It was a warm and honeyed morning, as Shawn realised he was awake. Hot and sweet, but not unpleasantly so, as the air conditioning was slowly spinning up. He rolled in his blankets, cosy against his partner, familiar and satisfying. "Morning," she murmured. He kissed her forehead, and she licked his face, because she was a cartoon fox. Vivid colours as compared to him, with velvet fur and smooth patterns in red and gold, white hair and paws and deep brown eyes, as tall as Shawn and entirely made of living ink. This was Chloe, his significant other of eight years. Or was it nine now? Still felt like a happily long time. Though tall, she was light, and Shawn lifted her to rest on his body, squeezing her paw hands and playing with her feet. Noses touched. Her tail danced against his naked legs. Chloe's ears twitched, and they kissed in a more traditional way, her head tilted to better fit against his human face. "You're going to be late," she chided, as his fingers began to roam down her back, through fur and under her tail. "It'll be fine," said Shawn. "Not much on. Unless you're busy?" "Mmm. It can wait," replied the fox, with a fluster to her cheeks as his hand pressed up against her most sensitive spot. Oooh, mrrf… Toons had been around for a long time, such that they were just part of life, and certainly part of Shawn's. Human-toon relationships were unusual, but not unknown, though the human felt very fortunate they had managed to fall for another in the way they had. Chloe loved being so light in his arms, Shawn loved the feel of inky fur against him. It was time for another kiss, for his hands to stroke and fondle, for her nimble fingers to curl in his chest hair. Her tail looped a leg, her tush rocked happily on his hand and then further up his belly, Chloe so keen to feel him grow more aroused under her tail and against her nullspot. Although a girl, the fox was like all toons in that she had no genitalia, smooth all the way from belly to tail. Even so, she was still sexually active, sensitive over her chest and especially her nullspot, where Shawn had raced to with practiced fingers. It was a fantastic button and Chloe could figuratively melt into her partner's fondling for ages, losing track of time and place, just a fox excited and loved. She might have done so just now, ushered along by what seemed like Shawn's haste. A shame to cut down on foreplay, but understandable. Not so, as human fingers scratched behind her ears, triggering dissonance as her leg began to kick about. Eyes met, the man's excited length brushing against her nullspot and nestling with tip against tail. Patronising? Just playful, in and out of pleasure, and her tongue wrapped his as the two drew into a deep kiss. Shawn laid on the bed as Chloe sat up, paws either side of him. So different to human feet, four wide toes with short claws that looked sharp but weren't. His hands squeezed her hips as he rocked, lifting her so he could grind upwards, teasing her nullspot and tush in a way that made her yip and moan. Since she was held, paws moved up to rub his shoulders, cheeks and face, wiggly toes. Now it was Shawn's turn to blush, giving his sweet fox little nibbles and licks over digits and pads. Different, but intimate, and in between his own rutting and her presence and enjoyable sounds, this was bliss. Chloe's turn to change the pace, panting and setting her legs down to turn around, showing her partner the full back view; red and gold tail, smooth patch, white paws. Her nullspot ended up right against his nose, while her muzzle decided to get a taste of her man's stiff pecker. Slick, smooth, dry tongue; warm muzzle, panting. Licking up his balls, then onto shaft and up to a lightly damp tip. The vixen could take him all into her foxy mouth, close and snug, smoothness against his face and her belly against his. Shawn closed his eyes, on edge with his stiff cock filling her mouth, nose and kneading hands playing with her tail and nullspot and coaxing out muffled yips and squeaks. Such a good position. Paws and hands roaming skin and fur, eager to grab and explore, fox and human enjoying the sensual attention. More salty pre-seed rolled around her tongue, as they pushed and rocked; Shawn didn't want to move and Chloe stopped really thinking about the time, so busy they were with each other. He naturally wanted to hit that edge, humping faster and slower, but it was her loud gasp and a helpful squeal that distracted him enough to notice wet spots of her ink on his face. The fox questioned with a look when he stopped so suddenly, but she was happy for him to shuffle out from under her, firm hands laying her down so he could pick up grinding against her nullspot once again. Red and gold inky patches and wet white pre eased more friction, and Shawn became faster again as a result. This was the toony equivalent of approaching climax with someone intimate, feeling so safe while mixing colours and enjoying one another. Even as close as they were, it had taken time to reach this point, and the first time was quite the surprise. Now, a few years later, it made Shawn happy to have more in common with his partner. It was too easy to think Chloe might have been a dream, with her colourful inky fox shape looking every bit a work of art. Sharing seed and ink over sex brought a touch of physical perspective, made them closer. Wasn't he the most fortunate? A beautiful partner, stable life and great sex, almost everything was just right. Chloe moaned and shivered underneath, murmuring enjoyment as Shawn slid against her nullspot and played with her tail. A rhythm to get lost in, eager and playful, hump and hump and- oh! He gasped and closed his eyes too as his seed painted her tail and tush, her ink rubbed into his body and legs, the pair of them messy and satisfied as his arms wrapped her tightly and the fox lowered them to the bed again. Huff. She'd stay with him while he felt happily snoozy, nibbling at his ears. "Though you should get going," she reminded, after about the right amount of time. Quiet, Shawn hugged a little tighter, protective. Did he have to? Yes, he probably did. In the shower, he got cleaned up. Scrubbing worked well with a little soap to take the ink off his skin, though doing so made him wistful. Toon ink was amazing and mysterious; as far as anyone could tell that's all a toon was made of, and yet they were as alive as Shawn or any other human. The reason Chloe had instinctively started painting him with it during sex was that she trusted him enough to want children, and mixing ink like this during sex was how new toons were born. It wouldn't work in this case though; semen wasn't ink, nothing would happen. They'd both get cleaned up and it'd be another day. It wasn't just instinct and trust though: when Shawn had asked Chloe about it she said yes, she'd love to. Absolutely. It would be wonderful. But, he was human and she was an anthro toon fox, so there wasn't anything to be done. Perhaps they could adopt in time, but there was no rush for that. Even so, it still came to mind now and then, particularly at times like this. Just a thing they couldn't do, when many other things were wonderful. She passed by him as he left the bathroom, her tail against a leg, pausing and easily encouraged into a little kiss. Such a lovely warm start to the day. --- It was about three weeks later, and Chloe woke up sprawled out in their warm bed as morning sunlight trickled in through gaps in the curtains. Alone, which was not unusual if Shawn needed to be out early for work. She rolled over, enjoyed his scent left on the bed, smiled at the new day. Life was good. Perhaps not perfect, but when was it ever? Even with the ups and downs, each day was a treasure. Today was a red and gold day, and she descended the stairs in clothes that matched her fur very closely. Chloe had been making a mental list of what needed to be done, but she let it slide when she saw Shawn still at home, sitting at the kitchen table still in his pyjamas. "Oh, not feeling well? The bed is still warm," she said, taking a guess, nuzzling his hair. What was on the table caught her eye: an ornate clear glass bottle, toony construction, filled with a shifting liquid of different colours. The fox squeaked, recognising it but not entirely sure what to make of it. "Wow. It is pretty, isn't it," she started. "Definitely a conversation piece," she hinted, strongly, her tail refusing to stay still. "Of course. But I thought you'd have talked me out of even looking," smiled Shawn, apprehensively. "Puts things into perspective, having it right to hand. Would love to talk when you're free." Chloe gave the man a hug from behind, and then pulled out a chair to sit alongside him. "I'm here for you. What's on your mind?" The tall glass bottle was a cartoon potion: a blend of ink and colour and sugar and mystery. If Chloe drank it, the effects would be unpredictable and wear off over a few days. However, it wasn't really meant for her, but for Shawn. Any human who drank the potion would change into a toon. Not just for the day, or even the week or month: they'd be a cartoon completely and permanently. They talked at length, although it wasn't a surprise to Chloe; it all came back to them and to having kids. It was a big deal, no doubt, but Shawn thought it would be worth it. He'd have a lot to get used to, it wouldn't affect work though he'd have plenty of days off first. Though it wasn't wholly that, as being a toon had its appeal. If he didn't feel he could embrace it, then he'd never have seriously considered the idea. The fox couldn't deny the gesture, it certainly wasn't something she could ever ask him to do, but of course it had to be right for him. "It does change you," she replied, after some hours of discussion, before holding up her paws. "Yeah, I know, that's the whole point. But I mean, you won't just look different. You'll be different. Ahh, tell you what, let's have a day. My treat. Lunch, time away from the house, whatever we want. Maybe your last day as a human, and if that gives you a shiver it probably should. Good, bad, there's no need to rush. Think about it. I'll support you any which way, Shawn. I love you." Taking his hand, the toon fox's tail eager and fun as she led him back to the stairs. Shawn smiled, and let himself come along. The conversation had tied him in knots, but he felt better for it, and for this chance now to relax and settle on his idea. Such a wonderful partner, his Chloe. --- After lunch, and a walk outside of town, and dinner, they were both more relaxed and refreshed. Back home, Shawn returned to consider the bottle and his decision, but at this point he was very satisfied indeed. Taking the stopper off the bottle, a few little sparkles popped out and stayed in the air, before disappearing. Chloe's eyes seemed large, and she leaned a bit closer. "Do you mind if I watch?" asked the fox, and of course he didn't. He was glad for the company. Deep breath. He lifted the ornate bottle, and drank; a little, a lot, all the way down until the last drops slid into his mouth. No residue. All that mysterious magic inside him, starting to take hold. At first, nothing but the sweetness on his tongue, and a still period which made him wonder if it was the real deal. Then, a strange twisted feeling in his stomach as he suddenly grew longer and thinner, gasping in surprise, stretched and elastic as though invisible hands were pulling him apart. Chloe's face was a picture as the man's body curved and lurched, trousers and underwear falling down around his ankles before he snapped back down into his more regular shape, a little dazed and euphoric. Humans couldn't do that. Shawn felt embarrassed, but really that was his sign to stop worrying and start thinking like the toon he'd soon be. Now he was firmly in the grasp of some invisible power, which would do to him as it liked. Shawn walked slowly over to his couch, just T-shirt and socks left on him as he sat back and Chloe followed, smiling fox face, tail flicking very occasionally. It started from the feet up, socks very quickly beginning to swell up and strain, and the man fought to get them off. Underneath, bright and vivid cream paws stretched into being, with inky black claws. The toon fox had herself a closer look, with paws and nose and tongue. Four big toes wiggled freely, plump and toony and strange. Shawn felt the tickles and fidgeted about, smiling back at her, covering that little itch of uncertainty though it was far too late for second thoughts. Just needed to settle down during his next taste of change, a very tactile sense of things to come. The line of fresh creamy ink was flowing up his legs, as though cast by an artist's brush. On it went up his legs, which scrunched up shorter as his thighs grew more plump, not too dissimilar to Chloe although larger. Starting to touch his belly, the ink felt very strange against his private parts. Creamy colour quickly replaced hair and skin, and Shawn was feeling very conflicted to watch himself shrink down there. Smaller, smoother, oddly sensual. The man knew it was coming, though the reality felt more uncomfortable than he'd anticipated. Hands reached down there, as though he might be able to stem the change, but all he did was start his fingers changing into handpaws with more nimble digits. Soon there was only a bump, and soon after that he was smooth with fresh ink. Chloe stroked his hair, telling him it'd be fine, though soon she was scratching behind his ears as they grew tall, pointed and blue. It took away from his embarrassment, mostly to himself at reacting so much. It would be fine, and it wouldn't stop him having kids with the fox he loved, in fact very much the opposite! Was he going to be a fox? That would be a coincidence, but up to this point he couldn't see a huge difference. Eventually that came from his tail, which forced him to his feet with a start as it ballooned out behind him. Fairly even with a tapered tip, blue on top and cream underneath, it didn't look like a foxy brush at all. Chloe rested hers next to it, and then let the two tails nestle together. Shawn was on edge, feeling every part of his very own tail for the first time. Human senses could just about notice its absence, but this was completely new. Distracting. Blue and cream covered his shoulders, his hair and head, and as his face started to disappear into ink he couldn't easily be mistaken for human any more. Now, he was much more of a toon. Soon, he'd be all of one. Just his face and head left to change, then. Thoughts were already starting to drift, like something was turning up his playfulness, making him feel a bit silly and distracted. Exaggerated would be the right word, and he brought Chloe into a hug, keen to feel her close as the last of his human self ebbed away. Blue above the nose, cream below it, with a little line of gold through his headfur and down into the longer fuzz around his back and shoulders. Soft blue eyes. Broad muzzle, toony teeth, long tongue. The fox looked up, to see Shawn's face as that of a toon wolf. It'd be something to get used to, but gosh, he was still so handsome. Wolf? Chloe led him to the mirror and that's what he saw, looking all around. Blue and cream wolf! No trousers or shoes, and he had lost some height so some new clothes would be best. His shirt hung on him, big and silly, and he smiled at it. The toon fox started to pull it off him though, encouraging her wolf's arms up, curious to see him in his entirety. Happy and interested, walking her paws over his shoulders and chest, curling her tail against his legs. Fox paws roamed his sides, and then brushed through his tail. Fox feet nudged at wolf feet, four toes nestling together. "You look really good," she said, filling the silence bashfully. Chloe did love him, she was excited for his change, and she didn't want to go thinking and feeling one look was better than the other - both were certainly Shawn. This was their future, and while he remained a joy to look at, hopefully he'd also feel good about himself inside as well. She wasn't wrong, being a toon would change him, and they could happily find out together what that would mean. "I feel fantastic," said the toon wolf. "Really fresh. Kinda familiar, like I thought maybe I'd have to get used to being me again." "As I understand the potion, you're still you. It's not like you get something random. If you'd always been a toon, this is who you'd be." "Oh? Ah! I think I get it. Mostly," said Shawn, looking at his toony paws, turning them over and wiggling his fingers. "Though I do hope you've got some more time this week, I could really use the company." Chloe had a few things on, but they could wait. This week would be their week. Soon, though, they'd need to work out how to let the rest of the world know… --- It was a warm and honeyed morning as Chloe the toon fox stretched her arms and legs, shuffling about in the bed she shared with her partner. The soft hum of the air conditioning was white noise, and she felt so relaxed today. Certainly an unusual couple of weeks, but rewarding. Paws slid through bedcovers, eagerly looking for familiar snuggles. When she was tired enough, it'd still be a gentle surprise to find Shawn as a cartoon like her, but this morning it was ideal. Red foxy digits against blue inky toony wolf fur. Her head on his shoulder. Ears twitching, and his following along soon after. They were fox and wolf now. It had been such a tremendous gesture, it had brought them gently closer. "Morning," he murmured, lifting an arm to give Chloe more room. She kissed his nose, and he licked her face. Cheeky. He seemed to delight in his new self, indulgent and mostly innocent. The fox noticed he seemed livelier and more vibrant after his change, although he did sleep more. Still so soft and sensible, just now with a little hint of unpredictability. Aw, wasn't he adorable? Shawn lifted her onto him, and she rolled them both until he was under. Impish, toothy smile. Tails played together. Pawfingers steepled together, squeezed happily. Noses touched, and Chloe tilted her head for a muzzly kiss. Tongues mingled, running along toony teeth, her legs straddling either side. Her paws let go to rub along his cream belly, as his firm digits brushed up and down the sides of her body. The toon fox sat up, putting weight in his lap, feeling the warmth of their two nullspots edging ever closer. She whined, and grew more flustered. Honestly, Chloe hadn't had that kind of morning in mind… but now she was there, with her wolf gazing up at her and returning a more sleepy lewd smile, she was all in favour. It wasn't the first time they'd enjoyed a moment together. Shawn still had the magic touch, but now he was squeezing her rear, swishing her red tail with his slimmer blue one. The vixen loved everything about him, from his bright appearance to the care and attention he gave; slow, building up, claws tracing around the base of her tail, before pulling close to squeeze nullspots together. A shared moan, which made the wolf a little bashful. It was very different down there as a toon, but he was used to how things worked with Chloe. Plus, as he'd learned, when they rubbed nullspots together it felt entirely wonderful. Her wolf seemed energetic, keen to take the initiative, but Chloe had a strong mood. He'd stay under, with his ears nibbled and their tails looped together, almost unnaturally snug and twined in that way toons could. They were just ink, of course; lively and colourful, appearances more a reflection of themselves than anything else. That's how Shawn could blush, soft pink in his blue and white cheeks. When she tilted her head and leaned down, muzzles met so completely. Huge, heady kisses with her paws down his body. Slow rolling of their hips together, nullspots close and warm, undulating and needful. The fox moaned, muffled and passionate, as wolfy paws stroked through the slight fur of her ears and head. So sweet. Her big good wolf; he couldn't be bad. Chloe's thoughts blurred in pleasure, and each time they pulled close she yipped out loud. Shawn was more relaxed than her, eyes closing in enjoyment, flustered to be with his partner in such high spirits. Faster, deeper rubs, leaving their kiss and arching back as though she was riding him. Realisation dawned that she could feel their ink running wet, just together where their nullspots met, and she stifled a much louder noise. A soft little whine, as eager paws pulling Shawn's against her belly. Now each push was mixing their ink together, a little bit on him and a lot on her, spots of red and blue and a fresh purple blend she couldn't see but could feel. Wolfy eyes gazed up at her as Chloe sank into a rhythm, up and down, tails squeezed together so tightly. There they were, two toons as one, in a long and drawn-out climax that made the fox grow ever warmer until she thought she'd burst. Ah, she couldn't hold back her whines any more, she almost didn't want to. Why shouldn't she enjoy it? Who'd tell them to be quiet? It was hard to tell how long that went on, but in the end they both stopped when the mood told them to, with a low wolfy howl and a squeaky and satisfied foxy yelp, and deep exhausted breaths as worldly sensations started to return. Still in their bed, a little sleepy even though they'd both just woken. Shawn stretched out his arms, flopping them and his tail on the bed, panting with his tongue out. Chloe enjoyed her perch as long as she could, before rolling to her side. Sheets would need a wash. Blue, white and purple spots and splotches were around her nullspot and the edges of her belly, warm and real, not budging as her paws rubbed delicately over the area. That was her now, at least until all was ready for her to introduce a new toon to the world. Their kit. Wow, that thought made her shiver with joy. The scent in their room was subtly changed and Shawn looked over to see why, curious and bashful. Seeing her, his paw teased between his own legs and came back with a few little smears of their ink, and the wolf put two and two together. So intimate, so immediate, would they actually be parents in a few months? Not all toons who kept mixed ink came to term, but Chloe wore a satisfied look. He snuggled up to her, under an arm so she could hug if she liked, his arm around her tightly with paw stroking her sides. So he'd be late, never mind, they could just cuddle here as long as she wanted…