Vixen Society - Cycle 15

Vixen Society

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Cycle 15

Between Ryker's help, Luca's energetic eagerness to please, and Vincent's magic, the move overall went quite swiftly. They had the keys to the catboy's apartment turned in by late afternoon, and while there was still a fair bit of unpacking and convincing-him-to-throw-things-away to do, the Kitsune felt as though Ryker had completely fulfilled his end of their bargain. This knowledge gave her slight urge to hold up her end as soon as possible, which was a bit odd, but it didn't really bother her. Rather, it joined with her preexisting eagerness to mess with him a little bit in the process.

"Soo..anything else you guys need moved? I mean, while I'm here and all?" he was saying, flexing an arm briefly.
"The truck's empty, isn't it?" Vincent said with a hint of a bite to her voice. "As far as I'm concerned, the job's done. So..why don't you come inside for a minute?" She gestured, and headed for the living room—deciding it would be wiser to do it indoors.

"Huh? Uh, sure." While following her inside (and with Luca coming in behind him), he said, "What's up?"
"Well, I did agree to do something for you in return, right?" she said, turning around as she came to a cardboard-box-laden couch. "Unless you want me to wait until next week sometime to give you a tail or whatever."
"Oh..! Yeah! Of course! Totally!" he said, each response more excited than the last one. "Yeah dude, I wasn't sure if you'd need to gather up energy first or something...but if you can do it now, man, lay it on me!"

"...Sure," the Kitsune said. To be honest, his way of speaking was starting to grate on her nerves; while she found Luca's energetic behavior cute, Ryker had quickly crossed over into just slightly annoying. Maybe that was part of her motivation to prank him..although at the same time, she didn't feel like she needed much motivation to do that in the first place.

"Just stand still in the middle of the room there," she gestured, wearing her best poker face—which was a remarkably good one, if she said so herself.

"'Kay."

Deciding to give this transformation a bit of flair, the Kitsune raised her hand in front of her, palm up, and blew at it as if to clear the dust off of something it was holding. The air from her lungs expanded out into a substantial gust on the way from her hand to the man standing in her living room, gaining a bunch of small black illusory particles to make it more visible (with a sort of 'smoke-like' look), and when it reached him it swirled around him as a miniature windstorm.

"Whoa—duude, awesome!" At least he was impressed by the special effects. But Ryker didn't seem to notice, at least at first, that his hair being picked up by the wind and drawn out steadily longer and longer around him. "Aah—w-whoa..!" He probably did notice the tingling and tugging as his ears rapidly covered themselves in fur and grew bigger and taller, quickly becoming a pair of huge, fluffy, triangular fox ears.

But since he was no doubt concentrating on that, he missed out on the wind near-imperceptibly abrading his skin, carrying away his facial and body hair and softening and smoothing the skin left behind. Indeed, he reached a hand up to feel the ear with a look of absolute delight on his face. "Aww ma~an, this is so cool!" His voice cracked slightly in his throat, the air starting to alter his voice as he breathed it in and exhaled it out.

Now that it was finished with his hair and skin, the wind started pushing in at Ryker's body, making it start to diminish in height and size in all sorts of ways. But he was busy twisting his head around behind him to watch as a slender, light brown tail sprouted from the base of his spine. His "Tail! Woooo!" came out in a slightly immature, boyish tone, the falsetto of the second word hitting a high note far too easily. And Ryker was too enamored by watching that tail grow steadily thicker and fluffier as it lengthened that he missed out on his limbs slimming, shoulders narrowing, waist trimming in..his whole body softening and shrinking steadily downward.

To be a little fair to the shrinking foxboy, these changes might have been more obvious to him if his shirt and pants weren't keeping up with his diminishing size, the pants even pulling a bit tighter—although their leggings were shortening much faster than the legs they were on. He reached out a small hand, running it down from the base of the new tail to its snowy-white tip, and let out a breathy "Mrrr~rrh" in a tone too high and too feminine to belong to any man—and that sound finally made him realize something was off.

"Uh—wh-wha..?" He brought the hand up to his face, turning forward, just as his height settled at an inch or so below Vincent's. "Whyy, uh..." The voice coming from his mouth was the same one as the brief chur before, a soft, high soprano. As the wind around him died down a bit, his hair fell down around him, framing a round, smooth, soft face and falling across his shoulders and down his back like a big cape made of soft, light-brown locks. "Wha, aaa~aahh..!" He had noticed all this just in time for the last and most drastic of changes to come, and the sensation of those interrupted his confused thoughts.

By now, Ryker's pants had become very tight and short, and his underwear had changed into a pair of tiny, tight boyshorts under those. That tightness showed off a rather small bulge at this point, which very quickly shrank to the point of vanishing entirely, drawing some very soft, girly sounds from his lips. "Aah, wwwaa~aaAAahhh...!" And once it was gone, the new girl rocked back and forth on her feet unsteadily with her hands on her thighs and her eyes closed, letting out a quiet "Mmnngh..." of embarrassment mixed with girlish pleasure as her hips and thighs quickly pushed out, settling into some generous womanly curves for a girl her size. Speaking of that, last of all the fox-girl's chest pushed forward into a pair of small breasts—drawing a cute, startled "Aa~ah!" from her lips—followed by a few more vulpine barks as the tiny bosom swelled out in a few brief bursts into some globes more than big enough to fill out her petite figure, matching her slim, smooth waist and wide hips.

A final weak "Rrfh" came out of Ryker as she slowly blinked her eyes open, revealing a new, bright golden color they had taken on while closed. She looked down at her drastically changed appearance, then up at Vincent, jumping slightly at suddenly having the Kitsune at near-eye-level to her, and even having to tilt her head slightly upward! "Wha, wha..why'd I, why am I a—chick!? A-and so tiny?!"

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After dinner, Olivia went with her usual habit of going to watch TV for a while. It hadn't been difficult at all to transfer her service over to a new location, thankfully. Her big, vulpine ears could normally pick up rather distant sounds, but there wasn't actually very much she could hear from the bathroom. Thinking about it, she could feel some faint magic in the walls of the house that on further inspection amounted to a bit of sound damping. Given that a fellow Kitsune had been the previous owner of the place, they (or some even more previous owner) must have done that so that even animal ears wouldn't have to hear every single noise in the house. Of course, this also helped to provide some privacy with more than one person living in the place.

She could hear the sound of a hairdryer running around three-quarters of an hour later, and then a while after that, Angie's soft, high voice calling out was easily audible. “Oy, miss Olivia?”
“Yeah?”

“D'you think I could borrow somethin' of yours? I've only got the one outfit right now, and it'd be awful uncomfortable to sleep in that getup.”
“Oh, sure, no problem! And, if you want me to adjust it, lemme know!”

A few minutes later, the wolf-girl came into the room wearing one of her shirts—specifically an unchanged one that had fit her normally as a very overweight guy. On Angie, its collar had slid off on the right side far enough to show an entire shoulder and a bit of the neckline, and the hem was nearly down to her knees...at least in the front. Her tail was up and wagging, which lifted the entire shirt up in the back and made the lower third or so of the entire shirt flutter around a little bit. She was smiling brightly, and raised a hand to wave as Olivia noticed her. “Hey there~.”

“H-hi..” Olivia was..blushing again; that look was really cute on her little maid! But she said: “Um, d'you need that..changed? It's, pretty big on you.”
“Don't trouble yourself; it's comf'terble for sleepin' in, and won't trip me up none,” she said, walking closer. “Besides, 'least it's all intact.” Coming up to in front of and a little to one side of the chair, the wolf-girl turned to look at the TV..(un?)intentionally giving Olivia a view of most of her upper legs from the lifted shirt. “What're you up to? Just watchin' the tube?”
“Uh, yeah. It's, what I'm pretty used to doing to relax,” the Kitsune said, trying not to stare in that direction too much..although the motion of Angie's big, fluffy tail had a way of constantly drawing one's eye.

Thankfully(?), she turned back around pretty quickly. “Mind if I join ya, master?”
“Oh, n-not at all!” Olivia's face had to be completely flushed by now, and she was even tempted to hide it with some illusions..but somehow, she just wanted to stay honest with her older friend, even about this.

“A'right then.” Very much to her surprise, the wolf-girl elected not to go take a seat on a nearby couch, but instead to pounce right on top of her, then quickly turn around onto her side with most of her body on the Kitsune's lap, her head and lower legs on either armrest of the chair, and her tail likewise across Olivia's upper leg and the armrest..all rather tantalizingly close.
“Uuhhh...” The buff, super-powered seven-tailed Kitsune basically locked up completely at this point.

Angie tilted her head around to face Olivia. “Oh, sorry—you did say 'feel free to surprise me', didn't'cha?” she teased. “Heheh, I can get off if you don't like it~.”

“Um...n-no, I um..I'm d-definitely surprised...” She'd raised her arms up reflexively when the wolf-girl pounced at her, and now one was hovering close to the top of Angie's head..and the other was near the tip of her tail.

“Awwh, you can pet 'em if you wanna,” the wolf-girl invited, turning her head forward again. “I don't mind a bit. If anything, I'm sorta curious what it feels like.”
“Uh, r-really?”

“Certainly.”

Slowly, cautiously, Olivia placed her hand atop the small, adorable wolf-girl's head. She just went for stroking it through some of Angie's hair for now, while the other hand also very slowly made its way toward somewhere near the base of her tail. “Mm~mh..not bad,” the wolf-girl commented, followed by a soft, pleased “Rr~rfh~!” as the other hand landed on her tail and began to stroke gently down along its length. Then, emboldened a little by her little maid's approval, the Kitsune moved the other hand along to first pet one ear, then the other. The wolf-girl gently yipped and barked a few times at first, and then her voice settled into a soft, pleased murmur halfway between a canine and human sound. Her head sank down to lay her cheek entirely on the armrest, her body visibly and palpably relaxing under the bigger girl's touch.

Olivia soon found that...her tails wanted in on this, too. A couple of them curled forward, laying themselves across the small wolf-girl's side. Another one slid its way over to Angie's legs, twisting partway across them. As the remaining four made their way forward one by one, some of them somehow managed to curl under instead of over, and before long she was practically wrapped up in a thick blanket of Olivia's bright orange fur.

“Mrrfh...y'r tails?” she mumbled half-coherently.
“Mrr~rrh..I mean uh, y-yeah,” the Kitsune blushed again as a vulpine murr came out instead of speech at first. “S-sorry, they've kinda...rrr~rrh..got a mind of their own sometimes.”
“'S'all right...nice'n warm..mrrr~rrr...” Angie's hands reached out and took hold of the nearest tail, bringing it up to her face and briefly nuzzling it. After that, she fell asleep, still loosely hugging the tail like a child might a stuffed animal. It was...truly adorable, making it kind of hard to believe that she was very much the older one here.

Well—it seemed like Olivia was going to be stuck in this position for a while. At least she could use her magic to get the remote the wolf-girl had (probably accidentally) knocked over onto the floor, and even press the buttons without using her hands. So she settled for gently stroking Angie's ears, hair, and tail for a while, enjoying that (and the feeling of a soft, warm body between her tails) perhaps even more than what was on TV.

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Dennis answered his phone with some reluctance—but better to have this conversation now than later, he guessed.

"Dennis! Den! Nis!"
"What?"

"I cannot believe you, man! Troy turned you into a hot dog girl?!"
"Uh—she's kinda going by Tory now," he corrected. "But. Yeah.."
"And you had her turn you back?!"

"Yyyyeah...it's a little weird suddenly being in a completely different body." He was glad the blush he was feeling as he thought about that night didn't carry over the phone. "And...things were going a little too fast for me, too."

"But it was like a curse thing, right? So she might not be able to turn you into a cute girl ever again!"

"Oh no, what a tragedy," Dennis deadpanned.

"Seriously though, she definitely can. Some..people Carter knows who apparently know about magic stuff said she's a witch, which I guess basically means she can make up and cast whatever spells she wants."

"Wha—seriously!?

"Uh-huh."
"So you're telling me, that Troy—"
"Tory."
"—Tory. Can just, turn other people into hot girls at will? Dog girls, fox girls, cat girls, wolf girls!?"
"Uh..probably. She might not be that into the cat girls, though..." This conversation was getting weird fast, but then, so was Dennis's life lately.

"You think she'd do me?!" Oh, so that's what this was about.

"I mean..probably," he said. "She's eager to mess around with her new powers, so if you just show up and volunteer, then—"
"Awesome, I am there! I'm on my way n—oh, wait, she's at work now, isn't she?"
"She might also appreciate a warning," Dennis said, facepalming with his free hand.
"Yeah, yeah, okay. Theeen I'm texting her now! And, I'll be on my way as soon as it's convenient for both of us! But man that sounds so much lamer!"

"You'd better be nice—she could probably turn you into a toad or something too," he pointed out before the other end hung up.

Well..this was something Tory was going to have to deal with. But knowing her...she was very likely to enjoy it, so it was fine. Probably.

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"You kept saying you wanted a look 'just like mine'," Vincent said. "The only specific I could even get out of you was making your fur the same color as your hair, and I did that."

"I-I didn't mean this, though, dude!" she said, putting a hand on her chest in the process of trying to gesture at herself and jumping slightly at the unexpected feeling of a hand (her own) on part of a breast.

"Well, you should've been more specific," the Kitsune said, crossing her arms. "...Kidding!" she quickly added when Ryker looked like she was about to try. "I'm just playing a joke, seriously. Transforming someone is really easy for me, so I can just change whatever you don't like about that."
"O-oh...uh, I guess that's not as bad as uh..being stuck like this," the small fox-girl said, bringing up a hand to brush through her ridiculously long hair as she did so—maybe not quite consciously.
"So. What do you want changed?"

"I mean like—taller?" she said, moving the hand from her hair to above her head, holding the palm out as a horizontal line to communicate the idea of a height increase. "And my muscles! Like, do you have any idea how much working out I have to do to get as swole as I...was?" She hesitated and spoke the last word much quieter than the rest, looking down and running a hand across the flat, soft belly that used to sport some visible abs.

"So: Taller and stronger. Got it."

"Uh—!" Ryker was probably about to add something else (like maybe turning her back into a guy), but Vincent decided it would be more fun to just snap her fingers and do these first two things first. And, of course, it was. A poof of dark smoke around the small fox-girl accompanied the snap, which was just more visual flare to accompany the use of the Kitsune's magic.

"Wh-whoo~oo~oaa~aaa...!" Ryker began growing that very instant. Her body stretched up taller and taller—and not just that, of course, but her curves grew to match, too. Her hips grew wider, her thighs thicker, and—most of all—her breasts expanded another cup size or two, which made the still-present blush on the fox-girl's face brighten again to its peak. At the same time, Ryker's body gained back some of the muscle tone that becoming a girl had robbed her of, along with even more strength than she'd had before. While she was at it, Vincent went ahead and had the fox-girl's hair grow out to match her increasing height too, resulting in the cape of pretty, light brown hair reaching all the way down to her thighs despite how much farther that now was.

Her shorts kept pace with her growth, although they didn't get any longer, so now that her legs were longer, even more of them were visible. Her shirt didn't do as good of a job keeping up with the height and bust growth, resulting in them being pulled almost entirely off of the fox-girl's belly and showing off her new and improved abs for all to see. Finally, Ryker's voice deepened and matured along with her growth, settling into a spot slightly on the low end of an alto—still extremely feminine, of course. All of these changes took only a few seconds, and when they were over she was half a foot taller than she'd been as a boy.

"There, how's that?" Vincent said.

"Uhh..." Ryker took a moment to look at and feel her altered body, looking around the room to try to get over the disorientation of everything aroud her getting bigger-then-smaller again all in such quick succession. "It's uh..p-pretty sweet, I guess?" She was also trying to get used to the again-new tone of her voice, taking each word slowly.

"Oh, wait, you wanted to stay a guy, didn't you?" Vincent said, pretending to have not realized that before. "That can be arranged, too."
"Uhm, h-hold off on that for a sec!" Ryker said quickly, obviously fearing another finger-snap poof from the Kitsune.

Vincent crossed her arms. "Mmhmm?"
"Th-this is uh..pretty sweet, actually," she said, curling her huge, fluffy tail forward and running a hand across it. "I could totally get used to this. I-I mean, you know, if you don't mind?"
"No skin off my nose. If you're happy with that look, then I've rewarded you for helping us move like I promised, right?" Some small part of her wanted to confirm that the Deal had been fulfilled to everyone's satisfaction.

"Yeah, totally, dude!" she grinned, letting go of her tail seemingly just so it could start wagging. "Uh..there is um, one thing though. M-my shirt?"

"What, too small on you?"
The big foxgirl was looking down and tugging at the hem. "Uh, n-no, I mean—yeah sorta, but it was a, kinda a keepsake from a con, pretty hard to just buy another one like it, and..now it's blank?"

"Oh. Here." Reaching out her hand, Vincent poofed a perfect copy of the shirt's original appearance into it, holding it out to Ryker. "Good enough?" It would be somewhat difficult to explain in words, but just before using her magic to change his body and clothes, she'd made sure to store a temporary 'magical memory' of exactly how he'd looked in case he wanted to turn back and just have the foxy bits added to that look.

She smiled brightly, neither questioning her ability to make the shirt appear out of thin air nor seeming to care whether it was a 'copy' or the 'original', and quickly took it, spreading it out in front of her to look. "Yeah, dude, perfect! Thanks so much!" Satisfied it was the same, she dropped her hands to the sides, the shirt in her left hand.

"Anyway—I'm hungry after all that work, so Luca and I are going out to eat," Vincent declared. She continued over the catboy asking 'we are?' with a tone of happy anticipation at the thought. "You wanna join us?"
"Uh..s-sure." The big fox-girl looked down at her chest for a second once again. "Might need uh..a bra or something, to go walking around in public, though...y'know?"
"Here." On the principle of 'why not', Vincent poofed an appropriately-sized bra into her hand and held it out to Ryker. After all, she was still going to have the 'fun' of figuring out sizes and buying more later regardless, so it was convenient for everyone now without making things too easy on her in the long run.

Besides that, it had the obvious effect of making the tall fox-girl blush as she took it in her free hand. "Uh, t-thanks..."
"I can help if you need any help putting that on!" Luca offered, not seeming to remember that he was male at the moment—or maybe not caring. Vincent just giggled at Ryker's flustered reaction of quickly running for the nearest bathroom to get some privacy to at least try to figure it out on her own.

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"Rrfh..."

Angie stirred with a soft bark some two and a half hours after falling asleep, then slowly woke up, turning her head to blink up at Olivia a couple of times. "Uh..h-hey," the Kitsune said. "You seemed, comfortable, so I didn't want to bug you."
"I surely was," the wolf-girl said. "Still, I gotta sleep in my own bed some—since I got one now. Think I'll get up bright 'n early, make us a good breakfast. You mind lettin' me loose?"
"Not at all," Olivia said, grinning. She'd thought of this a little while ago—it was kind of hard to figure out how best to untangle her tails and not drop her little maid off onto the floor, but it was much easier to just..teleport her. With a twitch of her will, Angie poofed off of her and a couple of feet away, now oriented like she was standing, with her feet toward the floor.

"Wah~!" she stumbled briefly from the abrupt shift of experienced gravity, but her tail helped her get her balance before falling over. "H-heh, that was a mite sudden, but it'll do," she nodded. "G'night, master~!" she waved cutely.
"Good night!" Olivia still wasn't used to being called that..or a lot of other things about how her older friend had changed...but she didn't quite dislike it, either.

The next morning, Angie (back in her maid outfit) served up a big, delicious breakfast as promised. Once they were sitting down and the fox-girl was enjoying it, she said, "Say—you don't have work today, do ya?"
"Mmnh..nope. I've got today off," Olivia said after swallowing. "I have work some Saturdays, but not all of them."

"Mmh. Think you could go 'head and take me 'shopping' for clothes this morning, then? Maybe we could pick up some groceries on the way back, if you can afford 'em. I'm awful eager to try out some more of my new recipes, but we're in dire need of some spices and plenty of other little stuff first."
"Well...sure. I didn't really have any plans," the Kitsune admitted.

Anyway, while they were out on the town, it might be a good opportunity to play a few tricks. With Angie's help, she felt like she could do even better than usual! The wolf-girl hadn't said anything about that part, but somehow...her grin turned just slightly more mischievous for a moment as she continued to enjoy her breakfast, and Olivia felt sure she was thinking about it too.

To make the two of them a little less conspicuous, Olivia turned some of her old clothes into a t-shirt and shorts that would fit Angie and had her wear those, and hid their animal traits from everyone else outside. After they got to the outdoor mall and started walking around, she found the wolf-girl looking around them with slightly wide eyes and lowered ears.
"Anything wrong?"

Angie's ears popped upright again as she turned to face her 'master'. "Mmh, not really. Just ain't used to everything 'round me seeming so big," she said. "I didn't feel too small at home since it's such a giant place anyhow, and you're so tall—but it's dawnin' on me just how tall everyone is now."
"I can protect you!" the Kitsune said at first, half-flexing an arm. She quickly dropped it, feeling a slight blush on her face as she offered an alternative: "Or, uh, I can make you taller if you want?"

"Think I like the first one much better~," the wolf-girl said with a big grin. "Won't do me much good to pick out clothes for a different body, after all. And I wanna keep this look for at least long enough to know whether I like it or not."
"Fair enough..."

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In the interest of transparency, I want to mention that I've been experimenting with stable diffusion (more specifically anything v3, since that's what my graphics card and level of technical expertise allows me to use for now), and the images in this story part are some of the results (which were then upscaled using waifu2x). I think images generated this way have a lot of potential for creativity (and allowed me to do something I almost certainly otherwise couldn't here), but I also don't think they can completely replace actual drawn images for my purposes here. Hands tend to be messed up, but there are a lot of other problems that arise, especially if you try to include animal ears/tails. Successful results like these tend to come about only after a lot of trial and error, or I guess if you're particularly lucky.

I feel like I should acknowledge that images generated this way are essentially weighted averages of the hard work of thousands of actual artists, which are accessible to me only because of even more hard work by even more people (programmers, etc.), so I don't feel comfortable claiming such images as something I "made"; the most I can say is that I found them. But considering that I tend to use actually-drawn images in such a way that I would never feel right charging money for anything on this site anyway, I don't feel like using these is any worse.

Anyway, I strongly suspect this won't be the last time I use generated images. I'll make a note of it whenever I do, in case anyone cares.