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[b][u][center]A Hairy Day of Changes 6

for Javifur

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

The tea worked like a charm, and so long as they kept up with their doses, it was impossible to tell that they weren't human when they left their dorm. Well, most of the time.

Amanda was completely on the ball with taking her 'medicine,' as she had come to call the tea. They both agreed that it was the better term, considering how vile it tasted and how it was almost a torture to get it down at the best of times. She took it regularly, even had a timer set so that she knew just when to take it to keep that ball rolling and keep the transformation from taking control during public time. Over the week since they'd gone to visit Jenn's grandmother, Amanda had only transformed back three times, and each time had been in the privacy of their shared house.

Jenn was...different. She didn't take the same dose-strength as her lover did, and she was more inclined to allow a few wolfish traits to show. The body-hair in particular was something that made her feel nice, with the little dark threads of hair - well, fur, really, but was fine enough that nobody noticed so long as she didn't skip more than a dose here and there - showing along her arms and legs, and particularly in the underarms. Some of the guys had stopped being interested in her, but that was fine; she wasn't interested in them, anymore.

She had stopped taking shoes to school, too. Some of the professors had gotten on her case about it, but did she really care? Not really. They could make her wear shoes for a while, if they wanted. She would take them off as soon as class was over and then head through the halls barefoot again, savoring the feeling of people staring at her bare soles and the feeling of the cool linoleum and the soft carpets under her feet.

She was just rubbing her feet at the breakfast table, massaging them idly, when Amanda walked in from the shower. The other woman shook her head.

"You're going to get in trouble with that, eventually."

"Eh, people can complain as much as they like. I'm not stopping," Jenn said.

"Yeah? And what happens when you step on a rock and cut yourself?"

"I guess we find out if we're the kind of werewolves that can regenerate."

"And if it's bad enough that someone sees you bleeding like mad, and then be completely fine the next day?"

"...Oh, stop being so logical," she muttered, looking down at the table and pouting.

Amanda chuckled, shaking her head as she went to the fridge. Considering she was wearing nothing but her bathrobe and the fact that she was about due her next dose of the suppression tea, she was showing just about everything, and Jenn took a moment to really admire her lover.

Amanda was beautiful, she really was. Soft, loving, with a pair of petite feet and strong legs, and a nice butt, too. She smiled at the view from behind, particularly when her girlfriend got up on tiptoes while bending over, showing off her soles.

"Pretty-feet," she teased.

As Amanda blushed, she shook her head. That had become the other woman's nickname for the last week, ever since they had found out who was really in charge. Amanda was, admittedly, the one with the better head on her shoulders, but Jenn was the one that had the Alpha title. They did what she decided. It was just...smarter, generally, to let Amanda have plenty of time to talk rather than just running straight ahead with her own ideas, particularly considering how she was getting more and more tempted to start expanding their little relationship.

She was just starting to think about that, her thighs rubbing together, when Amanda sniffed the air. Jenn tried to think of something else, but the moment was gone.

"You're thinking of her again," the blonde said.

"Who?"

"That girl that you've been thinking of. The one that translated the papers for you."

"Oh...maybe."

"Come on, don't pretend with me. I'm not jealous."

"Much."

"Much," Amanda granted. "Maybe a little bit; after all, I'm not sure if you're thinking of me or her when we're together in bed, and that's a little insulting, wouldn't you say?"

"...Okay, you got a point with that one. But I can promise, I'm thinking of you?"

"Really?"

"...95% of the time."

"Good enough."

Pouring herself a cup of the suppression tea, Amanda did the same for her. Jenn made a face as the cold liquid was placed before her, sighing.

"I don't want to take that..."

"Come on. You know you ride the razor's edge all the time. No need to wolf out in front of a professor, right?"

"I'm fine."

"When was your last dose, then?"

"...Yesterday."

"At?"

"...Noon."

"Drink."

She sighed, but there was little point in fighting it. Not when Amanda was right. She just...she really liked the feeling of confidence and sexiness that being more wolf-like gave her. She could reduce the whole thing down to her old human form, if she wanted, but there was something missing when she did that. It always felt like she wasn't really herself, not the self that she really wanted to be.

She didn't feel like a wolf. Didn't feel sexy, powerful, dominant.

Didn't feel [i]right.[/i]

Still, she was risking more than she should. If she took it too far, she might start flirting with her female professors, and [i]that[/i] was something that they could get on her case for. The last thing that she wanted was to get tossed out of college befoer she'd made her own pack. After that, she could start thinking about whether she wanted to stay, because she'd have some support from the rest of them, but until then, she needed to think about this sanely, rather than with her pussy and her feet and the libido burning through both.

She chugged the tea, the only way that she could stand to drink it. Even so, the bitter-herby taste, followed by the shock of pepperyness that was always right behind it, caught her with a one-two punch. She gagged, coughing and sputtering as she dragged her head from side to side.

"God, that's horrible..."

"I'm still not convinced that she's not punishing you for this whole thing," Amanda admitted. "Your grandmother was...not keen on this."

"Well, she's not here."

"But we still need the tea. So, we do what she says. Right?"

"...Yeah. Yeah."

"...So, are you going to talk to...you know, this mystery girl?"

"You know, I think I might."

That was the thing that she'd been working up the courage to do for the last week. The whole idea of creating a pack had stuck with her since that visit to her grandmother, and the more that she'd thought about it, the better it sounded. She needed the right people, of course - and those sorts of people would likely consist of cute girls, if she could help it - but that didn't mean that she could just leap into it. The better that they liked her, the more that they'd be willing to accept her as Alpha, and that was something that she needed to keep in mind.

Ryuki. That girl had been cute as hell, and she had been smart, too, someone that had known how to translate a language that might have been dead, for all she knew. Nice and sweet, and possibly with a foot fetish already. Not that someone without one would be a bad thing, but -

[i]Admit it, you want her under your feet, and you want to see her feet transform.[/i]

She groaned, rubbing her face as she felt some of the fur sinking back into her arms, seeping into her legs. She looked down, watching as the start of claws began to drag back into her toes, and she sighed as some of the padding under her feet was pulled in, too. Now it was just dirt down there. Not much, just enough to look like pads, but it was there. As she wiggled her toes, getting rid of the dead hair that had been culled by the tea, she sighed.

"I wish I could just stay that way..."

"I know. And you'd look great," Amanda said, taking her by the hand. "But we can't."

"I know. I know."

"Maybe later, after graduation."

"Or before."

"After," Amanda said. "Please. After."

"..."

"Jenn..."

"Okay, okay. After. For now, at least, after."

That was the sticking point between them, at least currently. Amanda wanted to finish college, while Jenn was finding it more and more of a drag compared to what they could do with the werewolf bodies. They could run, they could play, they could [i]fuck.[/i] God, they could fuck. There was something so much more enticing about being something different than humans that it was so hard to be interested in human things anymore.

How was she supposed to stay in class when all she wanted to do was chase the smells outside? How was she supposed to be focused on the history of the world when there were hot girls that were begging for attention just outside the window? How was she supposed to pay attention to math when there were delicious meats just begging to be consumed just a few rooms down?

It was impossible. Completely impossible. But Amanda asked her to try, and so far, she was doing her very best to stay focused on living like a person. It might have been easier on the tea, taking more doses, but she had tried that for a day, and it just made her feel worse, almost like she was deliberately suppressing everything that she was, and choosing to be miserable rather than just being stuck with it for a while.

Shaking her head as the tea took away the slight pointiness to her ears and the shagginess in her hair, she cracked her neck from one side to the other before getting up. She shouldered her bookbag, grabbed an apple, and started walking for the door.

"Where are you going?" Amanda asked. "You don't have class yet."

"Ryuki does, though."

"That's her name? Sounds Japanese."

"Might be." Jenn shrugged. "But I figure, might as well get to know her better, rather than just fantasizing about her."

"You think you'll pull her in today?"

"I might."

"And if you don't?"

"Then you better be ready for a [i]lot[/i] of fun."

#

Morning at campus was...well, to put it mildly, it was frustrating. She was already horny as could be, but without finding Ryuki right away, she realized that there was no outlet for it. Even though she couldn't just push the other woman down and start slobbering on her feet, or sticking her toes in the other woman's pussy, or grinding on her, there would still have been pleasure in her company. Instead, the short woman was nowhere to be found, probably actually in class rather than skipping it like Jenn had half-hoped she'd do.

The barefoot woman sighed, sitting just outside the library as she cracked a book open. She laid it over her lap, trying not to think about the various sexual urges that were still running through her, nor the instincts of the wolf that were buried just under that.

[i]Could go running,[/i] the wolf thought. [i]Or go exploring. Many scents. Could go eat. Could go do this. Could sleep. Could raise tail and -[/i]

"Mmmph."

Jenn shook her head. The tea kept the wolf from taking over, but there was still that buzz of desire and thought and want that was buried in the back of her skull. It was still there, just not as loud as it would have been without the tea. The human side of her, the part of her that wanted to be the wolf, was frustrated, too. She didn't like this cautious way of living, this having to hide. Ever since she learned the sort of attention that she could draw, the way that she could have power over others if they just had [i]fun[/i] together, it had made her want to experiment.

She'd never had much in the way of people. She wanted to know what it was like to have them, to enjoy them, to hold them and know that they weren't going away. There was something magical to the idea of having them so close to her, so devoted to her, so interested in the same things that she liked. They were her people, then, and she...she would be the one to take care of them, just like they took care of her.

That was the fantasy. She doubted that she was ever going to get it, but that was the fantasy. She rubbed her thigh for a moment, stopping her fingers from going further up her jeans and putting them back on the book.

The afternoon breeze played through her toes, stirring them gently and almost tickling her sole. Every now and then, someone walked out of the library, and she could feel them staring at her foot for a moment. Every stare was a mix of 'what the fuck' and 'god, that's weird' and 'mmm'. There was always an 'mmm' feeling, like someone enjoying what they'd caught sight of.

Of course, it wasn't the same as what someone might have done if they'd seen her naked, or showing off her breasts or her other parts, but there was always that slight naughty feeling of showing something that would normally be covered up. She smiled, no longer quite the shy smile that would have meant she was embarrassed for it, but more the confident smile of an Alpha that knew that she deserved that sort of attention.

"Excuse me."

Jenn looked up to see a rather matronly woman standing over her. White-haired and wearing thick glasses, she was the epitome of a dragon-lady that had been stuffed into some corner of the university to lord over it until the end of time, and that wasn't too far off the mark. Ms. Markins was the assistant librarian, and the terror of the halls.

"What do you call this, young lady?"

"What?"

"This state of...undress," the old woman said, gesturing down at her bare feet.

"I'm just relaxing for a minute, that's all."

"Relaxing and showing skin. Put something on."

"...Since when did you become the one to enforce a dress code?"

"Now, little hussy. Now, put something on."

"Like what?"

"There are flip-flops, at the very least, at the student store. Get them."

"You can't -"

"I will put down a personal ban on you from the library if you don't."

"..."

Her jaw dropped. This was the first time that someone had ever come at her with this force, or this fury. The sheer indignation that Ms. Markins had for the fact that she had no shoes was rather...terrifying. And just a little enjoyable, to be fair, considering the mix of embarrassment and teasing pleasure she had for tweaking the old woman's nose.

But she couldn't afford to be banned from a building. Amanda would hear about it, and then she would never hear the end of it. And more to the point, it would mean that she would start getting in more trouble across the campus. She sighed, getting to her feet, trying to show more nonchalance than she actually felt.

"Well, if it'll get you off my back, I guess I don't have a choice."

"No, you don't."

"You are a crazy -"

"Finish that sentence at your peril, girl."

A short stare-down that she ended up losing later, she was on her way to the student store. It wasn't far away, only a few buildings down. The sliding doors opened, and the air conditioning sent a chill down her spine that was most pleasant. She walked past the clerk, who leaned over the desk to see her walk by - something that made her smile again - before making her way to the sandals at the back of the store.

Flip-flops were the only things that she'd deign to wear, now. She didn't like them, either, but they were better than being shouted at all the time, and at least those were a little more show-y than some of the other shoes. Jenn picked out a pair of soft blue ones, as minimalist as possible, and carried them back to the front.

Six dollars later, she walked back out, and almost ran right into Ryuki. The smaller girl was so short that it was easy for even Jenn to overlook her. Stumbling backwards to avoid running over her, Jenn blushed and shook her head.

"So sorry about that. I wasn't looking where I was going."

"Sorry. My fault," Ryuki said, keeping her eyes down.

"Let me make it up to you."

"Not needed."

"No, seriously. I've been looking for you all day, just to say thanks for the translation. That really helped me out, and now, I owe you for almost running you over."

"..."

"Just a coffee, huh?"

"...Just coffee?"

"Just coffee."

And quite a bit more than that if this worked out, but that wasn't exactly something that she was going to say, was it? She shuffled from foot to foot, still wishing that she could forgo the flip-flops for now, but she dealt with it as best she could. Ryuki looked around her for a moment, then slowly nodded.

"Okay," the short woman whispered.

"Great. I'll see you at the Creamed Bean?"

"Sure."

"Four-thirty?"

"Sure, sure," Ryuki said, squirming past her. "Sorry. Late."

She turned to watch the other woman go, shaking her head at the brief blur of dark hair and sandals before Ryuki was lost in the taller stands of overpriced goods in the store. So shy, so very, very shy.

Then again, she had been almost as bad not that long ago, and she had become someone very different through the course of becoming a werewolf. She wondered if the same sort of thing could happen to that cutie.

[i]And I wonder what she'd look like...squirming...learning how good it feels...[/i]

Jenn shook her head. No, no, no. Now she really was getting too into the wolf-thoughts. Turning her back on the store, she made her way down to the Creamed Bean. She needed to get a few drinks of her own, particularly if she wanted to get any of the suppression tea down. Maybe Amanda had a point. Maybe she was letting it get a little too out of control, these days.

#

She spent the rest of the day reading her book, using that to keep herself centered rather than distracted with the goings-on at the coffee shop. The various customers kept looking at her, probably from the fact that she was only technically wearing her shoes - her toes were pressed against them, but her soles were properly exposed - and she was huffing to herself from time to time. The huffing came from the occasional whimper of the wolf-side, wanting to get out and enjoy itself, and the fact that she was deliberately short-dosing herself on the suppression tea for confidence.

[i]I don't need to be a wolf to get her to hang out. I can just...[/i]

Jenn didn't know if she could believe that, but she wanted to. She really wanted to believe that she was more than just the sensual wolf that she was becoming. There was more to her, a happy, intelligent side that was part of how she'd gotten to be friends with Amanda in the first place. She was smart, she was creative. That was all good, and that had been there before the wolf had become part of her life.

But that didn't mean that the wolf wasn't better in some ways. That didn't mean that she didn't feel so much [i]better[/i] when her furry bits were showing.

She had seen the fur growing from her arms and legs multiple times, and had seen the same rings of fur popping out on her fingers and toes that had been part of the wolf form. She had taken the time to slowly drink the suppression tea over the course of the last few hours, keeping the wolf just barely under the surface, ensuring that she had control, but also making sure that she had the power and confidence that the wolf gave her.

Four-thirty arrived, and Ryuki stepped through the doors right on time. The long-haired, downcast woman kept her eyes on the floor, shuffling forward without ever looking up. She sat down, tapping her fingers together. Jenn knew that she'd have to get the ball rolling.

"So, um, do you want a cup of coffee?" she asked.

"Do you mind?"

"I don't mind. What would you like?"

"Decaf. Mocha."

"You got it."

Getting up, she couldn't help but notice that the slight woman was even more shy out here, now that they were alone. She wondered if Ryuki was considering this a date. If she was, that was flattering. True, too, but it was mostly flattering; it was something that meant that she was doing the right thing.

Placing the order, she returned to the table, knowing that their coffee would be brought soon. The other woman had pulled out a workbook, scratching away with her pencil in the meantime.

"Whatcha doing?" Jenn asked.

"Work."

"What kind?"

"Math."

"...Is that something you like?"

"Helps a bit. Not as much as other languages, but...kinda good."

"Heh. Does that help you at the game group?"

She smiled slightly, her cheeks lighting up with a hint of a blush as she nodded. Finally, something of an in.

"You know, I've been thinking of getting into an RPG group, but it's never felt that friendly. Particularly for someone like me," she said, sitting down. "What's it like with yours?"

"Open. Pretty...pretty friendly. Not always...quiet."

"They talk over you a bit?"

"Sometimes." She hesitated, then closed the workbook. "I...like to play skill-monkeys. They like the dice rolls. Don't like the ideas."

"What kind of ideas?"

"Just...different ways." Ryuki tapped her fingers together again, looking down and away.

Just when Jenn was thinking that she might have dragged them into an uncomfortable topic, the coffee arrived. She took her own white latte, sipping at it as Ryuki downed half her drink in one gulp. She seemed to take some comfort from it, though, which was something.

[i]She really needs someone that can listen...[/i] Jenn thought. [i]...I hope I can still do that.[/i]

For the moment, at least, she wasn't thinking with her crotch quite so much. While Amanda was definitely more forthcoming and more open - perhaps because of her experience as a popular girl in high school and here - Ryuki was someone that had obviously never been comfortable in the presence of others. She seemed to be the sort of woman that was happy enough being a wall-flower, and then letting everyone else do what they wanted.

Except, she wasn't. She wouldn't be so bothered about the group taking her rolls in the game and then ignoring everything else if she was that satisfied with staying in the background. Jenn cocked her head to the side.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"...Why do you ask?"

"You don't seem happy. I mean...not now. Not like other times I've seen you."

"When did you see me happy?"

Her heart all but cracked at that moment. To hear someone say something like that was really one of those things that you never expected, particularly someone that seemed like they had an okay enough life. 'When did you see me happy?' That was something that you expected from a person on suicide watch, not someone that you were on a quasi-date on in the college coffee shop.

"Well...when you were doing the translation, for one," Jenn admitted.

Ryuki didn't answer that, nor did her expression change, but there was a slight blush to her cheeks. Jenn took that as the win that it was, remembering the weirdness between them at that point, but also just the fact that the other woman had seemed to enjoy the task. She had been fascinated with what she was doing, even though she had run off almost immediately afterward. It was...weird, but not bad.

She tried to smile, reaching out slowly. She almost managed to take Ryuki's hand before the other woman pulled it away.

"That was different," Ryuki muttered.

"Why?"

"Because...because I was working."

"You're happier when you're working?"

"Keeps me from thinking."

"Well...there's lots of ways to do that."

Jenn was almost surprised at her own forwardness with that, but more surprised that the blush only got deeper on her 'date's' face. She'd half-expected that to scare the shy woman off, but instead, she was still sitting there, still shuffling on her chair as she sipped her drink.

[i]This is so weird...but...[/i]

"The weird ideas you had for the group...are they, um...kinda kinky?"

She had not thought one person could blush that much, but as the other woman kept sucking down her decaf mocha, it was clear that she was burning up. Her legs had pulled tighter together under the table, and she was clearly not wanting to answer that question out loud.

Jenn was almost as surprised, but she knew that she couldn't just let it lie. She had to push that just a bit further. If she could just get that little bit more, that little bit of admission, then she had an even better in than she already had. The pack could start growing, maybe even [i]today[/i] if she played her cards right. She leaned back in her chair, smiling just a little, allowing some of that Alpha confidence out.

"You can tell me."

"...Mmmph...maybe..."

"Were you thinking of that when you were translating that for me?"

"...Yes."

"You were very cute, you know. Your attention so focused. You were...really cute. And...you were giving me little ideas, too."

"G-giving you...ideas?"

God, she really was the most adorable little thing, to the point where she wanted to pick Ryuki up and smother her in affection and cuddles. But at the same time, she really wanted to take this further. The bedroom was calling, the inner wolf howling to be let loose, to take this further. She slowly pulled one foot from her flip flops, reaching out -

Yes, the other woman was wearing sandals. She had almost forgotten. Ryuki's smooth sole under her slightly dirty one was there for a split second before the other woman pulled back.

"I was thinking that it'd be nice to get somewhere in private...with you and your pretty little feet," she teased.

The biggest blush yet burned across Ryuki's face, and for a split-second, Jenn was sure that they were in. Hook line and sinker, it had to be.

But then, the chair squeaked, and Ryuki pulled back, grabbing her things before taking two quick steps back. She muttered an excuse that was too quiet to hear, and then all but ran out of the Creamed Bean. Jenn could only stare after her, her mouth hanging open in shock, and her eyes wide.

[i]...Fuck.[/i]

#

She went back to the shared residence she had with Amanda, already in the process of wolfing out as she walked through the doorway. Her fur was coming in fast and furious, and her feet were growing that little bit more than they already had. The extra cushion of the pads along the balls of her feet made the little thong that went between her toes tighter, and she kicked her sandals across the room as she stepped through the front door.

"Ugh."

Hardly believing how stupid she'd been with pushing that, she walked through the entryway, through the kitchen, and all the way to her bedroom. Amanda wouldn't be home for at least another hour, if not longer, which meant all the pent-up wolf horniness had nowhere to go.

"This...fucking...sucks."

She threw herself into bed, bumping her blackening nose against her pillow and promptly regretting it. Rolling onto her side, she glared at the wall, hugging her arms around her middle.

[i]What the hell did she say?[/i]

That was the thing that had been bothering her all the way home. She hadn't heard if it was an excuse, a request to be left alone, or something else entirely. It had been so fast, so quiet, that there was no way for her to make it out. All she knew was that the damn wolf side had pushed too aggressively, and now, it was ever so possible that she was going to lose the chance to pull her into the pack forever.

The wolf instincts, of course, said that there was another way, but she wasn't considering this. She was [i]not[/i] going to take this down the rape-y route. Horny as she was, that wasn't who she was. One thing to fantasize about going all out, but she was never, ever going to actually do it.

As the fur started puffing up along the tops of her feet, creeping along her thighs under her jeans, she rolled onto her back, rubbing her face. Everything had gone to hell today, and she had no idea how she was going to live this one down. Or, hell, where she was going to start with the pack now that her prime candidate had been scared off.

"Maybe I shouldn't," she muttered, folding her arms over her chest as her claws started growing in. "Maybe I'm just a crap Alpha."

She sighed, rubbing her forehead as her eyebrows thickened and the fangs pushed down at her gums. Oh, she was going to have a [i]fun[/i] time explaining this one to Amanda later...

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

Summary: Jenn enjoys being a bit more flirty and sensual, but realizes that it doesn't work everywhere, getting in trouble after pushing things too far.

Tags: F/solo, Barefoot, Barefoot Focus, Foot Focus, Human, Werewolf, Lesbians, Flirting, Series, Shy,