Thursday, July 10, 2025

A Summoning, Part LII


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Part LII
~Moon~

Prama began leading the way toward her dorm room. "You know how cults generally work, right?"
"I guess..?"
"What I mean is: They promise to solve all your problems, grant your wishes, make the world the way you want it to be—as long as you'll obey the leader without question. Ours pretty much operated that way. That promise might sound ridiculous when I say it, but Jerod's always been an extremely persuasive person, especially one-on-one."
"It doesn't sound like you ever bought it, though," the fox-girl said.
"Of course not. I always assumed that he had some way to make money off of the whole thing. At some point we'd bail with a bunch of people's cash or stuff. Or else, it'd turn into a more extreme version of a fraternity, where those of us on top could always count on the lower-ranking members to be our minions throughout life—something like that. I never imagined he really wanted to summon an actual demon lord. And I couldn't exactly say no when it was time to grab one of our former members and do the summoning ritual...around that time, I was mentally rehearsing a plea bargain in case Zeke pressed charges."
"But instead...what, you actually did summon a demon?"
"No, we succeeded in something way more absurd, and accidentally ascended Zeke to godhood. So—that's Zotha, our leader now. She took over by actually sitting every one of us members down, asking what we wanted out of the whole cult thing, and then actually granting those wishes. Starting with Jess, formerly Jerod."

Logan stopped walking about halfway into the second sentence, her head tilting hard, and Prama stopped at this point and turned around. "Something wrong?"
"Do people get ascended to godhood often?"
"Uh, no. Actually there's not very many of them, and the old ones were pretty surprised overall with Zotha. They've calmed down considerably since then...I've deduced that it's probably because they're actually more worried about something else. They don't seem to want to tell her what it is—maybe another, much worse god appeared, or something?"
The fox-girl sighed, then hurried to catch up again. "Who are these other gods, then?"
"Well, you have Sol and La Lune, of the sun and moon respectively; the god of love, who has like a dozen names or something; Bastet, goddess of dreams and apparently motherhood or parenthood; Ouroboros, a dragon god of greed and cycles. Aaand...the one you might want to worry about is the Ruler of Foxes. Apparently Kitsune were a type of demon a long time ago, but made some kind of agreement with the gods' help, so now they 'elect' one of their kind to fill the role of keeping a set of rules, and this somehow filters out the demonic part of their nature."
"You're telling me that demons are real, too."
"Right, of course," she nodded.
"So you guys tried to get a demon, and even though those exist, you got a goddess instead?"
"Also correct. But that might have to do with the fact that the way we were trying to summon a demon is absolutely nothing like how one would actually do it."

"So how do we vote for this 'ruler', exactly?"
"I don't know..I think only nine-tailed Kitsune are involved, actually? But anyway, the person filling that role right now seems to have been the Ruler since at least a few centuries ago, so I guess whoever does have the right to vote thinks she's doing a good job for now."
"And what are these rules I need to live under now?"
"Well...kitsune are generally known as tricksters. If there was a properly written-out list of rules, the first thing everyone would do is dig for loopholes. But some of it is apparently instinctual, and it seems like most of the really important violations have to do with 'cheating' to get more tails, or granting someone a tail who doesn't 'deserve' it."
"I guess nine is the maximum number of tails?" Logan asked, being at least vaugely aware of the relevant mythology.
"Right. Anyone with three more tails than you have can grant you another if you 'deserve' it. But that also means that if you have seven or eight, only the Ruler can decide whether you've earned the last two."
"Uh, so...the person who's elected by nine-tailed kitsune, gets to decide who 'deserves' to be a nine-tailed kitsune?"
"It's a little more complicated than that. The Ruler has to enforce the rules fairly and accurately, or else. So if the rules say you've done enough to get nine tails, she can't decide not to grant them."


At this point, they reached the dorm building, and Prama led the way up some stairs and down a hall before using a key to get them inside the room. "Well, here we are," she said, holding the door open and gesturing. Logan had to be very conscious of her tails to keep them from brushing across the other girl on her way through the narrow door. Once both of them were inside, Prama shut the door and turned on the light.

"Huh..." Looking around the room, Logan found a slight surprise.
"What?"
"It's just—this looks, I guess, a little cuter than I'd expect for someone who was male less than a month ago." There were dozens of stuffed animals all over the room, including a couple of especially large ones occupying most of the bed.
"Oh, well..." Looking at her, the fox-girl found Prama's cheeks slightly red for maybe the second or third time since they'd met. "Not long after I was changed, I found myself staring longingly through some store windows at them. I, made the mistake of telling Jess about it, and she started buying them for me—I guess half as an apology for going off to room with Zotha instead or something. I could only convince her to stop by saying I was running out of space here."
"Does that mean...that your mind was messed with somehow, when you turned into a girl?"

"Yeah. I mean—I asked for that. Like I said, Zotha was granting wishes, and I wanted to be a genius. That obviously involves messing with my mind, and she couldn't quite grant it for nothing, so I was willing to trade social confidence and, I guess you could say 'masculinity' to some extent, for that. The former is something I'm working to regain, but...I don't actually mind liking cute things," she said, shrugging. "Anyway, that's all very particular to me."

Despite this assurance, Logan was still a little worried about herself. She couldn't imagine ambushing Prama with a hug before she'd been turned into a fox-girl, but it had felt so natural that it had been nearly automatic after. And...being shorter and smaller with a high voice, having breasts, furry ears, and two tails...were all strange things about her present appearance that seemed to have already faded into the back of her mind unless she was actively thinking about it. "Uh, you—you said you know some people who can 'fix' this, right?" she asked, poking her chest with an index finger.
"Uh, right—there's a few ways, actually. I could buy a potion...but that'd be expensive, and take until tomorrow for me to do. Obviously Zotha could do it, or Jess by borrowing her power...hmmh." She tapped a finger on her chin a couple of times, then put that hand in front of her with that finger pointing upward. "No, you know what? This is Anika's fault for telling me you were close to awakening. So she can fix this. That's another of our leading members—wanted eternal youth, and Zotha made him a Kitsune to accomplish that. She's got four tails, but the Ruler cursed her for 'cheating' to get so many. At any rate, that's definitely enough power to transform you back to male, if you want it."
"Is this curse um...transferrable? Or anything?"
"Oh, no—it's very specifically her curse. You've got nothing to worry about there."
"That's...good."

"Um, anyway—we're just standing around awkwardly here. You want the desk chair? I can take the bed," Prama said, gesturing to each in turn. "I guess I'll call Anika to come help us out, and then..tell you anything else you wanna know, about Kitsune or magic stuff in general. I've had a chance to learn a pretty good bit of it over the past couple of weeks."
"Uh, sure."



Bill entered one of his usual haunts, went past the host to go sit at the bar, and ordered his usual. Even though the bartender served him fairly often, he sort of stared at Bill for a second or two before recognizing him. He laughed it off, saying, "Them beauty treatments must be workin'!" But this made it clear that Bill wasn't the only one who'd noticed something different going on with his hair. He laughed along, chatted with the other people sitting at the bar, ate and drank to his heart's content—finding that he had a little more of an appetite than usual, and ordering a dessert to help with that. Then he headed out to his car and drove home.

The rear-view mirror of his car wasn't ideal for examining his own appearance, so he decided to get a much better look in the bathroom mirror before getting started on his clothes. When he got there and looked, he found quite a shock. He jumped slightly at the sight in the mirror, paused to stare at it for a long time, then brought up his hands to try to feel for whether or not what he was seeing was really there—or if he was somehow hallucinating.

"Well I'll be...!" A full head of hair—dark hair, deep black like it had been when he was young, except for a few stray bits of gray here and there. It was a little bit thin right where he'd first started balding, but it was pretty much all there. The hair alone wasn't all, however; Bill's complexion overall looked noticeably more vibrant, his face sporting less wrinkles and worry lines than he'd grown used to seeing. Running his hands through that hair and all over his face found no contradiction with what he was seeing, either. "Somethin' real unusual is happening...but I'm not complaining. Hahaha!" He smiled at the man in the mirror, realizing that he'd felt younger too, decidedly more energetic, back at the bar. No part of him even seemed to be sore from the day's work!

Whatever was happening, he still needed clothes tomorrow. So he turned away from the mirror and went off to take care of the laundry. As he continued his work, he ran a hand through his hair periodically, and seemed to find it more full and voluminous than before a couple of times. He glanced in the mirror again a while later, and couldn't spot a single gray hair. The wrinkles seemed to have all but faded out too, leaving him looking like he had somewhere in his early thirties.

Bill went to work folding laundry a little while later. About midway through the task, he caught himself yawning for the fifth or sixth time. "Hoo-wee...guess I did work pretty hard today," he commented, hurrying to get the rest of it done and put away. "S'pose I could turn in early for the night..." This was punctuated with another involuntary yawn, so seemingly his body agreed.

By the time he finished his work, Bill found his eyelids rather heavy. In contrast to the sudden, inexplicable burst of youth and energy he'd increasingly felt all afternoon, his body seemed to have grown desperately tired all of a sudden, to the point where it felt like he might fall asleep where he stood if he wasn't careful. So he didn't bother fully changing clothes, instead just discarding everything but his boxers and shirt before collapsing into the bed and pulling the covers up across his body. He drifted off to sleep within only a few seconds of his head hitting the pillow.



"Well, there are werewolves—the person teaching me alchemy is one of those. Then there are celestials—basically angel people, complete with big feathery wings—neko, or cat people basically, Rabbits—capital 'R', but pretty much what it sounds like, rabbit people—I think oni and tanuki are real too. Oh, and dragons for sure—they're very, very powerful, but also extremely rare apparently. I know we covered demons existing before; do I need to go into all the varieties they come in?"
"Not really...uh." Logan had been watching Prama for the past minute or so, and had finally come to the realization that the odd motion of her eyes was actually matching that of Logan's own tails. She would watch one for a while, and then switch to staring at the other.
"Is something wrong?"
"Well, you're—kinda staring at my tails, aren't you?"

"Oh." The bespectacled girl blushed slightly, and nervously adjusted her glasses. "Sorry, it's just—I know you're not doing it on purpose, but that rhythmic movement back and forth..it's a little hypnotic. Aaaand part of me really wants to know what one feels like—they look exceedingly soft and warm."
Logan returned a skeptical look, bringing one of the tails up into her own lap for a second to look at and place a hand on. "...They're blue. Like, ice blue?" But it was quite soft, she noted as she let it free to go back behind her.
"That doesn't keep them from looking warm, with all that fluff...but, sorry—of course I wouldn't just grab any body part of someone else without permission."
Logan glanced over at one of the large stuffed animals occupying the bed with her. Prama would probably never admit to it—because it would feel like a very strange statement, if not an insult—but whatever part of her had started really wanting those things was likely the same one responsible for wanting to feel the fox-girl's tails. The expression she made when talking about how warm and fluffy they were was softer than her usual one, especially with the slight redness of her cheeks. What did it feel like for someone to touch one of her tails, anyway? She knew what it felt like to put her own hand on one of them now, but that was pretty different.

The Kitsune pulled her other tail up into her own lap, keeping it still. "Uh...here. You really wanna know what it feels like?"
"Er." Prama blushed a little brighter. Yes..expressions like that one made her look much cuter than usual, which was already cute enough. "Are you, sure you're okay with that?"
"Yeah, I guess. Just, like, run your hand up and down it a little. Gently. I am a little curious what that feels like myself."
"Well, if you're absolutely certain..." She got up, coming close enough to reach, and then gently ran a hand from as close to the base as she could reach over to the tail's tip.

"Mmh." Logan had been right about this feeling different from her own hand! Her tail spasmed slightly, the rest of her body following in a slight jolt, at the first touch; it was surprising even though she'd seen the hand coming, and somehow this seemed to enhance the sensitivity, like it was emphasizing just how close the nerves of that tail were to her spine. After that first jolt, however, the rest of the feeling of the hand brushing down her tail was oddly...pleasant. Calming, maybe?
Prama brought her hand back the other way along the tail, and Logan felt herself physically untense just slightly. This was pretty nice, actually. Maybe she'd been missing out all her life until now, not having a tail or someone to pet it. She gradually relaxed a little more, feeling the stress that had come on since transforming—maybe even some of the undercurrent she'd been dealing with since first seeing someone else with a tail—easing off, just for the moment.

She didn't really notice her ears lowering, or her other tail moving back and forth a little faster, until both of them were startled by a noise from Logan's throat. "Mrr~rrh." She jerked upright again suddenly, feeling her face grow warm with a blush, and Prama quickly took her hand off to let the freed tail quickly go back behind the kitsune, then took a couple of steps back.

"Uh, sorry—I guess I got carried away," she said, still blushing adorably.
"Er—no, it's fine. You, only did what I asked. A-anyway, it felt..good, I guess. Just, weird still! A-and really weird I just started making, what—some kind of fox noise?"
"I understand being part-animal can unavoidably come with some slight, err, animal instincts," Prama said, nodding.
"But, either way—I guess you were enjoying it too." Logan felt a tiny bit of unaccountable pride at the idea of someone else finding her tails pleasant to the touch.
"Err—if I'm being really honest, it was an exercise in self-control to not just, bury my face in that fluff." Prama had on the best version of that soft, cute expression for just a moment, before seeming to realize she'd fully admitted that out loud. "Um! N-not that I'd actually do that!"
"R-right..."

They remained in the same positions in silence for an awkward several seconds—Logan sitting there and Prama standing not far off—and the kitsune started to feel another urge to hug the other girl coming on. But before that could develop too fully, both of them were startled by a knock on the door.

"Hello, Prama? You in there?" said what sounded like a guy's voice from outside.
"Uh, y-yep! Coming in a second," she said, and hurried toward the door.
"What, did I interrupt something?" the visitor asked with a slight chuckle in his voice.
"Nope, we were just talking." She opened the door and gestured inside. "So—Anika, this is Logan," she said, pointing. "Like I said, the awakening did some things to his appearance."
"Anika?" the visitor repeated, coming inside. He looked like a fairly average guy, except for obviously sporting fox ears and a tail (just one?), like Logan did.
"Yes—I already told her about that, so you can drop the illusions in here." Prama's tone of voice sounded more like a command than granting permission.

"Fiiine." After a sigh, Anika's appearance suddenly, abruptly changed to that of a curvy girl with very long, snowy white hair. Logan perceived only as this shift happened that what she'd been seeing before was a very expertly-crafted illusion, but possibly something she could imitate with enough effort. "Yeees, this is what I 'really' look like," she said, in a now-obviously-female voice, to Logan, seeming to interpret the two-tailed kistune's staring as meaning something specific. "At least until I earn another tail and get rid of this stupid curse."

"Oh—I see," Logan said. Prama hadn't said exactly what her friend's curse was, but this one did seem pretty bad. Would it make her sympathetic to Logan's present problem, or spiteful that she could be turned back? "S-so uh..you, wouldn't mind helping me turn back into a guy, would you?"
"No, it's fine. Done it before," Anika said with a slight shrug. "Let me know when you're ready. I guess I should fix your clothes too—a guy wearing that would look pretty bizarre."
"Uh.." The blue-haired fox-girl took a second to look down at her clothes, suddenly remembering that they weren't something she usually wore. Yet another thing about this new appearance that had faded into the background. "R-right. This was a t-shirt and pants before, you know."
"I can do that too. Ready?"
"Um. Sure?"
"Here you go, then."

Anika gave a slight wave of her hand vaguely in Logan's direction, and the two-tailed kitsune immediately felt an immense pressure—the other fox-girl's power. She could try to resist it, but it felt like far too much to do more than struggle uselessly against. Prama had said that kitsune gain more power with more tails, which presumably made Anika twice as powerful as Logan was right now. Regardless, she knew what this was supposed to be doing, so she didn't resist it.

"Aah—mm~rrrh...!" There was some pushing and stretching. Logan's recently-gained breasts and curves flattened out, her body quickly growing taller as her clothes shuffled around on her. "O~ooh..mm~mmh..!" Her voice deepend back towards a more familiar male tone, and then, finally, there was that push as Logan actually did turn back into a man. He gasped slightly, and panted briefly as the change completed, his body settling back into more or less the build he'd had that morning. Except—of course, his tails were still there, and the fur on his ears, and his hair hadn't gotten any shorter or less blue. "...Phew." He got up.

"Thanks, seriously. I guess you know, but that was really weird for me."
"No problem. But if you really wanna thank me..." Anika paused, and shook her head slightly. "No—don't think of it as that, but more of an offer. A couple of other kitsune are working on a big prank with me, could always use another hand. It wouldn't take much effort or thought on your part at this point, and it'd help me make progress toward that tail I need."
"Uhh, maybe?" Prama had explained that kitsune were all about pulling pranks, and could earn tails that way, but he hadn't expected to be pulled into that the very instant he met another one.
"Well, I can explain it later if you'd like; Prama's got my number. Just don't take too long to decide."

"Uh—right." Reminded of her presence, Logan looked back at Prama again. She looked so small from all the way up here...and her expression betrayed a tiny bit of disappointment that she was probably trying to hide. "Hey, uh, thanks to you too, Prama. Seriously. It's...a huge relief to actually get an explanation for all this. I guess being a kitsune won't be too bad, either."
"Uhm." She blushed slightly again. "S-sure, no problem. If you need some more help with your homework, I'll be available." Then, addressing Anika, she said, "I pretty much told him all about how to be a kitsune, but I guess you could help fill in anything I missed?"
"Yeah, sure."



Bill had a very strange dream. It was just an unfamiliar woman's voice saying: "You sure you want this? Oh...you really do." The voice sighed slightly. "Well, fine then."

That seemed like the end of the dream at first; he felt fully awake and aware, but he opened his eyes to find that he was standing up, and didn't feel properly sleepy the way someone should right after awakening. The area around him was dimly lit and sort of nondescript; he didn't have much time to try to take it in or make sense of it anyway.

He had "woken up" to a feeling of warmth, something wrapping around his body. It was pleasant, gentle yet firm, and curiously reminded him of a mother's embrace. It rapidly grew stronger in the brief time it took him to open his eyes and start to notice what was happening, and then he shuddered as the warmth gave him a spurt of fuzzy tingles all over. He turned his head downward, and felt long hair falling down all around his face as if it had been precariously stacked atop his head a moment earlier. He witnessed the effect of the tingling on his arms, legs, and what his shirt let him see of his chest, as his body hair visibly thinned and shortened, vanishing away in each of those areas. At the same time, he could feel the locks from the top of his head trickling farther downward, starting to touch his shoulders.

"Aah..!" The warmth surrounding Bill took on a sense of pressing and squeezing—not unpleasant, but slightly startling, making him jump and softly cry out just once. This, too, had an obvious effect on his appearance: Before his eyes, his belly sucked itself in, turning from pudgy to flat; his arms and legs pulled themselves slimmer; his frame collapsed inward, his shoulders narrowing. Even though the 'place' he was in was sort of vague and blurry, looking up and around him briefly gave him the clear sense that everything was rising quickly upward. He was getting smaller and smaller...! And it felt nice!

"O-oh..mmh, m~mh, mm~mmh.." His shirt fell loosely around his collapsing frame as his voice came out in some more soft mumbling, its tone shifting with each utterance. "Aa~aah..." He could hear the masculinity vanishing from it, and the pressing, squeezing warmth seemed to be pushing it out of his body, too. He was getting smaller and softer—cuter! His heart raced as this realization began to hit him, his face warming with a blush; the fuzzy, tingly feeling faded off from most places now, but grew stronger between his legs, driving some excitement down there even as he felt that part of him noticeably shrinking.

The weight of Bill's hair gently slid its way out to halfway down his back. The squeezing eased off, his body's shrinking slowing to a halt, and he was left still feeling soft and fuzzy, and even more excited than before. "O-o~oh..mmh, mm~mMMmh..!" A low, yet very feminine alto rumbled through his throat as the tingling between his legs progressed into a sort of slipping sensation. At the same time...his ears erupted in a sharp burst of fuzzy tingles, and began stretching outward and upward, easily pushing their way past his hair as they grew. "M-mrh..mro~owh..!" The noises from his mouth changed slightly in response to this, becoming decidedly more...feline?

"A-aah..!" The slipping between Bill's legs gave way to a sharp tug, and a high, soft cry came out from his throat in reponse to this. "Aah, aa~aah..!" Another couple of tugs were accompanied by a sudden rush of tingling, stretching feelings out from the base of his spine, as a tail began to make its way out to match his big, fuzzy ears. "M-mewh~!" A high, cute kitty noise came out with the next tug, and then: "M-mr~rrOO~OOO~WWHHhh...!" Bill felt the last of his manhood melting away, a deeply, intensely pleasant feeling that made his whole body weave and wriggle around!

"M-mm~mmhh..o-o~ooh...!" This was followed immediately by a very pleasant, fuzzy feeling down between her legs, as the new girl felt several more things changing at once. Her hips pressed out, her bottom growing larger and softer, and her thighs puffed out thicker, too. At the same time, her underwear pulled rapidly tighter, its material softening as its leggings vanished and it pulled snug and flat down between her legs.
"M-mrr~rrrRRR~RRrrrh...!" She let out a deep, satisfied purr as her shirt shrank, splitting itself apart straight down the middle, and—more importantly—she felt her nipples raising themselves up taller and wider, then pulling themselves forward, driving the growth of a bump from underneath each of them. "M-mewh..! O-o~ooh...!" Those bumps grew out bigger and fuller, rapidly blossoming out into a full pair of breasts, and giving her more fuzzy, girly feelings down between her legs the entire time! "A-aa~aah...mrr~rrrh..!" Finally, with one last little push, the new girl's breasts settled out to their full size, a nice match for the rest of her body's gentle curves.

She was left panting in place for just a moment, and then slowly found herself collapsing backwards, falling through air that seemed to have been solid ground a moment ago, and then landing softly, gently onto a bed...


"M-mrrh..?" Bill woke up from the strange dream to the warmth of the early-morning sun on his(?) face, and confronted a brief sense of disorientation. His body...her body suddenly felt awfully strange. Some tiny, soft underwear was pulled close between her legs, making the lack of a familiar thing down there extremely obvious; the weight of her covers pressed down on some quite unfamiliar curves. Not to mention, her ears were fuzzy and mobile, as was a brand new appendage coming out from behind her lower back and partly pinned beneath her upper legs. "M-mh..?" And the low, womanly voice coming from her throat was odd, too.

She quickly tossed the covers off of herself, then wriggled around slightly in the struggle to fully wake up before trying to open her eyes. "M-mewwh...hooowaa~aaah.." She made a very feline sound first, then yawned, starting to stretch herself out..starting to remember the dream she'd just had.

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