Battle Vixens! - 141

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Episode 141: Training Montage

Emma said, "So, um..."

"Yeah?"

Her face flushed a little bit, but she was also smiling. "Y-you wanna come to my place for a while?"

With that expression, she probably had more petting in mind. Not that Amory was opposed to the idea. "Sure. I'll just let Blake know I'll be gone a little longer," he added, getting his phone out.
"O-okay."

On the way out of the city, Marcus and the catgirl picked up some drive-through, and they ate it on the drive back. After he pulled his car into a parking spot in the apartment building's garage, Thalia hopped out and briefly popped the cat mask on to turn back into Thad. Then he said, "Welp. I'm 'onna go work on my car for a bit."
"'Kay. See you later," Marcus said, and his roommate nodded before heading off. He then started toward their apartment, taking several steps before stopping. "Hmm." He got out his phone, acting on an idea he'd just had—or at least hoping to.

Blake finished his lunch, got up and stretched for a moment, and then his phone started buzzing with texts. Going over to check, there was one from Amory saying the meeting with Emma's sister had gone well, and that he'd be hanging out with Emma for some more of the afternoon. The rest were several in succession from 'Magus'. Marcus didn't quite send messages in the extreme-rapid-fire way Emma did, but apparently he did have a similar habit of needing several texts to finish a single thought:

you want to like

since there's no monsters to fight today i mean

and they just opened a place for us in town

i could use maybe some training to not be

to do a little better up close

when not borrowing someone else's

if you're not busy i mean

After digesting the contents of that entire paragraph, he shrugged. It beat the tedious work of debugging a program, which he'd been at for the entire hour or so before taking a break for lunch. And...they really needed to be as ready as possible, before tomorrow. Sure. I'll meet you there.

The VI had a few staffers watching the entrances to the new "outdoor training area". It wasn't a bunch of armed guards making the place super-secure like the actual base in the city; their job was more or less to wave off bystanders and media (unless whoever was using the area wanted an audience). At any rate, when they saw Light and Magus walking up, they just waved hello to the two of them and let them through. A short walk later (around/away from some construction workers still making repairs to the recently-damaged underground infrastructure), they were in the section of former street which had been destroyed a couple of days ago by an electric shadow worm.

Light got out her sword. "I have to admit, I don't really know how to teach swordfighting. I mean—my powers just come with knowing how to do it, so it's not like I ever actually learned it. So maybe, if we just spar really slowly, you'll..pick something useful up?"

"Yeah," the girl in the hat nodded, getting her own weapon ready. "If I can at least know how to defend myself a little bit, that'd be sweet."

"Okay."

It turned out that what felt 'really slow' to Light was still a little bit too fast. She had to pull back even more before Magus could properly keep up using only her sword. They went several rounds after that, and there was some improvement; Magus was starting to hold her sword in a little less of a clumsy, loose way, and seemed to be picking up on some useful stances and movements even if she couldn't do them very fast. When it seemed like she'd made some progress, Light deliberately sped up just a tiny bit. This clearly made things more difficult, but Magus toughed it out, and started to get somewhat better.

Light stepped back, and let go of her sword, unsummoning it. "Let's take a break." The other vixen was out of breath and barely holding her hilt at this point, and she let in and out a loud breath in response to this suggestion, dropping the weapon to loudly clatter on the ground and doubling over to pant for a moment.

"You should uh..sit down or something. Want some water? I think I saw they had some bottles back where we came in."
"Yffh...yeah..hff.." Magus managed the presence of mind to dismiss her sword before collapsing over onto her back on the ground. Light ran off and was back in under a minute with a few water bottles, squatting to hand one to Magus (who was now sitting up and no longer completely out of breath) before sitting cross-legged in front of her.

After chugging around a third of the bottle's volume, she said, "Maaan. It was so easy to fight when I was borrowing Emma's powers. Like, everything was just a reflex."

"I know what you mean. But..those 'reflexes' can get in the way sometimes, too. It's not hard to fool someone who's relying entirely on them, into making a mistake."

"It felt really awesome too! Super exciting. But, uh, terrifying at the same time. Or—maybe that was just after it happened, and I really thought about how many times I was this close to getting cut up into itty bitty pieces."

"Well, that's what you have defensive spells for, right? Blocking things with your sword is nowhere near as effective."

"Yeah, I know. It's more like—I just don't wanna be in that position and have nothing I can do. Just, enough to fight back a second, get some space to cast a spell to get away—that'd be enough."

Light remembered something from reviwing some of Monday's news footage. "By the way..."

"Yeah?"

"Think you can stand up and cast the block spell for me? I wanna test something."
"Uh, sure. I think I'm better now." Magus hopped up to her feet. "Hah. My uh..'human form', would still be in bad shape after that workout, but I feel totally fine already. Guess it helps to start from being fit."
Light just nodded, getting her sword out.

"Uh—right!" Magus got her own weapon out, and cast the spell. "Block!"

"Keep it up." The other vixen advanced on her, striking the barrier several times with her sword, then stepped back and threw the sword into it; the weapon bounced off, and she dismissed it. Then she jump-kicked the barrier herself, kicking off of it into a backwards leap, flipping in the air and landing back on her feet a short ways away.

"Hm."

Magus leaned her head out sideways a little bit, trying to look at Light's face. "So, uh...what're we testing for here, exactly?"

"You didn't feel any of that, right? Didn't get pushed back at all?"
"Nnnope. Pretty sure I'm still in the same place."
"Uh, you can drop the shield." She did, and also dismissed her sword again. "It's just—when the hecatoncheries hit you, you got thrown into the air, and backwards."

"Oh. Yeah." Magus's ears folded back a little bit, remembering the experience.

"But that spell usually doesn't carry any momentum into you. Why'd it do it that time?"
"W-well, maybe...I was super tired then, and barely managed to cast it at all. And that thing hit the shield ultra hard. It totally shattered!"
"So, it hit harder than any of what I just did...I guess we'd get a better test if we had Rory punch it or something. But I have a guess anyway."

"Yeah?"

Light paced back and forth a little as she spoke: "The spell's supposed to make an impenetrable barrier—at least, that's what it'd do ideally. But it can only block so much. Still—it's supposed to protect you. So if it gets hit by something it can't handle, it shatters to spend up as much of the hit's energy as it can...and if there's still more, then it turns the energy into momentum and transfers that to you, instead of letting you get hit. If it didn't do that...the hecatoncheries's hand would've gone right through the shield and made a direct hit."

"Oh. Oof," she winced, "I hadn't thought of that."

Light stopped pacing, turning to face Magus again. "Sorry, I'm not trying to bring up something painful. It's just—did you design the spell to do all of that?"
"No way! I made up the spell in like half a second—when Rowan came at me with a sword!"
Light nodded. "You just wanted to block an attack. But the spell carries that intent to its logical conclusion without you having to tell it to."

"Uh...yeah, I guess so."
"I don't think it's likely that only your block spell does something like that," Light said, trying to finally make her point clear.

"Oh. Oooh! Okay," Magus nodded. "So, like, some of my other spells might have hidden benefits!"
"Right. And, if you make a spell with a certain intent...you don't need to understand everything, or maybe not even much at all, about what that intent requires, for the spell to do it anyway."

"Ooh! We could also like—if I wanted to get away from something fast, maybe I could make an impact wave that reflects back at me and block it, or like use a modified block that's super easy to break, and I could go flying! And if I block the ground or do like a featherfall spell then I can land without getting hurt. Or I could just make a fly spell in the first place, like the way Doc Quinn can make us all fly around!"

"Uh, yeah. That also works," Light said.
"You, were thinking of something specific?"

"It's just—you've done a 'haste' spell before. You can do buffs."
Magus nodded, "Yeah, totally."
"So, if you really need the kind of instinct that 'normal' vixens have—which is obviously something magically granted to us by our powers—then you don't need to actually understand anything about how to fight with a sword..." she said with a 'continue the thought' gesture.
"...to do a buff that lets me fight better with a sword! Oooh!"

"But maintining a buff requires you to keep concentrating on it, right?"

"Yeah. Or a summon, or anything else that's supposed to stick around."

"So you'd just need to be careful. Practicing with that might help."

"Yeah! Totally!"

"You want to try that now? Have an idea for how the spell should go?"
"Uh-huh!" Magus nodded. "I think I've got it. Uh..." She drew her sword again, and moved herself into a reasonable sort of 'ready' stance, with both hands on the hilt. This was, apparently, the motion necessary for the spell, because she then recited its name to cast it: "Martial Mastery!" The effect of the spell presented visually as a faint blue glow around her, swirling around and upward as if carried by some invisible wind—which also seemed to pick up her hair and the brim of her hat, making them flutter around.

Naturally, they sparred for a couple of minutes after that. Light still didn't get up to her full speed, but it felt like she was at least dealing with a genuinely competent opponent this time. Magus was effortlessly finding some false openings she left, but didn't seem to pick up on the fact that they were false even after she blocked the fifth or so attempt at taking advantage of them. She was also doing a pretty good job of not leaving any obvious openings herself. However, they had to stop after those couple of minutes because Magus's breath started to come a little loudly, and not long after that she dropped her sword loudly to the ground and staggered back a couple of steps, putting out a hand palm-forward before doubling over, both hands on her knees, and heaving for breath.

Light just dismissed her own weapon, picked up the water bottle Magus had partially drained before, and offered it to her after she sat down again. This time she chugged maybe half its original volume, leaving it almost empty when she capped it again and set it down.

"Haffh...nearly forgot, doing magic costs stamina. And fighting, hff, costs stamina too. And my stamina, iiisn't super great in the first place!" she said, the last clause coming out at a higher pitch than the rest.

Light sat across from her. "Still, it worked. And stamina is something you can build up, over time, right?"
"Y-yeah...it was pretty awesome...actually doing that myself...fffffh...with just my own powers."

"Just don't let it carry you completely. It's easy for someone to fool that 'instinct' if they've got some practice."

"Haah...that's the second time you said something like that, you know? I guess it's pretty important."
"I've..fought more vixens than I'd like to," Light said, folding her ears down for a second. "You come to realize pretty quick, it's a battle of your minds just as much as your bodies."

Magus grinned. "Cooool. I mean—not you having to fight people, but, what you said just now. Was pretty cool!"

"Uh, thanks, I guess..."

Sensing Light's slight bashfulness, Magus just moved on to a different topic: "You think—we should try to make some kind of plans ahead of time? Like, coordinated attacks and stuff?" She was probably thinking of how the city's vixens, and several other teams, did things, sparring and training together during 'off hours' to be more ready for the real fights...which was admittedly very effective.
"We could try. Although..one of your big advantages is improvising, making up a new spell on the spot to deal with whatever the situation is. Trying to plan around that feels like...trying to compose melodies for a jazz band."

"Well—I haven't done much jazz, but that's still not too bad. It's way easier to improvise if everyone already knows what the key, and time signature, and tempo are. And having a base melody to work off of is pretty helpful too!"

"That...makes sense." She'd almost forgotten Marcus was a music major. Not that that made her interpretation of the melody automatically correct, but she absolutely had a good point.

"You okay to stand up again?"

"Yeah, I'm good!" Magus hopped to her feet, so Light followed suit.

"Hmm..can you use 'material components' for your spells? Like last night...it seemed like you had an easier time doing things with water since there was so much of it around. I'm not clear how much of it was Emma's power, or if that's just something you can always do."
"Hmm..I'm pretty sure I can! I mean, it's easier to pick up a chunk of concrete and throw it than it is to 'summon' a rock outta nowhere. Or, yeah, the rain definitely helped back then."
"So, if you have a good catalogue of spells that use a specific element, and there's someone around who uses it all the time—like me with light—then you can have them lend you some of it in concentration to cast with. And, either make those spells cheaper, or more effective."

Light spread her arm out to her right, that han'ds palm facing outward, and gathered an orb of light just past her hand. "There's a limit to how much I can concentrate light into 'lasers' to burn things with. I usually have to stetch to even do it at all. I bet a spell can do better."
"Oh? Yeah, maybe! I'll try." Magus quietly cleared her throat once, getting her weapon out. As she spoke and motioned for a spell, Light could feel a slight 'pull' from her trying to 'take hold' of the orb of light, and gave it over to her to cast with. "Rays of light, sear and burn. Laser Lance!" The orb formed itself into a thin spike, turning bright red, then shot off to one side, disappearing as it hit the ground. Right before the point of impact, Light could sort of feel that bit of light's wavelength shifting out of her control, past red and into infrared so it would convey as much heat as possible. The bit of concrete the spell hit briefly gave off visible heat waves; it was hard to be absolutely certain how hot it had gotten since it was concerete, but the effect definitely seemed stronger than what she could have done alone.

Magus was grinning. "Awesome! What about hard light? Like Zeno's arrows and stuff?"

"I can't seem to do it on my own...somehow Wave was able to, though. But it does still feel like 'light'." Light gathered another orb of light and floated it over into the space between them; Magus came up with another spell.

"Luminal Volley!" The orb exploded into a lot of short, thin pieces, each one pointed at both ends, and they went out one-after-another in the direction Magus pointed the tip of her sword. She even seemed able to adjust the aim as the shots continued, and the little spikes buried themselves into the ground where they landed deeply enough to make it obvious they'd become solid and carried quite a lot of momentum with them. "Ah, man, this is too sweet!" As the spell ended, all of the 'hard-light' projectiles disappeared again, returning to normal, physical light.

Light nodded. "This is just with light, too. You should figure out some signal with Gemma to ask for a little of whatever element you need."

"Yeah!"

They spent a few more minutes of Magus coming up with spells using light for material, including making a hard-light shield she could hold in her free hand to block with, until the excitable mage started to get winded again.

"Ha~aah...hoof. Phew."
"You okay?"
"Yh, yeah. Just, gonna need another little break." They both sat down again. "Using a 'material' like that totally makes the spells cheaper to cast, but it's still not free," she said.

"It seems like that's just the way it always is. Everything has a cost, when it comes to magic."

She nodded. "Uh-huh."

"...I don't know if I ever really thanked you."
"Huh? What for?"

"Last night. The, 'Sunblaze' spell."

"Oh, that? I mean, that was just as much so I'd survive as for you. I was way too tired to really fight anymore at that point, so I thought I'd spend everything I had left to keep you going."

"I don't just mean the spell itself. It...there was. It's, gonna sound pretty strange, but—I could feel your emotions, through the light itself. It, helped kick me out of a funk I'd been in lately."
"Really?" she seemed surprised at the idea of Light, of all people, being in any kind of 'funk'.
"Yeah. I'd been...trying a little too hard to do everything on my own. Heroes are supposed to work together, and pick up after each other. When one can't do it, another's supposed to take over. I didn't have any problem with being the one to take over...but, accepting help—it's a little harder for me than it should be sometimes."

"Hahah, you got all that from me? I don't think I was thinking anywhere near that deep. I just wanted to help out, you know?"

"That's just it. I get lost in my own head way too easily sometimes, and, I guess—you don't, so much. Or at least didn't right then, when it really mattered. So, I really appreciate it."

"Awwh..um...h-heheh." Magus blushed slightly and looked away for a second—apparently it was her turn to be a little bashful. "You're welcome, I guess? Anytime!"

"Uh, you know—" Magus picked herself up to her feet, a little more slowly than the last few times. "I can still feel a little bit, uh, starstruck around you guys. Like, I still feel like—when I go out to fight monsters, I think: 'I get to fight with heroes!'

"...But I guess, that could be kinda awkward on your end. A-and it makes me really want to do something impressive all the time, to try to keep up."

"You don't have to worry about that," Light said, standing up herself and then reaching her arms up to stretch briefly in the pause between sentences. "You're one of us. Fight just as hard, and deal with all the same risks. Besides, some things like 'channeling', that came from you, have helped vixens the world over."

"Y-yeah...thanks."

"..I feel like we got off-track from what you wanted to train for," Light said. "I guess I started having ideas, and we didn't stop."
"That's okay—maybe the problem of me fighting up-close is kinda solved now. And like, anything that'll help us out later is good. And you have really good ideas, too!"

"I guess you were right about it being helpful to 'play' with our powers sometimes. But, you do seem a little tired. We shouldn't overdo it."

"Uh, yeah, I'm feeling it a little from all the fighting and casting and stuff so far. But I can keep going! Build up that stamina some, you know, for a tiiiiny bit longer?"

"Okay," Light nodded, trusting her to know her own limits. "Then—you should be able to cast healing spells, right? Have you ever tried?"
"I..uh, haven't, no. I'm usually around someone else who can do healing, I guess. But, like, there's no reason I shouldn't be able to, right?"
"Right. Do you need someone to be injured to cast one?"
"I..dunno why I would."
"Then, let's try and come up with a few. Quick and weak, slower but stronger...maybe a regen, or something to help people feel less exhausted?"
"Oh, yeah," Magus nodded, "like what some of Nico's trees can do!

"Let's try it out!"

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One of Light's big advantages has always been the ability to think up creative uses for even very limited-seeming powersets. Magus, on the other hand, has an insanely versatile powerset. Putting those two together...might be an overpowered combination.

Practical Test

See also: Delicious Dream.

A Statue in the Woods 7: Reconnection

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A little while after they got back to the house, Elise cheerfully made dinner for both of them. It was as good as the breakfast had been, although it was certainly much more "Asian" this time...or maybe specifically "Japanese". Perhaps the Kitsune had wanted to hide her country of origin initially for some reason, but figured it didn't matter now that that was out in the open?

"What'll we do tomorrow, Master?" she asked cheerfully, once they were about midway through the meal.

"Uh..well." Ty took a second to scratch the back end of one of her ears. "I kinda need to get back to work. I mean—I originally planned on getting some work done after Ronan's whole, adventure, or else today..but that, didn't really happen. I'm not really..like, in trouble yet, or anything, but I will be if I don't get a good amount of writing done tomorrow. And—I do need that job to pay for, y'know, all those clothes we bought today—besides food, bills, taxes, and..so on."

"I see.." She didn't look particularly upset by this information, just cheerfully nodding. "Well, don't worry about me—I'm perfectly capable of entertaining myself."

Ty wondered whether the fox-girl would do more damage playing more of her video games, or going outside and finding people to 'play' with. But..that wasn't really her problem, right? "That's..good. Yeah," she said kind of lamely after thinking through all of that.

Elise leaned forward slightly, seemingly inspecting the wolf-girl's face. "Is something the matter? You seem concerned," she said.
"Uh, well—it's just." This wasn't exactly what she'd been concerned about a moment ago, but it was something that had been in the back of her mind nearly all day. "I don't, really know how to feel about this situation at this point? I mean—I don't get why you want to..stay with me? Or, just suddenly decided to take me on as a 'master' and try so hard to get me to accept it—including turning into a girl for, maybe the first time? I mean, I get that you're 'grateful' I freed you, but that was basically an accident. It just seems, kinda more like you're doing all this on a whim?"

"Ah, well. There's nothing to worry about, then," she said with a small nod. "My friend...all of life is built out of whims and accidents. A young man decides on a new hobby, and enjoys it enough to keep at it—and one day he finds it has become his lifelong passion and occupation. Two people accidentally bump into each other at a party, one spilling the other's drink—and they come to enjoy each others' company enough to become companions forever afterward. It isn't all quite so positive, of course: A whim can lead to one's death, or an accident to a crippling injury, or a generations-long blood feud. But accepting that everything in this life comes down to accumulations of such small events has allowed me to live in general contentment so far. And—I find that I like this whim and accident in front of me all the more, the longer I spend with it," she said, gesturing Ty's way with one hand. "I hope you'll forgive my impertinence in saying, I think you're enjoying it just as much?"

Ty's face felt a little red after this last part, her heartbeat picking up a little bit. "Uh...y-yeah." It was pretty surreal—in a way, Elise's speech had betrayed her age, seemingly showing off some kind of wisdom from a long life of experience..but it also, somehow, made her even more attractive than before.

As they worked to put away the dishes, Elise said, "Master, do you dance?"

"Uh—well." Ty had to think about her answer for a second. "Not—I mean, I don't really know how to do..anything I think you'd recognize as 'dancing', at least."
"Oh?" she said, tilting her head a bit to show curiosity.

"Like—a lot of 'dancing' these days is just, people kind of twitching or jerking to the beat of the music. Or—some songs just give you a list of basic moves to do, like 'step to the right' or whatever."
"Ah, like square dancing?"
"A..little bit, I think? Anyway, I definitely don't know how to do like, any real dancing."

"Well then—perhaps I could teach you a little? I was able to find recordings of some of my old favorite songs, you see..and since you were kind enough to share your games with me last night...?"
"Uh, well." The expectant expression Elise had on wasn't the usual, irresistible one; Ty felt instead like she'd be rejecting a lavish gift to say no to this one. Anyway—it couldn't hurt. "Sure, I guess?"
"Very well," she nodded, looking beautifully pleased.

A little later, they stood in the living room with the coffee table moved aside to make space. Elise set her phone down on the couch, already playing some sort of classical music. "Hmmn.." She looked the wolf-girl up and down, then suddenly grew back up to her taller, 'original' form, her clothes shifting with her to still fit. "I shall lead you through a few simple steps. Please don't be nervous, now—I'd hardly expect you to be an expert at your first try." With that, she took hold of Ty's hands, and began guiding her slowly through the dance.

"...Uh—like this?"
"Yes, just so. You're doing very well!"

It probably shouldn't have been very surprising, but for as impressively good of a learner as the Kitsune was, she was also an exceptional teacher—at least, it seemed so when it came to dance. Ty seemed to have some of the basics down (at least enough to no longer step on Elise's toes) by the end of that first song and the start of the next.

"Listen a moment, this is a waltz—groups of three. One-two-three...you hear it?"
"Yeah."

"All right. I'm certain I don't have to tell you, you've only got two feet. So don't get tripped up now—"

They spent an entire hour dancing like this, but it only felt like a few minutes. Elise seemed satisfied to stop the lesson just when Ty was physically tired enough to start making clumsy mistakes. She led the way over to the couch, gracefully picking up her phone to stop the music and then setting it down out of the way on their way down.

"Well, Master~..did you enjoy yourself?"

"Uh...hfff.." She was surprised to find herself slightly out of breath, and had to take a second to catch it before she could answer. "Yeah. Definitely. But it's way more of a workout than I expected.."
"Eheheh—I thought the same thing when I was first learning. I believe the expert's trick is, as in many things, to make it look effortless."

The fox-girl grinned mischievously for a moment, seeming to wait for something. Then, just about when Ty felt she had her breath back, Elise pounced on top of her, knocking her over onto her back on the couch. "Wha—aah!"
"Heeheehee~!" Elise giggled, pulling her arms around the wolf-girl in a close hug. After that, she lowered her ears slightly, still smiling. "Well, Master—you know by now the price of keeping a fox around."

"Oh, uh.." Ty's face flushed, her tail starting to wag and her own ears going a bit lower. "Y-yeah. Not that that's really, costly or anything..." she said, the last few words trailing off into a low, quiet mumble while she reached her hands up to start rubbing the Kitsune's ears.
"Mrrrh~.." Elise churred happily and pressed her nose into Ty's cheek. She muttered: "Feeling that way is a mark of a good Master..."

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After a fairly early breakfast (and having Elise turn her male again), Tyler went to work. The Kitsune headed outside to..probably explore the neighborhood or something, so the house was quiet and he was able to concentrate very well for a few hours.

It was somewhere close to lunchtime when the doorbell rang. He finished writing the sentence he'd been on before getting up, a part of him hoping that it was some kind of salesperson and, further, that his delay would make them give up before he got to the door. But he opened it anyway, and the visitor was still there.

"Hiya." Tyler was faced with the sight of a woman, about average-height, fit and reasonably pretty, dressed in a combination of stylish clothes and jewelry that his vague sense of fashion gained through his friendship with Ronan informed him might actually cost more than his house. She'd said this greeting with a brisk, friendly wave, and then continued: "Is, this where Shigenori is staying?"

"Uh..I don't know anyone by that name," he said.

"But you are Ronan's friend Tyler, aren't you? Allow me an introduction—" She produced a business card seemingly from her sleeve and pushed it at him. "Valencia Hammond, maiden name Tanner. Ronan works at my company, and he—or she, I guess—posted recently about accidentally 'waking up' a fox sealed in a statue."

"Uh-huh.." Glancing at the card, she wasn't kidding about it being 'her company'. It would be accurate to describe this person as, maybe, Ronan's boss's boss's boss...or maybe five or six levels higher than that. "So..you have a special interest in that fox, then?"
"I sure do. See—my parents, Azlathoth and Tezalel Tanner, would be very happy if she'd come over for supper tonight, or whenever's convenient, to catch up."

"Could I bring one more with me, then?" This was Elise's voice, coming very unexpectedly from behind Tyler, and causing him to jump and make a slight 'aack!' sound of surprise. Turning to look, he found her to have just appeared right there, leaning in past his shoulder. Valencia also jerked slightly, betraying some surprise, but managed to maintain most of her composure.
"Oh, certainly! Plus ones welcome," she said after only a brief hesitation. "Shigenori, I presume?" She put out her hand.

"Indeed." Tyler turned himself slightly sideways to make way, and Elise moved into that space to shake the offered hand. "Although I am introducing myself as 'Elise' most recently."
"Got it."

"So uh—you know this..Azla...whatever?" Tyler asked the fox-girl.

She nodded. "A couple of demons, good friends of mine from back...what must have been long ago, now. I attended their wedding, but they had no children before I was sealed."

"Yeah—me and my siblings are all adopted," Valencia said. "And we have this weird family tradition of going off to a forest on the tenth birthday to go poke some statue in a forest somewhere. Guess we'll have to come up with something else to do now though, huh?"

"I see..are we busy tonight, Master~?" Elise asked.
"Uh, I guess not. So—where, exactly..?" He trailed off, seeing that Valencia had already produced another card seemingly from her sleeve and was offering it to him. This one had a phone number and address handwritten onto it.

"Only like a half-hour's drive from here," she added. "Shall I tell them, around six PM maybe?"

"Uh..sure."

Once Valencia was gone, he shut the door. "So...'Shigenori', huh?"
The Kitsune shrugged. "A fairly common name, where I was born—but also a masculine one. I chose 'Elise' after the title of a song I'm fond of."

"Got it," he nodded. "And, how long were you here but invisible?"

Elise grinned. "Not more than half an hour; I thought it best to not disturb your work. Are you hungry for lunch, Master?"

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"So, like...did you have any idea your company was owned by the adoptive child of two literal demons?"

"No way! That's awesome!" Rona said, over the phone. "I'm kinda jealous, too..."

"Do you really want to hang around the person who could decide to fire you if she just felt like it? Let alone her whole family?"

"Eergh, okay, maybe not, if you put it like that. Then, like, you better not make a bad impression either!"

"I'm sure we'll be fine...I mean, unless Elise goes out of her way to antagonize them or something."

The fox-girl gave Tyler a look like, I'd never do such a thing! But he figured that came with the disclaimer: '...If it wasn't funny enough.'

The doorbell rang. "..Hang on, I've gotta get the door again." Tyler stood up, setting his phone down. "I mean—unless you want to." Elise just shrugged, so he headed that way.

A fairly familiar face was waiting...that of the cashier from the day before. She was wearing an oversized shirt rather than the dress, but the face and hair were exactly the same. "Er, hello there," she said a bit nervously. "I don't suppose you've got a..sister or such? Someone with the same hair color? Or, know a redheaded young woman with, er.."
"Fox ears? Yeah." Tyler turned half-around. "Eli—oh." The Kitsune had already come up to just barely behind him, and had also shifted herself back to the smaller form so the cashier could more easily recognize her. "This is who you meant?"
"Yes," she said.

"It's just that, err..how do I put this?" It had to be a little more awkward to explain this to Tyler, who as far as she knew 'hadn't been there', but she pressed on: "'Fore yesterday, I was an old man, and all of a sudden I'm looking like this? And after reviewin' some security footage and thinking about the evidence, it seems like you" (she was saying this to Elise) "or one of your two friends who were there must've been responsible? 'Specially since you said somethin' about a reward..."
"How ever did you find this house?" the fox-girl asked, and Tyler immediately realized that he probably should've had the same question.

"Well, that's eh—let's say, the store's owner was keen to help me out once I explained the unusual situation and all..."
"Surely nothing illegal was involved, was it?" Elise continued in a kind of innocent tone of voice..but Tyler could tell she was just teasing her.

"Errm."

"Uh, that aside," Tyler said quickly. "If that did happen, you...want to be turned back or something?"
"Well. Er. N-not necessarily. That is, I'm awful grateful to get to be young again, it's just that this has made things awful strange with my wife..."
Those last two words made Tyler's ears jump upright. From what the old man had said that day, he'd assumed he was single, or at least a widower..but apparently not. So that did make things really awkward, when neither of them was, say, a magical Kitsune with the power to shift them back and forth at will.

"Okay, yeah," he nodded after that, and turned toward the fox-girl. "Elise."
"Yyyes?" she said with a winning smile.
"As your 'Master', I'd like you to fix this. Do what you need to to make her and the wife actually happy with the results. You wanted to reward him yesterday, not punish him, right?"
"True enough. All right then~," she said, looking very pleased. Maybe just at him claiming or using the title of 'Master' himself for once. "Could you bring me to meet with this wife of yours, perhaps~?" she suggested, moving past Tyler to speak to the short, young girl.

"I, suppose so," she said, seeming fairly surprised by how quickly the decision to 'fix' things for her had been made.

After they left and Tyler shut the door, he took a deep breath and let it out. This would probably take at least an hour, so...he could get the rest of his work done undisturbed. Once he finished talking with Rona on the phone, at least.

Elise showed up again with still an hour to go before they'd need to leave and meet her demon friends. She didn't really seem to need a key, or even to open the door apparently—she simply walked into Tyler's office-slash-bedroom and said, "I'm back, Master~!"
"Uh, great. So, you fixed things? Everyone's happy?"
"They are indeed! That young woman's husband couldn't be more pleased," she said with a big grin. For her to put it that way...well, Tyler could've guessed she'd offer to solve the problem like that. But, as long as they were happy with it...

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Their visitor was a familiar avian sporting bright purple plumage. Hyacinth took on a slightly tense, defensive stance, but Aria hopped to her feet and waved as she landed. "Yo, Kayriel! You back on regular duty already?"
"Well—kinda. Cap's hoping that that..weirdness is enough like a disease that I'll be immune after having it once. Anyway, I'm just delivering a message here. One of the other scouts spotted a big swarm of bug monsters way out to the north, with a...thing leading them. He couldn't find good words for what that thing was, but bug monsters aren't known for being led around in the first place, sooo.."

"So that's probably our target. Alright, I'll wake the others and we'll be on our way to town shortly."

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"I've some good news to go with breakfast, everyone!" the prince announced. "We've been making excellent progress lately. I'm sure our well-traveled companions are already aware of this, but at our present pace, we should arrive in town by early afternoon tomorrow."

The soldiers cheered, some of them making a toast with their neighbors even though their mugs only contained water.
"Civilization again at last!"
"They've got running water, 'aven't they? First thing I want is a long, hot bath.."
"Don't celebrate too soon," a more sour one said. "Could be all manner of monsters along the road 'till then."
"Well, don't hex us wivvat!"

Under the noise of the crowd, Zack took in a deep breath and let it out again before quietly muttering, "Two more days..."

You holding up okay? Katherine asked.

I'll be fine, he answered, more sincerity behind the thought than any similar reassurances he'd given her the day before.

Rayna seemed to be staring off into space—not an entirely unheard-of expression for the fox-girl, but Lynn gently elbowed her to get her attention anyway. "What?"
"You alright there? Not pushing yourself too hard or anything?"
"Uhh, no? I'm perfectly fine," she nodded. "The very picture of health. What made you think otherwise?"

"I just thought, you've certainly been doing a lot more brisk walking the last couple of days than you're used to, right? Plus keeping up illusions, including the more advanced stuff, and 'scouting' for us nonstop. It's not too much, is it?"
"Nah," she shook her head. "The exercise is good for me, I say—never felt better!"
"But you were kinda zoning out for a minute there."
"Oh, that? I was just thinking about...stuff." From last night's dream, she further clarified mentally.
"Ah. Well, just don't keep it to yourself if you do start to get tired. That wouldn't be a good surprise for anyone."

"Yeah, yeah..."

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After everyone quickly got dressed and grabbed something for a breakfast on the way, the group went through the door to town and started out toward the city's north edge. Aria seemed to have been correct about them welcoming Hyacinth's help, as there were no particular objections after the shifter announced her presence.

Lupa won the "swallowing her food whole" competition—if there was one—but Mira was a close second. "So," the witch started, "let's talk strategy. Rose and I can fly, we've both got high strength and a way to bind the super-monster. So we should focus on knocking her down to the ground and getting her relatively still. That leaves her open for you to get the chaos junk out. Maybe—stick close to Lupa? She can keep you safe."

"Yes!" The short wolf-girl seemed to take this as a cue to abruptly produce a gigantic axe and excitedly brandish it one-handed up in the air, startling some of the few people on the street around them.

"Put that away," Nora said sternly through a half-full mouth, and Lupa whined apologetically while complying.

"Yeah, and maybe keep away from me," Aria chimed in, as though the business with the axe hadn't happened. "I can go a little wild when the sword's out, and I'm not interested in finding out what Vulpin blood tastes like. But I guess Nora and I'll be chopping up the small fry anyway?"
"That's the idea!" the witch said, then turned the Vulpin's way again. "Anyway, feel free to pick off some of the bugs, but don't take any unnecessary risks. Pump the chaos into Lupa if you can, but any dispersal at all is helpful. That okay with you? I, uh, guess you're probably used to calling the shots, buuuut..."

Hyacinth paused, thinking: 'calling the shots'? Another odd phrase, like the one she'd used to dispel her curse before...but out of the rest of her group, only Lupa seemed confused by it. From the context, however, it was clear enough what she meant. "You're the ones with experience in this, and all have better resilience to injury than I do. Your plan seems sensible to me, and I have no difficulty taking orders."

"Cool!"

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After breakfast, Clera went on a brief flight, more to stretch her wings than out of any concern that scouting was necessary. But she came back to land not long after taking off, starting the prince's way after setting down. "Is something wrong, miss Clera?" he asked, noticing her.

"Not necessarily. But someone appears to be headed our way." Do you sense a mind out in that direction? she asked Katherine mentally, not actually using the words 'that direction' but rather the concept of which way she meant.

Now that I'm looking...yes. And...I think he spotted you, so now he's started running this way.

Trouble? Rayna asked, turning the same direction.

At a glance...his mind looks normal to me. I don't think we're dealing with whatever is going on back in town, at least.

By this point, the stranger had come over a hill and into view, and set to waving and yelling to get someone's attention. "Oi!" The sun was mostly behind him, making visible only the silhouette of his figure: a somewhat tall, slim body with clearly-visible triangular ears poking past his short hair and a slim tail behind him.

Taking charge, the prince walked partly in that direction and waved back. "Greetings, sir! Are you friendly?"
"Well, I'd hope so, in these environs," he said. "I got a little lost on my way out to the frontier—saw the smoke from your fire. Then I was pretty sure your flier saw me, so—figured it was better to announce myself properly. Permission to approach?"

Before responding, Peregrine sent a brief mental signal the psion's way. I don't feel any dangerous intentions or anything, but there's always the possibility he's obscuring them, she replied.

Rayna and I have eyes on him, Lynn reported through the same channel.

This mental chatter took only a second or so, and the prince was able to answer as if without pause: "Certainly!"

While he walked closer, Rayna tilted her head slightly—her powers having given her his name and some other basic information about him. What? Lynn asked her.

We know this guy! Or, at least, we've heard of him.

Well, who is he then? The archer could make out that he had bright blond hair and fur, and eyes about the same shade, and was wearing light clothing—no armor to speak of, despite apparently surviving a trek more than halfway into the frontier. He seemingly had a sheathed sword on his right side, held by a belt—but the way it swung as he moved gave the impression that it was lighter than a blade its size ought to be.

He stopped just shy of actually entering the camp. "Greetings back—now that we don't have to shout. Name's Dorian," he said with a bright grin. He was smooth-faced, and even though the sun was behind him, the big grin seemed to make his face sparkle a bit. "And—my, am I in the presence of royalty here?" he asked, noticing the look of Peregrine's clothes.

"Allow me an introduction first. Peregrine Bertrand Lyxeris, or 'Perry' for short," he replied. "And, yes—I hail from Kyzerath."

"Oh—Dorian the dancer?" Lynn said, accidentally having her realization aloud.

"Hmmh? I suppose someone in your entourage has heard of me," he said, turning partway to face her. "Truly, I'm honored."

In response to a questioning look from the prince (and a few others), the archer explained: "Sorry. He's in the same line of work as us—or what we used to do, anyway."
"A little more famous than the two of us, at that," Rayna added. "Unless you've changed up your act lately—you throw a stick around and play with lightning, right?"

"It's, more impressive than that makes it sound, I'd hope," he said. "But that does more or less fit my occupation."

"And what brings someone like you, out here?" Lynn asked. Thankfully, Peregrine didn't seem to mind the two of them taking over the conversation.

"Only the most exceptional invitation," he said, reaching a hand back into a backpack strapped across his shoulders. "Tell me, have you lot heard of the Troupe of Strangers?"

"That sounds...vaguely familiar?" Lynn said after a moment's thought.
"Enlighten us, please," Peregrine said. By this point, Dorian had found what he was after, and produced a piece of paper, offering it to the prince about as carefully as someone might hand over a million-dollar check to a bank teller.

"The Troupe of Strangers is a legendary traveling performance, only given once every few years or so at most. The main gimmick is right in the name—most of its members spend most of their time doing other things, and only gather when invited by the leader to a particular town at a certain time and place. Some years back, when I was but a young boy, I was fortunate enough to catch a performance of theirs, and it inspired my present occupation. So of course I was more than delighted when a courier brought me that personal invitation to join them this time! Apart from some apprehensive about the location—and my own ability to reach it."

Peregrine examined the invitation while he listened. It was ornately decorated, with one side of it taken up by a stylized silhouette-drawing of a woman from about the neck up in profile, with a stream of rainbow coloration taking up the space her hair should occupy. The performance's location couldn't be much clearer. He carefully handed it back to its owner, who just as cautiously put it away again. "At any rate, it does appear we're headed toward the same destination. Anyone brave enough to travel to the frontier alone must at least possess some martial prowess, as well?"

"I'm reasonably capable at defending myself," Dorian said, nodding.

His stats look pretty good, Rayna pointed out mentally—just to their party, not the prince. It's maybe worth mentioning: He's really a shifter, not a Felis. But, that also might be something he doesn't want broadcasted.

"Then, we would be happy to have you along the rest of the way. Unless any of you have a particular objection?" he asked, looking to Lynn to represent the adventurers' opinions.

"No, it should be fine," she said.

"One extra person in the wagons wouldn't make the escort any harder for us anyway," the fox-girl added.

"Excellent! I'm glad to meet your approval," he said.

When they set out, Dorian happily took up a spot patrolling outside the wagons with the party. Lynn went over his way. "So, who's that on the invitation? Or, is it just some kind of symbol of the Troupe?"

"You could say they're one and the same. Reiaza, the present leader of the Troupe, has had that dazzling rainbow-colored hair since at least the time I saw them perform. Far as I understand, leadership gets passed down from one performer to another in some sort of formal process at the end of a performance. She's an illusionist—practical sort, I mean, rather than using magic to project images—but I'm pretty sure hair color like that could only be a result of actually using magic on it."

"That, or—well, actual illusion magic like Rayna's, I'd guess?"

"I could make my hair really look like that if I wanted," the fox-girl pointed out from a bit farther away. Of course their conversation wasn't difficult for her ears to hear.

"By the way..." Dorian said, a little more quietly and conspiratorially. "That Empath girl who first spotted me?"
"You mean Clera?"
"Right. Is she, let's say..spoken for?"

Lynn gave him a sideways look for a second or two. "No, but. If you're really that interested, you're in for a challenge," she said just as quietly. "You do know the kind of commitment someone has to have to become an Empath in the first place, right? Plus something went weird with the..merging or whatever, so she kind of has a combination of the 'donor' soul's personality with the 'original' one."
"Well, it's not like I'm saying I'll make any moves right now. Besides, a tough sell just means nobody else will outpace me, doesn't it?"
Lynn shrugged. "Maybe."

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I can't help but feel like this is a bit of a short, lame part to come back with after such a long hiatus from this story. The problem was that I felt there was kind of a crippling pacing issue with the way this part was coming out originally, which had additional cuts back and forth between the two parties, and the in-town party was just about to have an action scene, so the bad pacing was kind of killing the tension...or something like that. That's besides the fact that said action scene itself was/is a big source of writer's block for me in this story. So I've reorganized what I already had written to shove that problematic bit into the next part, filled in a little bit to make this part flow better and make sense, and put it out, mostly hoping that forcing the next part to just be that action scene will help me focus and write it a bit better. I can't make any promises on how soon I'll finish it, though.

Well, as kind of an apology for the mess in this story right now, or just a little bonus if you like...while messing around with image generators, I thought to try and get some images of Vae! As a character whose appearance I simply made up, no drawn image was ever going to match her, and...these don't quite match either. Specifically, her fur is supposed to be a much darker shade of blue than her hair, and I don't think I ever specified her eye color in-story, so maybe it is blue? But anyway, check them out:

I think the strong tendency of image generators to overcompensate and put a lot of something if you specify that it should be in the background actually did a reasonable job here, for once, since there really are a ton of plants all throughout her home like that. The outfit is perhaps a little better-fitting than something she'd actually wear, and that outer coat would definitely be buttoned up. And then...

This was an attempt to get her appearance after Rose petting her in the forest. Well, the figure is about right (maybe slightly too busty, actually), and the background does vaguely resemble a forest. But the outfit is quite wrong for that scene. I could see the shorts, or at least something similar for lowerwear, but she wouldn't have unbuttoned anything, and has probably never even owned anything resembling that top. Oh well, that's image generators for you.

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Entry: May 29

It's a little weird to go to bed female, and wake up male. I guess it's equally as weird the other way around. But really, is it any less weird than kissing your girlfriend and then she starts turning you into a girl? I should probably stop trying to compare weirdnesses. I obviously open myself up to all those kinds of experiences by letting Brie have that power over me, and well, I've never minded.

Anyway, Brie sent me a text this morning saying "Surprise!" and then proposed we go out to the park right after school this afternoon, and maybe continue it into a proper date. I didn't have any complaints with that plan, although I admit there was something oddly specific about it. We met near the entrance to the park, walked around for a little bit, and then she wanted to sit next to me on a bench, winding her tail around mine. It was really nice—we just sort of talked about normal stuff; I think she appreciates how freaked out I can get by my power and everything surrounding it, and knows when to reel things back for a while.

That said, I did almost forget one of the reasons we were hanging out this afternoon until it walked up to us. Or rather, he walked up to us. "Hey!" he said, making both of us jump slightly; there had been plenty of people walking around near our bench who we'd felt free to ignore, after all. "Uh, sorry," he said next, tapping his index fingers together. He was a brown-haired guy with bright yellow eyes, and of course the ears and tail of a fox—also covered in brown fur, except for some white at the tips. I think he was a little on the short and scrawny side, but honestly not bad-looking or anything.

He continued: "It's just—um. How do I put this? You two are uh, werewolves, right?"

"Yees?" Brie said.

"And—well—you know La Lune, right?"
"I'm aware enough of the concept," I replied.
"Uh—it's just. Look, I've been, begging her for a while for...something, and last night I thought—maybe I had a dream from her! It was, uh," he started trying to explain while gesturing around vaguely-yet-excitedly: "the moon was in the sky overrr, definitely this park, and there was a giant oreo on the bench you guys are sitting on, and then there was a whole thing with like a branch growing flowers that I still don't get, but..."

"A, giant, oreo?" I repeated, still a little stuck on that part.
"Well—you—know—like, black and white fur? I guess? Am I, barking up the wrong tree here?"

"Kael," Brie said, gently brushing one of my ears between her fingers. I actually figured out what was going on at about this point, to be honest.
"Oh, right. Is the..'something' you want. To be a werewolf?" I asked carefully and quietly. My concerns about someone overhearing our conversation didn't exactly get through to him, though.
He practically interrupted my last word with a loud, excited "YES!" that got a number of heads turning our way, and then started chattering so excitedly and quickly that I couldn't even understand him.
"Uh, okay then—maybe, we can talk about this somewhere a little more private?" I suggested, halfway talking over him. I mean, my power seems to conveniently keep anyone from seeing it happen who isn't supposed to, but I had some concerns about our conversation being overheard, especially the...more awkward part.

"Uh, sure, yeah!"

I glanced at Brie for a second before we both stood up together—untangling our tails at the same time, which was the main reason I needed her help with that—and gestured in the direction of the little communal convention center building the park has that people mostly go in to use the restroom these days. "Maybe, uh, in there?"

Brie, thankfully, also ran interference—keeping herself between me and the odd Kitsune to avoid any accidental touches. Once we'd gotten around halfway there, I was pretty sure that no one who'd noticed his outburst was still listening, and that we weren't being followed, so I said: "Introductions first, I guess? I'm Kael, this is Brie," I said, gently patting the top of her head.

"Uh, yeah! Sorry, I got a little too excited and totally forgot to introduce myself! Guess that would've helped, huh?"
"Yeah?" I said pointedly.
"Oh! Right! Heheh. I'm Hayden."

"And you..are a Kitsune, but wish you'd been born a werewolf?" I asked.
"Yeah! That's, about how it is."
"Can I ask..why? I mean, not that being a werewolf isn't great, but aren't foxes like, magical immortals with eventual superpowers? You know we age, just uh, slower than humans."

"Oh, I-I know. It's just...I, I don't like. The deception stuff. Tricking people. And I'm no good at magic. I've always kinda felt like, I'm just..not a very good fox. So I don't think I'd ever grow any more tails, at least not for a really long time. And it's weird, knowing other foxes, and them like..expecting me to be like them? When I just don't, want to be. It's...it'd be worth it, to me, to be a wolf instead."

"You know there are honest foxes around," Brie pointed out, "and trickster werewolves. You don't have to live up to your kind's stereotype."
"I..yeah, I know," Hayden sighed. "It's just—I think werewolves are, a lot cooler? Like, being wild and strong, running around with a pack...I guess it's not un-heard-of for non-werewolves to join a werewolf pack, but...I feel like I'd fit in better if I was one."
At this point, we got to the building, and I opened the door, waving both of them inside.

"Look, I'm not gonna argue against what you want if you really want it," I said, coming in after them. "I was just curious. It's totally something I can do."
His ears popped upright in surprise. "You can!?"

"Yeah, I have a...weird kind of power. And I don't mind helping people with it. But there's one thing about it.."
"It exclusively turns people into girls," Brie said bluntly. "Not that you can't turn back, but it's a thing that happens."

"Oh. Well, that doesn't sound too bad. Have you..used this power a lot?"
"I could say that I have."
"And you've...turned people back into guys after using it?"

"I have..but, weirdly, not many people want me to. I don't know if you'd feel like turning back after I used it, either," I said, shrugging.
"Well, hey, even if I had no choice but to stay a girl, I'd still rather be a werewolf girl than a kitsune guy!" Hayden proclaimed. "So—what do you have to do to use this power? Some kind of incantation or something? A sacrifice?"

"Uhhh, no," I cut him off quickly. "I just..touch someone, who wants something badly enough. And it kind of..happens." I was extremely certain that it was going to happen at this point; my sense that my power was able to affect someone had only given stronger and stronger signals from him since we'd started asking him questions.
"Oh, really, that's all?"

"Yeah. It happens...by accident, more than I'd like." I think I could see in Hayden's eyes the realization that Brie and I had both been keeping my distance from him so I wouldn't touch him by accident. "I really prefer that people know what they're getting into if possible, though."
"Well, then—hit me! Pleeeaase?" he said, folding his ears down like a dog begging for bacon. "I'll do whatever you want for it, not kidding!"
"Um—please don't feel like you owe me anything," I said, taking a small step closer and reaching my hand across. "This power's weird enough to have without stuff like that..."

He was maybe half a foot shorter than me; between that and the..expression he had on in that moment, it felt 'right' somehow for me to pat the top of his head a couple of times. The effect was so immediate that I hadn't even gotten to the second pat before his hair had erupted out across his cheeks and shoulders. The second one seemed to cause him to shudder briefly, and the hair flowed out another foot or three to reach his hips. While I dropped my hand back to my side, I could already see his complexion changing, turning a little paler while taking away all of his facial hair—and what were visible of his arms and legs were going through pretty much the same thing.

"Wh-whoaa~aah..!" he let out, his voice cracking slightly as it started to change. "I, I'm re~eally...aa~ah..!" He was starting to slim down, his shoulders narrowing, his arms and legs getting thinner, and his face turning small, round, and cute; however, his height was increasing ever so slightly rather than shrinking. He shuddered again, and I could see the fur of his tail turning noticeably rougher, the white at the tips of his tail and ears starting to darken. This came with some canine noises from his mouth, a soft "Mm~mh, mrrfh..rr~rRRfh..!" of increasingly higher pitch as he shifted from male toward female, fox toward wolf.

At this point, Hayden's clothes changed. Just as quickly as everything else, his pants shrank shorter and tighter until nearly all of his legs were exposed, and his shirt lost its sleeves and pulled tight against his slim, girlish form. The last of the white disappeared from the fur at the tips of his ears and tail, but the inside of his ears paled to that same white; at the same time he let out a soft, high "Aa~aaAAAaaa~aah..!" as the shorts pulled uncomfortably close against a bulge between his legs...which then disappeared.

"Mnnh, mrrr~rRRFffh..!" A high, cute, girlish tone came out of Hayden's lips as her hips visibly spread apart, her thighs growing thicker. She squirmed around excitedly, her tail wagging and her ears lowering out to the sides of her head in delight, as her chest sprouted a pair of small bumps visible through the tight top. "Aah, oo~oOOOh..!" The growth of her breasts continued, pulling the top up off of her belly to reveal some muscle tone that I'm pretty sure hadn't been there before. Her arms and legs looked a bit more toned and fit too by now, come to think of it. I was already starting to remember meeting her as a werewolf girl named Haylie; the contents of our conversation over the last few minutes shifted around on me, too.

Her chest gave one last push forward, growing into an impressive rack; at the same time, she seemingly just couldn't help herself and howled: "Nnh, arf, rr~rfh, AWROOO~OOOH...!"

Just like that—after maybe ten or twenty seconds—it was over. She was left excitedly panting with a lot of red to her cheeks, slowly opening her eyes and putting on the biggest, goofiest grin ever; it was pretty cute, though.

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"Ahah, w-wow..! M-my first howl as a werewolf~!" she said excitedly. Haylie was pretty much my height now; even though she was a girl, she was decidedly more buff than Hayden had been. And she tackled me with a hug. "Ooh, thank you sooooo much!"

"Uh..y-you're welcome, I guess?" I said, gently returning the hug before pulling out of it. Brie, thankfully, isn't the jealous type, and I think Haylie knew we were together, since she stumbled backwards a few steps with an embarrassed look on her face.
"S-so, c-can I? Um? Please?"

I was briefly confused as to what she was asking, until I realized that the 'new' memory of our recent conversation included her asking to join our pack. Something about La Lune guiding her to meet us through a dream or whatever.

"Uh.."
"Well, we're not the alpha," Brie said while my mind was busy trying to catch up, "but I suspect she'll like you."
"There is uh..a test. Our pack has an..unusual one," I said, recovering.

"What kinda test?" Haylie asked excitedly. "Really, I'll do anything!"

"Um.."
"Nothing huge," Brie answered for me. "Just some petting of—and by—our alpha or beta. It's more about establishing that you and whichever has enough mutual trust. Lucky for you, our beta's right here~!" she said, gesturing at me.
"Uhh.."

"So, I just need to—um, let you pet me?" Haylie said. "I don't mind!"
"Um—not here! Or like this!" I interrupted, sensing that Brie was teasing me at this point. "Definitely somewhere way more private, like uh, my house?"

"That's fine, I got no plans," she said eagerly. "What'd you mean 'like this', though?"
Brie answered for me again, saying "Oh, just—" before reaching across to boop my nose.

I immediately felt her power rush through me, and let out a helpless "Aa~aaa~aah" in an increasingly girly voice as I rapidly turned into Kaela. I think this set a new record between us for transformation speed—like two to three seconds from guy to girl.
Brie just talked over me, saying, "Kaela's more comfortable if you're both girls for the test. Me too, honestly."

Haylie was immediately (I think somewhat understandably) distracted by the sight of my sudden change. "Whoooaa, you can do that?!"

"It's a thing between the two of us, 'cause of her power," Brie explained. "Not that I think she'd mind changing you every now and then~."
"Uh, y-yeah," I nodded, still feeling a little overstimulated from the sudden transformation.

So...we headed for my place. Along the way, I asked: "Um, Haylie?"
"Yeah?"
"You um..you were a Kitsune because your parents were, right?"
"Uh-huh?"
"Are they...still...foxes? Or did I..?"
"Oh, no, I'm adopted in this version of reality," she said, dismissively waving away my concern. "With fox siblings still as 'natural' kids. That's pretty convenient; I mean—I love this, but I'd feel bad forcing it on my family or whatever!"
"Y-yeah..that'd be, I wouldn't like that, either," I said.

Brie...seemed to want to watch the 'test'. I guess she's whatever the opposite of the jealous type is sometimes. So, less than an hour from meeting her, I wound up on my couch with Haylie hugging me and rubbing my ears while my girlfriend sat nearby and watched. It felt...nice, I admit. She has some very pleasant curves, and she's..pretty strong; those muscles aren't just for show. It had nothing on—well, on Brie—as far as I'm concerned, but I could feel her gratitude, her excitement, her eagerness to jump into the 'werewolf life', I guess. Those things were even more clear once we switched roles and she immediately started softly yipping and nuzzling my cheek. I cut it off before too long, remembering what happened with Lue, and hurried onto my feet away from her.

"Pffh..okay, okay!"

"Uh—did I do something wrong? Too much?" she said, looking concerned with her ears folded down.

"No, uh. You—you did fine. You passed, I'd say. Just..."

"You super passed!" Brie chipped in. "Enough she was getting worried about making me jealous."

That wasn't exactly true, but I decided that nodding and pretending to agree was better than trying to explain any deeper.

"Oh, really? Awesome! So uh—now what?"

"Well um..obviously the final word is with Lue. So we kinda need to introduce you, and get her opinion and everything..."
"I sent her some texts earlier," Brie said, getting out her phone. "Let's see...looks like she's free. So, I'm guessing you don't have any conflicts?"
"Nope!" Haylie said, getting a kind of starry-eyed expression..I think at the prospect of meeting a real alpha.

That enthusiasm didn't seem quite as present when Lue answered the door. Haylie sort of tilted her head a little bit...but still seemed friendly enough throughout the introductions. Since it was just the four of us talking, I was able to tell her that Haylie had been a fox who wanted to be a werewolf badly enough for my power to work...

"A little like Chris then, huh?"
"Maybe not as extreme," I said. "Uh—Chris is our 'omega'. But really, just another pack member. I mean we don't really do ranks exactly aside from obviously the alpha."

"That's cool! I don't really wanna worry about power structure drama. But like.."
"You have some concern?" Lue asked her, probably having noticed it since that head-tilt early on.

"Uh—don't take this the wrong way, but. You're not really, what I pictured an 'alpha' looking like? I mean—you're super cute, but don't look all that strong, or like tall or imposing or anything?"

I thought about mentioning how extremely different Lue's full-werewolf form is, or maybe explaining to Haylie later just how much of a dominant personality she is...but those ideas were kind of stopped in their tracks because Lue had this huge grin on. And I could just feel from her that I didn't need to say anything, or really interfere at all—just watch the show.

"We are total strangers, after all, Haylie. I wouldn't push you into joining my pack if you don't feel like I'd be an adequate alpha," she said first.
"Oh! Uh, that's not really—"
"I know, you don't mean any insult. But I'd hate for you to have doubts. So how about I just prove my strength to you? You ever arm wrestled anyone?"

"Oh? Yeah, some of my older brothers when I was younger, or the guys from my school. Lately nobody'll take me up on it, though. Guys really hate to win to a cute girl, y'know?"

"I really do," Lue said. "So, give me a try?" She put her arm out with the elbow on the table between them. Brie and I only exchanged a very brief glance before both getting up and clearing the area.

"Huh? Well, okay—if you're sure."

I think they both had in mind just one go at first, but it quickly turned into best-out-of-three, and then best-out-of five, and then...

Don't get me wrong—Haylie lost every round. But she put up a lot more of a fight than I expected; I think Lue would have enough force to throw my entire body out of the chair if I tried that, even in 'guy' form. By the end of this, she was panting and huffing, and Lue looked like she'd put in...maybe just a little bit of effort. But either way, the former-Kitsune said, "Okay, yeah..you're the real deal. Sorry I ever doubted. But—like—the way you look!"

"No no, I actually appreciate being challenged for once," Lue said, stretching her arms out above her head. "And I'm up for a rematch any time. But as for looking the part—I'll be sure to show you my true form later."
Haylie headtilted again. "Huh? Oh wait—you mean like, wolf form?" Lue nodded.

"That's something to behold," Brie added.

"So, with that—you're more than welcome to our pack, if you'd still like to join us," our alpha continued.

"Oh—yeah? Sweet! Awesome! Yeah, please!"

"Okay, okay," Lue said through a slight giggle. "Let's shake hands and make it official."

Once they did, Haylie said, "By the way—can you tell me a little more about the others? Including that 'Chris'?"

"Oh, right," I said. "Yeah—Chris was a human guy, under the veil, who was so excited about the concept of werewolves that he managed to 'pierce' it enough to see that they were real."

"And practically begged me to bite him, which I obviously couldn't," Lue said. "Now she's our cute little omega. I'm sure you'll get along great."
"Sounds like fun already!" Haylie said.

So...I guess we have a buff, slightly hyperactive party girl in our pack now. I actually think she'd wind up being the 'beta' if we were going by sheer physical fitness or ability to fight each other like 'traditional' packs do—or, I guess, did in the past. And...I'm not really sure how to feel about nearly all of our members, sometimes including myself, being people my weird power turned into girls. That's not even just our pack, though, now that I really think about it—so I guess I just shouldn't complain. At least they're all fun to be around.

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I should admit now, I'm pretty dry on ideas for exactly how to move forward with this story at this point. It's running right up against the end of the school year and the start of summer, and the biggest problem is I need to get Summoning up to about the same time-frame and sort out exactly how things move from there in, ideally, a more coordinated fashion. At some point I'm sort of obligated by continuity to have a big "Veil removal" event happen that would be concurrent to both stories.

Anyway, I hope you've enjoyed this bizarre story as it's been so far. This part (obviously) uses a generated image.