Chapter 01: Vixen Hermosa

Joe, a young man in his prime, has just been kicked out of his job, his compensation money won't last long, so he is already searching for a new job, it sounds more easy than it looks.

He sits in his apartment looking through the want ads in his third day of looking for something decent. "Man, I hope I find something soon or I'll be out on the street... " he thinks, then notices an ad that says, "Wanted, male of 20 to 25 years, must like foxes, earn up to $9,000 a month!" and there is a cell phone number. $9,000 a month? He bets it is for something nasty, but he needs the money, and after three days, he guessed it's worth a try.

He grabs his phone and dials the number, "Well, it can't hurt just to call..." he mutters to himself.

"Hi, are you calling for the ad?" asks a cute female voice.

"Um, yeah. The ads in the paper... Says it pays 9000 bucks a month? Is that true?"

"Yes, but there are some requirements to be met. Just tell me your e-mail and I will send you a form to fill. If we like it, we will call you for more details. Please be honest while filling out the form, okay?" she says. Joe thinks the girl must be cute because of her beautiful voice, and wonders if he will ever see her in person.

"Okay, sure. Sounds good..." He proceeds to give the girl his e-mail address.

"Good, I hope to talk to you later, bye," she says and "hangs" the phone, only minutes later. He gets a long text-only e-mail with lots of questions to fill; it takes him two hours to fill out everything. Joe checks it ten times for mistakes and then he sends it. He hopes it is not a scam, but that e-mail address is his public one, besides they didn't ask for things like his real name, credit card number and so on.

"I sure hope this pans out," he thinks to himself after sending the e-mail.

Joe waits a week and nothing happens. Then he gets a text message on his cell saying, "About the ad, we like you. Call this number," and that gives out another phone number, this one for a landline phone. He wonders why they make so much of a mess for just a job interview, and again he thinks the job is for something sex related. He then calls the number, a bit worried about the sex thing.

"Hi, are you (Gives out Joe's public e-mail address)?" asks the same girl's voice from before.

"Um, yeah, that's me," he says, sounding nervous.

"Good, you seem to be what we are looking for," she says. "Look, the job is related to sex stuff, and foxes. Can you deal with that?"

"Um, what kind of sex stuff are we talking about here?"

"Well, we can't go into many details by phone, but we will send you an e-mail with everything you should know. If you are still interested, call back to this number. You have three days, after that we will just block your number and any attempts to contact us will be useless," she says and hangs the phone.

Sure enough, he gets an e-mail with the details. Joe knows it is not some junk mail because it says, "This e-mail has details about the job offer for (Joe's e-mail goes here)". The mail comes with an ad of what looks like furry porn, and those fur-suits look very real, like they are out of the movies. Joe almost thinks that's a movie ad of some sort for a second.

"This is crazy," Joe thinks to himself... then looks at his bills. "But I really need the money... Even if I only do it for a little bit, it pays a lot and I can use that money to look for another job," he thinks, but waits two days before finally grabbing the phone and calling the number back to tell her, "I'm interested". He couldn't find any other ads about jobs he was good at, and had to go to an interview for a job that paid decent but he was rejected because he didn't have a diploma.

"Oh, good. Not many call back after finding out what this is about," says the same girl's voice from before. "I think you are ready for a real interview."

"Um, thank you. I'd appreciate that."

She gives him an address; it is the address of a bar close to his house. It kinda has a bad reputation, not because of crime, but because of the weird tastes of the people that go there.

"Sorry, but for safety issues the interview will be in that bar, in two hours to be more exact," she says.

Really, one would think this was about getting a job in the CIA or something. It wasn't like furry stuff was illegal or something; this wasn't kiddie porn, after all.

"I will be wearing a red T-shirt. You better get a blue one on. I will tell you your e-mail in the bar, to your ear, that way you will know it is me."

"Okay, I'll be there in a blue T-shirt."

Two hours later, he is there. He notices a girl in what looks like a gray cat fur-suit, wearing a red T-shirt and pink panties. Joe is amazed at how real the costume looks. Yeah, this must be her. The cat-girl is a head shorter than him, has big yellow cat eyes, and looks beautiful despite the "costume". He thinks about running away, but she is looking at him. He is like a blinding light in the middle of the darkness, since Joe is one of the few there that looks normal. Even the barman looks weird, wearing a Darth Vader helmet!

Looking nervous, he makes towards the girl in the red t-shirt and catsuit. She whispers to his ear his e-mail address. Yeah, she is the girl from the phone, it seems.

"Okay, you can call me Helena. You got a name, right?" she asks and gives a good look at Joe. He looks like someone in his early twenties, just like they want. He is 180 centimeters (6' 1") in height, is overweight by a few pounds, and has brown, short hair and deep green eyes she finds cute. Yeah, he would do, but first there was some explaining, as she had to make sure he knew what he was getting into.

"I'm Joe."

"Oh, so generic! But it doesn't matter, Viewtiful Joe. Let's talk about business, Okay?"

He nods, "Yeah, that's why I'm here."

"Well, what do you like to fuck more, boys or girls? And don't give me that look; we can talk freely here. That's what this bar is for."

Joe had said he was gay in the questionnaire, but she had to double check.

"Well, I've always been with guys... But I've never, you know... Been paid for it before..." he says, looking a bit embarrassed. "But I like girls too, just more like, you know, watching them. I admire beautiful women like they are good art."

"Oh... and tell me... Would you like to have been born as a girl? Or are you proud of being gay?"

"Well, I've sometimes thought it might be easier if I was a girl..." He laughs nervously, "A bit silly, but, oh well."

"Ah yes... You fit what we are looking for, Joe..." Helena says, looking happy. "Do you have any close family or parents?"

"I have parents, but we're a bit estranged. Never really been close since they found out about my, um, lifestyle, if you know what I mean."

"Ah, and a boyfriend? Because this job takes much time. You won't be able to see people that's not related to work much."

"I'm single... Lucky for me, I guess..." Joe says, and tries to smile.

"Well, this is your last chance to run away. This job requires you to look like... me... and this is not just a disguise, trust me," she says, and waits for his reaction.

"Riiight... I think I can do the furry suit thing... It's a bit weird, but for the money, I'll get used to it..."

"It is not just a disguise, got it?" she says. "I am real..." Helena takes his hand and puts it on her breast. "Does this feel like a suit?"

"Um... Well, it's certainly, um, realistic..." He is embarrassed by the forced groping of the seemingly crazy girl and a bit surprised at how real her breasts feel. Maybe she got the fur glued to her chest or something?

"So, you say yes? And remember, there is no going back..."

Joe pulls his hand back, "I said I'd be okay with it. So, do I get the job or not?"

"Yes," she says, and adds, "Hey, Darth Vader. A Vulpine Pink Special for my friend, Joe!"

"Okay," says the Darth Vader barman, and brings a pink drink.

"So, any last thoughts before changing your life forever?" she asks.

"Yeah, how soon do I get paid?" Joe smiles.

"As soon as you drink this, you get $500 in advance," Helena says, moving the pink drink closer to him.

Joe takes the drink, "Really? Well then, bottoms up..." He drinks the pink liquid in the glass.

Then he starts to feel dizzy, his head hurting. Joe grabs his head, "Whoa... what was in that..."

"Here is your cash," she says, giving him five hundred dollars. "Oh and that is just something that will change you to look like me... Only fox-like."

He puts the money in his wallet. "Sure... There must have been a lot of liquor in that... My head is spinning." He feels the skin on his face itching as it became smooth skin. His nose shrinks a bit, becoming delicate and small.

"It was more than just liquor..."

"Hehe... My face is all tingly..." Joe says, still thinking he's just a little intoxicated.

Joe's vision starts to blur, he then feels more changes as the bar seems to become larger, while in fact his body shrinks, making him just slightly taller than the cat-girl. He feels a wave of pleasure as a sharp pain erupts in his penis.

"Gahhh..." He grimaces at the sharp pain in his manhood, yet blushing slightly as it also feels good despite the pain. His dick is sucking into his flesh, bringing his balls with it, leaving a perfect wet little slit in its place. He wets his pants...

"Don't worry, that's normal..." Helena says.

"What... What's going on?..." Joe reaches a hand down, the feeling of HER fingers touching the new slit bringing a shiver of pleasure.

"What I told you. You are becoming like me, only you will be a vixen."

Joe's neck feels warmer as the Adam's apple shrinks, until it can no longer be seen; his neck feels smaller too. "I'm becoming a woman... This, this isn't possible..." she says, knowing it's really happening as her fingers trace the edge of her new pussy and her voice just now sounding female. She has a very odd feeling as some inner changes happen, making "her" a real female, who not only can fuck like a woman, but also breed.

"Well, I told you!" the cat-girl says and grins.

The tingling moves to Joe's hands; they become smaller and Joe sees the hair fall, and the fingers become long and pointed, with nails on the ends. Joe stares at her own hands in a mix of horror and fascination. She is terrified by what's happening, and yet it also feels really good as well...

"Ohh... I guess I should have run away," she says and can't avoid fingering her new hole a bit. "Damn, why does it feel so good?" thinks Joe. Her chest feels heavy as two small, pink nubs grow under her nipples, until they blossom into 40 D-cup tits that strain her T-shirt.

Before Joe can say anything else, the cat-girl cuts Joe's red t-shirt away with her claws. "Hey, what are you doing?" Joe asks, annoyed, but a bit grateful, as having her breasts being so tight was painful.

"Well, you looked uncomfortable. Nice boobs, by the way," Helena says.

"Thank you... Wait, I don't like this at all! Change me back!" Joe says, despite the fact she is still toying with her cunt with one hand, while the other just can't resist touching her new breasts. "Soo good, must be that damn pink drug," she thinks. Her feet hurt as they get a bit smaller; now she has smaller, delicate feet and smooth slender ankles. Her vision is still blurry.

"Now, we need to move you, okay?" the cat-girl says. Joe barely listens to her as she continues to play with her own body, her moans finally escaping her mouth. Helena and the barman carry Joe to a back room, where they put her into a bed. Then the man leaves, letting the two girls be alone. The cat-girl locks the door; she doesn't want anyone getting a free ride on the soon-to-be anthro vixen.

"Ohh, my god! I... My whole body burns!" Joe says. Her body feels so hot and horny, her leg hair falling off while the skin gets smoother and clean. Soon her thighs and calves are hairless, then her chest, arms and back lose their hair too. The skin, the skin is so clean; not a single spot, not a single imperfection. It is surreal, like a woman from a female underwear ad.

Helena removes Joe's pants and shorts. She wanted to say, "Look, maybe you didn't understand what I was asking you to leave behind. I am sorry," but at this point, the horny female wasn't listening anymore and the cat-girl knew that.

Joe's muscles get cold as they melt down into sexy, silky curves, her buttocks getting painfully warm as they turn curvier, rounder; her ass getting bigger and curvy, while the stomach lost muscles and become soft and flat, her waist shrinks, becoming less wide. Her hips and ass get wider, while arms and chest lose muscles too. Right now, she only cares for one thing, sex. She wants a man, no, many men, fucking her, toying with her, massaging her breasts; a single cock alone wasn't enough. She imagines that John, the big afro-american she dated a few years ago, is the one playing with her pussy and tits, and she climaxes, moaning and screaming like crazy.

Then Joe's horniness slowly began to fade away, her mind recovering a bit in spite of the fact she felt tired. Her vision continues to be blurry and she just isn't in the mood to move. "Ahh... that was... intense," is all she cares to say. After all, she enjoyed it, and is too tired to run away.

"That's good to hear," says Helena. Joe's hair falls off, but soon enough a new, long red hair grows fast until it reaches past her shoulders. She is a ginger!

"Now, I hope you didn't lie about liking foxes," the cat-girl licks Joe's face. Joe wonders why she now finds Helena to be sexy. Slowly, patches of reddish-orange fur-hair began to grow on her body. It tickles a bit and her tailbone hurts for some reason.

"What's... going on... more changes?" Joe asks. Finally, Helena's words sink in. "I... I will be a vixen?" Her hands itch as black fur covers them. The cat-girl moves Joe around, leaving her ass leaning to one side. The soon-to-be vixen's hands feel really warm as the ring and pinky fingers seem to be fusing together in each hand, leaving her with only four fingers on each one.

"Just relax, Joe. You are going to love this, chica hermosa," Helena kisses Joe in a long, deep tongue kiss, her dry sandpaper tongue feeling a bit weird when it touches Joe's, but then again, Joe feels attracted to the feline. The fur on her hands spreads to her knuckles; black pads are starting to appear on her palms. The same hands Joe now uses to hug the kitty. "I... Why do I now like you?" she says, blushing.

"Well, being able to be in bed with any gender is part of the job," Helena says after ending the kiss. "Besides, you admired cute women before. Think of this as a way of making them happy."

Joe takes a deep breath; this is just too much to accept in one day. Her arms seem to be now fully covered in red fur while her hands itch a bit. The nails on her finger falls as new black, thick nails grow to take their place. Joe stops hugging the kitty and looks at her hands, saying nothing.

The cat-girl stands up and sits on the side of the bed, "Now, maybe I rushed a bit. It is better to wait until your change is done, okay?"

The soon-to-be vixen stares at her, with a mix of hate, admiration of her body, and lust. She decides that it is best to not talk. Helena tried to tell him about this, but she was so focused on the money that... What is her life going to be like after today? She knows she will be paid for having sex, but who cares about money if she is going to be a freak?

Joe tries to relax as white fur spreads across her chest, starting to cover it. At least there aren't extra breasts to worry about, but then, the cat-girl doesn't have that, so why should she?

Helena stares at Joe chest, seeing that the fur hasn't covered her nipples, and that they are swollen a bit. The soon-to-be vixen tries to resist laughter as the white fur spreads down to her lower stomach; it really tickles!

The cat grins, trying very hard to resist playing with her for now. Red fur starts to grow on Joe's back and legs, the lower part of her legs and her feet covering in black fur.

The transforming girl's ears stretch wide and point over the head, becoming triangular in shape. She now has erect, triangular ears on the top of her head. Deep black fur starts to develop on the back of her ears while the insides turn a pinkish color, the rest covering with red fur.

"Nice ears, all the better to hear me with, are they?" asks Helena, smiling

"I'm a vixen, not a wolf!" Joe says, then covers her mouth. "No, I am not a vixen, am I?" She realizes that no matter what she says or thinks, she will soon be a vixen, but she can't accept that. She can't give up that easily; no, she must give up, it would be better for her. "Argg, what the hell is going on with my mind?" she screams, scared.

"Well, we can't have people committing suicide during or after the transformation; it is bad for business," Helena answers. Joe just looks at her while the pain in her tailbone gets a lot worse, as a bump of flesh forms just over her buttocks. "No, not a tail. Please, not a tail," she screams, while she pictures herself hugging a big fox tail and loving it!

"You can't fight liking the change, trust me, I tried," the cat-girl says with her ears down. Is she sad? And why does Joe care if she is sad?

From the bump, an elongated tube grows out, and as it grows, it quickly gets covered in bushy brownish-red fur with white on the tip. It is a freaking tail, a cursed fox tail... A cute fox tail? Joe hugs her tail; it is so nice and soft. "Ah, what the hell? Fine, I give up!" She says and decides to just let herself enjoy what's happening to her body. Her hands change to look more like fox paws while her legs become long and shapely, her feet become like a mix the hind paws of a fox and human feet.

Helena stares at Joe's deep green eyes and Joe stares back, both wanting to jump at each other, but they know it's better if they wait for the change to finish. The changing female's nose hurts as it becomes a leathery black, widening a bit, turning rough and cold while the nostrils bend upward, forcing the nose forward as it gets wet. She inhales and exhales using her new nose. It is weird; she now smells things she didn't know existed, and what she could smell before was now so much more intense. The kitty, the kitty's smell is so appealing!

"Enjoying the new nose? All the better to smell me with?" Helena says. Joe grins; she can feel the canines in her mouth growing, while her tongue becomes longer and drier. Then her whole head hurts as she grows a vulpine muzzle. Her fur finishes covering her new anthro vixen body. Small whiskers push out a few inches near her nose and her vision finally returns to normal. Thankfully, she keeps her human sight, as foxes don't see as well as humans.

Joe gets closer to Helena and pretends she is about to kiss her, but then punches the kitty lightly in the stomach.

"Ouch! What was that for?" the cat-girl complains. "Are you still mad at me?"

"Not really, but next time you want to start playing with me, ask first!" the vixen grins, showing off her teeth.

"Well then, may I play with you, pretty please?" she asks with her ears down, trying to look cute.

"Sure, you just had to ask."

End Of Chapter One