Vixen Society - Cycle 7

Vixen Society

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Cycle 7

"Let's set a simple goal: Clear the couch, and no tripping hazards around it." Vincent strode up to the couch, picking up one sketchbook with a hand and sweeping several more pieces of loose paper up in the wind, over to Luca for him to catch. "Where can this go, that won't be in the way?"
"Uhh...I guess, overr, in there?" Luca's arms were too full of stuff for him to point with more than his head, but she got it, taking the book and another one in her other hand over to a side closet. Obviously not wanting her to completely dictate where everything went, he hurried down the hall to find somewhere in a side room for what she'd stuck him with.

In this way, the fox-girl insistently made/helped Luca clear out more and more of the living room, until it more or less resembled a space with the function it was supposed to have. At least—the stated goals had been completed, and the couch was free for use. Perfect.

"Pleeeaase, no more! I'm running outta places to stuff things that I'll remember to look later!"

"Okay, okay," she said, giggling. "I guess you've been on your feet all afternoon making supper too, huh? Since the couch is clear, why don't you take a seat?" She gestured, making a gentle breeze blow him in the direction of that couch, and he took the hint to go sit down. No sooner had he done so than Vincent pounced on top of him in a hug, squishing her considerable breasts against his slim chest and grinning—blushing—right into his bright red, flustered face.

"Uh, vuh, V-vincent?"
"Heheh, you're hilarious," she said, running a hand through his hair. "But I admit, you're pretty cute, too. You've been cute all along, like an adorable little kitten, but I definitely wasn't equipped to notice it before now." Once, twice, three times she ruffled and stroked it with her small, delicate hand, watching his reaction with delight. "Hug me back?"
"Uh..s-sure.." His rapidly-beating heart, and how quickly he gave into the request—drawing his slim arms around her—betrayed that the sense of affection was mutual. She leaned in a little closer, nuzzling his cheek while ruffling his hair, then drew back again.

"Hmmh..little bored now." She was still blushing and grinning all the same.
"Uh...whadd'you mean?"
"I'm bored, you're boring me." Vincent ruffled his hair again. "This just doesn't get enough of a reaction. I know how to make you more interesting, though~."
"Uh, re, really? What do I, uh, I mean..?"

"Just stay there and relax," the vixen said, feeling a particularly mischievous grin spread across her lips.

"O-okay..."

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Oliver got home, and he sat back on his chair, still feeling happy. There was the afterglow of the good laugh he'd had, and there was the sense of accomplishment from fooling some people and helping others. There was some eagerness to get to do that again, maybe on his next day off. He could feel it all welling up in him, before pushing its way down across his spine and out—yet another tail spreading its way into place beside the other three.

"Oh..! Hahah.." He grinned, finally realizing it was happening. But, as the tail reached its full size, Oliver began to feel rather strange. "Mm-mmnh..?" His belly gurgled kind of oddly, a little like it had when he'd eaten the steak but maybe slightly more violently. "A-ah..." His face started to warm up and flush as this sensation seemed to make its way downward, particularly to between his legs, becoming a weird, upward tug that caused a wave of strong tingling down there—all a thoroughly unfamiliar, yet increasingly stimulating, set of feelings.

"Wha, whaa~aah...ah, aa~ah..." Oliver's voice cracked and squeaked as he squirmed a bit in his chair, feeling the thing between his legs pulling slowly inward, getting smaller and smaller. Besides that, the weird feeling in his belly was causing the fat there to diminish as it had several times before—but he had the impression this time that something right there in his core was actually pulling it all in, devouring and consuming it all for some particular purpose. "Er~rm, ah, aa~ah..!" Before he knew it, the—whatever it was—had pulled what made him male nearly all the way inside, and then with one last tug and a rush of other bizarre sensations, the four-tailed Kitsune's sex completely and totally changed.
"M-mm~mmMMMmnnh...!" A deep, terribly feminine alto tone rang from her throat as she squirmed and thrashed violently, her ears low and all four tails twisting and weaving around in excitement—a deep blush, too, adorning her cheeks—as what she had between her legs assaulted her with a wave of awfully pleasant, fuzzy, tingly sensations. At the same time, the new girl's chest tingled sharply, and what had been two leftover lumps of fat there reformed themselves into a pair of proper breasts, complete with the nipples spreading themselves out wider and taller.

"Rr~rrfh...ah, aa~aah..mmnnooo~ooh..." In a moment the change, and the pleasure with it, came to an end, and Oliver found herself breathing heavily for a bit, still feeling quite hot from the experience. "Hffh,, I, w-wha..at, even...why..?" Looking down, she found that her body was now rid of most of the fat that hadn't been converted into breasts, leaving her with a slim, tall build and only a slight bulge of pudge on her belly. She carefully patted and pressed, running her hands along different parts of her body, all to try to get used to its new proportions.

On the one hand, she was definitely getting her wish. Her body was even more fit than it had been before; she felt more powerful too, from the new tail. On the other hand—there was the obvious, if utterly bizarre, question. Well—Oliver was more or less in the habit of posing her most confused questions to one particular group by now. She took another moment to calm down and catch her breath, and then reached for her phone.

so uh

i went and pranked some people today, it was fun,

i got back here and grew another tail, which is great,

but,

i also kinda

sorta

The red-furred Kitsune blushed slightly, finding it a little embarrassing to report, but continued.

like

do you know of any reason why my sex would've changed, from, that?

It took a second or two for somebody to respond to the flood of messages:

Oh, you grew a fourth tail? Congratulations!
And...you're saying your sex changed?

seems like it..?

That kind of thing can happen sometimes, as a side effect.

Did you notice any changes before this that might've pointed in a 'feminine' trajectory? Like longer hair, maybe?

come to think of it yeah

so sometimes kitsune just

flip

like this?

Sometimes!

Anyway, if you really hate it you're more than powerful enough to make your body change back. Four tails, right?

She thought about it—really considered it—for a moment. But..what could it hurt, after all? The fox-girl gently cupped one of her breasts in a hand for a second, blushing faintly and thinking about the nice feeling she'd gotten on first changing. Anyway, she could pretty easily put up an illusion of herself as a guy at work, just as much as she was hiding the ears and tails, and that'd be another way to fool people there. Maybe it'd be fun to stay this way, for just a little while at least.

guess i won't worry about it for now

my life's so much better otherwise, so

Cool, cool.

By the way...

You've grown just about one tail per day so far, but you can't expect that pace to continue at this point.

The fifth tail and onwards get really difficult.

Raw power and talent alone just isn't enough; they have to be definitively earned.

Oliver thought about her conversation with Angus—about the idea of being useful, of putting in the effort and doing it for oneself.

that's fine with me

i mean i feel like i'm ready to work for my accomplishments anyway

just having everything handed to me like a spoiled brat is dumb.

Awesome! But hey, we'll still be here if you want any more advice.

Or just to talk some more!

i'm sure i will

thanks, guys

You're welcome!

It occurred to Oliver just after she set her phone down..had she ever actually told them she'd been a guy before? They seemed to know the change had been from male to female somehow. But then, even if they'd been spying on her from day one—she didn't particularly care.

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Naturally, the brown-furred catgirl walking into the cafeteria got some looks, but she just straight up ignored them. The cafeteria workers certainly didn't care, and the machine took her card no problem, so she was able to get a big trayful of food and sit down with it to eat in fairly short order. Then she scarfed down food undisturbed, occasionally letting out a semi-involuntary mew or purr of enjoyment while she did so, for a good few minutes.

After that, her ears picked up someone walking. Well, sure—plenty of people were walking around the cafeteria right now, as it was presently what most would call 'lunchtime'. But she could hear every footstep around her and its location on an individual basis, and so she had no trouble at all identifying one particular set of steps as coming her way with intention. She turned in that direction as they came close to find Ella (disguised as a dark-haired human girl, of course) coming up.

She swallowed food and paused in time to talk without embarrassment. "Hey, Ella."
"Kieran~! Oh wow, look at you~!" she said happily, closing the rest of the distance to the seat across from the catgirl in nearly an instant. "You're soo cuute!"

"Thanks, I guess," she said, but felt herself blush and her tail flick around a little bit faster, betraying a more enthusiastic acceptance of the compliment than her words did. "You don't mind me borrowing your clothes?"
"Nah. But we'll have to go shopping to get you some of your own soon. Maybe when you're through eating?" she said, leaning forward a bit.
The mental image of picking out some cute clothes, and letting the pink-haired Kitsune compliment how she looked in them, pleased the catgirl. "Hmmh, sure, why not. I just gotta make sure I leave enough time to do homework before Monday."

"Heheh, sure~."

The other girl sat across from her with a forward lean, her elbows on the table and her cheeks buried in her hands, with a big grin that practically screamed that she had something more to say. Kieran made the Kitsune wait for her to eat several more bites of food before giving her the opportunity. "Soo...you know anything about, y'know...why, I transformed into a catgirl?"

"Well, kinda! The vixen society people said, when I mentioned you were suddenly having the same kinda trouble I was—that you had a lot of potential to 'awaken as a Neko', and that you'd caught a 'whiff' of the magic that awakened me that morning, which put you super close to the edge of actually awakening," she said rapid-fire. "So of course I was like 'what's a Neko?', and they said it's like some kinda magical cat-person. I guessed from there that you needed so much sleep to build up the rest of the energy, and they said that was prolly right.

"I had no idea it'd turn you into a such a cute girl, though~!"

"You thought I'd be a boy Neko, I guess?"
"Mm-hmn!" she nodded.

"Well—my boobs are bigger than yours," Kieran reported.

"Heehee, I can tell!" Ella said, grinning—not even fazed by the announcement at all, seemingly just happy for her roommate. Happy for her friend. "I guess it is kinda convenient for us to be the same sex again, since we can keep rooming together, though, ri~ight?"
"Sure, sure," the catgirl nodded.

"You want me to keep calling you 'Kieran'?" she asked.
"Hmmnn..." That just...didn't sound cute enough for her. "Kiera," she decided aloud.

"'Kay~!" Ella sang cheerfully.

"...By the way. I was lying on top of the covers when I fell asleep last night, and this morning I woke up under them. Without my pants," Kiera said.

"Guilty as charged~. I just thought you'd rest a little better that way," Ella said. "I didn't touch you or anything, just poofed the covers from below you to on top of you."
"Annd...my pants from on me, to the floor. Soo, you can just remote-strip people if you want?"
"Not if they're on guard," she said, shrugging. "But asleep is pretty much as 'off-guard' as an alive person can get."

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As he got ready for bed, Troy thought to himself that he hoped the 'hair growth' part of the curse was nearly finished—as it now trailed just about all the way down his back, and was on the verge of becoming completely unmanageable. Of course he was aware that expressing that hope would amount to tempting fate, as surely it would only prompt it end this phase and move on to something worse. But he couldn't help at least thinking it regardless.

The next phase did indeed hit him the following morning. He woke up and sat up, this time actively looking for what might be new, but didn't immediately notice anything out of the ordinary. His hair growth even seemed to have stabilized back to a normal, mundane rate—in that it hadn't gotten any noticeable amount longer that night. It was when he stood up that he realized something was just...slightly off. It took him embarrassingly long to quite put his finger on it—he took his shower, came out, and was putting on his shirt before it really hit him.

His shirt was longer, and everything surrounding him was taller. It was only a slight difference, enough to be quite subtle, which was why Troy hadn't caught on right away. But as soon as he realized this had happened, he went to get a yardstick and measured his height, and—indeed—he'd lost an inch and a half or so overnight, compared to the last time he'd been to the doctor and measured. So—he wondered—was this a forecast of the day to come? Like yesterday's hair growth, was his shrinking of height destined to continue throughout the day, eventually plateauing at some destination size? There was only one way to find out—and nothing he could really do about it, anyway.

Troy ran into a little bit of trouble at work because of his hair. It looked 'unprofessional' being so long, his boss said. He explained that it literally couldn't get shorter right now because of a curse, and of course his boss thought he was joking. So he went out of his way to go find some scissors, brought some of his hair around and cut off about an inch of its length. No sooner did he put the scissors down than the black tresses immediately flowed back out to their prior length. His boss no longer questioned his claim, but walked away shaking his head in disbelief.

He'd taken his yardstick with him to work, planning to measure himself on his lunch break. He didn't even have to do that to notice the gradual bunching-up of his shirt, or the way that his pants leggings began threatening to drag along the ground when he walked. By the time he did measure, he'd been hit with an entire half-foot of shrinking, and from the way his shirt was starting to feel kind of awkwardly loose around his shoulders, it wasn't just height he was losing. Now he wished he'd taken a picture of himself in the mirror or something, and hurried to do so in the bathroom after this measurement. After lunch, Troy rolled up his leggings so they wouldn't trip him and went back to work.

His perspective slowly sank downward even more while he worked. He tried not to let it distract him, but he did need to roll up his leggings a little more, retuck his shirt, and even pull it a little tighter closed around him as its collar was beginning to threaten to slip right off of his narrowed shoulders. When his shift was finally over, Troy took another good look in the mirror to find his frame quite diminished compared to that morning. He'd thought he was a little on the thin side before, but now he was slender as a rail. And, of course, a yardstick check found him down just slightly more than an entire foot compared to his original height.

Just a bit over five and a half feet. That was Troy's height now; it echoed in his mind as he drove home. He was going to have to buy some new clothes because of how drastically his body had changed now, but...it seemed like it might be too early to do that. Who knew if he was going to shrink another foot by tomorrow, or some other weird thing would alter his body shape enough to make whatever he bought to fit this body fail to fit all over again?

He took pains to measure himself over the following afternoon and evening, but found that his height, like his hair length, had stabilized. The shrinking had, however, left the tips of the long, jet-black tresses even farther down his back than before, enough to tickle the tops of his thighs. He decided to take off everything but some boxers and get a picture of himself in the mirror before going to bed that night, in case another subtle change required a comparison the following morning.

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It was time for Vincent to spring her trap. She drew both of her hands up, reaching through Luca's hair to lay her fingers across his ears. Drawing them gently around and upward, she began to reshape and sculpt those ears, making each one stretch itself wider and taller, soft hairs slowly spreading themselves out across every inch of its skin. "A-ah..V-vince, whaa...mmn?" She took a brief pause to place an index finger across his lips, still grinning widely at him.

"Sshhh, no talking." Then she went back to work on the ears, growing them the rest of the way out into two soft, furry black triangles poking out past his hair, each one growing a big ball of fluffy white fuzz out from its inside. No sooner had she finished changing those ears than she began petting them, making Luca shiver from their sudden sensitivity.

"Aa-aah..mn, mrrraaaoooowwh..." As his mouth opened into a helpless, feline mew, Luca's teeth grew some adorable fangs into place to match. Vincent's left hand took a break from petting his ears to run its way down his back, the fingers tracing his spine, instead—and when it reached the bottom a tail sprouted from there, rapidly growing into a very long, slim line of black fur, completing his change from human to cat-boy.

"Mm, mrr~rrh..." Luca purred as she pet him a little more, getting ready for the next stage of the transformation. She moved her right hand in across his hair to run along his face; it was already fairly cute, but she made it even cuter, erasing all of his hair and shrinking it a tiny bit smaller and rounder.
"M-mrr~rrooo~oowh...!" She drew a finger around his lips and open mouth mid-mew, then that hand down the rest of the way to cup his neck, pushing his adam's apple out of existence and causing his voice to begin to change. "Mrr~rrrh.." It began at a higher pitch during his next purr, and continued to rise throughout it.

The vixen's right hand went back to Luca's ears, while the left brushed down through his hair to a shoulder, gently massaging it. Again, there wasn't much to do here—just a slight narrowing of his shoulders to enhance his already effeminate shape—and after that she moved it around his waist to return the hug he was still giving her and begin some of the more drastic changes. Two of her tails had already wound themselves tightly around Luca's slim, feline one, so the other two curled themselves around his legs as she began to make it happen...

"Mrr~rrnh...ah, aah, aa~aaah...!" Luca's waist pulled in at the sides, his legs grew a little bit longer and he gained an inch or two of height. But, as his voice changed and his face flushed even brighter, these weren't the things he'd be noticing right away. "Mnh, mrr~rrraaa~aah..!" Rather, it was the steady, tingly shrinking of his already-very-excited manhood, which Vincent now mercilessly tugged at over and over again to keep him making those adorable sounds. "Aah, aa~ah, o-oh..mmMMMmnhh..!" By now his voice had lilted up to a high, squeaky soprano, but she knew that wasn't where it would end—adorable though it was.

"M-mrrRRRRO~OOoowwrrrh...!" There it went—Luca's manhood melting away to nothing, just as Vincent's had. She made dead certain that the catboy got a nice, intense burst of pleasure from the change to catgirl too, and enjoyed the sexy, feline cry that came out as a result. Right away, almost on its own, her body began to eagerly gain more feminine proportions: Wider hips, thicker thighs, an even slimmer waist. "O-oo~oooh.." her voice began to deepen and mature now, and Vincent decided it was time to get to work on her clothes, too.

"Oh, ah, aa~aahnn~...!" The pants Luca had on pulled shorter and shorter, her underwear tightening and losing its leggings instantly to become a pair of panties. A single band broke off from the shrinking pants on the way up, pulling itself tight around that leg's lower thigh, while the rest lost their leggings entirely to become a tiny pair of girly shorts that didn't do much of anything to hide her legs. "M-mew, mrr~rroowh..!" Her shirt split apart down the middle, growing long sleeves and losing a piece of cloth near the chest which immediately spread out into a lacy black bra which would be hanging awkwardly loose around her flat chest—if Vincent's own breasts weren't still pressing directly into it.

"Ooo~oOOOOoo~oooh...!" All the while, the catgirl was squirming and thrashing, holding onto Vincent as tightly as she could, obviously in the throes of some particularly intense girlish pleasure. It was enough that the fox-girl couldn't keep herself calm either; she was starting to pant a little harder, blush a little hotter, and the fuzzy feeling already present between her legs was getting slowly, steadily stronger. She felt like she wouldn't be fully in control for very much longer, so she hurried to draw her other arm around Luca's waist, pushing her magic into her to finally give her some breasts.

"Mmh, mmnh, mmrr~rrRRRrrhh..!" Three little pushes, the last one lasting a little longer, formed Luca's chest into a pair of small—maybe A-cup—breasts, which certainly didn't fill the bra she had on. Vincent leaned in and began to nuzzle the catgirl's face anyway, moving her hands back up to start petting her ears all over again. "Ah, oo~ooh...!" Her voice had descended down into a sexy alto, mature but still a little on the high and cute side, and then settled there; it was perfect.

"Mrh—rr~rrh..!" Vincent found herself reacting very helplessly to the sudden sensation of Luca's fingers running across her ears for the first time—and realized she'd wanted this feeling since her very first instant as a fox-girl. "A~aah...heheh...mn~nh..."
"Aah, aa~ah..mrroo~ooowh...!" Meanwhile, Luca's breasts were steadily growing, pushing themselves out bigger and bigger and starting to squish against the fox-girl's own pair as they came swiftly closer to the same size. "Aa~aa~aaAAAHhnnnnn~nh..!" This excited sound accompanied another burst of growth during which they surpassed hers, and even after that they seemed to show no sign of stopping.

"Mrfh, y-yip! Aa~aahnn~n.." Vincent's higher voice joined the chorus of helpless, girly cries of pleasure as the catgirl's hands and fingers went beyond just petting her ears—and on to running through her hair, stroking her back, even brushing across one or the other of her tails—and she found herself feeling rather vulnerable all of a sudden, due to how deeply sensitive she was to every bit of it.

"Oh, oh, oo~ooh...m-mew..mrr~rrowh...!" The catgirl's boobs just kept on getting bigger, beginning to engulf Vincent's smaller breasts in their squishy softness. It was an irresistible feeling, and the fox-girl knew she'd be back for more over and over again. "Mnh, mrr~rrrh...!" Luca's excited purring and her adorable, sexy girly sounds were plenty stimulating on their own, too. She was starting to get addicted.

"M-mrrfh! Rrfh...ha~aAAahaha, aa~ahn..." She couldn't help some more excited, delighted giggling in the middle of all the other sounds, as the transformation finally came to a close with one final push from Luca's enormous breasts, making them finally fill and stretch the big bra Vincent had given her to its limits.

This came with a predictable, but no less delightful, burst of elation from Luca, a low "Oo~oooh...!" that slowly closed down into a deep, sexy purr as her thrashing finally settled down and she went from vigorous petting and stroking to just holding on tight to the smaller girl, slowly running just one hand at a time through Vincent's hair or along her back.

"Hhf, fhh..h-heheheh..!" The Kitsune adorably, helplessly, delightedly giggled, feeling quite satisfied herself. She kept her face pulled nice and close against Luca's, continuing to nuzzle the catgirl's cheek and pet her ears just a little bit more.

"Mnh—mrrr~rrrh..." Luca returned both gestures happily, purring her sexy purr right back for a very long moment.

The girlish pleasure didn't come to an end, but it eased off just enough to have a tiny bit of self control. Nonetheless, Vincent kept on softly churring, yipping, and giggling until Luca took the occasion to say something. "Mr~roowh...h-hey, is it still no-talking time..?"
"Pffheeheehee~! You dork, that was just while I was busy making you a catgirl," Vincent said, drawing her head back enough to face her.

"W-well uh, you're really gorgeous, and cute—adorable, even!" she blurted. "A-and I, th-this feels way more amazing than I'd ever believe anything like it would—so, so, thanks for that too!"
"You're welcome~," Vincent said, ruffling the catgirl's hair with a hand—and this time getting exactly the delighted purr that she wanted to hear as a result.

"Mrrr~rrh. But ha, hey, can. Can you get offa me for juuust a sec? I really wanna see what I look like now!"

Vincent gave her a false, pouting frown for just a second. "Ooh, fffiine. Heheh, artists, man." She let go and tumbled herself over to one side, landing sitting next to Luca with an arm still across the catgirl's shoulders. "Good luck standing up straight, though!"
"Heheh, y-yeah.." She carefully pushed herself up off of the couch using an arm, and stumbled and swiveled around with her tail's help just barely keeping her from falling over again, all of the motion slipping the jacket her shirt had turned into partway off. Looking down at Vincent, still blushing, she said. "Before I uh, look, wha'd'you think, huh?" She paused to raise one of her hands, leaning down on the other one for balance. "Uhhm, nyaaa~aah."

"Pfft..bwAAAHAHAHAHAH! D-did you seriously just 'nya' at me?!"

"He-hey, I'm tryin'a be cute here!" the catgirl said, carefully pulling herself fully upright.

"Oh, you're cute alright," Vincent said, and fell back into another giggling fit.
"Awwh, fine!" Luca took the jacket off and threw it at the fox-girl. "I'll just have to see for myself how I look, then!"

"You're gorgeous~!" Vincent called after her, peeling the jacket off her face and laying it on the couch to one side. Maybe it would've been cooler for her to block it with wind magic or whatever, but she'd been too busy giggling to think about that.

"I figured that much out already!"