Vixen Society - Cycle 11

Vixen Society

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  Beginning / Before / After / Last

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Cycle 11

The plan went off without a single hitch. A little while after Olivia let the people over her know in the normal way that she was leaving the job, and 'Oliver' had gone out of sight, she produced an illusion of blaring alarms and periodically flashing lights all throughout the building, prompting its occupants to groan and grumble about what appeared to be a perfectly mundane fire drill—after all, they couldn't see or smell any actual fire. All the same, they shuffled outside in an orderly fashion, and Olivia came near to where they were congregated to find Angus already waiting a short distance off. She waved him over, hiding him from sight, sound and smell just like she was herself, and began the show.

There was confusion at first, of course—maybe even a little bit of panic that they were experiencing some kind of strange mass hysteria. But everyone stuck around to watch the silent fireworks in the illusory night sky, going from murmurs to polite clapping to cheers. By the halfway point or so of the show, it no longer mattered that they were caught in a surreal, impossible situation, and they just rolled with it and enjoyed it. The Kitsune gave the last few fireworks some particular shapes, like a winking fox face and a heart, and ended it with one last big burst before dismissing the false darkness above them, making sure to do so slowly so that the brightness of the actual afternoon sky wouldn't blind them all.

She took in a deep breath, still sitting on the concrete next to Angus. "..Phew. That took a little effort, I guess."
"You put on a pretty fine show, Olivia," he said. "Seems like they liked it, even if they can't understand just what happened to 'em. Eeeheheh!" Everyone was back to being extremely confused, talking amongst each other to confirm they had all really experienced the same thing. But it was definitely a happy confusion. "You gonna let 'em know it was you?"

"Hmmnn...nah." The fox-girl hopped up onto her feet. "I don't think I need to. It's not important that I get 'credit' or whatever, but that everyone had fun..me included. I'm just happy I pulled a big trick like that off at all." She offered him a hand and helped him up onto his feet too.

The old man tilted his head at her just slightly. "You okay there, or 's that a special effect you're doin' on purpose?"
"Huh?"
"You're glowin'," he said, pointing; looking down, she found that this was true.

There was a faint, reddish glow coming over her, and once she noticed it she wondered how she hadn't before. Because—it was more than just a glow, it was a warmth, a coalescing of something. It was more than happiness and pride, and it was more than power—but it certainly included those components. "Hmn...ah. I feel like...I get it," she said softly, smiling. The glow brightened, pushing itself up and out into a fire-like blaze around her, then swirled back behind her to take on the shape of not one, not two, but three tails—none of them tangible for the moment, yet all of them moving around with the four real ones as if they'd been there all along. It was..like a realization, an epiphany—something the Kitsune wasn't sure how to put into words.

One of the tails lost its glow, becoming real. "Mm-mmn~nnh.." Olivia's gut pulled in, losing its last bit of fat, and the muscle tone she already had all across her body enhanced itself a little more. "Ah..w-wow..." The second tail did the same thing, and she felt the burst of power strengthening her..but, at the same time, pushing her breasts out just a little bit bigger. She felt warm, and there was a trace of the nice, fuzzy feeling that had appeared between her legs when she'd first become female. "Aa~aah..!"

She gasped, then let out a slow, relieved breath. "Hfffffh..." The third tail came into being too—or, more accurately, her seventh. Olivia felt complete now, somehow—like she'd attained a goal she'd been reaching for the past few weeks, or maybe even her entire life. Even though there were two more tails to earn...it felt like she was now fully aware of the potential the vixen society had promised she had the very first time the spoke with her, and now knew that it had been fulfilled. The rest...would come eventually, and there was no need to rush them.

"Well, I'll be," Angus said. "That was a pretty impressive bit of fireworks there too, eh?"

"H-hmhm.." She was smiling, and blushing a little bit still. "I suppose so. Just for you and me to see, though." Olivia turned her head around to re-count them, a small part of her still sort of doubting this was real. "Seven tails, huh..? I feel like if I'd known this was possible before, I would've reached for it way earlier. Still...I don't really have any regrets."

"How you keep those from tanglin' into each other?" Angus asked.

She shrugged. "They just sorta..do what they do on instinct. I could certainly hide as many as I like, if they ever got inconvenient. Say..you don't really have anywhere to sleep, right?"
"Nothin' but the homeless shelter, or th'street."
"You could crash at my place tonight if you want..you know, as thanks for giving me the idea for this prank? That is...if don't mind showering. My nose is, more sensitive than human ones..."
"I get the hint," Angus said. "I don't mind getting' clean, just don't get the opportunity too often."
"Sure," she nodded, and started leading the way. "Let's go, then...I've got a new job to get to tomorrow."

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Troy had settled on her target by a little over halfway into the session. Dennis—usually called Den for short—was slightly on the short side (for a guy, so just about her height), dark haired, not particularly fat or fit. She'd always kind of liked him, as a friend at least, and now she thought he was the one who blushed at her the cutest when she teased him. He seemed to have only asked Carter out earlier out of some sense of obligation, because all the other guys seemed to be doing it—and almost appeared relieved when she said no. She also know that he, like her, didn't have work the next day.

When it was time to wrap up and everyone was getting ready to leave, the voluptuous wolf-girl made her move. "Hey, Den, you mind helping me clean things up a little?" she smiled and wagged innocently, watching him blush adorably in response to her mere proximity.
"Uh, s-sure—I mean, not at all," he said with a nervous shrug. "Sorry about spilling my coke earlier.."
"Heheh, that's no big deal. The tablecloth's washable for a reason," she said. "Anyway, I'm glad you got into it that much." The incident in question had happened when his orcish barbarian was loudly demanding more beer at a tavern. "Always makes things more fun!"

Everyone else was gone by the time they finished cleaning up, of course. It was nearly midnight. "Hey, how long's your drive, anyway?" she said. "You just wanna crash here for the night?"
"Uhh.." Dennis flushed immediately at the suggestion. "I-I mean, it is a little far, but..you sure that'd be okay? I meeaan..."
"What, 'cause I'm a girl now doesn't mean I can be a good host?" she said, acting mock-insulted. "It's a big house, I've got a couch. Anyway~, I wouldn't mind if you wanted to share the comfy bed with me."

"Uhhhh."

"Pffehehe! Oh man, you should see the look on your face!"

"O-oh..uh...that was a joke. You were joking," he said, still somewhat nervously.

"Well, mostly," the wolf-girl said, putting up her arms. "I mean, we haven't even been on a first date or anything, soo, a little early to sleep together, right?"

"Uh, yeah.

"But yoouu...are you attracted to guys now? I mean.."

"Pretty sure I am. What, you didn't notice me flirting with everyone but Carter all night?" Troy said.
"I just can't tell how serious you are," he said. "Like, I know you're teasing everyone, and you're obviously super happy to have a uh, tail and stuff..."

"I guess none of it was all that serious," she said, shrugging. It was a little hard for her to tell the difference herself. "I'm definitely happy with my body now, for sure, annd..just doing what I like!" She reached across to ruffle his hair some—not so fast that he couldn't pull back if he didn't want it. He stayed still, blushing and nervously fidgeting.

"Buut...all that aside, there is still one way I could let you sleep more comfortably than on that couch. Maybe. I have an idea, at least, if you're willing to help me try it out?"

"Uhm...what kind of idea?" Dennis said cautiously. She could sense that he was just as nervous as he was eager about the idea of sharing a bed with a hot girl like her, even if they wouldn't be doing anything more than lying there and sleeping.

"Well, you know—I got to look this way 'cause Carter cursed me."
"Uh-huh..not a very good curse, if you're this happy with it," he said.

"Right? And I think I might be able to spread it..you know, temporarily. Sooo.."

Troy ruffled Den's hair again, enjoying his blush. "Maybe I can just make you a dog-girl for the night, and we can share my bed? It's big enough for two people for sure, and if we're both girls then there's no problem. Annd then, turn you back in the morning?"
"Uh.." Dennis was trying to form an objection, but her appearance, her friendly hair-ruffling, and the thoughts her suggestions were putting into his head all clearly made it much more difficult than usual for him to think straight. "Y-you think you can just, 'share' your curse? And take it back too!? Where do you..I mean, that is not how curses..work?"

"We don't know how curses work in the real world, right?" she said. "Anyway, it sure feels like I can do that. Won't know unless I try!"

"Wha-what if the first part works, but not the second? And I'm stuck..you know..th-that way?" he said with a vague gesture in her direction. It didn't seem like he'd entirely accepted that she could do it, but rather his rational brain was scrambling to find an excuse to push back against the part of him that wanted to at least try just as much as she did.

"Worst case, Carter made the curse, so I'm sure miss blond and foxy can undo it herself," she said. "Anyway, I'm sure there's magic dispelling stuff on the internet by now! I'll buy whatever I have to, with my own money, to fix it if something goes wrong. How's that?" She grinned across at him, crossing her arms and wagging her tail victoriously.

"Y-you..just want to see if it'll work, don't you," he said, sort of half-realizing. "I-I guess..with all of that, I'd be willing to help you t-test it out."

"Awesome!"

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"I just don't get it...how'd they do it...?" Miles sat on a chair in his dorm room, reaching his hand across to the pure-white cat on his bed to gently stroke her fur. She didn't have an answer for him, only a purr, but it was reassurance enough. He sighed. "I'm sure she saw me today, too...prob'ly think I'm some kinda creep or something..."

Miles had never been particularly great at making friends. Actually, he'd been too good at making enemies back in high school. He was a little on the tall, skinny side build-wise, with some bad scars on his face from an incident where he crossed the wrong person back then. The guy who did it got jail, and Miles had only been briefly suspended for picking a fight in the first place. Actually, he hadn't even experienced the suspension since it was over by the time he got out of the hospital.

Maybe it had always been his face, even before—the way his expressions tended to look—that made everyone think he was out looking for a fight or something. It didn't help that he had a temper problem, which...he was, admittedly, still working on. It felt like everyone saw him and they were intimidated or enraged first thing—their inclination not toward making friends with him. He did have a few friends, or at least non-hostile acquaintances, by now—a few weeks into his second year of college—but it was still so easy for even them to take something he said or did the wrong way, and then it was a struggle to convince them he hadn't meant it like that.

Was he just bad at communicating? Or was it his looks? There was no reason it couldn't be both. While he was musing, his cat mewed to demand more petting, and he obliged. She was just about the only creature he could always get along with. "Gawh...wish I could just be cute like them. 'R like you," he said. "Yees, you're a pretty kitty, Beth. One less thing making people instantly hate me...it'd be real nice, yeah.

"…Guess I should just ask how it happened...but I dunno. If they think I'm a creep now, how do I even, like..." He sighed. "Augh, I am such a moron."

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hey uh

i thought you said each tail from here was supposed to be hard?

Well, gee, for most of us they are...
You grew more than one?!

Olivia grinned.

yeah, three

but i got the feeling these are the last ones for a long while

not that i mind, this is pretty sweet.

Congratulations!
Totally not jealous over here...

We should meet up sometime so you can promote me!

You're gonna have to earn that first (another of them said to that one)

i'd actually love to meet you all some time, you know

thank you in person?

could be fun

later tho

Yeah, we can figure that out later...

Anyway, enjoy having seven freakin' tails at under a century old!

Angus insisted on leaving the following morning, saying that he didn't want to impose on anyone's space and he was sure he'd wear out his welcome pretty soon anyhow. Olivia couldn't suppress feeling a bit of disappointment that her new partner-in-crime wasn't sticking around, but she couldn't blame him, either. After all, her apartment was pretty tiny, and with his inability to get a job, he wouldn't be able to contribute to the rent or food bills if he stuck around long-term. She would've let him stay if he wanted, but she wasn't going to try and trap him somewhere he didn't want to be, either. But—if only she lived somewhere bigger, with two bedrooms and two beds at least.

Maybe she could convert his clothes into some actual nice ones, and that would help convince someone he deserved a chance, sort of like at the restaurant from before. She didn't actually offer to alter his clothes, however, because she felt a certain confidence that he'd decline. What use was a set of new duds if he didn't earn it himself?—he might say. But there was still that lingering disappointment.

If she wasn't so deep in debt, her new salary would afford the rent for a new place...but it was going to be a few years, probably, before she was far enough out of that hole to even consider moving. Olivia didn't mind working her way out of it, she just didn't like it putting other things she wanted on hold for so long.

She shook off the disappointment and concerns as she came in for the first day of her new job. Jim was good for his word, handing her a contract to sign and then starting to train her in the ways of...training, himself. She chuckled to herself around the middle of the day when she realized that the boss of the Gym was named Jim, and wondered why she hadn't realized that before. But then—she'd been too worried about him chewing her out before. What a silly thing to care about...

The week practically flew by, and it was Friday—she had Saturday off this week. She'd more or less moved away from looking to the society of vixens for advice, and over to using it sort of like a chatroom of old friends; she was starting to get a good sense for the personality of everyone there. Well, all but one particular 'voice', that was. The 'seventh', the one who'd spoken to Oliver only after all of the other ones had, seemed to be particularly silent most of the time. She didn't feel too inclined to pry—maybe whoever that was had left the group after not very long or was a terribly busy, important person of some sort—but there was a little bit of curiosity there.

Well, no sooner did Olivia walk into her apartment Friday afternoon than that seventh voice took the initiative to contact her themselves, pinging a notification on her phone from the app.

The message was a little mysterious, and maybe slightly accusatory: You are unsatisfied with your present den.

uh

you mean my apartment?

Olivia shrugged to herself. yeah it kinda sucks but i'll deal

Check your mail.

"Oh, uh...?" She'd gotten well out of the habit of looking at her mail too often—because it was usually bills, debt collectors, and spam. But since whoever it was was asking, Olivia was at the very least curious what this was about. She went out and found her mailbox predictably stuffed with junk, and sifted through it, going so far as to hold up the spam in her left hand and light it on fire via magic, enjoying watching it burn away to ash. But there was one letter she didn't recognize at all, from some kind of lawyer or something, so she kept that one along with several others that actually looked halfway important.

It looked very official, and was also rather confusing. The piece of mail made the claim that an uncle of Olivia's had died and left her some ambiguous property—she couldn't really understand all of the legalese. But the thing was—she definitely didn't have a dead uncle, because she didn't have any aunts or uncles, period. This...had to be what that voice was talking about, right? There was nothing else quite so unusual in the mail.

so

like

i...inherited something?

No one actually died, the voice informed her helpfully. Consider it a gift in celebration of your seventh.

I have far too many properties to maintain anyway. You'll be doing me a favor, taking it off of my hands.

However, you will require some assistance with its upkeep.

Re-reading the legal letter again with this..helpful insight, it slowly dawned on Olivia exactly what was being implied here—what was, apparently, actually happening. Her ears folded back with shock as she held the piece of paper out in front of her in one hand and the phone in the other, then dropped the former to lean in over the phone and quickly type a reply.

youre giving me a house?!?!!?

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Vincent met up with Luca in the parking lot—him male and part-cat, her still the same fox-girl as she'd become the night before, but hiding all but one of her tails around the office for convenience's sake. "Uh, hi!"
"Hey, kitten~." She ruffled his hair, especially the ears, drawing a startled-yet-pleased purr from him. "How'd work go with the furry bits?"
"Uhh, funny you should mention 'furry'," he said. "Everyone at the office was all over me, like, every single person had to pull something at least once to check they were real. And one guy, who sits like right next to me, is a huge furry, and kinda begged me to introduce him to whoever 'got me these ears' so he could get some too or something."

"So, what'd you tell him?"

"Uh, I said I'd ask?" Luca said. "I'm sure it'd make him super happy to have some kinda animal ears or something."

"Well, I don't mind," she said, shrugging. "Giving or taking those things is as easy as snapping my fingers."

"So so, what about you? I mean—not only furry, but being a girl?"

"People definitely noticed," Vincent said, "but I work with professionals. Once everyone knew I'd become a fox-girl, it was business as usual."

"Awwh, I'm a little jealous. I mean—of not having your ears or tail pulled," he said. "Really, not even one person tried?"
"Ohh...one guy tried, but he just couldn't manage to get a grip on my tail," she said with a vicious grin. "It kept vanishing just when his fingers were about to close on it. He was really confused and frustrated by the time he gave up and left me alone. But that was in the mail room, so—not one of my immediate coworkers."

The two of them had made it to Vincent's car by this point—the one they'd both taken to work. She stopped, turned and hopped up in front of Luca to pull herself around him and deliver a surprise kiss. "Mmfph!" He was so surprised that he stumbled back a step and almost bit his tongue, but his feline tail kept him balanced just long enough to recover and start returning the hug, curling that tail forward to wrap around hers. "M-mrr~rrh..."
Maybe a few minutes later, their mouths alone disengaged. "I want more of that," Vincent said with a big, predatory grin. "And more petting." She stroked a hand down through his hair. "Looks like you're stuck with me."
"Eheheheh," the catboy softly, breathlessly giggled. "Um, no-not such a bad way to get stuck."

"Mm." She pushed herself into another, much briefer kiss, then pulled out again with a loud smack. "Let's go eat, and talk..living arrangements, hmn?" she said, teasing one of his ears with a finger.

"Uh..s-sure." Vincent slipped out of the embrace as easily as she'd pulled him into it, going over to the driver's side of the car.