Andlat could not remember when it had happened, but he knew that he had been snatched. He had been walking down the street when suddenly he had ended up here, wherever that was. He looked around, but the plain cement walls had not changed since his last survey. There was not a single window. It was a gray room with a metal door. He sighed and stared up at the nondescript ceiling for what must have been the millionth time. He had considered calling out a few times, but he had the sense that that would do nothing. Andlat knew that he had been snatched.
	He sighed and scratched under the plain leather collar around his neck, the only clothing that he was wearing. His cock and balls hung between his legs. He had tried masturbating from pure boredom, but that had lost its allure rather quickly. He traced the collar’s length in his paws, but he could not locate the latch. It was just one unending loop of leather, it seemed. He sighed.
	“Why me?” He bemoaned aloud, his voice rusty from disuse. He had no way of knowing just how long he had been in this cell. His ears perked and he looked up as the heavy metal door creaked up on unoiled hinges, allowing two figures to enter. They were both dressed from head to toe in skintight rubber, but the fox could not determine their species. One of them approached with a sinister-looking hook, latching it into the D ring at the front of the fox’s collar. The hook buzzed and formed a solid ring of metal, allowing them to easily pull the fox along.
	Andlat stumbled along as the rubber-clad furs led him through a brightly lit corridor. His genitals bouncing and swung as his escorts dragged him at a rapid pace. He glanced at the lines of metal doors, but there was no way of determining what resided behind them as they kept moving without hesitation. He yelped as the collar tugged at his throat, his tail flowing smoothly behind him as he nearly ran to keep up.
	They took their captive fox into a large room where a rather imposing leopard sat, his tail swaying back and forth curiously as the fox was brought in. Something about him reminded Andlat of a judge in a court.
	“This one is interesting. Vulpes vulpes.” He purred to himself. The two rubber-clad furs stood on either side. “This one will step forward.” The leopard instructed. Andlat obeyed shyly, his tail wrapped around his leg self-consciously. The leopard looked him over for barely an instant before speaking again. “This one is a girl. Bathe her and prepare her for the showroom.” Andlat’s eyes widened and he yelped.
	“I’m not a girl!” He protested. The rubber-clad furs pulled him back by the pole and he felt a powerful jolt of electricity surge through his body, only enough to remind him of his captivity. He was urged through a door with the symbol for female on it. The pole was removed from his collar and the rubber-clad furs retreated. Andlat looked around in confusion. “Hello?” He said softly, his voice echoing in the darkness of the room. With a loud clang, the lights came on.
	“Oh! She’s a vixen!” An unseen voice said excitedly.
	“It’s been forever since we pampered a vixen.” A second voice matched the first’s enthusiasm. Andlat felt paws gently take his arms and lead him forward, his eyes still adjusting to the bright lights. He looked to his left and saw a roo in a pink nurse’s outfit. To his right was a lynx in a matching uniform. The lynx smiled warmly.
	“Don’t be shy, dear. We’re just going to give you a nice bath and make your fur all nice and soft.” She explained sweetly.
	“After that, we can work on bringing out your feminine charm.” The roo added. “Just relax. It’s just us girls now.”
	“I’m not a girl.” Andlat said dumbly. Both attendants laughed.
	“You could have fooled me.” The lynx said jovially. Andlat was about to argue, but his nose twitched as he smelled the aroma of strawberries. He looked around for the source, his eyes falling on a large bathtub of rose porcelain filled to the brim with pink bubbles saturated with the smell of strawberries and a secondary aroma of vixen pheromones; the perfect bath mixture for a prissy vixen. Andlat tried to hold back, but his attendants were too forceful. He plunged in with a mighty splash! He yelped as the water came up, filling his lungs. He came coughing, much to the lynx and roo’s amusement.
	“You aren’t supposed to breathe it, sweetie!” The roo teased. Andlat grumbled as he struggled to catch his breath, the two attendants setting to work thoroughly washing his fur. The fox sat still, feeling helpless as they moved him around as they wanted him, the twin aromas of strawberries and vixen clinging to his fur.
	“I don’t know what you were thinking keeping your fur straight.” The lynx chided. “This mixture is giving it such a pretty curl.”
	“She’s a million times more feminine already.” The roo agreed. “Although her butt and hips were already indicative of her girlishness.” 
	“Very true, Michelle.” The lynx said, smacking the fox’s rump and making him squeal girlishly. The two attendants laughed for what felt like an eternity to the poor fox. He glanced down over his body, whimpering as the attendants’ words were coming true, his fur curling subtly. This also had the effect of making his fur more fluffy, transforming him from a svelte young todd into a feminine fluff ball. 
	“Did you see how much her butt jiggles?” Michelle remarked cheerfully. “Any girl would kill to have her butt, I think.” The attendants spent the next few minutes smacking the fox’s rump in turn, giggling as it jiggled. Andlat squealed every time, but they ignored him for the time being. 
At long last, they grew tired of playing with the fox’s butt and returned to giving him a bath. The lynx procured a pink bucket from somewhere and used it to pour water over the fox’s head, ensuring that no part of his body was spared by the pink bubbles. 
	The attendants wasted no time in tugging the fox out of the bath, drying him off with a pair of fluffy pink towels.
	“Who’s a pretty girl? You are! Yes, you are!” The lynx crooned, patting the fox on the head.
	“Yes, she is. And we’re not even done with her makeover yet.” Michelle added as she the fox’s unprotected rump another smack. He yelped shrilly, getting him off-guard as they pushed him toward a pink and white salon chair. He plopped down and the attendants set to work on his nails. They cleaned his claws and shaped them from the useful digging tools that they were into elegant curves of femininity. Soon, they were adorned in candy pink nail polish on all four paws.
	“Perfect!” The lynx said.
	“We’re truly artists, aren’t we, Emmy?” Michelle said cheerfully.
	“I think a certain vixen is ready to get dressed though.” Emmy replied. They each grabbed a paw and pulled Andlat up.
	“What kind of panties did you wear before this, dear?” Michelle asked; her roo face in a big grin.
	“I wore briefs, not panties.” Andlat protested. He squealed as Emmy’s paw smacked his rump.
	“Don’t lie. Briefs would never fit that butt properly. We’ll just have to show her how well panties cup her butt.” Emmy accentuated her statement with another whack at Andlat’s sore rump.
	“But I do wear briefs.” Andlat whimpered, but Michelle spanked his rear. He could feel his butt jiggling. The attendants parked Andlat in front of a series of three mirrors. He blushed as he saw how fluffy his fur was and just how pink his claws were. He stared into his reflection’s eyes.
	“Three. Two. One. Get her!” Michelle dove and tackled the fox to the floor. He yelped and squirmed and clawed, but it was no use. With Emmy’s help, the fox was soon in a pair of pink panties with a big frilly white heart on the butt. They lifted him up and showed him his butt in the mirror. Andlat would never admit it, but the panties lifted his butt and made it look bigger and rounder. Briefs had either constricted his rump or made it strangely shaped, but these seemed to fit him quite well, surrounding his butt’s natural shape.
	“There we are. All that’s left is the finishing touches.” Emmy said. Michelle held the fox in her arms as Emmy went to work with white bows. The two largest, twins in every way, went on opposite ends, one on the tip of his tail where red fur met white and the other atop his head. Small bows went above each of his paws. Last but not least, an enormous bow with tails went on the underside of his collar so that it was right under his chin.
	“She looks like a doll!” Michelle cooed.
	“From tomboy to prissy pet!” Emmy agreed. The fox whimpered in the roo’s strong arms as she held him in front of the mirror. Bows, lacy panties, nail polish, fluffy fur. It had all come so fast and transformed him completely.
	“There’s just one thing missing.” Michelle said, winking at Emmy. The lynx chuckled and reached into a pocket.
	“Lipstick!” Emmy announced.
	“Pucker up like a good prissy pet!” Michelle ordered, smacking the fox’s pantied butt. Andlat squealed and obeyed, fearful of what they might do otherwise.
	“Good girl!” They praised in unison as Emmy expertly adorned his lips with the pink lipstick. Andlat stared at himself in horror, his green eyes wide within the white mask of fur on his face.
	“Anything else?” Michelle asked.
	“I don’t think so.” Emmy replied. They each took one last chance to smack Andlat’s jelly rump. “I’m going to miss her squeals.” Emmy admitted.
	“She may be our best work yet.” Michelle added as she carried the sissy fox over to what appeared to be a pink puffball. As they drew closer, Emmy walked ahead and opened it like a clamshell. Inside was a white lacy bedspread and matching pillows. Michelle set Andlat down, latching the D ring of his collar onto a hidden leash so that he was lounging, his butt toward the back of the clamshell. The back wall, however, was a heart-shaped mirror that was at the perfect angle to reflect his panties.
	“I hope her new owner appreciates that she’s so precious!” Emmy said.
	“Whoever it is, they’ll appreciate her. She’s probably destined for a life of panties, petticoats, pet show beauty pageant wins, boutique visits, and prissy pet prances through the park.”
	“She’s so precious!” Emmy repeated, kissing Andlat’s cheek. The fox blushed and whimpered, humiliated by all this.
	“Step away, Emmy. It’s time for our prissy vixen to go to her new life.” Michelle said. They both waved good-bye as the puffball began to rise up toward the ceiling. Andlat whined and whimpered, but it was no use as he disappeared into the high metal ceiling. He travelled through a smooth silver tube, ever upward.
	The puffball emerged out of a smooth wood floor and came to a stop. Andlat looked around and saw that there were a number of other furs all arranged on displays like he was. A couple of furs across from him smelled overpoweringly of male pheromones. They were all naked, their cocks and balls displayed prominently. To Andlat’s left and right were proper female furs, neither of whom were anyway near as dolled up as he was. He blushed and stared down at his meticulously manicured paws.
	A door opened at the far end of the room with a musical jangle. Andlat resisted the urge to look up as he heard voices. His nose twitched as he smelled a wet diaper.
	“If you’ll follow me, we can take a look. We don’t have too many pets right now, but I’m sure we can find just the right one.”
	“My kitten has his heart set on a boy, so why don’t we start there?” As the voices drew closer, Andlat studied his paws intently, hoping that they would not even notice him. “My, look at her!”
	“No, momma! That one’s too girly!” Andlat knew immediately that they were talking about him. He looked up and saw a tiger, her cub in her arms.
	“But look how pretty she is!” 
	“Mommy!” The cub whined. “I don’t want a dumb girly pet.” The tiger sighed.
	“Well, I don’t like the looks of any of these other pets, so we’ll try again some other time.” They left just as quickly as they had arrived. Andlat breathed a sigh of relief, but then the door jangled again. He shrugged, figuring that the tiger and her cub had returned. The smell of a wet diaper had returned, so that was probably it.
	“Go ahead and find which one you want, sweetie.” The voice, while maternal, was different. Andlat’s eyes perked up as he heard the sound of heavy pawfalls. He looked up to see the smiling face of a lion. The lion wore a Kung-Fu Panda t-shirt, but from the waist down, he had on only a diaper that had clearly been recently used.
	“Hi!” He said cheerfully. Andlat whimpered shyly.
	“Hi.” He replied, whispering. The big cub grinned.
	“I like you.” To Andlat’s surprise, the lion leaned in and took a deep whiff. “You smell like strawberries.” 
	“I had a bath.” Andlat replied, looking down. 
	“Momma! I want the vixen!” The lion yelled suddenly. The lioness came over.
	“I thought you wanted a boy, pumpkin.”
	“I like this one! She wears panties and her butt smells like strawberries!”
	“She is pretty.” The lioness admitted. “But she’ll need to be pampered thoroughly. Panties, bows, the whole nine yards.” The lioness kneeled down and studied the fox more closely. Andlat blushed and stayed still as she pet him, her paw slipping down around his panties. Her paw landed right on his cock and she smiled. “But, if you’re sure.”
	“I am!” The lion said firmly. The lioness grinned and took the fox by the collar.
	“What will you name her?” 
	“Um…. Lassie?”
	“Lassie was a collie, kitten.”
	“Oh, yeah. How about Lucy? Annabelle? Mary Lou?” Andlat blushed as the lion ran through girly names. “Tinkerbell? Charlotte? Cindy?”
	“None of those sound right.” The lioness said thoughtfully. “How about Rose?”
	“No, momma.” The lion replied. He thought deep and hard. “I’ve got it! Scarlett!” Andlat yelped and shook his head, but they ignored him.
	“Very nice! Almost as pretty a name as Lilly.” The lioness said, patting Andlat’s head right on the big white bow.
	“That can be her middle name!” Hunter said excitedly. “Scarlett Lilly Vixen!” He hugged Andlat tightly. “That’s you, pretty girl. Scarlett Lilly Vixen!”