The N.B.P.E.R (National Body Part Exchange Registry) Jackal nervously waited at the local branch office of the National Body Part Exchange Registry or N.B.P.E.R for short for his ticket to be called. “32? 32?” A fellow fox receptionist, with the head of a lion called out. Looking down at his ticket and seeing it was his number, Jackal stood up and walked over to the small enclosed booth. “Name? Species? What part would you like to exchange?” The fox-lion spoke with a bored, almost automatic tone as Jackal sat in the padded seat provided in front of the glass window. “My name is Jackal, I’m a cross fox, and I would like to exchange my feet paws and tail, please.” The bored clerk typed the information into the old computer at their side before printing a stack of forms. They slide the papers through a slot along with a pen. “Fill those out, and deposit them in the slot over there. A package with your exchange and return will arrive in two to three business weeks” They pointed a red furred finger towards the other end of the room. “33? 33?” They called out yawning as Jackal moved to a table to fill out the forms. He made sure to read each page carefully and was cladded when he found that he could have the parts match. He made a checkmark on the box for all parts received to be of the same species. After ten minutes of reading and signing his initials, the fox reached the last page. There were only two short lines to read. The first was an agreement called the Chimera Clause, which stated not to donate more than 20% of his total mass. The second was a bit more threatening, it stated that they had two weeks from the moment of receiving new body parts to return them or send off their donated parts. Failure to do so would be considered theft of bodily parts and charges on the federal level would be given. Jackal quickly signed away his parts and filed the paperwork into the slot. The next two weeks dragged on and on as Jackal went about his daily life; sleep, wake, shower, collage classes till midday, and work till 9PM. Somehow in the middle of his busy schedule he found time to eat and to meticulously groom his red, cream, and black streaked fur in case that day was the day his new parts arrived. Finally it was two Saturdays past when he visited the N.B.P.E.R offices and it was his day off, when there was a knock at his door. The fox’s bushy tail swished excitedly as he opened the door to see an otter dressed in a uniform bearing the logo of the national body part exchange registry. “I have a delivery for Mr. Jackal?” The otter said as he looked down at the clipboard in one paw. “That’s me,” Jackal exclaimed after the delivery otter handed the board over to sign. He grinned as he looked up at the excited fox, the otter chuckled as he passed over three boxes. All three were long and two of them had some heft. Confused, he completely missed the otter’s “We hope you enjoy your new parts,” as he carried the packages inside. He opened the lighter package and squealed, inside was the sleekest and stripiest tiger tail he had ever seen. Also in the box was a smaller box and a piece of paper. He looked at the, only to find it just contained reshipping instructions. He opened the smaller box and gasped as a large cleaver was inside, its handle was cherrywood red. Jackal vaguely remembered a list of methods one could opt to remove parts but couldn’t remember if he checked portal rings or the knife. He quickly scanned the guide that came with the knife. It would function and bloodlessly sever any body part for up to two weeks. After which it would become an ordinary knife. Every cut made by it would remain as a smooth attachment point to connect any other limb severed by the same blade. The final bit was another legal warning that any unauthorized use of the knife would result in hefty fines and federal charges. Jackal gulped and set the knife to the side before opening the other two boxes by the short end. The soft black toe beans were first to be revealed before the rest of the orange and white paw was exposed, but it kept going. The confused fox slid the pair of paws out of the box, first a bit of ankle, he had expected that, followed the striped fur of a tiger’s calf. It stopped just short of the knee. It seemed he would be showing off a bit more of his legs then planned. Blushing, Jackal felt his pants tighten as he with ever so much care laid the limbs out on the soft carpet of his floor. He slid out of the increasingly uncomfortable jeans and boxers before sitting and staring at the three parts and down at his legs. The knife sat between his legs, the flat square end of the blade pointing to his fully erect canine member as if to say; Use me, lop everything off. With a shaky paw the fox reached down and picked the blade up. The random thought of using it on his cock was tempting but he pushed the thought back and focused on his right leg. Jackal leaned forward and hovered the cleaver just below the knee. With a quick motion his paw chopped downward. The cleaver dropped till it made contact with soft fox fur. Jackal expected pain, but only a strange tingle emanated from the point of contact as the blade slid through the fox’s leg with ease. Once separated the fox’s right foot paw twitched and fell still, all feeling below his knee severed. Panting as he lifted the blade again Jackal quickly chopped his left calf and let the knife slip from his paws. His cock twitched and leaked strands of sticky pre as he reached down. Jackal moaned softly as his fingers brushed over the bare furless place where the lower part of his legs once connected to his body. Looking over he started to reach over to pull the tiger legs on till his paw slapped against his raging hard-on. The electric-jolt that shot up through his spine snapped Jackal back to his senses. He stared down at his cock then to where his former legs and paws laid still. Jackal blushed as he reached for the knife. “I have two weeks, might as well try something I’ve always wanted to,” he muttered as he rolled onto his belly and grabbed the knife. Using his arms, the fox crawled towards his black furred paws. His member dibbled, staining the carpet fibers as it was dragged under him. “Can’t believe I’m going to do this!” Jackal moaned as he flipped over and let his cock plop against his belly before he grabbed one of his legs by the ankle and hefted the still warm detached limb onto his chest. A slight blush crept across his orange, cream, and black muzzle as he pressed his nose against the soft paw-pads and fox beans. The slightly musky scent of his feet made his brain and loins charged with a deep need. As he inhaled more of his paw scent, he easily sliced the paw at the ankle joint and rolled the pawless limb off of his chest. With the first paw still plastered over his snout, Jackal quickly dispatched the remaining paw from its home and rubbed it against his cheeks. Both paws were warm and covered in soft fine fur, making the horny male moan as he nuzzled all over the arches and toes. A few minutes of teasing and loving was followed by what the fox really wanted. Squirming, Jackal ran the paws down his slightly chubby belly and sides reveling in the odd non feeling from his usually ticklish paws till both sandwiched his cock like a hotdog bun. Just a little push was all it took for the tip of his member to slip between the toes of both paws and elicit a long moan from Jackal’s muzzle. His balls twitched and jiggled in his sack as he humped into the foot-paws, the soft fur and pads stimulating his maleness in ways his hands never could. He started slowly, savoring each moment the tip popped between the toe-beans of the feet. As he built up speed the slight rough feeling of the pads only seemed to increase the velvet-like feeling he got from the fur till with a loud YELP, he came all over the severed paws, drenching them in his cream. Jackal collapsed and panted as he dropped the well used feet and his tail thumped weakly against the floor. It was then he remembered he still needed to remove the fuzzy tube. Rolling back over, he ground his now flaccid cock into the sticky paws as he grabbed the base of the tail in one paw, and the knife in the other. With one quick swipe he removed a fox’s pride and joy. Jackal panted as it dropped it to the floor, as lifeless as his other fox parts. With all the parts required to be removed he continued to rub and hump against the paws pinned under his sheath and spent member until he passed out from exhaustion. Jackal yawned and instinctively tried to stand up till he toppled over and his face landed right into his tail. The warm fur and musky scent of the bit that sat closest to his but tickled at his nose. After righting himself and rubbing his snout, Jackal looked down at his stubby legs and behind him at his tailless bare ass. Blushing he pulled the tiger legs over and pressed the bare spots together. A warm tingle spread from the connections as feelings quickly returned to the limbs. The soft tiger paws twitched and flexed, the claws peeked out as Jackal stood up on the shaky limbs. After gaining his balance by placing a hand onto a table, the fox-tiger attached the long striped tiger tail, then ran his fingers down a leg till he reached the much shorter orange and black fur. The fox felt the short fur was softer than even his long fox fur as he explored every inch of his new appendage. The calf was more toned and muscular than his chubby fox calf, giving him an odd look of a chubby sprinter. He looked behind to admire the slender feline tail approvingly. It twitched back and forth, curling and uncurling in a very different way than a bushy fox tail would. With a blush he looked down at his still fox cream coved paws and picked them up. He brought them up to his muzzle and took a deep sniff. The strong scent of his seed overlaid the softer natural musk of the paws as he sniffed each digit. He smiled as the simple thought he had to use paws and the knife again, but only with his tiger paws, while he still had the chance crossed his mind as he set the knife up on a table. He packed the fox tail into the box but left the flaps open incase he felt like playing with it. After leaning the de-pawed lower legs against a wall, Jackal scooped up the messy fox paws and headed to the showers to give them a good scrubbing so they would be ready to use again, many times over the next two weeks.