Vixen Society - Cycle 8

Vixen Society

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Cycle 8

Oliver wasn't discouraged by setbacks. Not by being a girl, not by her body not having been entirely magically turned fit, and certainly not by the news that the fifth tail would be harder. She went to work the following day with an illusion of a male, human Oliver, and came to the end of it with plenty of energy to spare. She even took a few opportunities during the day to play tiny little illusion-based tricks on coworkers who probably had no idea she even existed. Then she went to the gym to exercise, warmed up properly, and gave herself the goal of doing at least just a little more than the day before.

Here she didn't hide her new appearance, just the foxy parts, deciding that if for some reason being female had an effect on how she was supposed to exercise, and if some kind stranger decided to help point out something she was doing wrong—well, she didn't want to make that advice useless to her. She worked out until she was a little tired, ran until she got a second wind and became even more sweaty and tired, and then stopped to cool down before heading home.

Naturally, her change of sex didn't pose any problem at all as far as clothing went—she could just alter what she was wearing however she wanted anyway. She went ahead and wore casual clothes to work the next day (since nobody would see them anyway), turned them into gym clothes for the gym, and then tossed them off of herself to shower and put on a new set when she got home. She tried some new recipes she found online with those groceries she'd bought, and felt at least an equal satisfaction as that steak the other day from having made something delicious for herself.

For three days of work, gym, food, her body didn't undergo any more drastic, sudden changes. She refused to be even slightly disappointed, much less discouraged, by this—she would work every last bit of the fat off of herself the normal way if she had to! But when she woke up the day after that, she found that her belly fat was suddenly nearly gone, her breasts had grown a noticeable little bit, and her arms and legs were starting to get just a tiny bit toned. She couldn't help feeling excited and happy at this, and resolved to work even harder to get the rest of it done. It wasn't just a cosmetic change, either—at the gym that afternoon she found she could lift heavier weights, do more push-ups and sit-ups, and endure a substantially longer run before starting to tire.

Exercise was becoming something of an addiction for her: The exhilarating feeling of the burn, her body getting healthier and stronger. It was starting to feel less like a means to an end, and more like a reward at the end of the day in itself—for putting up with her still-awful job. Maybe she could work on fixing that part of her life, soon. When people approached her at the gym, she introduced herself as 'Olivia', and let it stick. Her hard work was starting to be noticed, and some of the "other health nuts" were giving her tips on what to eat and how to exercise. These people were much nicer than the ones at her job, she thought—if only she worked here instead.

Three more days went by, and it was Olivia's day off again. She decided to take a break from the gym today and reward herself with a lunch out—maybe go out on the town to pull some more little pranks here and there while she was at it. On her way to lunch, she just happened to encounter Angus again.

"Oh, hey there!" She stopped and turned to face him, squatting down easily and placing her hands on her knees, grinning big. "Anguuus! How've you been doing?"
"Eh? I know you missy?" He...didn't recognize her. Thinking about it for half a second, that really shouldn't have been a surprise.

"Uhh, right." The fox-girl sat down in front of him, cross-legged. "It's me, Oliver! Uh, sorta—I'm calling myself 'Olivia' now. Some, uhhh, stuff happened, and now I look like this."
Angus sort of gave it a really good head-tilt, visibly trying to decide whether or not some kind of elaborate joke was being pulled. "I guess this is what they're talkin' about when they say 'magic is real now'?" he said, then snapped: "Where do you know me from, eh?"

"One week ago, I came and talked to you, and we went out to dinner together," she said. "You picked up the tab, and I made a promise to see about hiring you if I'm ever in a 'hiring' kinda position. Is that good enough?"
"Hmmmmnnh, okay. Guess I'll believe yah, then." he said. "For now."
"I guess I wouldn't believe me right away, either," she said. "My life's been turned upside-down in the span of just the last week or two...but in a pretty great way. I can tell you about it if you want...oh, actually! I was on my way to lunch, if you want to join me? Even split?"
"Hmmh, can't say no to that," Angus said. She hopped up and offered a hand to help him to his feet.
"Anywhere specific you'd like to go? I uh, hadn't thought that far ahead yet..."

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Troy woke up in the morning for the third time since being cursed. He sat up, feeling his ridiculously long hair tumble out around and across him, and reached a hand up to brush it away from his ear. "Sooo...what's it gonna b—"

He stopped in his tracks, his voice catching in his throat, the instant that the tip of a finger made contact with an ear. He didn't breathe for what felt like the next thirty seconds, as he slowly drew that hand inward, splaying the fingers all across the ear, to make sure that he was feeling what he was feeling. And he was.

His ear was covered in a layer of soft hairs, like peach fuzz. It was bigger than it had been before. "No way..." He knew his eyes were bugging out a bit, as he moved the hand over to the other side, pushing it quickly past his hair to touch that ear too. "No way, no way..!" It was the same—a tiny bit bigger with a tiny bit of fuzz. Troy's heart was racing. "No way! Carter, dude—man—girl—nnoo wwwaaayyy!!!" He got a little loud at this point, jumping out of bed violently enough to throw some of the covers halfway off of it and running to the mirror with a quick stop to snatch his glasses so he could get a good close look.

None of it mattered. "Dog ears, dog ears, dog ears...!" Inconvenient ultra-long hair? Sudden bodily shrinkage that made his clothes not fit right? Whatever else the curse was going to do? Nothing mattered. Because, by all appearances, Troy was soon going to have, for his very own self, a pair of nice, big, fluffy—"Dog ears! Wait—why dog ears?"
"...Canine curse!" He pointed excitedly at himself in the mirror "Duuhhh! Haahahahah!" He should've realized it was all a ploy. Carter basically forgave him, but then acted angry all over again so she could 'curse' him—all for this. She was giving him what he really wanted! And he couldn't wait! But—unfortunately—he'd probably have to wait at least a little bit.

"Haah, haah...okay, slow down there buddy." He shook his head (making his hair wave back and forth behind him). "Oooone step atta time. Got tomorrow off, so just...let's, get through work." He took a second to adjust his glasses, thinking: It was going to be a little more difficult to keep them on if he really got the kind of nice, big, fluffy ears that he wanted. But, again: Didn't matter. Dog ears.

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"Kieraaaa!"
"Mrrngh." The catgirl wriggled under the covers, trying to cover her big fuzzy ears with her hands.
"Kiera Kiera Kierakieraki—"

"What?" She poked just enough of her head up past the covers for her eyes to see the outside world.

"Looklooklook!" Ella was pointed excitedly at her backside.
"Yes, you have a nice butt, whatever."
"Hey, no, not that! Look again, or I'll...pull your tail!"

"...You pull my tail and I will bite you." But she took a closer look anyway, and noticed the rather obvious fact that instead of one big pink fluffy tail coming out of her roommate's back, there were now two.

"Oh, so yoouu...grew a second tail?"
"Yeah! It's great!"

"Mrrrowh." The Neko withdrew her head back under the covers. "What's so good about having more fur to wash?"

"Tails are everything to Kitsune, Kiera! It's like—I'm twice as powerful as before, and I earned it by doing neat stuff!"

"Ohh, so you can be twice as annoying in the morning?"
"If I have to be. Are you planning to sleep through the whole morning?"
"Mrrnh. If possible."
"When're we gonna go shopping for new clothes for you, then?"

"After lunch." It was supposed to have been 'after lunch' the day before, but both of them had very quickly gotten sidetracked.

"Annd, when're you gonna do all the homework you put off yesterday for 'Neko research' and napping?"

Kiera made a sound that was about halfway between a growl and a groan. "Gimme 'till like...ten."
"It's already nine thirty, y'know. I didn't exactly get up early this morning either."

"Then I got half an hour. Lea'me alone till thnnmm." Her voice closed off into a muffled sound as she pulled her pillow back against her face. "Mrrr~rrrh."

"Awwh, fine...lazy kitty cat."

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"Now look, I get that 'magic is real' and all, but you can't just 'stuff happened' me on a total bodily alteration like that," Angus said—sitting across from the fox-girl in a restaurant once again. "I've told you plenty about my life, missy. What's goin' on in yours?"

"Uhh, well. I'm not really anywhere near as interesting a person as you are, I don't think," she said. "Actually, this time last month I was a massively overweight, poor and in debt, complete loser. I..guess about half of that is still kinda true. But..."

She began to explain how she'd come to start following the advice of a strange app on her phone. Angus just listened while she explained her reasons at the time, nodding. It was easy for her to make anyone besides the two of them hear a different conversation entirely, just in case someone was listening in.

"..soo, after I ran that first time, and I made it back to the car. Well—I-I haven't actually told anyone about this before. That's, anyone except the people on the Vixen Society thing."
"Yees?" he leaned in a little closer.

"Well—I got, these?" Olivia raised a hand and point at one of her ears, simultaneously making it visible to him. "Annd, a tail to match." She un-hid one of her tails from him while she was at it. "Turns out, at least based on what they've been telling me, I 'awoke' as a Kitsune. Like, some kind of, fox-person, with illusion magic stuff."
"Ahh. Is that how you got me in the place that wouldn't let me in last week? I thought them folks were giving me some funny looks ever since then."
"Uh-huh. I thought it'd be funny to show them what you really looked like at the last minute, after we already ate and paid...maybe teach them a lesson about judging someone by his appearance?"
"Baah, if those folks could learn a lesson like that they'd already know it!" he said. "But, I'm still glad to be in on the joke, heeheh!" Olivia felt a bit relieved to see him smiling and laughing about the whole thing, rather than upset. Although she definitely hadn't meant it that way, it wouldn't be unreasonable for him to take that joke as having been at his expense.

"Yeah, so. After that, I've been trying to exercise better, eating..well, usually just more to be honest, and...getting used to being a Kitsune. And in the meantime I grew uh, three more tails—" (she made those visible to him too) "—and my body went through one stage after another of sudden changes, usually toward being less fat and more healthy. The most...well, the second most recent one was, right after I got home from eating with you actually, and that's when uh.." She flushed lightly.
"When you were made a lady?"
"Yeah, uh-huh. Apparently I'm 'powerful enough' to undo it if I really wanted to, but I thought—you know—what could it hurt? I can fake my old look at work, but I've started meeting new people, like at the gym, as 'Olivia' instead."
"Well, I'll say. I never thought I'd get an opportunity to meet any of them 'magic folks' before I shuffled off this mortal coil," Angus said. "Even if you weren't one a few weeks back. Saay, if you want some good ideas for pranks to pull, I'm sure this old mind could come up with a few."

"Oh, really? I might have to take you up on that," she said. "I'm working toward getting a fifth tail after all, which is kind of a big deal apparently compared to the earlier ones—and being a better trickster is s'posed to be part of what can earn more of them."

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As the morning wore on, Troy's ears grew and grew. They grew bigger, they grew fuzzier, and they began to become mobile. This produced exactly the problem he'd predicted, with every slight motion of the increasingly big ears tilting and tumbling his glasses, threatening to knock them off entirely. If only he'd gotten himself some contacts, ever! But it still wasn't enough to really make him even slightly unhappy, not when he looked in the bathroom mirror periodically and saw black, furry triangles poking out farther and farther from his hair.

He settled on a solution a bit before lunchtime, making some adjustments to the glasses so their hooks would lie below his ears instead of trying to hold on top of them, and then using a rubber band to jerry-rig a kind of strap setup around the back of his head. It wasn't very comfortable, it pulled on his hair when he moved, but now—now he could fwip his ears up and down and all around, let them relax themselves to a natural, upright position, and not resist their natural inclination to turn toward whatever he was trying to listen to, all without interfering with his vision! He'd figure something else out later, he decided.

And...by lunch, Troy's ears were finished. He beamed, reaching a hand up to run through the soft, fluffy, warm fur. Their inside sported some cute, bright white fuzz too, which had a certain sensitivity in its own right. He just couldn't quit grinning and even chuckling slightly all throughout his lunch break, fwipping the ears up and down and turning them around to pick up all kinds of sounds he wouldn't have been able to hear nearly as well before.

He was so concentrated on being delighted by those lovely, canine ears that it took him until he'd come back to work from lunch to notice a weird sensation from down near the base of his spine—something unusually sensitive that he wasn't used to feeling, having the shirt brush across it whenever he moved. Troy took the very next break he could to turn around, pull his shirt up a fair bit (because of how overly long it was on him), brush some hair out of the way, and finally twist back to look at it in the mirror.

It was just a tiny tuft of black fur right now, but his excitement and racing heartbeat from that morning came back all over again. "T-taaaaiiiil..." He half-whispered, before quickly tucking everything back in as his ears picked up somebody's footsteps approaching the entrance to the public bathroom he was in. Of course, his shirt wouldn't be able to stay fully tucked like that for very long, if the tail grew long enough (which would be maybe half as long as he wanted it to be). His boss already knew that he was under the effects of a curse, after all, and he'd paused briefly only to shrug, shake his head, and walk away when he noticed Troy's clothes looking so unfitting on his shrunken form the day before.

That brand new tail grew slowly but steadily as Troy continued to work that day. Sure enough, halfway to closing time it became too long to fit at all comfortably inside his shirt, and he had to untuck a part of it in the back enough to let the tail free, allowing it to spread out behind him and slowly swish back and forth in a delighted wag that reflected his attitude toward today's particular changes.

Besides everything else, Troy noticed a weird feeling in his mouth for just a few seconds about an hour before the end of his workday—with his tail now trailing out to maybe halfway down his leg when he walked. He went to go take a look in the mirror, carefully peeling back his lips with a finger to find that, indeed, he had grown some telltale fangs, too! "H-heheh...niiice." He forced a serious frown onto his face after that, and went right back to work.

Troy's tail was complete too, by the time he finished up and walked out to his car. Now a long, thick, fluffy black wad of fur swayed back and forth behind him, instinctively helping him balance as he moved. He enjoyed the feeling of the wind rushing across all of his fur—and even his hair, blowing it back behind him like a big soft cape. It had its annoyances, but...that ultra-long hair was really starting to grow on him. Being shorter wasn't so bad either, honestly; he wasn't so short that he couldn't reach things, and it no longer felt like everyone was having to crane their necks upward to look him in the face.

He hurried inside and threw off his clothes to have another quick look in the mirror. There it was—the same short, slender body he'd wound up with yesterday, only now it featured some canine ears, a tail, and some fangs. Those, however, made all the difference to Troy. He went and put on just a t-shirt (besides the underwear he hadn't removed) before sitting down on the couch with his old hairbrush, gently running it through the tail again and again, stroking its soft fur with his hands...feeling like he was in paradise.

"Mnh, mrrfh. Rrr, rrfh?" Troy caught himself barking softly in happiness from the brushing and petting. "H-heheh..." He blushed slightly in embarrassment, but then—what did it matter? Nobody was around to hear it. "Arrfh! Woof!" And it sounded pretty natural coming out of his mouth too, like an actual animal rather than how a human might imitate a bark. "Hahah...oh maan, gotta thank Carter. This is amazing." He reached his hands up and ran them down his ears too, and softly barked once again. "Rrfh. This is perfect. I...mmnh."

He paused, wriggling his legs briefly, his joyful celebration of all the wolfishness interrupted by some brief, weird feeling. "Huh? Hmmnh." He couldn't quite put his finger on what it had been at first, until he felt it again. "..Oh. What's..that?" It was a weird, very brief tingling in one specific, sensitive spot. Not his ears, not his tail—no, it was between his legs. "Hhhuh."

Troy got up, thinking: He'd only really paid attention to how he looked clothed, or at least with underwear on. Was some new weird thing happening...down there? He went over to his bathroom, lifting his shirt up enough to see his boxers and then pushing them down to have a little look.

"Uhhh..hhhuh." It was....smaller. Not by a whole lot, but enough that he could be absolutely sure of it. Somehow or other, he hadn't noticed when using the bathroom before, or maybe it hadn't...been doing this until just now. "Wwweell then." A faint tingling hit the spot again, and he could see a slight motion from it. Without further context, he wouldn't have known, but—it was probably a tiny bit of shrinking that he was bearing witness to.

Blushing, Troy pulled his boxers back up. It seemed like the curse wasn't quite through with him yet. But then...

He walked back to the living room, and went back to brushing his tail. He ran the brush from the base to the tip, thinking. Point the first: If his first guess as to what was happening now was right, it still wasn't enough to dampen his delight at finally having some fluffy fur of his own to pet.

He felt a faint tingle between his legs again, and this time ran his hand from the base to the tip, letting out a soft, low "Rrfh" when he did. Point the second: He couldn't very well do anything about it anyway. The magic was in motion, and the curse would keep going until it was through with him, if not beyond then to perpetuate its effects.

He reached a hand up, playing it down through his ultra-long, soft hair—starting from the top of his head, going all the way across an ear on the way down, and continuing the full way to where the ends of that hair were pooled next to him on the couch. Point the third: He probably deserved to find out a thing or two about what it was like, after all...what he'd put Carter through. If that was some of the point of the curse, then he could accept that.

Troy's manhood tingled slightly once again, shrinking itself a tiny bit more.