Hell had broken loose. Well, one demon had broken loose. Actually, two, but one of them doesn't really matter right now, and there's a third but they were made after the second one arrived. Point being, there were now demons walking among human and animal alike.

The third, most enormous demon stood leaning against a building, his shoulders level with the top of the 3 story complex. His grim visage a badger with goat horns and large pale wings stretching from his backside, he would have inflicted terror in anyone passing by. That would be if anyone passing by were capable of seeing him. With a playful point of his finger, he aimed his tainted magic(k)s at a couple fawning over each other. In a flash, they were instantly changed to a pair of raccoons, carrying on their conversation like nothing had happened.

Grinning to himself, he pointed at a man walking his dog, now a cat walking his dog. Loosing a bemused snort, he casually changed a group of students to a menagerie of farm animals. As the demon continued his mischief, one of the thousands completely unaware anything was amiss was waiting on her husband just a few blocks away.

Vicky leaned against the wall of the clinic, craning her head back to watch a single cloud roll by. It looked like... a croissant, no, a raisin. She knew it didn't really look like anything in particular, but she continued watching and guessing anyway, desperate to distract herself from the current situation.

Not even two months ago, she and her husband Todd had been so happy. Laughing on the couch at the latest terrible fanfic they had found, feigning offense at each other for innocuous things, but now...

"Excuse me miss!" A voice called out to her in her stupor. Head snapping back into place, she saw a couple around her age stalled before her. Looking down Vicky saw she had placed her foot against the tree directly opposite her, blocking half the sidewalk.

"Oh! Oh I'm so sorry." Vicky started, a mixture of emotions surging through her that had nothing to do with having embarrassed herself.

"It's quite alright." The polite young raccoon said as the couple passed by and through the doors of the building. Vicky hoped they were going in for good news.

"World could use a little bit of good news." She sighed to no one in particular. Pinching her brow before drawing her gaze to the street, she watched the mixture of humans and animals walk by. Something twinged deep in Vicky's mind, for a fraction of second things felt off somehow, but just as suddenly as the feeling came it vanished.

Had Vicky been in a better state of mind, and had there not been all manner of magic(k)s coursing through the air, Vicky might have noted that this wasn't a normal sight. She might have found it unusual for raccoons to go into a human fertility clinic. She might have thought it was odd for so many animals to be out and walking around. As things were though, her mind slipped into worry, wondering when the last time either she or Todd tried to make each other laugh for no reason.

Just as she was about to start walking around the block to clear her head, Todd came back through the doors, looking haggard as he had been the last few weeks. He shrugged weakly, letting Vicky know all she needed to.

"Well, we were prepared for that." She said in a forced calm tone, fighting back a stronger flood of emotions. "Let's get home. We'll feel better with some food in us." Todd walked wordlessly next to her, linking fingers with her right hand with a soft squeeze.

They had gone nearly a block without a sound. Vicky strained to keep her words down, not wanting to upset Todd by saying the wrong thing. Thankfully, he spoke first.

"I just feel like I let us down." He said in an empty flat voice.

"Don't you dare!" Vicky snapped back, hopping in front of him and drawing his eyebrows past his shaggy brown hair. "We -both- will have trouble conceiving, okay? We may have a kid in a year, we might never. But don't you -dare- blame yourself for this!" Tears were forming in her eyes, the people passing by either ogling at the outburst or deliberately looking away.

Todd hugged his wife tight, muffling her sobs with his chest. "Sorry... sorry... you're right. We just have to keep trying." He said, strained, as much to himself as to her. "We're not even in our mid twenties. We have all the time in the world." Taking a deep breath, he took her hand and started walking again, trying to get them both home as fast as possible.

With two blocks to go the concentration of animals walking past was growing in their favor. After just two more buildings there wasn't a human in sight. Above them, the demon loomed over, following them with his eyes as they passed his feet.

"We'll get pregnant... I don't care what we have to do." Todd said in a hushed whisper to his wife, not at all eager to have more people staring at them again. "No matter how much money it takes, or weird herbal nonsense we'll rub who knows where. We'll manage." Vicky looked up at him, smiling through a fresh sheen of tears. An eerie chuckle rumbled from the demon's chest as they locked lips, holding his finger above them, another flash of light bursting forth.

Todd pulled back, staring into Vicky's handsome eyes framed around a rusty red muzzle. "Okay?"

"Okay." Vicky sniffled, looking back into Todd's beautiful sparkling blues. Vicky thought Todd never looked so beautiful as she did now, and once again that flicker of something being wrong pinged his mind. Shaking off the feeling with a casual flick of the ear, Vicky held Todd's hand again, heart swelling as she leaned her head against his shoulder. " He adjusted the purse on his shoulder, the only remnants of their human garments, thinking back to his ruminations leaning against the building. "You know what we need?" He asked looking down at her, he felt her shrug against him and continued. "We need to get back to a routine. We've been so stressed out it's probably making us dry up."

"-You- dry up." Todd chimed, a spark of glee shining through his frustration.

"Oi!" He smacked her butt, getting a girlish squeak from her that drew a few eyes. The banter forming between them melting the weight on their shoulders like snow in the sun. Anyone looking at their situation to be unusual, almost as if their stress was vanishing like magic(k). But the couple did not notice nor care to notice how quickly their moods lifted. It was like sunlight after weeks in a damp cave to them.

Finally back at their apartment, looking apart from each other for the first time since their flirting began, Todd made her way to get the key out of her pocket. "Uh..." Wiggling her hand in the open air by her thigh, Todd found herself rather unable to find something that had ceased existing. "Did I forget my key or..."

Sighing benignly, Vicky dug about in his purse, making long over exaggerated eye rolls at an increasingly bemused Todd. Finding the shining brass object, he put it in the door and ushered Todd in with an elaborate bow, her tail flicking in faux indignation.

Todd smiled back after a few seconds, Vicky chuckling in return, raising his hands and making slow grabbing motions. With a squeal Todd was off up the stairs, Vicky sprinting after. The foxes bolted up three flights of stairs, Todd halting at the door and realizing too late he didn't have the key for their place. Vicky sauntered over, making a very impressive show of how cocky he felt after his victory.

Pressing Todd against the door, Vicky ran his muzzle along Todd's, locking their lips together and kissing her with a passion they hadn't felt since the whole ordeal began. Digging through his purse again, incensed that he had put the key back just to make grabby hands, his fingers poked and prodded at every useless item before finally finding it once more. His hand fumbled at the lock, far more immediate issues occupying his brain's ability to multitask. Especially with Todd's full breasts squeezing against him like that. The key slipped in and turned; the two nearly fell into the apartment, holding each other up as both were unwilling to break the kiss first. Eventually, Vicky pulled Todd's lips from his.

Through gasping breaths and strings of saliva, Vicky rumbled "We can always keep trying the old fashioned way." Todd's tail flagged of its own accord, tingles surging through every strand of fur at the remark. The tangled mess of a couple managed to make their way to the couch, scents of arousal starting to make their way up to their noses. Each one twitched in response to the other's musk, exciting them even further, their instincts only adding to the sensations.

Vicky's lips pulled at Todd's left breast, a sharp gasp she could not hope to stop forcing its way into her. The shock to the system gave her her first glimpse into what had changed. For several seconds Todd's mind was left to wander the excitement coursing through her, finding several oddities. For one, her chest never used to alight with pleasure like that, that was something women went through. Another thing, since when did Vicky's -scent- make her feel so electric she couldn't control her own movements? And perhaps most importantly, how was she feeling so aroused yet wasn't getting an erection? Focusing downward, feeling a deep ache that was wholly unfamiliar, Todd clamped his muscles only to feel an alien swooping sensation carry all the way up to his navel. With another gasp only encouraging Vicky as he made his trail of kisses down Todd's belly, he began to growl softly, the vibrations shaking Todd's focus so much all she could do was go limp beneath him.

Next it was Vicky's turn to feel off. As the end of his muzzle sealed around Todd's glistening muff, the taste of vixen in heat washing over his tongue, it occurred to him that when he was down there usually his mouth was -around-, not -inside- something. This prompted some questions about a few other feelings. Like, why was he not aching for her to be inside him? Why instead did he feel like mounting him? Certainly there wasn't anything on him to mount her with. And how was his tongue so deep inside her? How did his ears pick her moans up with such perfect clarity? And what was that feeling shaking about behind him?

He pulled away, eyes going cross as they tried to focus on the nose several inches away down his muzzle. Logic fighting magic(k) in his brain as he -knew- something felt off but couldn't put his finger on what. Logic took a big bump when he felt Todd's maw wrap around his cock. The sudden stimulation in a piece of anatomy he had definitely not had half an hour ago shattered the illusion like a mirror. With a yip worthy of the fox he was, Vicky fell off the couch, scrambling to his feet and patting every square inch of his body.

"I'm! What! And you! YOU! Todd you're!" Vicky could not seem to complete a sentence, his brain firing on overdrive trying to comprehend the situation.

Looking suddenly concerned, Todd walked over to him, taking a hand in hers. "Vicky... Vicky shhhh... I know, it's hard. Just let it out, anything you have to say, anything that could help, just--"

"Todd you're an absolutely gorgeous vixen!" Vicky screamed, blinking for the moment his brain realized it had added the 'absolutely gorgeous' part all on its own.

Todd blinked, the absurdity of the declaration not quite making its way to comprehension. With a soft smile he turned around, shaking his shapely rear at Vicky and earning a hearty throb from his erection. "Vicky, if I were as foxy as you say, I'd have a tail, wouldn't I?" She said as it swished elegantly against his thighs. "And wouldn't I have a vagIIIIIIIIIIIYH!!" Todd squealed as Vicky tugged up on Todd's tail, lifting her all the way up to the tips of her toes.

As he set her down, Todd spun in a frantic circle, patting herself down much like Vicky did seconds ago, but seeming to deal with it much worse. Seeing his husband... well, wife now, in a panic seemed to bring a cool calm over Vicky. He reached out and stopped her spinning, holding her shoulders firm and looking into her eyes.

"Okay..." He started with a deep breath, "okay... we don't know what happened. Or how. Or why." Beginning a speech to help calm your wife down works better when you have an idea of what you're going to say, he thought to himself. "But... We're still together. We're unhurt?" He asked with a tilt of the head, smiling gently as Todd nodded. "Just like when we found out we might not get to have a baby, we can get throuuuuuuu...." Both of their eyes widened, seeming to have come to the same idea at the same time.

"Vicky... Um... if... if we're different now... does that mean we could..." Todd looked up at him, eyes searching his for encouragement.

"Todd... but you... you're the..." Vicky stammered, in complete awe of what she was proposing.

With a soft stamp of a paw, Todd stood tall with her hands on her hips. "Vicky! I love you! We are husband and wife, and I want to start a family with you!" His words sounded cheerful, but forced. Vicky could notice a few small shivers trail up and down her body. "Even if that means... even if that means I'm going to be the one carrying them." She said with a note of finality. She was breathing harder than the occasion warranted and still hadn't stopped trembling.

"That was... awfully fast." Vicky groaned, growing more nervous Todd was going into one of his manic solutions to problems. "Sweetheart, we've turned into foxes. Maybe we can take a moment and--" His attempt to calm down and take stock of what happen was cut down as Todd's lips sealed against his, their tongues now feeling more unfamiliar and awkward against each other than when they were unaware of their changes. That only served as a spark of excitement to the pair though, soon noises each thought they'd never have been able to make filling the room.

Pulling back from the kiss, and pulling Vicky back towards the couch, Todd looked at her husband with a steely eyed resolve that was so opposed to the shivering vixen in front of him seconds ago he was stunned silent. "Vick..." Todd looked up at him, all at once sealing his new identity into his mind, "I don't know what's going on. But we can think of it later." Taking the scruff of his neck, Todd pulled the pair onto the couch, laying flat as Vick hovered over her. "What if this is some sort of test? Some sort of cosmic game asking if we're willing to have kids no matter what?"

Vick blinked, it sounded ridiculous but what if it was true? It certainly was -an- explanation. They had said they'd do anything to have a kid. And the two of them had certainly read enough bad fiction to know that wishes have a price. "Is this a price we're willing to pay?" Vick asked, realizing too late the words had escaped his brain.

"What price?" Todd beamed back, evidently knowing exactly what train of thought Vick was on, "As far as I'm concerned, we get to be parents. And..." A slight rosy blush rose up through her orange fur. "Well I can't say I'm not curious about what it's like..." Her thighs rubbed against Vick's sides. He poofed out like a chinchilla, his entire body shivering at the sheer lustful energy radiating from below.

"Yea me too..." Vick grinned down at her, "Trix." She bristled just like he had moments earlier. Something triggered in her at the finality of having her name changed. Like somehow she could have gone back if she hadn't accepted it.

Spreading her legs wide, with a flexibility Vick was briefly jealous of, Trixie gave the best sultry look she could muster. "Give me your kits, Vick."

Needing no other encouragement, Vick lay atop Trix, tongues entwined once more as he began to line up with her. A cock is an unwieldy thing even having had it your entire life, Vick was finding out. Several long moments of prodding at patches of fur and couch, he gave up and took hold of it with a free hand. Rubbing the tip along a gentle fold, he finally found his goal. A thick bead of lube oozed out along his throbbing member, paused, poised to enter. Opening his eyes Vick found himself staring into Trix's, who seemed to have had the same thought. He had been about to ask if she was okay going forward, but one glimpse into those smoldering eyes told him everything he needed to know.

As Vick slid inside, the couple were both ravaged by the feelings from the other side of sex. Vick feeling a surge of pride and power he'd never before experienced, Trix's entire form sparking with the all-consuming ecstasy that came with a female being pleased in every way she needs. Vick pushed forward for what felt like an eternity, exploring his wife's untouched velvet walls, searching still deeper as she pulsed around him. By the time their hips touched, Trix had felt no less than three separate climaxes, already panting so frantically you'd have thought they were at it for hours.

Unable to keep his tail from wagging, not that he could have anyway as he had no clue how to operate the thing, Vick glowed at the sight of his vixen. She was so wrapped in pleasure he doubted she could have seen him right in front of her. As he pulled out, she jolted, snapping back to attention and locking her eyes down below.

"H-h-hoommmygod~" She mumbled, the fire behind her eyes igniting at the sight of her being penetrated. For as long as Vick pulled out, Trix tried to express how amazing this was to him, only to shoot out half formed sentences and incomprehensible syllables. Her voice was cut out entirely though when he began pushing back in, reaching a peak in a matter of seconds.

"Trix..." Vick sighed happily as their hips made contact once more, "I think you make a better girl than me."
His smugness was stymied by her frantic whisper of, "I don't care just keep fucking me." Replaced instead by the roar of a beast within him, seizing his hips and pumping them back and forth, Trix's shrill squeal of pleasure silenced by Vick's tongue against hers.

As unused to their bodies the pair was, they made short work of finding each other's rhythm. The two held each other in every possible configuration as they made love, occasional bursts of happy tears breaking the cries of lust and longing. But what felt like several eternities together in reality was over all too soon. In just shy of a half hour Vick was pumping frantically, bumping out hushed groans from Trix. On instinct he pressed his hips hard flush to hers, his knot starting to inflate as thick ropes of seed shot deep into Trix's new womb. The feeling of the knot inflating sent her over the edge, farther than she had ever gone before. Her entire world turned white, she was floating in a warm sea of swirling steam...

When she woke, her arms squeezed around Vick in a tight shuddering embrace. Only he wasn’t there. Prying her eyes open she saw her arms wrapped around her own chest. Blushing at how good it felt… and looked, she sat up and scanned around for her husband. Her ear twitched at the sound of sizzling bacon from the kitchen; the movement from her newly mobile appendage causing her to flinch. “Vick?” She called out, registering for the first time just how feminine she sounded, previous squeals and moans notwithstanding.

A quick yap from the kitchen followed by an excited fox appearing in the doorway told her he’d heard. “These ears are -amazing-!” He cheered, tail thrashing about behind him. “Hon I know this is sudden but aside from the height difference I think we can totally work this!” Displaying his newfound control of his tail, he whipped it back and forth with the swishing of his hips. Laying his hands behind his head, his gleeful stare slowly turned into a devilish grin, swaying his hips and tail in a way he knew would draw Trix’s eyes towards his package.

She swallowed, audibly. Marveling in equal parts at how gooey looking at her stud of a fox made her feel, and how well his belly dancing lessons transferred to a “seductive tod” dance. Sucking in a small trail of drool, Trix decided it was time to give as good as she was getting. Sliding off the couch and allowing the purring vixen inside take the wheel, her hips and tail swayed in perfect form as she made her way towards her increasingly flustered husband. Each step pushed another fraction of Vick’s length out of its sheath.

He had stopped cold by the time Trix made her way up to him, his grin melted into a small dumbfounded ‘o’. Trix giggled, then harder at how hopelessly girlish she sounded. “Oh my gosh I think I could get used to those reactions!” She squealed before peppering his face and neck with kisses.

Vick couldn’t help but beam. It felt like nothing had changed between them. Despite the swap in height and sex, their roles seemed to be the same. Their personalities were intact; if anything they were acting more like themselves than they had in a long time. He pulled her close, letting their instincts run roughshod through them as they caressed muzzles.

"So, like..." He said slowly, feeling the awkwardness of what he was about to say on top of stopping all the loving to do so, "If some angelic being comes from Heaven and says we can only have kids if we stay like this..." Vick grit his teeth and rolled his eyes up at the sheer stupidity of how he sounded. A soft surprised growl was forced out of him as Trix licked his neck.

"You give me an orgasm like that and you expect me to say I want to turn back?" She blinked up at him, looking as innocent as she could manage. Giggling at the dry swallow followed by a "gnk-uh?" coming from Vick, she held him even tighter. "Honestly. I don't care what I am so long as I'm with you." Her head gently rubbed along his chest. "Having kids with you is just a bonus."

The two locked eyes, both sets misting as they stared at each other. Their lips drew close once more... only to part rather violently as the screeching fire alarm struck at their newly enhanced senses of hearing. "THE BACON!" Vick yelled as he bolted back into the kitchen.

Trix sighed, patting her lower stomach twice as she watched her husband dump an entire bag of flour all over the pan, stove top, and floor. "You better hope I get pregnant! I'm divorcing you if you ever dare to burn the bacon again!" She screamed over the shrill beeps of the alarm.

ONE YEAR LATER

Little Todd sat atop his mom's plump belly, pointing at everything that moved like the world's most adorable alarm system.

"Bah!" He declared, pointing at a bird flying overhead.

"Yes~ you did it~." His mom said sarcastically, flipping through the book she had brought to wait on her husband with.

"Bihm!" Todd replied, pointing at a squirrel in a sweatshirt.

"I had no idea~." She crooned, rolling her shoulder as it grew stiff from holding her arms straight in the air. Luckily she didn't have to any longer; the silhouette of her husband looming over her.

"Wait long?" He asked, setting down his briefcase and kissing her softly, plucking Todd off her belly and giving him a few quick licks.

"No Vick, just five minutes of 'Bah!' this time." Trix rolled over, pushing her way to her knees and having to cradle her back. Vick took a half step forward to help but Trix held up her hand. Grimacing with a few short breaths, she pushed off the ground hard, managing to get her way to her feet. “Any day now, hm?” She slapped at her belly several times. “Any day now for how many days, now?”

“They just love how good of a home you’ve been for them. Why would they want to leave?” Vick said through a grin that quickly turned to a grimace as Todd plucked a whisker from his dad’s muzzle. Laughing in equal parts at the terrible attempt at making her feel better and the small torture their son inflicted upon his father, Trix held her husband’s hand and began the walk back to their apartment.