Do wolves need groceries?

"Isn't that kind of pointless?" you ask. "I mean, first off, how in the world would either of us, as quadrupeds, manage that? And second, most of the stuff that humans buy won't really do for wolves. Or foxes."

You think you have a pretty good point, but Scott is insistent, so the two of you make your way out into the back alley. "Follow me," says Scott. "I know my way around, so I should be able to get us to my house without being spotted."

For about an hour, the two of you wind your way around the city streets. You have no idea whether he's lost or not, but after what he did to you, you're afraid to ask. As you're passing the back entrance of a small diner, the door opens and someone shuffles out, shuffling their foot right into your gut. You yelp in surprise, and without thinking, you whirl around and sink your teeth into their leg.

You realize what you've done and let go of the person's leg. You look up to see a young lady, about 19 or 20, looking at you pitifully. "I'm sorry," she says. "Are you okay, boy?"

"There's no need to call me 'boy'," you snip. "My name's Todd." The girl lets out a little yelp, then breathes deeply. "Wow," she murmurs. "A talking fox! That's just-" She cuts her sentence short and looks at her foot. You and Scott look, too. Her foot is now a black paw, up to where her ankle now is, where it merges into red.

"What in the world???" she yelps. "What's happening?" You realize that this must be a result of your biting her when she kicked you. "Oh dear," you mutter. "I'm really sorry." "But what's happening?" she yells. "I think you're turning into a fox," you say. "I'm sorry, but I think it's because I bit you."

The girl doesn't answer; she's moaning in pain as her body rearranges itself into quadrupedal stance. She, too, passes out, just as you did. In a short time, she is also a red fox.

It takes a little while for her to wake up. "Wh-what happened?" she mutters. She sees her new body and yips. "Who are you?" she demands. "I'm really sorry about this," you mutter. "I didn't mean to bite you, but you surprised me. I suppose we should explain all this."

You explain to her all that has happened this evening. "I'd be skeptical," she says, "if this didn't feel so real. Don't feel too bad about this, though. I'd actually like to thank you, although I'm sorry I kicked you." "What do you mean, thank me?" you ask.

"I don't have much of a life," she says. "All of the friends I made in high school turned out to be of the fair-weather variety. I've been working my butt off to make ends meet. And my job really sucks. But then this happens. Now my body feels better than it ever has, and I won't have to worry about a job since I'll be able to support myself. Thank you so much!"

You feel like blushing, but you can't. So you lower your head a little bit. "Oh, and by the way," she says, "my name's Vicki."

"Nice to meet you," you say. "Now what shall we do?"

She looks around, and says...

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