too soon. He sat down on the floor, leaning back against one of the plastic walls and bending his knees to fit in the stall without popping the door open and continued his little exploration.

This time he took his search a little deeper, starting with just one wet finger and slowly burying it from view inside his easily accommodating sex. The feeling was made all the better by just how wrong this all was he thought, sliding the second finger in; enjoying the increased sensation of fullness inside himself as he worked the duo in and out.

Almost out of instinct, James brought his other paw down to pick up where he left off before sitting down, being more careful this time. The combined effect of both hands working himself had caused the vixen to shut his eyes and pick up the pace of his breathing. Inexperienced as he was with this new set of equipment, it was still almost better than relieving himself of some of the hardest erections he'd had in the past.

It wasn't long until he was nearing the end of his little experiment, and having bottomed his fingers out on the fist of his paw hand he had to rely on speed and touch rather than size to bring it about. Clenching his mouth down tighter and tighter, legs beginning to twitch and spasm involuntarily, James worked himself to the climax he so desperately hoped for. He'd damn near thought he was going to lose his fingers when his walls clamped down on them still inside of himself.

When finally able to pull himself free and hobble back to his feet, the fox cleaned his hands and groin off for real this time, before turning the water off and standing naked, dripping in contemplation over his recent actions. "Well that was rather good." James says, as the air around him begins to chill his wet fur. "Maybe this won't be so bad after all, if I can keep that up."

The fox is about to open the metal framed glass door, when an idea hits him. "Wait, I wonder if I can shake off some of this water like my dogs used to? Or will it just make me sort of dizzy?" He shrugs his shoulders and gives it a go. Other than smacking his tail into the wall, making James wince in pain momentary, it seemed to have helped. He guessed.

"Well, Kathy was right about needing more than one towel. This one is already soaking wet and I'm not dry enough yet. I guess I'll hang them both up on the second rack on the wall to try and dry them a little."

Getting redressed in clean clothing was far less sensual then the removal just a little bit ago, but for the life of him James could not get the bra back on. "Ahhh, come on! How the hell is this supposed to work?" He growled.

"Is everything okay in there Sa... James?" The voice outside the bathroom door calls out. "Do you need help or anything?"

This was quite an embarrassing little turn of events for the till recently man. On one hand, yes, he could use help. On the other, is it socially acceptable to take help from her? And the same question that bothered him earlier still nagged at his mind. Even though he, James the human male was into women before; would it be considered gay to like them now, even though he was female? Or what?

He didn't want to consider himself a homophobe or anything, but which way was he supposed to go in his current form. It really was quite the philosophical quandary that would take some time, and probably self discovery to solve.

"Uh... I'm having trouble getting my bra on." The fox answered after a brief pause. "I've never done anything with one before, especially put it on myself. And these claw tipped fingers are still new to me."

"Do you want a hand then? I can show you how they're supposed to go on." Katharine giggled, making James more uncomfortable at the fear of being judged now for inexperience at handling these matters.

"I... I suppose so?" He replied nervously. The door behind the vixen creaked open, bringing in with the skunk an air much colder than the steam filled bathroom he was standing in, topless. James was half expecting her to laugh at him for needing help, but she legitimately went through the process of explaining how it works and what to do to put them on.

The one thing that felt somewhat awkward for him was how casually and frequently Katharine kept placing her paws over his breasts during all of it. He really wasn't sure if that part was so necessary, or that maybe the skunkette was trying to just feel him up. "Were her and Samantha in that kind of relationship?" James wondered. "Should I say anything? Or just let it go? Or should I act on it and take it a step further, because that's what they both would normally do?"

"Well, that should do it for you then. Do you get what to do now?" Kathy asked as James buttoned up his shirt. "Let me know if you have any other questions about things like that. I'd be happy to explain them to you."

Her answer did not help the fox and his wondering. "Alright, I guess. I dunno what else there is that I might need to know though. I mean just how different is being a female anthro from a human male?"

She laughed at his question whole heartedly. "Oh there's plenty different. Did you rely on your nose much before? Or how about going into heat?"

"No, not really. And I can't quite say that's something I've ever experienced."

"Well, just to let you know you'd better get used to that nose of yours. I can smell why it took you so long in the shower."

James didn't know whether the skunk was telling the truth or just messing with him. His face lit up like a Christmas tree in response either way. "Samantha's not going to get mad at me for what I did, is she? She wouldn't know unless you told her would she?"

"She might get upset if she knew you did it. But it's not like it's anything new to that vixen." Kathy replied, grinning deviously. "I think I can be persuaded to keep a secret though. I'll let you know when it's time to collect on that little favor."

Her proposition did nothing to help the poor fox. As a matter of fact all it managed to do was raise further question over the two's relationship. This made him to fidget and shift his vision around uncomfortably looking for something, anything to get out of this ever deepening hole he was falling in.

"So James, what're you planning on doing today then?" Kathy said, shattering the deafening walls of his silence. "Going to go see if Sam is at your place, or go talk to somebody about this? You were in chem last, so maybe you should start there?"

"I... I suppose you have a point." James replied, scratching at the back of his head with one hand. "Maybe I'll go see if..."

Whatever he was going to say was cut off by loud pounding at the dormitory room door, causing the fox to jump in shock. Katharine, who was still as half naked as she was the day before, went to answer the commotion at the gray metal door.

"Where is he!? Where's that bastard at with my body!" The voice behind the door shouts as the skunk turns the handle and swings it open. The very familiar figure forces himself in, pushing past Kathy in an attempt to find his quarry.

"There you are! Give me back my body you, you body stealing son of bitch!" He yells grabbing James by both shoulders and giving him a good shake. "What did you do to me!? Why am I in your body and not mine!? Change me back now!"

The fox grabbed the human's wrists and pushed him off, trying to take some control of the crazy situation. "I didn't do anything! I just woke up and everything was like this! I have no idea what's happening. At first I thought this was another one of your stupid pranks!"

"This isn't some stupid prank James, this is serious!" Samantha retorted, fist clenched and arm shaking. "What are we supposed to do now? I can't go on in your crappy human body. I need my own! I need my soft fur and fluffy brown tail back!"

Katharine moves herself in between the fox and man, trying to break up their heated argument. Thankfully she shut the door before the yelling got too loud. "Hey, there's no need to be at each other's throats here. I'm sure there's a solution to all this somewhere. What were both of you doing up till the changes?"

Both angry parties stopped staring daggers at each other, and turned to the skunk standing in the middle of the room. Samantha gave the same tale James did about being asked to stay late in chemistry class yesterday, and waking up in the wrong place. Apparently Mrs. White had also asked Mark to help his roommate back to their dorm too.

"So the similarities start and end in there." Kathy commented after hearing both sides of the story. "Maybe instead of blaming each other like this, you should work together to figure it out. Unless the both of you don't mind being each other for the time being."

"No way!"

"Like hell!"

"Well then, what are you gonna do?" Katharine continued, black and white furred arms crossed over her chest. Everyone obviously knew the answer, but no one wanted to just out and say it. After all, isn't it just easier to keep pointing fingers like children rather than solving your problems the right way? Either way, the trio stood in a stereotypical awkward silence for minutes, letting pride keep the status quo.

"Look, if you're just going to stand there and pout I'm going to go and take the shower I wanted to. Go talk to Mrs. White, or maybe Mr. Anderson the headmaster. Or, just go on with your lives like nothing happened. Doesn't bother me any."

James moans and shakes his head at being told like it was. The skunk was right. Those really were the only options available to them right now. "Fine. Come on Sam. Let's go see if Mrs. White is in today."

Samantha didn't like being told what to do either, but didn't seem to want to be a human even more. She begrudgingly affirmed the idea, and the mismatched pair left the room after grabbing a door key. The only sounds either one heard in the tiled hallways from the dormitory to science wing were the sound of their own footsteps and the occasional passing student chatting on a phone.

Surprisingly, and oddly lucky for them, the gray rabbit was in fact there today. Her reaction to seeing the man and the vixen enter her classroom on a Saturday was quite surprising. Most teachers and professors weren't there on the weekends, but sometimes a few had to actually be there to setup for lectures and demonstrations.

"Oh hey there you two, how're you doing today? Looking to do a little after hours studying?" Mrs. White laughs as she sees the couple make their way through the metal and wood desks to the front of the room.

James is the first to respond to the black lop eared professor sitting behind the large wooden table that doubled as her desk. "Unfortunately no, not today Mrs. White. We're here about something else. Something you might have trouble believing."

"Yeah! Somehow I'm in James' body and he's in mine." The short blond haired man continues. "We don't know what's going on or anything, but we both remember being in here last before it happened."

The well dressed lapin is clearly taken aback by her students' claims, pausing to let it all in. The very notion was quite absurd. It's the kind of thing that would get people labeled as 'jokesters,' or even 'crazies.' But here they stood, the unlikeliest of pairs either working together as part of some grand trick, insane, or actually telling the truth to the dazed woman.

Mrs. White knew the fox was always playing pranks on James, and wouldn't ever be able to get him to cooperate with her like this. It also seemed almost impossible that both of them were not only crazy enough to think they've been body swapped, but would come in here at the same time and confess it to her. So in her mind that left just one possibility.

"That's quite the story to believe from you. How do I know you're both not just trying to pull my leg? Hmmm?" The rabbit inquired with a smile that tried to hide her true thoughts.

James upturned his palms in front of him in frustration at her playful reluctance to accept what shouldn't by any rights be a believable story. "Why would we be lying about something like this? I know I didn't want to be a fox girl. I was fine being human."

"And I don't want to be him. Can't you help us at all?" Samantha continued, looking over at her former self.

"I don't know what to say." Mrs. White responded. "I really don't have much of a solution to this one. Maybe it'll work itself out if you spend enough time together or something."

"Hmph. It's bad enough that I'm stuck in his body. I don't really want to have to spend time with that loser now too." Sam crossed her arms and upturned her head at the suggestion. "Don't you have a scientific solution to this or something?"

Laughter was the professor's reply to that question. "And just how would science help solve this? I don't think you can just go to a hospital and ask them to swap your brains just like that."

"Well, is there anything you think we can do about our situation then?" The vixen sighed, as if defeated. "Anything at all? I'm already going to have a hard time trying to explain to my friends and other teachers that I'm a fox all of a sudden."

Mrs. White brought her paw up to the gray fur under her chin and paused to think a moment as James and Samantha eagerly awaited a solution. Any solution. "No, I really don't know what to say. You'll just have to work with each other on this one." She chuckled in her sort of high pitched tone. "I suppose I'll let your other professors know your situation, so you can continue attending your normal classes. In the meantime, maybe you should explore your new selves a little before trying to go back. It's not every day that you get to experience something as exotic as this."

James knew exactly was she was implying as he tried his damndest to not look so guilty in front of Sam. And his counterpart either didn't get a chance to try anything for herself, or had no interest. At least not yet. Curiosity eventually gets the best of everyone. And something like this is a proverbial wet dream of curiosity just waiting to explored.

"Fine. If you don't know what's going on either, I guess we'll just go back to my room and try and figure it out on our own." Samantha stated as she rolled her eyes, trying to make the rabbit out to be the bad guy here. "Come on James. Let's go."

"Oh, one last thing before we go." The brown fox said as he was getting up. "What about dorm rooms? Who's room do we stay in now?"

"Mmmm... I think you'll probably have to stick to the school's gender rules for that." She answered, leaning back in her inexpensive looking brown office chair. "That is, James the fox would have to sleep in Sam's room, and Sam the human would have to sleep in James' room. Naturally there aren't any rules against spending time in each other's rooms, but you can't just up and relocate yourselves however you want."

The former vixen led on as Mrs. White bid them farewell, jokingly emphasizing the whole experimentation thing again as they left the classroom. Their return walk though the same reddish brown floored and white painted block hallways was as talkative as the first. Samantha was mostly frustrated and James mostly dejected. Their only lead was a bust. Now what do they do? The professor's idea of 'working things out together' and 'new-self exploration' seemed more like a canned response than a real suggestion to either of them.

Sam opened up the large gray metal dorm room door and plopped herself down on her bed, the blankets and sheets still tossed about from James' sleeping there. The fox takes a seat at the cluttered desk, hoping to find an answer to this problem sooner rather than later. Katharine had apparently left at some point too, not being seen or heard anywhere in the room. This was the first time the pair had been in the same room together, alone, well, ever. James knew better than to expose himself to his vulpine joker and had been avoiding her for years.

"So now what? Are we really supposed to simply just act like all this is normal now? Tom and Mark won't ever let it go. They're gonna tease me forever now too." The fox rested his head on his arm, pushing brushes and bottles to make room on the desk.

"It better not be." Samantha retorts matter of factly, fighting the shoes off her feet and tossing them onto the floor. "I don't want you doing things to my body either. It's still mine and I make the rules."

"Oh, right. I'm sure it's fair for you to be making the rules up for both of us isn't it?"

James' sarcasm elicited only a sarcastic laugh from the human on the bed. "Ha, ha, ha. No, I'm saying I don't want you doing perverted and inappropriate things to my body. And you have to keep me looking good. I don't want you to be messing up my nice soft fur. I spent a lot of time getting it the way I like it. Not about to let someone ruin all my hard work."

The fox waved his other brown and black paw at the selfish notions and just shook his head, still supported above the desk. "Like I'm going to spend perfectly good time doing all that. If you want all brushed, come over here and do it yourself."

The sound Sam made in response to that would probably have been a growl, had she been her old self. Instead it came out as more of a humming groan, not at all threatening to anyone. Clearly, she was as familiar with her new body as James was of his.

"So if I'm supposed to be doing all this for your benefit, what are you going to be doing for mine?" James sighed, unaware of the slow pendulum like swing of his fluffy tail behind him. "Keep my face shaved?"

"I never understood why you humans always insisted on cutting away your fur all the time. Both the men and women do it. If you've got it there, it's probably there for a reason."

Samantha had a good point. Why were they compelled to trim away certain hair to bare skin so frequently? What made having or not having that on your body something that nearly all of them make an effort towards? Humans do shed hair like anthros and animals, maybe not to the same degree, but what's the difference that makes them the only ones to go out of their way to remove it by force?

That was something James didn't know the answer to either. He just did it because everyone else seemed to. It never occurred to him to question something so little like that. What other nonsensical things did humans do like that? Something to defiantly think about, but not right now he thought.

Neither of the mismatched couple had much to say about personal care after that one. Who's to argue the reasons why they did the silly things they did? Was there really much purpose to all the combing and brushing Sam did? What was it that made her any better with fur that shimmered and shined? The same thing that made James better with a clean cut chin?

"Well, if we can't do anything about this together right now, I'm going to go back to my room and try to relax. I wanted to spend my weekend doing things on my computer, but then all this happened." The fox said, getting up out of the chair. "I'm sure you had things you wanted to do too. Schoolwork or something maybe."

"Yeah, I did have plans." She replied, glaring at him as if the source of all the problems. "Plans that involved me and my body. Not yours."

"Oh? And what is that I can't do that you could?"

"Nothing you need to know about." Sam answered, finally bringing herself to sit upright again. "And no, not like that either you pervert."

James just rolled his eyes and exhaled swiftly. "Uh huh. Right. I'm taking your spare room key. I'm sure you've already got mine anyway. Not like we won't be needing them soon enough. I'll be back later tonight I guess."

Before Samantha could say anything back the gunmetal gray door shut behind him, leaving the incorrectly bodied human alone in the room that she really couldn't call hers for much longer. She just flops back down onto the bed, staring at the little black dots in the white overhead panels that make up the dorm's ceiling. Frustration and anger linger over her like a little black storm cloud out of an old cartoon.

"That jerk." Sam growls again weakly. "Running off with my body like that to go do who knows what. I bet he's just going to go fuck his roommate and everyone and ruin me like that. I don't know what I can possibly do though." She says, pounding her fist onto the bed.

"If he's going to do that to me, then I'll just have to do the same to him." Her face beginning to sport a devious smile from side to side, she takes the next step in the little plan for some preemptive revenge. It doesn't take long to unhook the brown leather belt holding up the same blue pants James had been wearing the day before. With no claws or anything to get in the way, Samantha notices just how quickly her new hands can work intricate things like that.

Like her counterpart earlier this morning, she too had seen her new equipment dealing with a similar mishap having to use the toilet. The former vixen had known just what to expect to see down there, but had the concept of 'morning wood' was completely new to her. Boy won't Mark be pissed when he finds that little mess.

Not bothering to have to pull down her clothes twice, the underwear comes off with the pants and into a lump on the floor. She takes a seat on the edge of the bed and takes a good hard look at what she has to work with. "Humans have such weird shaped cocks. There's no sheath, it doesn't taper to a point like us foxes, and I don't think they have knots either. And this hair isn't nearly as good as fur either."

Despite all the flaws she may have been trying to find, her thoughts and inquisitive fondling were quickly bringing her very unfox-like member to attention. And strangely enough, it felt good. Why wouldn't one of your hands massaging yourself feel good? Especially if you're only doing it to get back at someone too.

"Oh yeah, that's right... I think I'm going to need some kind of lube or something. Humans don't always get slick enough on their own. What do I have that would work?" Sam says, thinking out loud as she roots though the bottles and tubes on her desk next to the bed. The humor of the scene of a man searching though all those women's things, dressed only with a still closed up blue button down shirt, bent over sporting an erection was unfortunately lost on her. Or maybe it would look a little perverted, but not in that one's mind. As far as she was concerned they were her things and she was entitled to do what she wanted.

Finally something acceptable is found, a lotion to keep paw pads soft and supple. The white bottle with its respective brand and label was, unbeknownst to her and most anthros, the same stuff humans use both for this exact reason and in some cases its intended purpose of moisturizing skin. The only difference was a change in the name and packaging. A geniusly clever idea from the sellers of personal care products. Nobody ever bothered to read the labels to figure it out.

Samantha hadn't ever been with a man before, much like James' situation. The reasons were eerily similar too, and they were mostly her fault. At least everyone else figured. Sam couldn't ever figure out why no one wanted to date her. But they knew. Nobody wanted to go out with anybody who spent as much time as she did being a bully to some human kid.

"Alright then, just how is this supposed to work exactly..." She continued her open thinking as some of the fairly neutrally scented lotion went into her hand. "Just up and down I guess. Ooo..." The product felt much warmer in her hand than the other place where it went. Sam started to work it in, all over as her hand slid up and down her ever slickening shaft. This was the kind of thing that wasn't exactly rocket science to figure out.

It took her almost no time at all to figure out the section that felt the best in her hand, and focused her work towards that end of things. She went from watching herself pump, to closing her eyes and working blind, to laying on her back with legs still supporting the rest of her body from the floor.

Samantha had no idea how near to her conclusion of things she had been getting. Her body had been subtly tensing itself up. Toes were curling, breathing was quickening, heartbeat racing; she even had no idea that her other hand had been clenching itself up ever tighter as her primary grip had been growing just the same, faster and faster it moved around the very object of her loathing and retribution.

"Ahh!" She quickly and softly exclaimed having reached her climax, thighs twitching subconsciously to the very brief, but intense orgasm that preceded the firing of her gun. Sam may not have been aware which direction she was pointing the business end of it, but lucky for her the first shot was blocked from sticking her chest by the now dirty shirt she left on.

The entire experience was wholly unfamiliar to her as she had to so suddenly stop the stimulation that her hand had been providing. Her couple of weaker follow up loads were stopped by the same armor over her stomach, and she was left lying there gripping herself as whatever was left slowly oozed its way out and onto the top of her hand.

"Wow," she said, almost gasping for air. "Wow that was intense. No wonder men like doing it as much as they say they do. But maybe I should've thought about this a little beforehand. Now I've got this mess to cleanup."

Samantha wiped as much as she could off her gradually softening shaft, and picked up a dirty towel off the floor to clean herself with. She didn't care about her clothes or the white towel at this point. They could be washed and the whole thing hidden and forgotten about. At least until next time. There'll probably will be a next time too, the ex-fox secretly thought. That felt so great, and was so much easier and quicker than having to do things the with the other set of gear.

After washing her hands in the bathroom sink Sam swapped her shirt for pants, and decided it might be better to get some homework and studying in while her mind was as clear as it suddenly was. Sprawling out on the geometrically patterned brown and black rug with her books and laptop, the shirtless man laid on her belly and got to it. The occasional urge to go back and try some more of that sweat little revenge did cross her mind, but just passes as she continued to find it so much easier to type all of a sudden. There'll be plenty of time later for that, right?

Minutes turned to hours as Samantha lost track of everything trying to write one stupid paper or another. The first and only interruption came at the faint unexpected sound of tiny metal parts striking each other as the handle of the dorm room door turned and let some guest come in.

"Hey Sam, I'm back. It's starting to get pretty late, and I wa..." The brown fox interrupts himself at the sight of something strangely out of place here. "Where'd my... your shirt go? I can't imagine that rug feels that great to your bare skin. This is something I'd know, consider how long I've had it and all."

The human quickly pushed herself up to stand, and folds her arms needlessly across the rather flat chest she sported almost instinctively. "I... it got dirty and I had to take it off." Samantha replied, trying to not sound guilty or look silly hiding the presumed shameful body parts she didn't have any more.

"Oh, dirty huh? What'd you do? Spill something on it? You could've come by for some clean ones rather than lie around here half naked all day." Her modesty seemed all but lost on James as he stood there a few feet away from that very familiar sight. "Also you've got nothing to hide up there. Especially nothing I haven't seen every day for the last 18 or 19 years."

"Fine, whatever." Sam relaxed her arms and shook her head at his verbal prodding. "So what did you come back here for then? Weren't you having a good enough time with your roommate? Probably had your cat friend in there too I bet. You just couldn't wait to have fun at my expense huh?"

The human's own words were almost bringing her to the verge of tears. In that short amount of time, she had nearly convinced herself of his guilt without so much as believing anything else could've been even remotely possible. Meanwhile Sam had ignored the guilty little detail of why she really didn't have her shirt on in the first place.

"What!? No! I didn't do anything with Mark or Tom! I'm not like that! I don't like other men. Especially ones that are my long time friends." The vixen tried to defend himself against her accusations, despite how silly he sounded saying some of those things with the state he was in now. His tan triangular ears couldn't bring themselves down any flatter if he tried, or had any conscious control over them yet.

James sighed, finally noticing what Sam was doing to herself. "Look, I may have done a little exploration with myself in the shower this morning, but I did not do anything with anyone else. I was angry at you and a little curious. So I figured I'd try it. I'm sorry. It looks like we've gotten off to a bad start. Since we don't have any idea how long we're going to be like this, let's try to at least get along, right?"

The fox paw stuck out before Samantha was a genuine offer of apology. Was she going to accept their situation and new outlook after the day they both had went though? How were the two of them going to get though this? Would cooperation really do much to help find some kind of a solution? Or is there no going back to the way things where before yesterday?

For several strangely silent minutes James stood there staring at the rare sight that had been slowly trickling down his former face as he held out for a compromise from his counterpart. Sam had been staring at the floor occasionally running a hand across her face to wipe the uncomfortable salty liquid away.

When at last the fox got an answer, it wasn't quite one he had expected. Instead of grabbing his hand, or even telling him off, Samantha had taken the few steps and just wrapped her arms around him. Not only was this not quite awkward, but there was a certain... extraordinary sensation of touching yourself though another's hands.

Sam, who in the human's body, was a couple inches taller than she used to be buried her face right between James' furry ears on the top of his brown head. The vixen on the other hand, got quite the nose full with his muzzle up against her much less furry chest as he returned the motion of wrapping his arms around the shirtless man.

Oddly enough though, the first thought in James' head wasn't that whole thing seemed quite surreal. No, rather it was that he finally noticed just how bad he could smell after not bathing for more than a day. Did other people notice these things too? Maybe he thought. But maybe he was just overreacting at the overwhelming nearness of some all too familiar scent.

"I did the same thing too James." Samantha sobbed as the fox started to think he was almost being petted behind his back. "I was angry at you, and that's why your shirt got dirty. I'm sorry too."

"Look, we can get though this somehow. I don't know how yet, but maybe something will show up." James grimaced as he confirmed the bizarre feeling he felt over the shirt he was wearing. "Why don't you go back to my room, get cleaned up and some sleep. I already talked to Mark about all this, and he'll leave you alone If you tell him."

James let his hold of Samantha go, hoping she would do the same, but no such luck for him. The not quite so unpleasant stroking, even through the medium blue cotton shirt on his back continued and there didn't seem to be much he could do about it. "Sam, we can talk more about this tomorrow. Let's just get to bed. I'm tired, and I bet you are too. If you really want, you can pet me some more in the morning."

It wasn't immediate, but the fox was eventually released from his prison of flesh and bone. Slowly she backed away from him and picked up the soiled shirt and shoes off the floor. James could've sworn he'd heard the sound of whimpering coming from her, as close to the sound as a human could probably make. Samantha shut the lid on her laptop and picked it up off the floor, placing the machine on her desk before quietly slinking out the door.

For some reason, the vixen had wanted to empathize with how bad she had felt. The same thing had happened to him, but why did he feel this way about it too? Was it a girl thing he wouldn't ever get? And what were they going to do tomorrow? It's not like there really was any real solution to just work towards.

All these questions and more kept James tossing and turning in the bed, to the point where he couldn't take the feeling of having his shirt and pants on anymore. It's not like he didn't usually sleep in just underware during the hot summer months, but there wasn't quite a pair of squeezable fluffy mounds on his chest back then. The conversation he just had continued to rain guilt over him anytime the urge to grab and touch at himself so much as grazed over his mind.

Hopefully Kathy won't make too much noise whenever she gets back. Nobody likes getting woken up like that, James included.

"Oh wow, what a crazy story. I can't believe that this all happened the two of you. It's not like you're the best of friends in the first place," the silver and black husky morph said, eagerly chowing down on her eggs and toast across from James and Sam. "So what's it like then? You know, being somebody else like that?"

"I don't know," Samantha sighed. She hardly had much to eat the day before, and still hadn't touched much of her breakfast. Mostly poking at it with her fork and just absentmindedly looking around the cafeteria. "It all just came as such a shock. I really want to go back to my old self."

The tan and white fox next to the human wasn't having the same problem, and had been shoving hash browns and sausage into his long snout almost as fast as the canine just a few feet from him. He tried to cheer up Sam a bit before they met up with Amy for food, but nothing helped her out much. James even went as far as offering to give in to all her silly grooming she wanted, to no avail.

Amy had just about finished up wrapping her long red tongue around the rest of the delicious flavor trapped on her plastic fork before responding, almost in a race with the vulpine to get done first. "And you really don't know why it happened either? Did you talk to anyone about it? Maybe someone can help."

"Just Mrs. White, the chemistry professor." James replies. "But she didn't have much of an answer. Just some kind of 'maybe you should spend time together and try to work it out.' I think she doesn't know either, and was trying to be friendly."

"Anything else?"

"Uhh... just a kind of creepy suggestion of experimenting and trying things out in our different bodies. But I dunno how that's going to help much."

The husky grinned and closed her eyes as she tilted her head back at the implications from the rabbit's advice. "I see. So did you? It sounds like you could be learning a whole bunch from each other here. Maybe the experience wouldn't be so bad after all."

Amy's words did nothing to help Sam's state of mind. The human's hand and forehead met, weighing her elbow down onto the laminated wooden surface of the table. "Hey are you alright Sammy? I didn't mean to make you sad like that. I was just saying, maybe it'd be neat to check out how each other work. First hand, you know?"

James gave the canine a look that tried to tell her things already went there, embarrassingly enough. "Ummm... In any event, I don't know if doing all that is appropriate right now. It's probably not going to help us get back to our old selves, and it's been making Sam uncomfortable too."

The husky's ears sank. "Oh, sorry Sam. I didn't know. Just figured you both would've jumped at the chance to see what it was like and all. I know I probably would."

"James did. Then I tried too. I thought it was pretty good, but I don't know anymore now." Sam didn't move her head from her hand. "I just want things to go back to normal. If this is some kind of punishment for treating James like I had been, I'm sorry."

Those were words he hadn't expected to hear. Not from her. Not from the vixen who regularly dumped cups of icy cold water at him just to see him be wet the rest of the day. Not from the anthro girl who frequently slapped him across the face with her tail. And definitely not from the person who felt it necessary to stuff his locker full of junk, only to have it fall out all over him when he opened it.

"No, I'm sure you're not being punished. Who would go through all this to get both you and James? I'm sure he wants his old body back too." Amy reached out a paw to comfort her distressed friend across from her. "I'm sorry I joked about it like that."

"I just want to go lay down." Samantha responded, shaking her head at the silver furred hand on her shoulder. "Maybe I'll talk about it more later If I'm feeling better."

"Alright then Sammy. I'll let you go lie down. Hope you feel better soon. We've got that math thing in the morning too. Hope you're not feeling too down for that."

The conversation left the fox feeling a little out of place, having nothing to really add or say. Instead he just grabbed up everyone's trays and took them to the trash can, but not before shoving Sam's uneaten toast in his mouth.

Samantha and James left the rather empty cafeteria, usual crowd for a Sunday, and headed back to the fox's room. The distressed human sat herself down on her bed, and for some strange reason beckoned James to have a seat next to her.

With both of them seated and leaning back against the white stone block wall, Sam rested her head on the vixen and took his white tipped tail in her hands. James had no idea his tail was that sensitive, or that her brushing and cuddling would feel so oddly nice. He was content just to sit back and let her go at it. This must have been something she did to herself he thought.

"Wow, I didn't know your tail felt this great in your hands. Are you sure you're feeling okay Sam?" The fox murred, not really wanting this unusual bliss end.

"I don't know. I'd just curl up and snuggle with my tail if I was feeling sad, but I can't do that right now. Just let me have this."

James was the first to fall asleep, just sitting back and taking in the temporary win-win situation. He'd just closed his eyes and left Sam to her thing. "I just want my fluffy back..."

Before they knew it though, their intimate little nap had been interrupted by a rather nosy skunk who had made her way in at some point. "Aww, well looky here at that. The fox and her little toy. How cute."

"Wha- what, what? Huh?" James mutters having been forced back to reality. His stirring brought the fox around with a loud yawn too. "What's going on? How long was I sleeping?"

"I dunno," Katharine grins as she rests her paws on her knees, leaning over at the two of them. "But the both of you look so adorable sitting there like that. Sam just couldn't go without that tail of hers I see. I'd have shared mine with you too, if you asked nicely."

The striped skunk's big flat black and white tail swings around to flick several teasing jabs at the fox before she laughs and tosses her shirt off to the floor. Kathy takes her seat at her desk, still giggling at their display.

"Nuhh... I don't want to go to school today mom, I just want to stay home and curl up..." Samantha mumbles and whines, still half asleep.

"Sam? Sam are you up?"

"Huh... What, yeah. Yeah I'm up."

James works his tail out from the human's grasp and slides off the bed to stretch. "What happened there? What time is it?"

More laughter comes from behind the black false leather chair. "It's the middle of the afternoon lovers. And by the look of it you two were having a good time without me."

"Afternoon? Then that means we were probably out for a couple hours," the vixen replied reaching for the ceiling. "Now what was I supposed to be doing today again? I don't think there was anything to study for..."

Samantha joins her toy standing in the middle of the room and starts looking around the room in a panic. "Oh no. I've still got that paper to finish. Where's my laptop? And my books?"

"You mean those?" Katharine points to the desk where they were set down last night. "You'd lose your head if it wasn't attached to your neck Sammy."

"Well, I guess I'll go back to my room and spend more time on my computer I guess," James adds. "I don't know how you anthros manage to use a keyboard and mouse with these hands though. It kept slipping out of my hand all the time, and my keys are getting all scratched up too."

Both girls laugh at his sudden misfortunate discovery in unison. "Now you know how we feel when we get an assignment that needs typing up, foxy boy. Human's have some of the best hands and take it for granted." Kathy grins in playful envy. "The things I could do with hands like that..."

"I don't know what to say. Enjoy your better hands I guess?" The fox just shrugs. "Anyway, I'll be back later I guess. See yah then."

James opens the door and heads out, leaving the two to their things. Sam sprawls herself back out over the big round rug again and picks up where she left off the night before. Only a few hours left to get that paper done, and if that skunk doesn't leave her alone she might not finish it...

Going back to class wasn't as awkward as the two of them had expected. Other than their teachers and close friends, nobody really knew the difference. The feeling of embarrassment was almost completely in their heads as the misplaced fox and man shared only a handful of hours during the day, mostly at lunchtime and in the evenings.

The only person who gave them any trouble was Tomas, who was more curious about what being a fox felt like as opposed to a cat. As much as James kept trying to explain things to him, he just wouldn't give it up. Eventually Mark decided that he had to be hiding something, or have some kind of fetish for foxes to be that interested in them. It only took a few days of teasing to get him to ease up, the scaredy cat he turned out to be.

Not even Mrs. White had anything new to say to them. Just more of the same as last week. Sure, the pair had been getting to be more comfortable with each other and their new selves, but neither gave into temptation. Even the almost daily advances of a certain voluptuous Mephitis were resisted by each of them every time. She'd come close one or two times though, but Samantha just couldn't do more than tell her what it was like.

"It's been nearly two weeks already, and we're still no closer to finding a solution Sam. But I will admit I've gotten so much better at using this nose. I can pick up some things I didn't know existed before," the brown vixen said, getting help from her as they brushed his fur on the bed. "I guess that even if we get stuck this way forever it won't be that bad. I'm just a little worried about what Kathy was saying about going into heat."

His comment brought a look of silent contemplation to the human's face as she paused mid stroke to think how to describe it. "Well, first thing I'll tell you is you better not let any other anthros cum in you. I don't think humans are compatible at all, but the thought of you fucking some guy with my body kinda grosses me out a bit."

"Right, I kinda figured that much. Don't particularly want to have any kids right now, but what else is there to know? Is it some uncontrollable lust or something?" James added as the pair of brushes continued to run down his almost nude body over and over.

"Uhh..." she stammered, letting his tail tickle her shirtless chest as she sat behind him. "Well, no. I only had to deal with it a couple of times before and just felt horny all the time. Masturbating helps, but only so much. It's a pheromone thing. Doesn't really go away for real unless you get laid."

The fox's ears flattened in disappointment. "You don't think it's happening to you now, do you? I don't think I was supposed to come into season right now."

"N.. no. I don't think so. But it's just that I've been really wanting to do more with myself, and haven't out of some kind of respect for you."

"Really? That's so sweet of you," she replied, watching James' ears shoot back up. "I sorta had been doing the same thing too... I was constantly getting hard and wanted to act on it, but didn't. It was really bothering me some days."

"I see. Then do you think you'd be okay with letting each other relieve some tension and explore a little more?" The vixen set his course brush down for a finer toothed one. "And what's up with your roommate? She's always trying to get in my pants. Is that skunk always like that?"

"Yeah, Kathy's always trying to have sex with everyone she can. Dunno why she's like that. Surprised she hasn't had any kits yet too."

James hadn't felt a brush run down his back for a little bit, and wondered if Sam was done. When she finally brought her hand back to him, he was a little shocked to feel his bra being unstrapped. "Hey, what're you doing?"

"If we're going to start exploring ourselves like that, why not start together then?" The human answered, tossing the under garment to the floor. She scooted in closer to hug the fox from behind, folding her arms across his chest and cupping each fuzzy white breast with the opposite hand. "I know what I like to do. Maybe you should tell me what you like. Or better yet, show me."

Samantha's deeply personal massage was having quite the noticeable effect on him. Each time she drew her fingers up towards the tips of his mammaries and gently twisted her fingers, the vixen shuttered with pleasure. He had been slowly tilting his head further and further back into her as his tail began wrapping itself around her body.

Just as James' breathing was starting to pick up noticeably, the source his enjoyment was taken away. "Hey, why'd you stop?"

"Cause that's just one little thing to do." She grinned, getting up off the bed. "Plus I wanted some fun too. Come on, why don't you give me a hand out of these pants."

"But you're perfectly..." Then it hit the inexperienced fox. "Oh, right. Right. Then you should help me too."

He crawled off the bed and began to fumble with her belt and zipper. Doing this from the other side was quite strange, and thanks to the bulge poking out of her pants, it didn't give James much extra space to work with. He managed to slip her free and Sam quickly finished the job of kicking the clothing off. Much easier to do when your legs are much straighter and not exactly digitigrade too.

The sight between her legs did put him off a little. It may technically have been his, and nothing at all new, but there was just something about seeing it from this perspective that brought a slight feeling of homophobia to James' mind.

"What's wrong? I thought you were enjoying this?" Samantha asked, returning the striptease. "You might have my nose, but I know that smell anywhere. You are having a good time."

The fox tried not to grimace, but still looked uncomfortable. "Yeah, I am. But isn't it just kinda weird to be looking at another man's junk? I mean it's mine, but still. Kinda weird. Don't know if that makes me gay or not."

"Weird?" she retorted. "This whole damn thing's been nothing but weird. I dunno how it'd make you gay or not. But from where you're standing you'd be a homo to not like what you see."

"Yeah I guess. Maybe I should just relax myself some more and try to look at it from other perspectives."

She grabs the vixen by the arm and gets back onto her bed, already messing up the blanket with her shuffling around. "There you go. Now come on and give me some of that fluffy softness."

James kneels to face the man and brings his tail under between his legs to tease and rub at both herself, and Samantha. She quickly wraps her arms around him, trapping his tail between them as she tightly hugs the soft furry vulpine.

Sam takes the lead locking their mouths together and pushing James onto his back, letting his tail wriggle between them as if it had a mind of its own. Though it may have been a great experience, intimately exploring each other's oral differences, the whole thing was a formality to what they both wanted if anything. There was something about the sense of danger putting your tongue into the long teeth of a canine that appealed to something... primal in the human's mind however.

On her way out, she mouthed and sucked on the fox's cold little wet nose briefly before giving it a quick nip and lifting herself up off him a little. The tickling from James' tail had been getting to be too much for Sam, who had no longer had any fur to protect from the intense wrath it had been delivering. "Hey, move your tail out of the way now. I think I'm ready. How about you?"

"Yeah. I haven't exactly done this before though. Especially not as a female."

"Me neither."

James looked at her with bewilderment. "You mean that you hadn't ever been with anyone as a fox, or that you mean as a human?"

"Uhh... Either?" Samantha embarrassingly answers. "Just let me know if I'm doing anything wrong then I guess."

The vixen rolls her eyes while he waits for her to make the next move. It's not like he could've done much better with all the lack of experience he'd had. "I'm sure it'll work out good enough" he decided.

Sam finds his wet and ready hole with the tip of her cock, adding to the slickness with pre-cum of her own. She taunted his lips running herself along just the outside of the quivering folds as his tail brushed between their thighs. "Stop teasing me and do it Sam."

"Fine. If you say so." She replied, taking no time at all to line up and make the first thrust, bottoming herself out. James gripped down on her shaft tight and shut his eyes, not expecting it to happen just so suddenly like that.

"Ah!" James calls out, nearly digging his claws into her back.

"That didn't hurt did it?"

"No, no. Keep going!"

The human just shrugged it off and started up again, slowly at first. Her hand may have felt great a couple weeks ago, but this just felt incredible. Sam had no idea not only did she feel that great inside, but it could be this as good as this to be stuffing herself.

Faster and faster she worked, just like her angry experimentation before. The fox continued to grab tight to her with the muscles of his sex, heightening both of their rather good first times. "James, I think I'm going to be cumming soon."

But her words were lost on the poor vixen, who had taken to thrusting herself in time with Samantha to get her inside him as deeply as possible. "Oh, James, I..." The human forced herself down with no regard for the fox or mattress under him and held still as she unloaded her seed into him, spurt after spurt, filling him with her fertile but ultimately incompatible seed.

When Sam at last felt the process complete, she removed herself from him, bringing with her a small string of their mixed fluids. "That was so great James. I can't believe I'd been missing this all these years."

"Yeah. I don't think I was able to orgasm, but that was good enough for a first go." He sat up, rubbing his very hot and very wet sex. "Where's a towel though? I don't want to leak a big mess out onto the bed."

Samantha snaps her fingers and jumps off the bed to grab one. "Here, don't worry too much about it. The sheets can be washed."

"Yeah, you're right." He replies, stuffing the sky blue towel between himself the messy blankets. "I guess we can try again another time, right?"

Sam laughs as she gets back into bed, wrapping one arm around the fox. "I'm feeling a bit tired though. It's late, let's get to sleep. Tomorrow's Saturday. We'll have plenty of time then."

James pulls the deep blue colored blanket over the two of them, and wraps himself around Samantha, tail and all. Together they cuddle each other to sleep, pleasantly thinking the future might not be so bad after all.

"Ahh..." the brown fox yawns deeply, reaching over to feel the other person in the bed. Something seemed wrong though. Where was their soft fluffy fur? And what was that strange feeling they felt tugging near their ass?

"Jay, James?" She yelled, tossing the shared blanket to the side. "James! Wake up! Something's happened!"

"Huh... What are you talking about?"

Samantha grabs up the naked human lying next to her by the arm and lifts him up. "We're back to normal! Look, I've got my tail and everything!"

It takes James a moment to understand what was going on, but looking to see that he no longer was covered in brown and white fur explained the whole thing. Somehow it was over. They really were cured.

The vixen hops out of bed and dances around the room, either not aware or not caring that she was as clothed as the day she was born. "Yay! I'm finally back to my old self! Yay yay yay!"

"Yeah, but why are we back all of a sudden?" James inquires, reaching down to grab his pants. "I mean the last thing we did before going to sleep was... have sex... Do you think that had anything to do with it?"

Samantha jumps at the man and hugs him tightly, her ears standing straight up in ecstasy. "I don't know, but isn't it wonderful? Now we can go back to our normal lives?"

"Normal lives? I hope you don't mean you're going to start being mean to me again."

"No. I don't think I could do that anymore. Not after all we've been though." Sam lets go and walks into the bathroom to confirm with the mirror. "Actually I was hoping we could be friends now. You're not as bad a guy as you seemed."

"Friends huh? I think that would be okay."

The sound of running water brings a surprise to James' ears. Was she going to take a shower with him still here? "Let's go tell Mrs. White that everything's all better now. But first," Sam says, poking her head out of the bathroom door jamb. "We should get cleaned up and go eat. Come on."

"Shower? Together? Is there enough room for that?" James starts walking towards the doorway to investigate. "And what about towels then?

"Well then grab some and get in here fox boy!"

Maybe Sam's little idea wasn't so well planned out after all, but it got both jobs done. And the spillage wasn't horrible or anything. After their most anticipated meal in weeks James and Samantha were both in high spirits to find that their chemistry professor was in today.

"Oh, hey how are you two. We were just talking about the both of you." The gray rabbit morph calls out as they enter her classroom. "Feeling anymore like your old selves yet?"

"Hey Mrs. White, Mr. Anderson. We're doing great today!" Samantha responds as they weave though desks. "James and I are finally back to normal. It's so great."

The headmaster glares right at his professor and shakes his head. "That's great to hear." Mrs. White smiles, ignoring the scorn on the man's face. "What'd you do to fix it?"

Sam grins in embarrassment as she gives her answer. "You see, I told you. Things would work themselves out if you just stuck together." The lop eared rabbit responds. "I appreciate you both coming in and letting me know."

"Yeah, sure, no problem. We'd figure you'd want to know, considering you were the only one who talked to us about it." James scratches the back of his head uncomfortably. "We're going to go let our friends know. See you next week Mrs. White."

The headmaster sighs and waits for them to leave. "Sarah, I don't know why I haven't stopped your little games yet."

"Because we're just like the two of them."

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Things were getting a bit strained for me towards the end, and my writing may have reflected it's quality. This was also the first major sex themed work I've done. One of my previous stories included some, but... I dunno. I feel I wasn't able to capture good enough emotion and feeling with what I did.

Let me know what you think about it. I'm thinking about doing a few of my sci-fi shorts, then switch off with something like this every so often. Should keep things more fresh for me that way. I've got plans and ideas for stuff, but feel free to send something my way if you want to see it written by me and my respective quality. I might consider it if it tickles my fancy.