Vixen Society - Cycle 2

Vixen Society

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  Beginning / Before / After / Last

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Cycle 2

"So, you told some total strangers that I'm 'grumpy'?" Vincent waited until they were seated and had ordered their food to ask. Waiting until this part of a meal at a restaurant to ask probing questions was a useful habit of his: Being in the position of waiting for already-ordered food was just enough of a social trap that most people wouldn't leave just because of a few awkward or uncomfortable questions. Of course, it was totally unnecessary with his present company; no amount of awkwardness or even outright hostility seemed sufficient to drive Luca away.

"Yeah! You're always frowning and looking down on everyone and everything," he replied.

"I can't help being tall," Vincent said. "And I'm not grumpy, I'm just a realist. I know everyone wants to get everything they possibly can for number one, screw everyone else. And I know that most people, you included, will swallow any garbage you feed them as long as you pour enough sugar on. How could I not frown, knowing that?"

"I think you're wrong about everyone being mean. It's just some people," Luca countered. "I know lots of nice people, like you!"
"Pfffh. You think I'm nice?! I made a living out of eviscerating people with my words."
"Yeah, but you only hurt people who're being evil themselves, right?" he said.

Vincent shrugged. "Most of the time, I guess."

"Anyway, I didn't tell them you were grumpy, just that I had a grumpy friend. They don't even know who I am."
"Uh-huh. How do you know that?"
"The app says it's confidential!"

"Does it say that in any legally binding way?"

"I dunno," Luca shrugged, "I didn't read the big agreement thing. It's like thirty pages long!"

"Well, that's a sign something stinks right there," Vincent said, pointing. "The service they're claiming to provide should not need that long of a disclaimer."
"Maybe they were just really inefficient about writing it, though?"

"Seriously, get rid of that app. Or at least don't take any advice it gives you seriously."

"'Seriously'?" Luca mimicked, grinning—gently poking fun at his repeated use of the word.
"Yes," Vincent replied, deadpan.

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Elliot had a pretty weird dream.

He was in a forest, and he was running. At first he wasn't sure exactly what he was running from, but after a little while he saw it out of the corner of his eye—to one side, or another, a fox. Fox here, fox there. Even though he felt like that was what he was running from, the foxes he noticed didn't seem to be directly pursuing him—rather, just standing by on the sidelines, watching him. But, he became increasingly sure that there was a fox chasing him after all.

Why was he so afraid of just one fox? The thought occurred to Elliot, but even though no coherent answer came back, he still felt like he had to keep running. If he couldn't get away, then...then the fox would have him. All of the foxes would have him. All...seven...eight of them? He wasn't sure which of the two numbers it was. The concept of numbers was all jumbled up in his head anyway—was eight more than seven, or less?

He ran and ran and ran, until he couldn't run anymore. It was in a clearing of the forest that Elliot felt like he'd sprinted through fifty times or so before now that his weary legs finally slowed to a halt, and he doubled over, panting helplessly. A part of him hoped that his pursuer was far enough behind that he could catch his breath and pick back up running away from it—but, no such luck. He could hear the sound of padded feet approaching from behind, and by the time he could muster the energy to stand up straight, much less walk, and even less run away, it was upon him, coming right up behind him...!

The fox didn't pounce him from behind and tear into him like he sort of expected it to. It didn't do any of the things that a predator hunting its prey probably should, and instead went beside him—around him—and whirled in place, now standing in front of him. It pulled up into a seated position, looking up at him for a brief moment, and giving him enough time to actually see it for the first time, and to think to himself: What a weird fox. Foxes aren't supposed to be pink, right? (He wasn't entirely sure if they were or weren't, but this one certainly was.)

And then it pounced, impossibly fast and impossibly high—once again, not to tear into him, but right at his mouth. After all, his mouth had been hanging slightly open, still trying to catch his breath from all of that running, and it provided a perfect way to get inside. Inside...?!

Before Elliot even knew it, and certainly too fast to comprehend how it had physically happened, the pink fox had dove all the way into him, through his mouth. And now...it had him. But now that it had him, the question that he found himself asking was, why was that such a bad thing? After all, if the fox had him, then he had the fox, too...

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It was the afternoon after his first contact with the people on the Vixen Society app. Oliver had just gotten off of work for today; his usual habit at this point was to drive home and eat supper. He felt just as exhausted as usual after a full day's work, but this time he was bound and determined to do things differently. He drove his car to the park and got out, pulling out his phone.

Well, uh, i'm at the park

You can do it!
Baby steps, remember?

Just one time across, and one time back.

what if people are staring at me?

Nobody. Will stare. At you. This 'voice' was a new one...he thought he counted it to be...maybe...the seventh?

Oliver took a deep breath.

here i go, i guess.

He was still dressed in the clothes he'd worn to work: Jeans and a polo shirt. He didn't have any kind of exercise clothes or anything, and couldn't afford any new ones. But he'd figure out how to afford something like that later, they'd said, maybe something that'd fit him once he was a little more fit.

Mustering up all of his courage, Oliver began to run from one side of the park to the other. It was, maybe, more of a clumsy jog than a run, with all of his fat jiggling embarrassingly around all over the place. He heaved in and out big gasps of breath, forcing himself to slow it up just enough to not hyperventilate. It felt like an eternity, but it was maybe half a minute or so—and then he was on the other side of the park.

Oliver bent over, heaving in air. His immensely underused muscles were burning, and he felt gross and uncomfortable all over, his clothes thoroughly drenched in sweat. Everybody must be staring, was what he thought—maybe someone was calling 9-1-1 in anticipation of the fat loser getting a heart attack. But, as he mostly caught his breath and stood more upright, looking around...he saw plenty of people. And none of them were looking at him. Not a single one seemed to have even taken notice! Maybe he'd just missed out on all of the staring, and he wasn't an interesting enough spectacle after the first fifteen seconds or so? Maybe he was such a morbid sight that nobody wanted to look his way anymore?

The app made a notification noise, and he carefully pulled it out. That new 'voice' was back again, with a curt message: What did I say?

Nobody had noticed him. He hadn't wanted to be noticed, and nobody had noticed him. Did that person somehow keep him from being noticed? Did he do it somehow? How strange...

A few more messages came in:
Now you just need to go back.

It'll be easier this time! You've got your second wind.

Oliver wasn't so sure that he did, but he took a deep breath and typed ok anyway. He put away the phone and began to run again.

It..really was easier this time. Surprisingly so. He still felt kind of sore, he was still soaked in sweat—but, if anything, the moisture all over his clothes was catching the wind and keeping him a little cooler as he went. It was an exhilarating feeling, like he briefly transcended the pain and weight of his physical body and his mind was just floating.

Oliver made it all the way to his car, and leaned one hand against it, panting violently and doubling over again. He felt...kind of good. His heart was racing from the exercise, he was even more sore than before...but he felt good. He could do this...he could do something! Maybe...he could make things better. One step at a time...

His ears felt sort of strange as he stood himself up. It was sort of like how it felt if he tried to wiggle them, except they seemed to be doing it on their own—like it was a reflex or something. "Hmmnh..?" The odd sensation got stronger, becoming more of a stretching feeling—that is, comparable to stretching an arm or something, except in his ears. Very bizarre, in other words, and even more so as it was accompanied by a tingling sensation, first faint and then growing stronger.

"Wh-wha...?" A weird feeling came to Oliver's mouth too, particularly the tongue and some of his teeth. It only lasted a brief moment, but some experimental movement of his tongue found that certain teeth were now longer and sharper than before, like he had some kind of..fangs? "I...huh?" As the feeling in his ears faded off—but left them feeling quite different from before still—another curious sensation followed up, this time from the base of his spine. It was a gentle push down and back, some new appendage stretching itself as the ears had—pushing its way past the hem of his shirt and spreading its way out behind him. It was...covered in fur, and so were his ears.

Fangs. Big, triangular, mobile ears, covered in fur. Turning around, Oliver verified that he also had a huge, thick, fluffy tail—its fur a deep red shade apart from a brilliant, snowy white near its tip. "Uhhm...huh."

He had to be honest: When he'd watched that ad, and seen the animated person he saw so much of his own self in suddenly sprouting fox ears and a tail...he'd thought that was metaphorical. Like, because the whole thing was fox themed or whatever? There was no expectation whatsoever that this was what was going to actually happen. If anything, this was an exceedingly unexpected piece of truth in advertising.

um

i dont really know how to uh

lead into this

i just grew like a fox tail, and my ears changed too

is this

normal???

Normal is so passé, one of them replied quickly—maybe too quickly for what should've been shocking news.

We said you had potential, and we weren't kidding.

The new fur is that potential beginning to express itself, a third one added to clarify.

Trust us. We helped you get this far, right?
Your life is going to improve in leaps and bounds from now on.

We'll be with you every step of the way.

Oliver felt his ears fold back a little bit as he read the messages. He wasn't sure what to think. This—growing fox ears, and a tail, was something they wanted? Or...they considered it a natural part of his self-improvement? Well...they didn't feel bad or anything. And, what he'd accomplished today—the bit of confidence he'd been able to regain—it was worth putting up with a thousand weird new tails or whatever. Even if he was being manipulated, even if they were pulling some kind of long con to like, farm fox fur from a human or something...he was in.

i'm still with you

just tell me what to do next

It wasn't that he trusted them, necessarily. It was that this was the first ray of light Oliver had seen in his life in a very long time, and he was going to follow where it led him until he got out of the cave or fell into a pit. Because both were better than going back to where he had been before and just staying there.

Oliver got into his car and drove home. After a workout like that, he was famished.

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Carter put on his swim trunks and an old t-shirt. Maybe it was a little odd, especially when he was swimming in his own private little pool, but he just didn't like having a bare torso. There was a bit of pudge there that he was self-conscious about, sure, but it was mostly just that...he preferred it this way. Anyway, he figured the material of the shirt would soak up the water and keep him even cooler or something.

So dressed, he next applied sunscreen to all of his exposed skin, and to some of what was under the shirt for good measure. He was a pasty white dude and his skin had a bad habit of burning up quick; the idea of sunbathing was absolutely ridiculous to someone like him. But..he'd still chosen to buy a house with a pool in the backyard. Why not? He was making plenty of money, after all. Maybe part of him thought some hot babes would come to his place and he'd get to see them in their skimpy swimsuits...but that hadn't exactly happened. He wasn't really the "pick up chicks" kind of guy, personality-wise, in the first place. And he was, of course, quite a bit of a nerd besides.

He waded out to the deepest part of the pool and leaned back, taking a breath in before pulling his legs up and drawing himself onto his back, bobbing a bit in the water before settling into a float. This was pretty nice: The water was nice and cool, but not too cold thanks to the sweltering sun above still blasting his upper body with infrared heat rays. He blinked a couple of times at the sky—that sun wasn't quite in his direct line of sight, but it was close enough for the brightness to be uncomfortable. And so he closed his eyes, floating there in the pool for a long moment.

He probably wouldn't be here all that long, honestly. At some point the water would start making his skin wrinkly, and he'd wade back out to take a shower and wash the chlorine off of his skin and out of his hair. But still—this felt nice. It was good. Carter felt cool and relaxed. Maybe those Vixen Society trolls were onto something. Maybe he'd even deign to think about foxes while he was at it—for whatever reason they wanted that. How could it hurt anything just to think about some particular kind of animal, anyway?

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"Hmmmh..."

Elliot woke up with the fox still inside him. There he was, lying under his covers, the warmth of the early-morning sunlight on him...and there was a fox inside him. A weird, pink fox from his dreams. He had a fox.

Okay, he was half-asleep; his thoughts were the thoughts of a person in a dream, and didn't really make any sense. But, notwithstanding, the fox inside him began to do something. It seemed to reach out and pull at his body, finding it much too big for its liking. And, as a result, Elliot began to shrink. He became shorter and slimmer. His arms and legs thinned, his frame diminished, his shoulders narrowed, and his face became smaller against the pillow in front of him.

"Mmm~mmh..." He murmured confusedly, a semi-conscious part of his mind balking at the absurdity of what he otherwise felt confident was happening. Maybe he was still dreaming..? The covers fell down around his body, finding more and more space around him to fill as he became steadily slimmer and shorter still. "Nn~nnh.." With each little vocalization rumbling in his throat, the pitch of Elliot's voice drew itself higher, and higher. It was sort of like that was shrinking too.

But—small wasn't the only think the fox wanted. Elliot shivered a little bit as a tingling hit his whole body, every inch of his skin, and as his hair suddenly pushed out longer and longer, spreading down the sides of his head and crawling its way along his back, all the way across to even his hips—although this was considerably less distance than it would have been a moment ago. "Hm~mnhh...?" A sleepy hand reached up and brushed through some of that hair, finding it silky-soft. One of Elliot's eyes opened just the tiniest crack and perceived a brilliant shade of pink which was...rather familiar.

The shrinking all done, Elliot could feel something else starting to happen. "Mm, mm~nh..?" The fox..wasn't happy with his being male. It was starting to tug at the thing between his legs, and that was starting to tingle and shrink in response. "Mm~mmn~nnh..." Come to think of it, his voice was getting kind of high and squeaky now...it certainly didn't sound like a boy's voice, did it? And, with how small and slender he was now, and the long, pink hair—none of that really fit with a male body anyway, so..maybe the fox was doing him a favor.
"Mmh, aa~aah..." Elliot's body felt pretty warm all of a sudden. His face, especially, had a blush on it, and even though he was still at least half asleep, he felt kind of excited, his heartbeat picking up in his chest. "Ah, aa~aahmm.." The shrinking manhood was excited too..and seemed to grow even more so the smaller it got. But it didn't have very long to live, it seemed, as the fox began to tug on it in earnest, and Elliot could feel it melting away...

A high, cute, girlish gasp came in, and a soft, squeaky "Aa~aahhnn...!" came out. Elliot was a girl now, as the excitement between her legs had transformed into a wave of deep, intense, fuzzy pleasure—something only a girl could feel, and something Elliot instantly found herself wanting more of. This fox she had...was a very friendly, helpful girl, wasn't she?

"Mmm~mmnh...!" As the small, cute, pink-haired girl squirmed around a little in bed, nuzzling her pillow some with her soft little face, she could feel herself starting to grow in the ways that a girl should: Her hips and thighs were getting a little more plump, and her chest was gently pressing its way up and out, becoming breasts with some deeply sensitive skin on them. These changes seemed to satisfy the fox that had her every bit as much as they satisfied her...

But that... "Mnnh..ah—aah...!"

That was because... Aa~aahmmh..."

"Mmh...mrr~rrrh..." Elliot was the fox.

As her girlish figure finished forming into place, all with an accompanying final burst of pleasure, Elliot could feel her body changing in a brand new way. Instead of the fox pulling her inward, the fox seemed to have grown out. Its muzzle entered her mouth, giving her a longer tongue and fangs. Its ears poked their way out through hers—making them tingle sharply, quickly stretching and growing into two big, pink, fuzzy triangles. And its tail made its way out from her back. And it was all because—she was the fox, and the fox was her.

The new girl shifted around a bit in bed, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin and curves moving against the covers. She pulled her pillow around into a close hug against her soft new breasts and nuzzled it, churring happily in satisfaction. She drifted back into sleep, a brief but extremely restful, dreamless slumber.

The next thing she experienced was the feeling of her ears twitching, picking up the noise of an alarm. Her phone's alarm, to be precise.

"Elliot. Elliot!" her roommate's voice was the next thing she heard. "Hey, dude, your alarm's going off."
"Mmh." Her voice was quiet and as low as it could go—still too high to be a boy's, but maybe it could be mistaken for a brief whining sound or something.

Her roommate sighed. "Okay, cover's comin' off."

The feeling of sheets sliding off of her gave way to the feeling of more warm sunlight against her skin. Elliot reached out a hand and shut off the alarm on her phone, then did something she hadn't done in a very, very long time—maybe not ever before. She sat up, stretched, and yawned, opening one eye, and then another. That wasn't the new thing that she was doing, though. She was waking up on time!

"Hwaa~aah...morning already..?" Her clothes had shifted around during her most recent nap: Now she had on a pink, lacy bra, pink soft, snug panties, and over those, a bright, long-sleeved shirt that was mostly unbuttoned, and some girly gym shorts that matched it.

"E-Elliot?!" Turning her eyes upon her roommate, she realized how strange this must look to him. Actually, he was kinda cute...a tiny taste of the fuzzy feeling down there came back, along with an accompanying blush. "What happened!? You're—you're a.."
"Mmhm. I'm a girl, I guess." She smiled at him, wagging her tail and lowering her ears in a friendly gesture. "A girl who's gonna make it to class on time~!" She hopped down out of bed—and couldn't quite resist doing it in a way that landed her just inches away from him, looking up at his face with a grin that was now quite mischievous. "That is, unless you wanna stop me~?"
He staggered back incredulously. "You—but you—I. What even?!"

"Heheh! Yeah, it's a surprise to me too, but I'll figure it out later." She danced over to her dresser to pick out something to wear. "For now, I really do wanna make it to class..."