The New Vixen

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	It was the smell that woke Bob up, or more accurately a stench.  He was lying on an unfamiliar bed. He lifted his head off the pillow and tried to get up but something was wrong with his body.  Though not in any pain, his body didn't feel quite right.  The bladder was full as per usual upon waking, at least that felt normal.  He tried to roll over and got a glimpse of his arm, it was covered in black, yellowish and a few white hairs.  What the hell he thought in a bit of panic.  He quickly looked at the rest of himself.  His eyesight wasn't that great but the giant fluffy tail made it pretty obvious what he supposedly had become.  He had previously thought it would be neat to be a fox but now he wasn't so sure, they kinda have a sucky life.
	
	He figured he must be dreaming, might as well play along he figured, he just hoped he could wake up soon as he had to pee. He had heard if you pee in a dream you wet the bed.  
	
	He took a closer look at himself, why the hell was he mostly yellowish?  He had the unmistakable markings of a red fox but he should look brownish or reddish or something shouldn't he?.  He stood up a bit wobbly on all fours,  he found that it felt totally normal to walk like that.  He walked a bit around the bed and realized the bed was part of the terrible smell.  He never remembered smelling anything in dreams. He noticed he had a collar on.  
	
	He had always used the same shit, different day criteria to determine if he was actually sleeping, this was definitely different shit.  Despite that it sure felt real.  He realized that as a fox he would be naked, also not unusual in his dreams.  He didn't really feel that naked though, the fur was very plush and kinda functioned as natural clothes.  Obviously the fur wouldn't cover the embarrassing parts.  
	
	He decided to see what exactly was going on down there.  He looked at his whiteish belly and didn't really see much except a few nipples, well foxes have a lot of them he guessed.  Wait a minute he thought, aren't foxes built the same as dogs?  That could only mean one thing, it was one of those head sewn to the carpet surprises. He realized he was in fact a girl fox before he even looked at the actual parts.  He looked at his uh, vixen parts.  It didn't really look like girl dog parts, just pretty basic.  Looking at it reminded him he still had too pee, that was starting to get really annoying.  Ok that's interesting he thought, what now?  
	
	He hopped off the bed. He figured he could at least use his huge tail to cover his asshole and vulva if anyone saw him.  He was looking around the unfamiliar house looking for the bathroom.  He found the bathroom and walked inside.  He looked at the toilet and wondered how he could possibly use it without risking falling into the toilet water.  He looked at the bathtub and figured that would probably work.  He awkwardly squatted down and took his pee being careful not to get any on his feet. 
	
	He felt so much better now.  Once again he wondered what he should do, he was pretty sure this wasn't a dream anymore.  He looked around the house some more and noticed that his eyesight was off, he all of a sudden figured something out, he was partially color blind like foxes are.  It made him wonder why are red foxes red if they can't see red.  That is why he looked yellowish to himself. 

	He found the kitchen and looked around.  He was nosing each cabinet door open looking for something to eat.  All he found was pots and pans and other kitchen crap. He looked up at the counter top.  It didn't look that high, he figured he could probably hop up there.  He crouched and got ready to launch. He jumped up and didn't quite make it.  He fell on the floor with a soft thud.

	Well that was undignified, He thought.  Got to try it again.  He launched again with more force and made it up with little trouble. He found the kitchen sink and nosed the faucet on, no water came out.  Damn he thought, though he wasn't surprised, the house was abandoned and didn't have any power so no water either.  Shit he would have to drink wild animal water, he thought.  

	He nosed the upper cabinets open and found some canned food, not a whole lot of good that did him as he couldn't open the cans. He did find a box of Peanut butter Captain Crunch, ah yes the cereal God eats.  He loved that stuff as a human. He was able to open the box and eat some of the contents inside, it was strange eating with a snout.  The cereal was stale but wasn't terrible, he would love to find a fresh box. 

	He found another item that peaked his interest on the counter top. It was an empty package that read  "critter protector 25 collar", the package had a list of things it would protect your critter from including fleas, ticks and small caliber gunshots among other things.  It had a built in 25 year power source.  Bob thought that must be what was on him, at least somebody cared enough to give him some protection.     

	He wasn't sure what to do now, though he should probably find something to drink.   He figured he should probably leave the house and see what is going on outside, he could always come back if needed.  He decided he wasn't going to sleep on that bed, it stank too bad.  

	He found the front door, it was slightly open.  It appeared that someone had kicked it open at some point.  Bob exited the house.