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Two foxes walk into a buffet. Your buffet. You're the only one left at closing, and must've forgotten to lock the door. "Dammit...WE'RE CLOSED!" you yell, not even looking up to see who entered. You hear padded feet slapping against the floor. "That's fine, we're not here for food," a sultry voice says, finally drawing your attention...there they were, two fox girls, both kneeling...both nude. You dropped the plate you were holding and didn't even hear it shatter. You couldn't take your eyes off them...you found yourself circumnavigating the counter to approach them. "That's right, we're not hungry," said a different voice from the first. "We're here because there was only one car in the parking lot, and you seemed as good a victim as any." V-victim? You felt like you should be worried, but you threw caution to the wind and stepped closer, mesmerized. You felt strange...in the periphery of your vision, you could see that your arms were getting hairier, hair of an odd orange color...and your shirt felt tighter, as if your chest was expanding, threatening to burst from its confines. Still you couldn't turn away...they grinned and winked at you, as you watched your snout extend and your nose turn black...someone was moaning, a throaty, feminine moan, but neither of their mouths were open...