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The fox sauntered along the road towards the town on the horizon, tail swishing behind him as he pondered how best to fleece the poor townsfolk out of their hard earned goods and right now he was particularly hungry too as it had been a few days since the last town he had to hastily escape.

Reaching the town he headed straight to the market place ready to score himself some lunch one way or another. Making his way through the crowded stalls his expert fingers begin their work, pilfering from pockets and stalls alike, managing to make it to the middle of the market before the first "Hey, where'd my money go?" cry rises out from the crush of bodies. Deciding he should make himself scarce for a while he slinks down an alleyway and begins to clear out the purses and wallets, examining the haul from the stalls and townsfolk. He'd managed to get a few copper coins, maybe enough for a small meal but nothing to get overly excited about, the trinkets he'd lifted also didn't look like they were worth that much, just simple crafting all except one. Holding it up it sparkled and shone against the muddy and dull alleyway, it was made from small jewels and some really nice gold threaded rope, he was sure he could exchange it for some good scratch in the next town. Stashing it in his bag along with the coppers he discards the rest and peeks out from the alley mouth to see that the local constabulary had turned up and were talking to his victims about what had happened. Deciding to wait for the heat to die down a bit he made a beeline for the nearest tavern.

The meal wasn't large enough for his liking but it was all he could afford, he spooned through the goop searching for anything that looked even vaguely like the meat that was supposedly promised by the description on the menu only to hide what he did find under the surface least he actually wonder what part of the critter it came from. Pushing the bowl away from him for the time being he began to think of what to do next, perhaps his magic skills would bring in some extra coin and be a little less risky given how quick the natives were to notice his earlier escapades. Standing up and making his way out the door he scans the square for a spare space he can set up, spying one on the opposite side of the crowd he begins pushing his way through.

"Ladies and gentlemen of all kinds, sizes and shapes, gather round, gather round! I intend to show you mysteries and magicks that will boggle your minds, show you illusions that will leave you with a terminal case of the wonderments!" he bellowed at the top of his lungs, trying to draw a crowd. He throws his backpack on the ground ready to gather the coins, "All donation are gratefully received my good folk!" as several of the crowd stop and wait patiently for him to begin. Deciding to start with a few simple coin tricks he scans the crowd looking for a good mark. "Now, for my first trick I need a volunteer, anyone, anyone at all? How about you sir!" as he points to a rabbit wearing a simple sack tabard and belt, "Will you please come up here and aid in my minute of need?". Smiling at the crowd and waiving the rabbit to him he palms a coin from his pocket and begins his well worn patter, "My my, you have lovely big ears sir, though I'm sure you keep loosing things in them all the time, eh?" which drew a small chuckle from the crowd before raising his hand, "In fact I think I see something in there already" as he flips the coin out from his palm into his fingers and catches it. The bunny and crowd don't look too impressed and deciding to step it up he asks the rabbit for his money pouch, "Don't worry sir, you'll get it back!". As he begins his next trick of making all the money disappear from the pouch of the poor mark his eye is drawn to a female otter taking an uncomfortable interest in his backpack. Sweating slightly he continues with the show, palming a few coins from the bag on each pass before he hears the otter scream "Thief! Thief! I can see my talisman in his bag, it's slipped out as he threw it on the ground!", that's when the otter raises her hand and suddenly he can't move. The crowd quickly disperse, leaving him alone with the otter as she walks up to the statued fox. "So, thief, you can do magic, eh? Well as you can see it's not really a match for my own and, well, lets just say that thiefs don't usually become repeat offenders in this town. I have some leeway with the locals and I'm sure they won't mind if you disappear for a while". With that the otter turns and walks off, the fox panicking slightly as he begins to glide off behind her as well.

Arriving at what must be the otters home, he's gently guided into the bedroom where the otter straps him to the bed by the ankles and wrists before waving her hand again as his body goes limp, control of his body returning to him. Snarling he barks at the otter "Hey, witch, let me go, you don't know who you're dealing with!" as he tugs and pulls at the bonds. "No, I'm pretty sure I do" came the reply, "and I'm pretty sure I've got a very interesting punishment for such a thieving fox". "You can't do this to me, I demand a trail!" and snarls the fox again, the otter turning with a smirk on her face, "No no dear, as I said I've got a special arrangement with the locals here. I deal with their troubles and keep the town safe while I get free room and board and the pick of the food come harvest time. It's a great arrangement but it can be a bit boring one word gets around. I'm glad I've got a toy to play with, it's been a while". "Bitch!" he screams. "No, that's witch, thank you. I think we're going to have to do something with that mouth of yours, it's only going to get you into more trouble" she says as she walks over to a chest and begins rummaging. Returning he can see she is holding a long thick *something* that she holds up to his muzzle. "Open wide now, I discovered this material when I was training in alchemy, it's got some quite interesting properties that I've been dying to test out and I guess this is as good a time as any", his muzzle firmly clamped shut the fox only growls in reply with a muffled "fuck you". Taking measures into her own hands the otter begins tickling his neck, "oh crap" thought the fox, she knows I'm ticklish" just before he caves and give a loud laugh. Wasting no time the gag is forced into his muzzle and the otters hand holding is muzzle shut as she fixes the straps around his head so he can't spit it out.

The otter looked him over and give a nod, "Good, now you're suitably quiet I think we can proceed to the next stage". "Next stage?" the fox thought, "What next stage? What the hell is she going to do?" and that's when he felt the hand on his sheath. Stroking it gently the otter begins to tease his tip as it pokes free from its hiding place. Squirming the fox can hardly believe it, *this* is the punishment? If so, he could get used to it. He's hard almost instantly, his shaft standing to attention as he tries to work his tongue around the gag in his muzzle, trying to get some purchase on it so he can at least breath properly. Eyes on the otter he sees her stand up and walk back to the chest again, "Now for the final part, lets see what this stuff does" and lifts out a bucket lugging it over to the bed so he can see it's filled with what looks like a liquid version of the substance his gag is made from. Tugging at his bonds he makes a few muffled protests before she sets the bucket on the floor and produces a brush, dipping it in the substance and brushing it over his toes and feet. What is left behind is a clear shiny coat of the substance, he can still see his fur through it as it glistens in the daylight from the window and is shocked to feel it as the substance slides round his leg, sealing at the back. "What is this mad woman doing? She's not going to coat all of me in that is she?" he thinks. As the otter works her way down his left leg he can feel it going numb, trying to wiggle his toes they don't move so he begins Struggling again, the chains holding him clank and rattle. "Shush now or I'll put that immobilisation spell on you again" says the otter, working her way up his right leg the same feeling, or lack of, starts to take over.

Stopping to examine her work the otter smiles, stroking a hand over both his legs she caused them to squeak. Hmming quietly to herself the otter picks the brush back up again and begins to work over his groin and tail, the fox whimpering behind the gag as his shaft looses all feeling. Oblivious to the whimpering and making quick work the otter coats his entire torso and arms leaving only his head free from the substance. "she might as well have cast that immobilisation spell" the fox though as he lay there unable to move. "Now, this is the farthest I've ever taken anyone before, I'm curious to see what'll happen with a full coating, what do you think?" says the otter, only to be rewarded with another snarl. Dipping the brush she begins to coat his head, starting with his ears and the back of his head, blinking as the brush travels over his eyes and along his muzzle he beings to panic again, "How will I breath sealed in that stuff? I'll suffocate!" and thrashes his head about, trying to avoid the brush. The otter, making good on her threat grabs his head and holds it still as the last strokes seal the substance along his muzzle, cutting off his air supply. Standing back with a look of concentration on her face the otter watches as the fox tries to open his muzzle to breath. The fox is going out of his mind with panic now can do nothing other than lie there bound to the bed, he can't move, he can't breath, he's going to die, he's sure of it, the woman is insane. That's when he realises several minutes have passed and he's still here, he's not breathing but he's OK. He can also feel the bedclothes beneath him again as well. Turning his head he sees the otter standing there, letting out a low "Hmmm" again before walking back over to him and giving an experimental poke. His body quivers and bows from the prod, bouncing back as she removes her finger. Repeating the process over his whole body the fox watches closely, his now shinny skin easily giving way under first the finger and then the whole hand, that's when he realises he can't feel the compression on his insides, usually if someone had pushed his belly that hard he'd feel it in his stomach? He can't see anything different other than the shiny substance so what the hell has happened to him?

The otter stands back and regards her work, "Interesting, I didn't expect that to happen, first time for everything I guess. Hmm, I wonder". She reaches over and gently grips his still erect length, he'd forgotten about that in his panic, and is rewarded with the fox twitching in his bonds as a jolt is passed through his body, back arching up off the bed. "Huh, even more interesting" says the otter before pondering "Well, we can't really let you keep this, it's too much of a reminder of your old life. I think we'll just have to experiment some more". The fox letting out a low whimper again as the otter begins to fold his once proud shaft into itself, his body betraying him and shivering at the touch anyway. He can only watch and whine as his shaft is pushed into his new body, his once proud length has been removed and in it's place is simply a flat hole. The otter smirks at this and pats his belly, "Don't worry dear, you didn't need it anyway, this way is better". He hears the now familiar hmming again she returns to the chest and retrieves another item, holding it up for the fox to see it looks like a plug of some kind, once again molded from the same substance he was now encased in, "Lets see what happens here" as she places it just above his new hole, the plug melding with the substance almost instantly. "Interesting" says the otter as she touches it gently, sending yet another spasm through the foxes body. Tugging on it the otter manages to pull the stopper free and a hissing of air reaches his ears, "Ahh, I see" says the otter before closing it again, the fox not really paying attention to this as his head lolls back. "Well my dear, looks like you've become a stunning inflatable toy of some sort, and a vixen too boot now too, I think some more tests are in order before we fully understand this" and with that the otter pops the plug again and kneels down placing her lips over the nozzle and begins to blow. Gasping, the fox feels his body stretch and tense as the air pressure inside him increases, it's an odd but not entirely unpleasant feeling as his ankles and wrists puff up and bulge around their cuffs.

Lifting her head up the otter smirks as she glances up at the fox, "I rather think you're enjoying this too much now, maybe this was the wrong type of punishment to give you" and chuckles as she looks back down. "Well, looks like there were some other changes as well, boy, or should I say girl now, you've got a nice set of lips on that new opening you have". Panicking from hearing that the fox struggles, trying to get a look at his nether region, all he can see from this vantage point are two small soft looking bulges next to where his shaft used to be. He attempts to speak for the first time since his muzzle was coated and finds he still can't open his mouth. Making mmmmmmm! noises he struggles again as he hears the otter chuckle "Can't open your mouth, eh? Well that's not too surprising, want to see what's happened there as well?". The fox, now vixen, nodding she holds up a mirror he, she, can see that most of his, no, her, muzzle is sealed shut with what looks like a thin line of he substance across the tip of the snout bulging out from the otherwise smooth mouth. He twitches slightly as the otter reaches over to poke a finger at the line, causing it to slip past and into the foxes muzzle before pulling it out. "Interesting, it seems to be slicker than the outside of you like it's producing its own lubricant" says the otter, "I wonder how it'll react to this" before she sticks all her fingers in the opening in one go, the hole easily stretching to accommodate them. Pushing her hand in further the fox could feel it as whatever passed for his throat now squeezed tightly round the invading hand before there's a feeling of something poking and prodding the back. "Interesting again, it seems to go back a good few inches and is pretty stretchy, I'm sure you'll get a lot of use out of that *and* your new gender when I put you up for sale. Oh, by the way, you're also fully functional back there as well, I took the liberty to look when I was inflating you". The fox can only lie there in shock at what's happened. Is this his life now, destined to be this abomination for however long until he can figure out a way out of this?

Lost in her own thoughts the fox, he refused to think of himself as a vixen, didn't notice the otter as she returned to the chest picking up another one of those gags and returning to the bed. "One last experiment I think, then we'll figure out what to do with you" she says as she slides the long shaft right between the foxes new mounds, causing her to arch her back as her body reacts to the sudden insertion. Panting slightly as she collapses back to the bed she finds it's hard to concentrate with the hard length moving in and out of her, urgent signals being sent from his new form clouding just about all thoughts. After a few minutes the otter withdraws the shaft and grins, "Well that seems to work properly" and waves her hand at him again which causes her body to freeze in place. "I can't let you move around as you are unfortunately, at least not unbound so I'm going to have to freeze you for now until I can sell you" she says as she begins unlocking the cuffs from her wrists and ankles. Lifting her off the bed her arms and legs bend as she's hoisted up. Standing her upright on the floor the otter gives her one last look over. "Hmm, seems you're poseable as well, your arms stayed by your sides as I picked you up there" she says, "And close your legs you slut, no one needs to see that all the time" before gripping her legs and forcing them together only for them to spring apart again, just not as far as before. Enough to keep her upright without falling over for sure but not enough to hide what she is. Chuckling the otter says "Well, I guess you rally are just that slutty then, I'm sure you'll make someone really happy being that eager for cock". The fox just stands there, part of her raging at the otter for what she's done to her, the other part willing to give into the new life that's been awarded to him.

Two days later there's a jingle of the bell as the door on the otters house opens and in walks a panther. Walking up the counter he begins asking the otter for some ointment for a wound before his gaze is drawn to the fox who's placed in the corner, standing arms bent at at the elbow, mound fully on show from her parted legs. "What's that?" exclaims the panther as his tail twitches, "Oh, that's a new line I'm thinking of starting. Fully poseable lovedolls, for the lonely or kinky of mind. Poseable while not in use the doll will make you think she's real once you get inside" explains the otter. The fox watches as the panther pads over to her, examining his body, stroking the smooth skin before placing a paw on her mound and playing with the nozzle, "No touching the merchandise please, you break it you buy it!" the otter calls out. Grinning, the panther picks her up and carries her to the counter, "I'll take this as well then please". The panther pays his bill and walks out the door, the fox held under his arms.