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[b][u][center]A Hairy Day of Changes 7

For javifur

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

“Shouldn’t have done that. Shouldn’t have done that. Shouldn’t have done that.”

Ryuki’s hair was wild, not from ill-grooming but from panic as she ran from the Creamed Bean and across the college campus. She wasn’t looking where she was going and was staying on her feet by accident more than intention. Every step was another risky endeavor, almost sliding out from under her before she was able to place it.

[i]Shouldn’t have done that, shouldn’t have done that, shouldn’t have done that.[/i]

The simple phrase was speeding up faster and faster as she remembered what she had done. Run away. Run away as fast as possible from Jenn as the other girl flirted with her, as she was teased and – and – and –

And it was so hard to think of anything but how much of a mistake it was, how her panic had gotten the better of her, how her mind was racing and her throat clenching shut and her heart up in her throat with it and getting squeezed and her head was racing and –

And she finally fell, falling head over heels as she slipped from the sidewalk to the grass. The raised earth under the sidewalk tilted her further, sending her rolling down a dozen feet with her face against the wet grass. Even now, near noon, it was wet, and it was cold.

It was sufficient to snap her out of her panic, and she laid there, slowly rolling onto her back, as coherent thoughts returned.

“…I shouldn’t have done that,” she managed to say, and this time, she said it without the panic that had chased her from the coffee shop. “I…should not…have done that.”

Ryuki took a deep breath, held it, and then slowly pushed it out again. Resting her hands on her chest, she tried not to beat herself up about what she’d done. Going for a –

[i]She said it was just coffee.[/i]

But she’d known the truth. There was never ‘just coffee’. Boys said that all the time, and they were never truly serious. They thought that they could get into her panties, that she was just some little doll that they could play with, and then leave behind. They thought, because she was a nerd, because was so alone all the time, that she would be desperate.

Maybe she was. But she was smart, too, smart enough not to get caught by that.

Jenn hadn’t been a guy, but she acted like one, horny and eager and thinking she was hiding it. She asked the nice things, held back the naughty stuff, but she knew the look. She’d seen it in Jenn’s eyes, the want, the need, and…

And then the flirting.

God, the flirting. She didn’t know how to handle that. Jenn just pushed it, pushed it, [i]pushed[/i] it, wondering if she was naughty, if she was thinking of various kinky things. The way that the other woman had stared at her bare feet that lunch when she’d been doing the translating, too –

The translating.

The weirdness.

The –

“Nnngh.”

Ryuki’s mind had a way of just rushing ahead a mile a minute, and that was what it was doing now. It was trying to power through four different trains of thoughts, and the central station was overloaded. She thumped the palms of her hands against her forehead until it went quiet, breathing shakily, then normally as her heart finally slowed down enough to be more manageable.

She had a few things she had to do. First, she had to find Jenn and apologize to her for running out like that. No matter her reasons, she could have managed that better, and more importantly, not made such a scene about it.

Second, she had to figure out what the mysteries that she had helped translate were about. She remembered some of the phrasing, but not much, and she hadn’t kept a back-up, as much as she would have liked to. There was something there, something that the other woman had been entranced by, and she wanted to know what it was.

Oh, and task 0, of course. She had to find out where Jenn lived.

#

It turned out to be easier than expected. One of the professors that the mystery woman had classes with actually knew the address, mostly because of Jenn showing up barefoot and needing to know how long it would take for the other woman to get back to class when she was made to go and fetch her shoes. It was an odd thing, but at least it got Ryuki the address. She plugged it into her phone and was surprised to find it just off-campus, a little house that she’d passed by a few hundred times.

When she arrived, she was surprised that there were two cars in the driveway. She supposed that a big place like this all but demanded a roommate, but she hadn’t adjusted her thinking for meeting someone else. She stopped in her tracks at the edge of the driveway, considered leaving –

[i]You made a mistake. You can own up to that.[/i]

And she would. After fucking up that embarrassingly, she could at least do this. It was just walking up to the door…knocking…hoping Jenn answered the door and not the other person, whoever that was…

[i]Just do it. Just do it. Just do it.[/i]

The phrase got stuck in her mind as orders always did. Ryuki stumbled forward, pressing her baggy hoody down over upper thighs and resisting the urge to pull the hoody up. She just…just…had…to knock…

With one last deep breath, Ryuki all but ran to the front door, her head down and her finger going mad as she jammed it against the doorbell as hard as she could, over and over and over again. Each press was little more than half a ding, but they added up rapidly. Her face burned, knowing she was going over the top, but she’d started and she couldn’t stop.

Finally, the door opened, and someone only a little taller than herself – her four-foot-ten to the other woman’s five-foot-four – looked down at her. Red hair framed the other woman’s head, flowing down in a slightly ragged, rushed sort of brushing, and it bristled slightly as if she’d been running to the door to answer.

But most importantly, it wasn’t Jenn.

“Who are you?” the other woman asked.

“R-Ryuki. I –”

“Oh, dear. Jenn’s date?”

Date. Date. Date. The echoing word sent shivers down her spine in both good and bad ways. She stuttered, shaking her head as she blushed.

“Yes, no, but – I don’t know – maybe – sort of – she didn’t actually say – can I come in?”

“She’s asleep right now.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.”

There was something different there. A note of something, reproval, but not for her. For Jenn? Had the other woman bothered someone else? Was her roommate annoyed with her, or was there –

Thinking.

So hard.

Too fast.

“Come in. You’re going to fall over if you stay out there,” the red-head said.

“T-thank you.”

“Just leave your shoes by the door, okay? No shoes or socks further in.”

“Oh. I…if you say so…”

It was impossible for her not to look down as she stepped inside, and sure enough, her host was as barefoot as she was asking her to be. It was impossible not to look at the slightly dusty soles, nor to look away as those dainty toes barely touched the ground from one step to another, flexing and shining slightly –

[i]What am I doing?[/i]

She knew that she’d tried barefooting before, but she had never been quite this…interested as she was now. Was this just the effect of all those repressed thoughts that she had at the table? When she stifled herself, repressed herself, was this the effect, that it just affected her that much more when she couldn’t express herself? Was that the whole –

“You can just leave them by the door.”

“Right. Right.”

Focus on the moment, she told herself. Not the other things. Just…relax. Relax and do what she came here to do.

She stepped out of her shoes, putting them neatly together before pulling off her socks and tucking them into the shoes proper. They fit well, and looked nice and neat, ready to be slid on at a moment’s notice.

Perfect. Perfect for escaping if needed.

She put that out of her head, following the other woman down the hardwood floor to the living room. They took a seat together, sitting across from each other on a couch and loveseat. There were more chairs and places to sit than there were people in the house, she imagined; this place felt like a house where eight people, at least, could live, whereas she imagined it was only Jenn and this other person here.

This other person.

“Sorry. I didn’t – I’m Ryuki,” she repeated. “What…what’s your name?”

“I’m Amanda. Sorry, I really should have introduced myself, but there’s just…” Amanda shook her head. “Suffice to say, there’s some friction right now between me and Jenn.”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“Issues between us. Personal ones.”

“…Oh. Oh, dear, are you two –”

“Oh, dear, don’t even [i]start[/i] with that. The most that she and I have is an open relationship.”

“…What?” Ryuki whispered, her voice sliding down into little more than a wheeze.

“Well, that’s not entirely true, I guess. It’s oversimplifying it a lot, but…we’re open. She can do things with other people. We agreed on that, but I didn’t think that she’d be so clumsy about it, or so…so uncaring, I guess.”

“She – does she treat you badly?”

“Oh god, no. No, not at all. It’s just…heh, well, I guess you can say it’s complicated,” Amanda said, shaking her head and leaning back. She put her feet up, crossed at the ankles, and her toes curled slightly.

[i]Don’t stare, don’t stare, don’t stare,[/i] Ryuki told herself. [i]It’s rude, it’s crude, she’ll notice.[/i]

And so she didn’t stare. Not for more than a second, at least, and she hoped that it would be enough to avoid being seen. Yet, at the same time, it was hard not to admire someone that had the confidence to go around like that, showing off soles that were not quite so ‘pretty’ and were more ‘dusty and cute.’

[i]That’s not fair.[/i]

Not fair? That Amanda was like that? That she was already taken? That she had the confidence to do that?

Ryuki shook her head, rubbing her face against her hands. Amanda hissed.

“Sorry. Did I say something that offended?”

“No, I’m just…I’m really in a weird place right now.”

“What happened, dear?”

“I just…”

“Take your time. Breathe. I can listen. I’m good at that.”

She had the feeling that Amanda was probably very good at that. She gave that sort of impression. Ryuki took a few more deep breaths, trying to steady her heart, trying to keep things from getting overexcited and over…overstimulated. God, this was hard. She was not used to people being people.

So, she started over. She breathed deep, and then let it out.

“I’m the one that…that Jenn came to with some stuff she wanted translated. Back then, she…noticed that I was…was barefoot.”

“She’s been paying more and more attention to that of late,” Amanda nodded. “It’s been…kinda fun, if a little weird.”

“It’s not…that weird.” Ryuki rubbed the back of her head. “Sorry.”

“No, no, no need to be sorry. That’s, heh, that’s old-me talking,” Amanda said. “I used to be so much more judgmental about things, even though I was the one putting myself out there for attention. I mean, it was just what I did. But now…

“Well, let’s just say that we’ve both gotten new insights. I’m more interested in seeing what we can do with each other – and, if we can find the right person, with others – while she’s more confident than she used to be.”

“She’s definitely that…”

“Oh, dear. Hon, what’d she do to you?”

“…Promise that you won’t laugh?”

“I won’t laugh. I promise. And if I break that promise, you can – oh, I don’t know, take that feather duster to my feet or something.”

The mental image of the other woman laughing her head off as her feet were tickled, or of using the rougher side of the feather duster to go slap-slap-slap along her soft feet, was enough to make her squirm. Her thighs pressed together, and –

[i]Don’t think about it, don’t think about it.[/i]

But the images still danced in the back of her mind, even though she was able to push past them. She hoped that the reactions her body was going through wasn’t as visible as she feared they were.

“I…I had to deal with her…flirting with me.”

“…Really?”

There was just enough of a hint of anger there to make her feel better. Particularly as it tasted like the anger was going somewhere else, not at her. That meant that she wasn’t the one in trouble, thank God.

“I…I mean…”

“Are you interested in her?”

“I don’t know!”

“Well, let’s back up a bit. Are you interested in women at all? Because if you’re not, then I have to have a serious talk with her to get her gay-dar checked.”

“I – well, I guess…a little,” Ryuki admitted. “But it’s not something that I have the chance to get in touch with.”

“I get that. So, kind of a first time?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Where did it happen?”

“…The Creamed Bean.”

“…She flirted with you in public?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Oh, that little – I’m going to give her such a spanking for that. No, no, I’m going to give her such a hot-foot for that.”

The indignation on her behalf actually made her feel a bit better. Not all the way better, but better. It meant that maybe she wasn’t completely alone in her feelings. It meant that she wasn’t completely in the wrong for feeling so overwhelmed.

As Amanda ranted about her girlfriend, almost completely in a comedic fashion that Ryuki was more than aware was mostly being done to set her at ease, she couldn’t help but look down at the other woman’s feet again. They were soft-looking, despite the fact that she went barefoot in her own house, and they looked…well-tended. She wondered if Jenn was under them most of the time or if it was the other way around.

[i]I wouldn’t mind…giving them a lick…[/i]

The thought was not unfamiliar. More than one, she’d imagined giving someone else a little lick down there. There were times when she took the things that her adventuring group did and twisted them to erotic stories in the back of her mind, and every time, she shivered in rather compelling climaxes on her own time.

But those were fantasies. This was…this was fetish fuel in the real world. And she shouldn’t stare, but –

“You know, it’s not the first time that someone stared that intently at my feet, but Jenn’s a little more talkative about it.”

“Ah!”

Ryuki yelped as she was caught out, but before she could pull herself out of her seat and run, Amanda had already lifted her legs from the couch, pointing her toes. It was rather hard not to stare.

“It’s alright. I mean, Jenn was probably ogling you the whole time. It’s only fair you get to look at someone else, right? And besides. You’re cute. And [i]completely[/i] non-threatening. Someone like you staring is almost a compliment.”

“I…I’m a compliment?”

“Heh, let’s put it this way. If I wasn’t already in a relationship, I could see myself flirting with you. If you were into it, that was. I’m just sorry that Jenn pushed it first, and so publicly, too; that wasn’t right.”

It was a soft, gentle thing to be told at a time when she needed something soft and gentle, and she could not put into words how much that meant to her right then and there. She lowered her head, whispering her thanks, even as she stared up through her hair at those feet.

Why did they fascinate her so? She didn’t remember having this much of a foot fetish before coming to college, nor did she think that it was so completely natural as finding one through experimentation. Maybe it was just the fact that she had repressed herself so much that she didn’t know how to handle things, or maybe she was just that damaged from doing this to herself, or maybe –

Something changed. Not much, but enough for her to notice that the soft gray dust on Amanda’s feet had darkened. She blinked, lifting her head up to stare a little closer. The darkening continued, spreading along the ball of the other woman’s foot, while her toenails looked ever so slightly darker, too.

“Something catch your eye?” Amanda asked.

“Is…”

She couldn’t quite finish what she was saying. There was something else happening, something that was just subtle enough that she didn’t entirely notice it until it had already happened. A dusting of hair – no, fur – had covered the top of Amanda’s feet, and it was spreading slightly up her leg, moving past her ankle at a much slower rate than it had covered her toes.

Her eyes went up further, and she gasped as she saw that the red hair on Amanda’s head had already grown shaggier, thicker to match its length. The other woman reached up, touched her face, and saw the claws growing from her fingers.

“Oh, goddammit.”

“You…you…”

“I missed the medicine. Ryuki –”

“Werewolf.”

It wasn’t quite right – there were things that were missing for this to be a true werewolf transformation – but it was the only thing that occurred to her. The fur, the slight shift in the way that the other woman sat, the pads along the bottoms of her feet, the way that she still flaunted herself with a confidence that was not quite human: they were all things that fit with the idea of the werewolf. She stared with her mouth wide open, unable to look away, until –

“You…you’re liking this, aren’t you?”

“W-what?”

“You’re still staring. Heh. You…You like looking at someone like me, don’t you?”

The little teasing smile on Amanda’s face was just light enough, just gentle enough for her to not feel completely humiliated at being caught out. She still looked away, still didn’t immediately answer, but she didn’t go running out of the house the way that she had run away from Jenn.

[i]I won’t do that again.[/i]

She hoped she could keep to that, but just the thought of being…turned on…by werewolves was something that she’d never thought she’d have to confront. Sure, they were hot in the game, and sure, they were something that popped into her fantasies, but the idea of looking at a werewolf woman for real…

Amanda scooted to the edge of the couch and extended her leg further, her clawed, fluffy toes tapping her on the cheek. Ryuki jumped, leaning back, and yelped as she felt the tightness of her panties pulling up against her [i]very[/i] wet sex.

“Falling deeper into your own head?” Amanda asked.

Ryuki could barely nod.

“I guess it’s kinda…surprising. It hit me pretty hard too, the first time it happened.”

“Did…did you…did she…”

“Oh, we’re both werewolves.”

“…How?”

“…I think that’s something that she should explain, honestly. It’s part of her whole family line, you know, and…well, you might as well get it from her instead of me.”

“I think I’d like it from you more,” she admitted. “I mean…you’re gentler. Nicer. And you’re not flirting with as much…”

“Force?”

Ryuki nodded.

“Jenn’s gotten more and more confident since her change. I don’t think she knows how to process that very well.”

“Then why…”

“Why do I let her do things?”

“…Let’s go with that.”

“Because she’s the alpha,” Amanda said, shrugging. “And because it makes her feel good. She didn’t have any confidence before, but now? Now, she has all kinds of it. That’s better than the alternative, and I want her to keep it. I just have to give her the right advice so she doesn’t screw herself over.”

“Like not flirting and showing off…all that…in a public space?”

“She showed off?!”

“N-no, no, no, not…not like that,” Ryuki said, shaking her head. God, if that had been the thing, that would have been so much more embarrassing. “But she was saying…saying that there were ways for me to not think about stuff…talking about sexual, dirty things…and staring at me and almost…almost encouraging me to stare at her in the coffee shop. If it hadn’t been for me running away –”

“Running away? You didn’t tell me about that part.”

“I…got scared. And embarrassed. And I didn’t know what she would do next, and I wasn’t ready for –”

One moment, Amanda was sitting on the couch, the next, the red-haired werewolf was holding her close. She didn’t know how the other woman moved that fast, but the feeling of being embraced, held tight, and having her back rubbed while she shivered in semi-terror was a balm of the greatest sort. She hugged Amanda back, shaking from head to toe.

“I’m so sorry, dear. That was not the way that any of this was supposed to happen. She was supposed to be nice. She didn’t tell me that you were this shy, or I would have helped you out. I would have been there.”

“It was…hard.”

“We’ll have a talk with her. Now.”

“But you said –”

“Oh, she’s not sleeping this off. Come on.”

Released from the hug, she fell in robotic step behind Amanda, letting herself be led from the living room. If Amanda was like this, how was Jenn the alpha? Or was Amanda just like this in front of other people that weren’t part of the pack? Or –

Her thoughts came to an abrupt halt as they reached the bedroom and its open door. Lying on the bed was a giant ball of black and brown fur, ending with a pair of feet that poked past the foot of the bed and had the same sort of dark pads along the ball of the foot and the heel. It was all the more present there, though, as if it was more developed, more ground in than it was on Amanda.

The fact that this was Jenn – that it had to be – barely registered with her. All that mattered was the fact that she was looking at a naked werewolf girl, one whose ears twitched in her sleep and whose toes curled as if she was grasping something in her dream.

[i]It’s real. It’s real. It’s real.[/i]

“Hey. Hey!”

Amanda reached down – showing a little more pit hair in the process – and shook Jenn, hard. And in that moment, Ryuki realized that there was no running.

#

Jenn groaned as she lifted her head from the pillow, feeling the grinding, aching feeling of her slight nose growth being sensitive after getting crushed into the pillow. She rubbed her face, pinching behind her nose as Amanda kept pushing her to get up. She rolled on her side, looking up at her girlfriend.

“What? What’s the matter?”

“We have a guest.”

“So?”

“So, one, you’re still wolfed out. I told you, you need to take your medicine more often.”

“Mmmph…I hate it…and I take enough…”

“And two, it’s the one you were flirting with.”

“…Ryuki?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, god. Is she –”

“I’m…here…”

Here.

As in, in the room.

As in, seeing her like this.

Jenn rolled over, staring at the short, black-haired woman at the foot of the bed. Ryuki didn’t meet her eyes, nor did she look anywhere close to her face. Her eyes were focused all the way down at her feet, staring at the fluffy digits, at the dark soles, at everything that she had been flaunting throughout the door.

A small smile started to cross her face, only to die when she looked up at Amanda again. That frown told her she’d done something wrong, and that meant that she had to fix it. And fix it fast.

“Ryuki…do you want something to drink?”

#

They were back in the living room, Jenn still mostly naked, though she’d pulled a pair of panties on. They’d turned into something of a g-string once she’d gotten them on, due to her ass all but eating it, but it was better than nothing. Her nipples stood out through her fur, and despite Amanda’s pressure, she didn’t take the medicine. Ryuki already knew, after all.

As her crush laid out the situation – as well as all the awkwardness that had come about as a result, and her side of things that Jenn hadn’t even thought of – it did a great deal to temper the lust that was still running through her. And as much as she would have liked to say that she was completely sober, that she was treating the situation with a level head and a quiet heart, it was impossible to say that and mean it.

Particularly with those cute feet on display.

Jenn’s eyes kept drifting down during the story, and she kept having to drag them back up. Oh, she was never caught, at least, not fully, and she could smell on the air that Ryuki was at least somewhat in the mood, but if Amanda hadn’t been there…

[i]Oh, the things I’d do.[/i]

She knew that was the wolf in her, [i]knew[/i] that it was the part of her that wanted to rip through society and live the way that she wanted to rather than how the rules demanded. Her family wanted her to be better. Her girlfriend wanted her to be better.

But the wolf knew what [i]better[/i] really meant. Rules were cages, and if she wanted to live life in a cage –

“Anyway…I…” Ryuki cleared her throat. “I came here because…I wanted to apologize.”

“Dear, I don’t think that you need to apologize for anything,” Amanda said before Jenn could say anything. “As a matter of fact, I think that Jenn needs to apologize to you.”

“Me?! What did I do?”

“You teased her and pushed her buttons in public. And you were doing it while [i]way[/i] too wolfed out, hon. You know what that does to you. You know that you take the medicine for a reason, and that if you don’t, it just gets worse. I tried to tell you, but noooo, you thought that you could handle it, that a little bit of fun was worth pushing someone that you liked away.”

“…Did I…push you away?” Jenn asked, turning back to their guest. “Did that actually push you away?”

“You…were scary, yes.”

“…I’m sorry,” Jenn said, shaking her head. “It’s just…I like this new me. And I like feeling [i]good[/i] about myself. Every time that I take the tea, I just…I feel like I have to be happy being less, and it sucks.”

“I know,” Amanda said, rubbing her back. “I know. But it’s what we have to deal with until graduation.”

Until graduation. That might as well be an eternity away for all the nearer it seemed to get. She didn’t know if she could keep herself under-wraps for that long, and if she did, she wasn’t sure that she’d come out the other side the same person that she was now.

She needed more.

She needed…

She looked back at Ryuki. The slender girl was looking her over, and more importantly, Amanda, too. The way that her eyes darted back and forth, the way that they flicked up and down, told a story of lewd desires and suppressed interests.

[i]Maybe we’re not the only ones that need an outlet.[/i]

She tapped her chin, only for Amanda to sigh.

“You’re going to ask, aren’t you?”

“Well, why not?” Jenn said with a shrug. “It’s not like it hurts anyone.”

“No, but it’s a bit sudden.”

“Are you going to let me be the alpha or not?”

“No, no, you’re the alpha. You are. You [i]are.[/i]” Amanda nodded, pulling back. “I just…want you to think about it.”

“Think about what?” Ryuki asked.

“Well, I saw the way that you were looking at us, and…well, I guess I should just say it.” Jenn smiled as she leaned back on the couch, showing all of her fangs as she did. “How would you like to be part of our pack?”

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

Summary: The story of the changes and the pack continues, and this time, from the point of view of someone more curious than she’d like to be.

Tags: F/solo, F/F, Teasing, Foot Fetish, Human, Werewolf, Kind Of, Transformation, Fur, Foot Focus, Series, Repressed, Offer, Polyamory,