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[b][u][center]A Hairy Day of Changes 5

For javifur

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Another night separated for safety’s sake, though neither of them were happy about it. Jenn had seen the discontent on Amanda’s face as they separated later that night, each of them going to their bedrooms. She could almost smell the need that was coming off her girlfriend, and she knew that she wasn’t much better. The only reason that she was holding together as well as she had been was solely due to having a plan and the hopes of getting something better in the future.

That, and regular fingering. She had no idea what Amanda was doing with her lusts, but she was pretty sure that the red-head was going to be in trouble if she didn’t start pushing herself further with that. Their nightly fun before Amanda had started changing had set the standard that they both needed at that point, and going without it was…well, it wasn’t fun, she’d put it that way.

Jenn flopped out in bed and fell asleep quickly. The dreams for the night weren’t that bad, and were, in fact, rather fun. She dreamed of running with a pack of werewolves, their feet leaving large footprints as they ran through the fields and forests. They were naked, a little dirty, furry and hairy and uncaring about how that messed with the ideal of feminine beauty. All they cared about were each other.

She dreamed of naughty things, of long tongues, long toes, and long moans in the night. They were in an orgy of bliss by the time her phone woke her up the next morning, and she grumbled as she realized that she’d been woken up before she could cum in the dream. The sheets, however, were marked with the evidence of a number of orgasms through the night, and that would have to do.

She rolled out of bed, grumbling as she did. Her body hair needed a cleaning before they took their trip, and she looked forward to a good, long shower. It was going to need to be a long one, if she was going to get all of that properly groomed, and she needed that. Grandmother wasn’t going to accept her without being clean, without getting rid of the stink of all this sexy time.

She grumbled as she got to her feet, walking down the hall. Her eyes were still bleary with sleep as she knocked on Amanda’s door.

“Come on. Time to get up.”

“Mmmph…”

“Come on.”

Opening the door, she almost missed the sight of her girlfriend’s feet, but a second glance stopped her in her tracks. The need for a shower went up as she realized that she could see the beginning of paw-pads, finally, dark little things that were slowly growing out form the flesh of Amanda’s soles.

Looking further up, she could see the gray fur coming out of the body hair on the other woman’s legs. The transformation was far closer to complete, she realized, and as she looked further up, she saw that the red-head had started losing the significant red strands in her hair, turning them to fur, as well.

Amanda laid on her side, and – yes, that darkened nose had slowly turned into a muzzle overnight. Not much of one, more of a cute pointed thing at the end of her face rather than a proper wolf muzzle, but it was still enough to be different. She shook her head, whistling to herself.

Her eyes went back to the feet, though. They were dusty, no longer quite clean, though that would be fixed soon enough. Dark claws had started poking free of the toes, too, replacing the nails with something sharper. If they had fun, they’d have to be very careful with that, but at the same time, she looked forward to it. Those claws would add a different texture to the foot-humping stuff that they’d been doing, and the pads…

She knelt down, pressing her nose to the toes. One breath in, and she smelled the soft difference in scent. A little less sweat, and a little bit more of something a little bit bitter, a little bit salty. Something that was less human, for sure.

[i]Mmm…[/i]

A soft moan that was followed by a little shift on the bed. She let go of Amanda’s feet, getting back to hers.

“Come on, wake up,” she repeated.

“Why? Class isn’t for three hours…”

“We’re skipping class today.”

“No, ‘m not…”

“You might want to. The transformation went further overnight.”

“Huh? Wha – what?!”

Amanda sat up immediately, whipping the blankets out of the way. Her slight breasts were framed from between and the outside by thick gray fur, and the rest of her body had been marked in a similar way. She was covered with it from head to toe, and her fingers had the same blunted claws as her toes did.

Her girlfriend stared at her hands and feet for a moment, then slowly turned one leg so that she could see the bottom of her foot. Her cheeks turned red almost immediately as she realized just how…how sexy they were. That wasn’t just Jenn projecting, either. That was clear on Amanda’s face.

“How…oh, wow…”

“You like them?”

“Wow.”

“Yeah. Wow.” Jenn nodded. “But we need to call in. You can’t go to class like this. The minute your ears come in…”

“Yeah…yeah, you’re right.”

“You call in, I’ll shower, and then we’ll head out. My grandmother can help sort this out.”

“Your – what?”

“I found her name in the wolf papers, and they were from her to start with. Maybe we can get something from her that’ll start sorting this out a little bit.”

“You really think there’s a chance?”

“Who knows, but it’s our best shot.”

Amanda nodded, rolling the rest of the way out of bed with a groan and a stretch. She was clearly not entirely awake yet, just judging from the way that she jerked as soon as her feet hit the ground. She wasn’t ready for the sensitivity of the pads, for sure. Jenn shook her head, turning around and heading for the bathroom.

A shower, yes. A cold shower, just to keep her from getting tempted.

#

Breakfast was a short thing, and then they were in the car. Jenn was driving this time, not daring to try it with Amanda getting distracted by the new instincts, and not about to risk ripping the wheel apart with the long claws that had replaced her nails. That, and the fact that the other woman was dressed in a hoodie that covered her face almost completely, meant that Amanda was a total danger behind the wheel at that moment.

She wasn’t that much better, though. She wasn’t used to driving, and there were a few close calls as she had to fight her own instincts. Mostly curiosity, and the smell in the air, and the occasional moment when they were passing close to a restaurant with good meat.

On the plus side, fast food smelled terrible, so they were able to skip those restaurants easily enough.

“How long does it take to get there?” Amanda asked.

“About an hour.”

“Right. Right. I can wait that long. I hope.”

She hoped so, too. The pair of them were both antsy, and neither of them were quite able to tolerate any footwear in the car. The buzzing underside was tickling her feet more than a little bit, making it tricky to keep her focus while holding the gas pedal down, but she knew that it had to be infinitely worse for Amanda. If those pads were half as sensitive as hers had been, then this was a pleasurable hell.

And considering the smell in the car, she was pretty sure that it was pretty damn hellish and sensitive.

[i]This is…not fair…[/i]

She gritted her teeth, trying to keep her own arousal down. The cold shower had helped, even though she’d ended up fingering herself regardless in there, but now that she was locked in a hot-box of a car with another horny woman, her needs were rising. Her nipples were hard against the inside of her shirt, and she growled as she hunched forward over the wheel. The idea of reaching over with one hand and teasing her girlfriend was a hot one, as was the idea of encouraging her to do the same, but they were on the goddamn freeway, and that meant that it was a stupid idea. She’d have lambasted some guy for getting road-head in that sort of situation, and this was far more dangerous.

Still, the idea lingered, and her panties started to suffer for it. She growled under her breath, bonking her head against the wheel anytime that she had a moment of safety to do it, and the impact usually helped her focus again.

Well, at least a little.

They were just getting off the freeway after forty-five minutes of silence when Amanda whimpered. She glanced over at her girlfriend.

“What?”

“I…I need to…”

“Not in the car, you don’t.”

“Please?”

“No. Grandma isn’t going to be happy about the fact that we both stink, anyway. We’re not going to stop and get off on the way.”

“But it’s so…so…”

“Trust me. You should have done it before we left.”

“Nnngh…”

“Trust me, I know it sucks, but it’ll be worse if you go in that house stinking. She’ll never let you live it down.”

“She doesn’t know me…”

“No, but she knows me, and I’ll give her your number if you get me in trouble.”

“I thought we were girlfriends.”

“Yeah, we are. That kind of bullshit would need you to be the savior of the world to get me to do that.”

“…I’ll work on that.”

They chuckled, though Amanda was still positively red-faced, and her thighs kept rubbing together. Jenn was already grateful that she’d packed more than one pair of panties for their trip; it seemed like they’d both need a change before they reached her grandmother.

#

They parked just outside the little house at the edge of the suburbs, doing their best not to be obvious about what they were doing in the car when they changed. It was easier for Amanda, considering that she’d worn a long skirt that went all the way down to her ankles. Jenn had to take her pants off, then her underwear, and put on a new pair after wiping herself down with the old pair. If anyone had been passing by, she swore it would have looked like she was humping the air with how much she was squirming around at that point.

Shaking her head, she pushed the door open once she was fully dressed. The rough pavement under her feet was a good distraction from the raw smell of pussy that permeated the car, and she fanned the door a few times to try and get it to go away. Amanda did the same on her side, shaking her head.

“Sorry. I didn’t think I was getting that bad.”

“It’s fine.”

“You sure?”

“No.”

She shook her head. Her grandmother had always been very specific about how she wanted her house to be treated. With respect, with kindness, and without the smell of the outside world. She had always thought that the older woman was just so used to her own stale smell that she just didn’t like anything else.

If she was a werewolf, though, that suddenly made more sense. That much outside smell would drive her nuts, particularly if she was trying to ignore that.

[i]Hope she doesn’t get mad at me…[/i]

She shook her head, pulling the box with the various papers out of the back of the car. With as much of the smell removed as they could manage, and some fabric deodorizer carefully applied, the barefoot women walked up to the front door of the house. Jenn took a deep breath, then knocked on the door.

“Coming,” an aged voice called from within.

“She sounds old,” Amanda said.

“She is. I think she’s in her 90s, now.”

“You think?”

“We haven’t talked for a while.”

Not since she’d been in her teens, for sure. She couldn’t remember why. Just a gradual distancing, as far as she was aware. Maybe there was something more that she’d discover today, but…well, did it matter?

A few footsteps were heard before the solid oak door was opened. A little old lady with gray, full hair opened the door, standing at Jenn’s height – which was short enough – and wearing a long purple dress that erased all shape of the body. It went right down to the floor, covering her feet. Jenn was struck by the memory of her grandmother always doing this, and chalked that up to another potential bit of evidence.

Not that she needed that when her grandmother sniffed the air, looked down, and then slapped a hand over her face.

“Oh, lordy, you girls did it, didn’t you?” the old woman asked.

“You can tell?” Amanda asked, her eyebrows shooting up.

“Barefoot girls that don’t know no better. Get in, get in.”

They were herded into the house, not allowed to slow down until they walked down the angled hallway. They passed the guest room and the kitchen and were dragged towards the living room at the far end. They were pushed to sit down, followed by a spray-down by a bottle that the old woman kept beside her chair. Both Jenn and Amanda gagged as they were pelted with one spray after another.

“Gran – ack – grandma, what the hell?!”

“You stink. I’m not dealing with that in my house, little missy. You know the rules; ain’t bringing [i]that[/i] into my place.”

She should have known this was going to happen, but it was still a shock. The spray bottle had never smelled good before, always like some sort of organic cleaner that was filled to the brim with something harsh and ‘natural’, but with her new nose, it positively burned. It killed every other smell that it came in contact with, burning it out of existence and replacing it with that bitter, herby smell that was impossible to escape.

She felt like she was going to hack up a lung by the time that the spray stopped, and even then, the smell lingered. Jenn gagged, coughing a couple times as the old woman sat down.

“Now, what kinda stupid did you girls do? I gotta assume that it was little Jenn here that started this whole malarky.”

“Why me?”

“Because you were always too curious for your own good, girl. You think I didn’t see you poking around? Shuffling through the attic? Didn’t know you were curious about [i]everything[/i]?”

“…Well, you always hid the best stuff.”

“Heh, that I did. That a confession?”

“…Kinda. Your stuff was in the attic with everything else the family keeps storing over there.”

“WHAT?!”

The old woman was on her feet faster than anyone her age should have been, and Jenn had a moment where she saw the dress go up. Just for a half-second, but she saw all the body-hair that she was dealing with. Her grandmother was definitely a werewolf, that much was for sure.

“What happened?! What’d you see?”

“This.”

She held out the box, and her grandmother took it, flipping the lid off and looking inside. As soon as she did, she sucked on her teeth, hissing under her breath.

“Oh, dear. That wasn’t supposed to happen, girls. I’m so sorry.”

“What happened? What is that, anyway?” Amanda asked.

“Well, it [i]used[/i] to be a book, but looks like my ungrateful [i]bitch[/i] of a daughter ripped it apart,” the old woman said, shaking her head. “I told her that she didn’t have to be part of it, but was that enough? Noooo, she wanted to rip it up so that nobody ever became like me again. Goddamn hypocrite after she ran wild…”

“Mom was a werewolf?” Jenn asked.

“Was? Ha! Still is, she just pretends she’s not. On so many ‘medications’ that she probably forgets. Stupid girl. Stupid, stupid girl, trying to bury this.”

“What was so stupid about it?” Amanda asked. “I mean…I kinda like this, but what made it so stupid? I can see why someone would be…you know, scared of it.”

The old woman turned her head to the former red-head until Amanda looked away. Her stern gaze made it quite clear that she wasn’t keen on the question, and she maintained the glare until Jenn cleared her throat.

“Grandma…she didn’t try and get roped into this. That was…that was my fault.”

“…Lovers?” the old woman asked.

“Um…yeah.”

“Great. That explains a lot…”

“What do you mean?”

“Your stink, for one.”

“I tried to keep clean, but…well, it’s making us both…very…”

“Heated,” the old woman said, putting the lid back on the box. “And no question. Neither of you were pulled into this right. Neither of you got turned properly, the way that this would happen if [i]I[/i] was the one in charge. Dammit…”

“What can you do?” Jenn asked. “We…I found out that your name was on the front page, after getting it translated – that’s not going to hurt the one that translated it, is it?”

“No, no. The words are harmless, unless you’ve got the moon-blood.”

“Is that just…werewolf stuff, or?”

“That’s what we call it, girl. But it’s also about the bloody times. Your personal bloody times?”

“…Oh. That.”

“Yes. That.”

That made her feel a little stupid, but at least that was something that made sense. She didn’t have to worry so much about the whole ‘moon-blood’ being something monstrous when it was just her period, and she could track that well enough to know when the were-stuff was coming. She was already dealing with that enough in college that she could find a way to schedule those days off when her period was coming and excuse it under the idea of horrible cramps.

Still, at least Ryuki was going to be okay. At least she didn’t have to worry about a transformation happening out of nowhere.

Shuffling a bit on the couch, she watched as her grandmother turned to Amanda again. Her girlfriend reached for her hand, and Jenn squeezed it gently.

“You, on the other hand. Girl, you got turned…I hate saying this, but you were…intimate. Heated. Did she finish in your mouth?”

“…A few times.”

“That did it.” She sighed. “Well, you’ll be harder to fix, but I got a few remedies. After everything that Jenn’s mother did, we had to come up with ways of dealing with the second-turned.”

“Is that what you call someone getting fucked into werewolf-hood?”

“Ideally, she’d be starting a pack that way, of other weres beneath her that were more fully changed, but that’s something that nobody has done in generations,” the old woman said. “There’s so much that you have to do to keep track of them, so many little herbs and medicines that you have to take to moderate the full transformation that it’s just safer not to start it in the first place. Not that your mother cared about that until she almost exposed everyone…”

Jenn was doing her absolute best not to picture her mother having that level of sexual relations. All things considered, she didn’t want to think of her mom doing that, particularly after she had done her best to ignore the wall-thumping fun that the older woman had been doing before she’d gone off to college. Either her grandmother didn’t know what sort of stuff that woman got up to, or there was something else going on to keep her from infecting anyone else. Either way, it was better left in the dark.

“But you know how to…fix this?” Amanda asked.

“Yes, yes, I’ve been doing it for years now. I’ll give you the recipe for the teas you’ll need to drink.”

“…Does it have to be tea? Can’t it be a pill?”

“Tea, girl. It’s tea. And you’ll drink it and like it.”

Jenn patted Amanda’s hand. The other girl was a coffee drinker through and through, but she’d get used to it. She hoped.

“Um, one more thing, grandma.”

“What is it, girl?”

“The, um, the transformation kinda…gave me something else.”

“Something up here?” the old woman asked, pointing at her head. “Or down here?” she asked, pointing to her groin.

“Uh…kinda more the latter. It made me like…”

“Feet?”

The sheer bluntness of asking her that only made her blush that much harder. She rubbed the back of her head, looking down at the ground, trying not to curl her toes into the carpet. Still, she at least managed to nod in answer.

“The change hits everyone differently, usually brings something like that. Your mom loved barebacking it, and that hit every single partner she had. Couldn’t get anyone to use a condom, so we had to do other things. Looks like you got hit with that.”

“And…does it affect others?”

“Everyone you change, yeah.”

“Everyone?”

“Everyone.”

“So, if I changed someone else besides Amanda –”

“They’d share your kink, yeah.”

Jenn and Amanda glanced at each other. They both knew what the other was thinking, she was sure. They were both imagining what it would be like if they had a pack that was completely focused on, well, feet. The idea of having other wolves like them, of having other people that were so interested in that, was definitely sexy enough to get them interested. They shifted slightly, grinding their legs together a bit –

“No horny in my house!”

And then the spray came out again, dousing them until they were gagging over the edges of the couch. They huffed and coughed and sputtered, barely holding it together as the smell of harsh herbs filled the air.

By the time that the cloud faded, they realized that the old woman had gone to the kitchen. She was humming and huffing as she started tossing different things into a pot and bag, the smell of hot water boiling and then being ‘seasoned’ with the different ingredients for tea banishing the worst of the spray. Jenn shook her head.

“Looks like you’re getting your first dose here,” she said.

“Ugh. Tea.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

“Easy for you to say. You don’t have to drink it.”

“Jenn!” The old woman leaned around the kitchen doorway. “You’ll need something too. As the new pack leader, you’ll need to control yourself. I’ll put together some suppressing teas for you, girl.”

“…You were saying?” Jenn muttered.

#

They eventually left, the pair of them loaded down with new teas and with Amanda halfway back to being a normal person. The old woman said that it would be a full transformation back by the time that they reached the dorm, but the tea would wear off every six hours, and each transformation back would take at least two. If they were going to go anywhere, they needed to have the tea two hours before they were due to leave, and drink another dose at least an hour before each dose was due to wear off if they wanted an uninterrupted effect. That was easy enough to understand, even if it was a little difficult to convince Amanda that she needed to keep drinking it.

“It tastes horrible,” the red-head muttered as she got into the driver’s seat. “I hate it.”

“Do you want people to see you?”

“…No.”

“Then I guess you’re stuck with it.”

The roles had shifted between them, she realized. Sure, Amanda still had some of her confidence, but it had been shaken quite badly during her own transformation. That, and from what her grandmother had said, Jenn was the alpha of the pair of them. She had been the were-puppy, but now that she was responsible for Amanda’s changes, that meant that there were probably going to be some shifts in how they interacted with one another.

The idea of being in charge was a weird one. She didn’t know what to do with it, and she really didn’t know how to react to the responsibility that it forced on her. She would be playing it by ear for some time, and that…well, that was going to make things just a little bit trickier than she liked.

They were underway shortly after, heading back to the freeway. The teas had managed to restrain some of the worst of their instincts, and she had to admit, she was rather happy not to have such a sensitive nose at that point. She rubbed under her nostrils, shaking her head as she only barely caught the tang of arousal from the woman beside her.

“So…are you going to do it?” Amanda asked.

“Do what?”

“Start a pack.”

“…You think I should?”

“I think you’ll probably do it, eventually. I mean, I’ve seen the way that you’ve been staring at everyone’s feet.”

“I was fine here.”

“That was your grandma. You’re not going to stare at her.”

“…”

“But everyone else? We both know it, Jenn, come on. You’re going to get tempted, eventually. Maybe you already have.”

[i]Ryuki…[/i]

The idea of turning that shy, barefoot roleplayer into a werewolf as part of their shared pack was a hot one. She was even smaller than Jenn was, and those soles had been lovely to look at. The idea of her having some part of their pack, being among them and learning to enjoy each other? That was hot as hell, and she would probably learn to love the ladies just a bit more once she started to change.

[i]And others?[/i]

She didn’t know how far she’d take it once she got started was the problem. Even with the tea that would suppress those that were infected with the werewolf curse, what was she supposed to do when they started to act out when she wasn’t around? What if they started to spread it further?

That was something that she should have asked, but she had her grandmother’s phone number now, and that meant she could just call her later. She looked down at her phone, then looked back at Amanda.

“Do you want to check into a hotel instead of going back to the dorm?”

“Why?”

“Well, privacy, for one.”

“…You think we can risk it?”

“We got the tea to turn you back. I think it’ll be okay.”

“Long as we don’t mug a delivery boy?”

“Or girl.”

“Only if they’re cute enough.”

They smiled, and for the first time in a while, Jenn realized that she was starting to relax again. They were away from the college, away from anyone that might out them or recognize them. There was nothing to worry about out here. They were…

They were safe. They were able to have fun, and they were able to be themselves, and there was nothing that could stop them. She tapped her phone a few times, bringing up a map and some hotels in the area, and found one that had a decent price. Setting it to GPS mode, she passed it over, and Amanda started following the route back to town.

She curled her toes against the floor of the car, feeling the soft buzz that came from it. The tea that her grandmother had offered her gave her the ability to wear shoes again, she realized. Everything was a little more dulled, a little more faded from what she was used to. It would give her the chance to live a normal life, if she wanted.

The question was, did she want to? It was hard to tell anymore. This was…fun, in its own weird way. Why ruin that?

It was a quiet drive to the hotel, but one that was filled with loving, happy, and lustful looks between her and Amanda. There was no denying what they were both looking forward to when they got to the hotel, and neither of them seemed to feel any shame. For herself, Jenn was actually starting to look forward to the stares that she’d get for walking barefoot into the building. She knew that she could put something on, but she didn’t want to. She wanted to flaunt herself a bit more, to show just how wild she could be.

[i]Is that the werewolf, or just…me?[/i]

She didn’t know, but at that moment, she didn’t entirely care. All she wanted was the chance to be with Amanda again, to have that sort of intimacy that they had been denying themselves after learning that she was in the process of transforming. Now that they had a way to handle that, it was time to make up for lost time.

They pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, looked up at the six-story building, and then at each other.

“Shall we?” Amanda asked.

“You bet, pretty-feet.”

For the first time, she made Amanda blush rather than the other way around. She hoped that it wouldn’t be the last.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Amanda and Jenn go to visit Jenn’s grandmother in hopes of finding out more about the werewolf curse, and what they can do to handle it.

Tags: F/solo, F/F, relationship, human, werewolf, barefoot, wet, aroused, pussy, worldbuilding, foot focus, teasing, series,