Vixen Society - Cycle 10

Vixen Society

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Cycle 10

After a hearty breakfast, Troy decided that her next order of business was a nice long shower. She was going to have to block out more time in the mornings ahead to get so much hair and fur properly cleaned and groomed, but today she could take as long as she wanted and examine every inch of her voluptuous form.

In the shower, she noticed a few more details about her amazing new body. For one thing, she did something unusual and sang in the shower, making the discovery in the process that her vocal range was about as broad as a girl's could be, from the low, mature alto her speaking voice tended toward to the highest, cutest soprano that she'd found herself making some canine yips in before. For another, her face and body now sported soft, smooth skin with an impressive natural complexion that could make any woman jealous. She didn't remember any particular changes to her skin before, so this must have come somewhere in that final burst of transformation the night before. Finally, coming out of the shower, she saw a round, cute face in the mirror—another last-stretch change no doubt—and also finally noticed her eyes.

Their old, dull brown color had been replaced by a pretty, bright yellow, and...come to think of it, they were no longer nearsighted! Her vision had been absolutely perfect from when she woke up that morning until now, and it hadn't even occurred to her until this very moment. She smirked at her pretty face in the mirror, thinking: If there was one thing Troy would've asked for as a body modification at any point in his-now-her life, it probably would've been no longer needing glasses.

The one set of clothes that sort of fit her—what she'd woken up in—were far from being a complete outfit, and anyway they were kind of dirty and messy from her sleeping on the couch in them. That didn't bother the wolf-girl, though—she just put on some boxers that hugged her hips awkwardly and a boy-cut t-shirt which slid partway off one of her narrow shoulders to show some neckline and draped over her giant boobs like a tent. Had she been jealous of how well Carter pulled off a tomboy look like this before? Maybe, somewhere deep down, she had—but there was no reason to feel that way anymore!

She went about much of the day in a fairly mundane way, taking care of more or less the exact same tasks she would've if she hadn't found herself suddenly converted into a beautiful, curvy wolf-girl. Nonetheless, the fact that that was what she was now made her quite happy every single time she was reminded of it, and she only felt more grateful to have been 'cursed' the more she became used to her lovely new shape. The one thing that was guaranteed to be a bit different, of course, was when everyone else showed up at Troy's house for the game. She giggled softly to herself when she imagined their reactions, and occasionally felt like she couldn't wait to see the real thing!

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Vincent woke up to the sound of an alarm in another room. It took a moment to make sense of a number of strange things: a body that felt strangely small and soft, another, slightly bigger, curvy body wrapped around that one...tails...at about this point, her mind caught up and remembered what had happened the night before. And Luca was making a cute sound halfway between a meow and a sleepy groan.

"Aaah, we both got work today..."
"Right. You go turn your alarm off." The fox-girl gently shoved the other girl off of her and out of the bed, where she landed semi-gracefully on her hands and knees, then sat up herself and turned to face the catgirl.
Luca didn't seem particularly bothered by this, nimbly hopping to her feet and brushing herself off instead. "Uhh, so so, what're we gonna—"
"Alarm." Vincent pointed emphatically in the direction of the bedroom.

"Okay okay..!"

Once the catgirl was off out of the room, Vincent stood up, stretched, and returned the bed to its original, couch shape, sweeping the covers up into the air before landing them in a neatly folded stack on top of one of the cushions. By then, Luca was back. "I bet there's only one shower in this tiny apartment, huh?"
"Uhm, yep!"

"Can you take a quick shower?"
"U-um.." She blushed, crossing her arms and looking down at the very curvy body the vixen had given her the night before.

Vincent sighed and raised her right hand, snapping her fingers. In a visible, audible poof of black smoke, Luca changed entirely back to male, including having his original build, wearing boxers and a tank top—but retained the feline traits. "Now can you take a quick shower?"
"U-uh..s-sure! I've been in a way bigger hurry than this," he said, still blushing furiously but not for exactly the same reasons.

"Then I'll let you go first if you make us breakfast."
"Uhhhh—deal." He ran off to do it.

Vincent turned to her discarded clothes from the night before. She could...pretty much make them look however she wanted, and magic could maybe technically clean them too, but the idea of doing that mildly disgusted her. She'd just make the catboy lend her some of his clean clothes instead, and alter them to fit her until she could get back to her own house after work today. It probably made the most sense to leave him male as they went to work (and he was cute enough like that anyway), but as for her...she rather liked the idea of staying like this. A small, harmless-looking girl with a bright grin would catch more flies than vinegar..or something like that.

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no kidding!

he seriously just invited me into his office and offered me a job right then and there!

That's great!

Happy for you, girl.

Olivia was feeling clever enough at this point to pose the society a question, a sort of challenge. That, and...she actually wanted reassurance in this matter.

uh hey...just to be sure

this isnt like

something you guys arranged right?

Absolutely not!

We arranged to help you awaken, I'll admit. That was our goal all along.

But if you were recognized by the owner of that gym, that's all you, girl!

thanks.

Even though Olivia knew they could still just be lying, something...instinctive, told her that they weren't. It was like she was getting used to how lies 'tasted', with her own recently-gained capacity for and experience with illusions, and this 'tasted' honest enough to her.

by the way uh

i feel kinda different when i hear or say the word 'deal' lately

like it means more than it used to?

Oh no, did you make a Deal with someone?!
We should've probably warned you about that...

Kitsune have a few rules we're supposed to follow, another voice advised her. Among them is if someone makes a Deal with one of us, and hands are shaken to seal it, we must abide by it.

And we tend to feel unreasonably upset if the other party doesn't hold up their end of the bargain, too.

It's a little something to give everyone assurances that certain things we say are guaranteed to be honest.

But it's actually another way we can fool people, if we're careful enough with the wording.

well

in this case the owner of the gym said i was hired, and that was pretty much the whole 'Deal', i guess

So that's all on him.

Good, good.

but i also made a Deal with someone else earlier, that if like

if i was in a place where i was looking to hire someone

then i'd consider him first?

but its like, just to 'come to' him, not a guaranteed job or anything

Well, that's a relief, then.

I guess you're a natural at making loose enough Deals to get away from.

Just be careful from now on, now that you know what it means!

sure.

She also shared the news with Angus a couple of days later. She hadn't been able to find him at lunchtime, but happened upon him after an afternoon full of illusory pranks and eagerly invited him along to supper.

"Movin' up in the world, eh?" he was saying.

"Yeah, I-I guess so. I'm excited, but alsooo—a little bit nervous? Like, I haven't changed jobs in such a long time, and I've never done any work like what I'm gonna get trained in."
"Life's got its ups and downs, missy. If this job don't work out, you'll find somethin' else quick enough. You're still young, after all."

"Mmh," she nodded, not entirely sure she agreed with this encouragement but wanting to believe it anyway.

"There's also—well, I need to quit my old job tomorrow. Annnd, the thing is, I kinda don't wanna just quit it. It feels a little bit like it'd be uhm, a missed opportunity."
"You want to pull a trick on 'em?" he said, and she nodded.

"It's like I have this urge to, not let the chance pass me by. Since none of those people really even know who I am, and there's a pretty good chance most of them will never see me again..it'd be fairly easy to get away with messing with them."
"Well, let's see. You're pretty good at makin' folks see somethin' that ain't really there, right?" Angus said.
"Yeah..?" Olivia nodded.

"There's no need for you to do nothin' harmful or unpleasant," he said. "What you oughta do—if you can pull it off—is give 'em all a midday fireworks show. Pull the fire alarm when you're 'bout to leave, so everyone's gotta evacuate. Then, go to where they all congregate outside, make 'em see the sky go pitch black and fireworks up in the air! Boom!" He gestured excitedly.

"Huh...I could do that," she said, nodding slowly. "Well—I dunno about.." Pulling the fire alarm might bring in the fire department—wasting the time they might need to save some actual lives in danger. It might set off the sprinkler system too, and that could ruin quite a lot of stuff. But then, Olivia realized, she could make people hear things that weren't actually there too. "Actually, nevermind, I know what I can do." Faking a fire alarm was just about as easy for her as really pulling it, without causing quite as many problems for people...not to mention without technically committing a crime. "You...wanna come see it too?"
"Heheh, sure! Count me in," he said, nodding. So Olivia gave him the place and time.

"I'll be there, missy, you can count on it."

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Troy opened the door to find Carter standing there—the first one to arrive yet again. "Hey, Carteerr, welcome~!" The fox-girl paused in place for a second, looking her up and down with an uncertain expression. Meanwhile the wolf-girl noticed that, despite her own fairly drastic loss of height, the vixen was still markedly shorter than her. Come to think of it, Troy was still pretty tall for a girl, which she rather liked.
"...Wait—Troy?"

"Mm-hm!" She waved. "C'mon, you're letting bugs in." Carter came inside, still looking confused. "You seem more surprised than I thought you would about the results of your curse," she said.
"Is that what—oh, wait." The fox-girl visibly thought about it for a second. "No, yeah, I guess that does make sense. At least you seem to like it?"
"Way more than expected, yeah! I look and feel amaziiing!"

"It is a pretty good look on you, but—" Carter reached over to gently prod her chest just once. "You know, you're gonna need some really good support for those puppies, right? Unless you're into having massive, crippling back pain."
"Ohh, yeah, I know—I'll take care of that stuff tomorrow. I was too busy getting ready for the game today!"

"Hmmn, yeah, I guess this is gonna be pretty interesting."

One by one, all the other guys showed up, each one obviously staring Troy's way for a long moment and seeming to resist the urge to say anything—at least at first. When she openly flirted with and teased them, they felt more welcome to compliment her back, and—unlike Carter—she rather liked this attention. Actually, the blonde fox-girl seemed moderately happy with this arrangement too, as their eyes were too busy with the new wolf-girl to leer at her quite so much.

The flirting died down as Troy began to DM the game, and before long everyone settled into more or less the usual routine. Well—of course some of the boys' eyes lingered her way now and then when the fact that their DM was a voluptuous wolf-eared woman re-entered their brains, but they snapped out of it quickly enough to keep their characters from dying to monster attacks. That didn't mean they weren't still interested, though, and with Carter totally uninterested in dating, Troy knew full well that she had the pick of the litter. Eventually she settled on one particular target, her wild instincts making her feel like she was on the hunt, waiting to pounce...after the game was over, that was.

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The Wednesday after Kiera's awakening into a cute catgirl, she and Ella were sitting on a bench out on a little field of grass in the middle of their college's campus. The Kitsune had her phone in front of her and was pretending to play on it while actually playing subtle little pranks on the people around them; Kiera was leaning on her hand with that arm's elbow on the armrest, eyes shut, pretending to nap. She would be actually napping, but...

"Hey," she mumbled. "Ella, don' look up from your phone."
"...Wwwwhat's up?" she whispered back after a second.

"You noticed that guy yet?"
"Uhh, no. What guy? There's guys all around."

"The one looking at us."
"Uh, hellooo? We're two cute girls sitting on a bench, plenty of guys checking us out here."
"No, I mean the one...seriously, you haven't noticed him? He's halfway behind a tree on the left."
"Uhm....hm. Wait, you mean the scary-looking guy with the scars?"
"Yeah, that one. I bet he's still staring right at us, unless you just tipped him off that you've noticed him."
"Hey, I'm better than that," Ella protested. "So he's staring at us, so what?"

The Neko sighed. "How is it I haven't been a girl for half as long as you have, and still know more about it? He's been doing that ever since Monday. I bet he's been following you around before now, too."
"N-no way! I would've noticed."
"You sure?"
"Uh, y-yeah! I mean, maybe.."

"Ella."
"Okay okay...I've been so busy making sure I was hiding my pranks from people that I never really looked to see if anyone was watching me or whatever."

"We've gotta do something about this," the catgirl said. "But if he thinks we're so much as looking his way, he'll bolt."
"Really?" Ella evidently tested this herself. "Ohh..yep. Looked at the tree, and he went running off. You think we should...tell someone, or something?"
Kiera sat up slightly and opened her eyes lazily, like she was stirring from sleep, and turned toward her roommate. "I dunno, he's like..maybe not doing anything illegal? I mean, I haven't noticed him pulling out his phone to record or anything. Honestly, I'd rather tell him this is not okay myself first."
"Isn't that...dangerous?"
"Not in the middle of a big, public place like this. But we gotta keep him from running away first."

"Hmm...I've got an idea," the Kitsune said, grinning.