As they drove, they saw an odd sign, painted with pines against a night sky, framing the silhouette of a canine's head howling, a lake behind it. It read,
"Experiencing the shock of magical change?
Come to Coyote Springs!
Founded by and for transformees
22 miles"
"Henry!" cried Linda. "Do you see that?"
"I see it," he said, his feminine voice trembling with hope, and other things. He hated the way it sounded, and resolved to speak as little as possible until this was fixed.
"Huh," commented Debra. "That... could be interesting." She licked her lips, then bit them as she let her hand wrap around her still erect fox cock. This feels so amazing... I can't wait to tie to someone...
"So there are others who have changed?" asked Sam.
"Mmm," answered their father.
"I-it seems so, dear," supplied Mrs. Everson in his place.
Henry stole a glance at his wife from the corner of his eye. He regretted it, since like their daughter she was exploring her new masculine equipment. The sight of the long, graceful shaft and its thick knot drew his own mind down to the hot wetness of his new -- female -- parts.
Suppressing a whimper, he resolutely glued his eyes to the road. Don't think about it. Focus. Easier said than done. The squeaks he made as he squirmed over his juice-lubed seat filled his ears; heady musk filled his nose. Ignoring the demands of his dual sex only seemed to make it worse.
"Another sign!" exclaimed Linda. "10 miles."
He nodded, and they drove on in silence -- except for the sounds of rubber on rubber as the younger foxes gave rein to their urges. Linda was trying to resist; feeling her husband's eyes, she had withdrawn her hands from her "unnatural" new member. But they then found their way to her enlarged breasts. Realising that fondling them was little better, she forced them down to her sides... and began rubbing them over the swell of her flanks. Down to her ass. Then back... in...
"Ohhhh..." she moaned as she felt them make contact with the unwanted mass of rubber cum factories between her legs. "Nooooo..." Her resistance was collapsing as she let her delicate fingers stray over the smooth, virile fullness -- then the haze of her shameful lust was pierced by Debra's voice.
"Dad! The turn-off!"
Not that Debra was hoping for a cure, but she really did think it would be cool to see (and fuck) other transformees. Meanwhile Henry nodded, and steered the car off onto a narrow road that wound off into the hills.
A road unseen by any eyes save those affected by the magic of Route 66. To those not so cursed -- or blessed -- the Eversons seemed to turn off onto to empty sand -- but as the car passed over the verge of the highway it disappeared.
The Eversons however noticed nothing unusual. Until that is the road passed between two hills, and crossed over into -- another world? As if a veil suddenly lifted, they saw the sky of late evening, full of stars, instead of the bleached blue of Arizona day; the Sun already sunk to their left, behind the western mountains.
The hills multiplied around them, suddenly covered with pines. And as they came over a rise, they saw below, through overhanging boughs, a small town clustered around a small lake.
"Whoooa," said Rick. The kids looked behind, to see the familiar daylight -- until suddenly it was cut off as by a curtain of dusk.
"Oh my," breathed Linda, blinking as her vulpine eyes adjusted to the dim light.
"Wow," added Sam, craning his neck around his sister to look towards the last trace of sunset. "That's kinda creepy."
Debra rolled her eyes. "What, afraid we'll be stuck in a different dimension?"
"It is kind of unnerving," affirmed Henry, switching on the car lights, more out of habit than because his changed eyes needed it.
"But the town is there," Linda pointed out. "This -- this magic -- maybe it's a good sign; maybe they can... help me... uh-ah-I mean, us!"
They drove down the hills into the hollow. Pine and palm gave way to a strange mix of buildings, some seeming from pre-Columbian eras; some as modern as Debra's iPhone. It was a welcome relief from their unslaked lust.
"There's a... a motel," Henry forced himself to say. "Should we stop there, and get some rooms... before exploring?" He nodded towards a two-storey rectangle, dusty parking lot overshadowed by an illuminated sign declaring it the Coyote Springs Hotel. "Vacancy" shown underneath in neon tubing.
"Since it's night-time here," said Debra, "we probably can't do much else anyway,"
The adults agreed, so Henry turned for the sign. The parking lot was nearly empty, and nobody was about -- for which they were grateful. And, as they piled out, Linda gave another sharp cry.
"Oh my God -- the car!"
The station wagon had been steadily shifting under the influence of their sexualised presence. Now it was a sleek vehicle, with a glossy paint job; a voluptuous red-and-white latex vixen reclined along either side, posed and smiling seductively, flames curling around her form. On the front a plastic figurine of a herm fox served as hood ornament, one hand wrapped around her little cock while the other blew a kiss to the world.
"Uh... wow," Henry responded weakly. Debra snickered.
"Seems about right," she commented, and started towards the hotel.
"What about the luggage?" asked one of the twins.
"We can -- ahem -- bring that in after we get a room," said Henry, working up his courage to talk to the front desk.
Inside, the hotel lounge was surprisingly tasteful, with sofas sitting about and portraits on the walls; it looked almost homey. The desk was manned by a large, male coyote morph. Seeing another anthro -- albeit one of normal fur and flesh -- both startled and relieved the Eversons. This was, in fact, a family business; most of the staff comprised the family, who lived on-site. And this was the owner.
He looked up, and his eyes widened. He'd seen a fair few odd things over the years, but living latex foxes were a novelty. To say nothing of the exposed breasts and erect, leaking cocks. He got up, feeling a need to personally greet them.