The Rescue Mission
Alice sighs, pulls off her clothing with an impending sense of dread, and slips into the robe, fastening the sash as tightly closed as she can. It's no use. Her neck is fully exposed, and the soft chestnut fleece which starts at the edges of her cheeks continues on over every inch of it. Her fluffy plumage flows down over her chest and practically bursts over the edges of the plunging V-neck line of the gown. Her arms are no different, covered in deep woolly rae all the way to her wrists. Her legs are slender and shapely even with a thick coat of rae growing full over every inch right to her ankles.
Alice whimpers softly, feeling tremendously vulnerable as she futilely tugs at the hem of the gown, as if she could tug it from just above her knees to all the way to the floor somehow. She catches herself in the mirror, and smiles despite the situation she's in. She looks beautiful. A willowy faerie girl covered in snuggly soft fur, her soft but piercing eyes giving her an ethereal quality. Somehow the spartan gown seems to complement her supernatural features better than her modern clothing.
"Well," Alice whispers to her haunting reflection, "This will certainly buy plenty of time for Ami." Not allowing herself to think to long on the chain of events that could follow, she opens the stall door and steps out in front of Eris.
Eris's face rolls through a range of emotions upon seeing Alice. Confusion, bewilderment, awe, contemplation and finally a confident nod and smile. "Wow," she says at last. "Just... well. Things are starting to make sense now. I've had women with body hair before, but this is so thick, it's almost...." she stops herself from finishing her thought aloud, and steps close. She reaches out to stroke Alice's arm. "May I?" she halts before touching it.
Alice nods, and Eris's hand slips down over Alice's arm, then repeats the action quickly, this time letting her fingers slide deep into her rae, filling her hands with it's fresh softness. "Oh my god," she whispers. "Is this... the same under the robe too?"
Alice nods again, and Eris seems to lose herself in wonder for a moment. She remembers herself quickly though, shaking herself from her indulgent reverie and clearing her throat. When she speaks, she's more professional and detached. "Right. Well, let's sit down and talk options."
Alice whimpers softly, feeling tremendously vulnerable as she futilely tugs at the hem of the gown, as if she could tug it from just above her knees to all the way to the floor somehow. She catches herself in the mirror, and smiles despite the situation she's in. She looks beautiful. A willowy faerie girl covered in snuggly soft fur, her soft but piercing eyes giving her an ethereal quality. Somehow the spartan gown seems to complement her supernatural features better than her modern clothing.
"Well," Alice whispers to her haunting reflection, "This will certainly buy plenty of time for Ami." Not allowing herself to think to long on the chain of events that could follow, she opens the stall door and steps out in front of Eris.
Eris's face rolls through a range of emotions upon seeing Alice. Confusion, bewilderment, awe, contemplation and finally a confident nod and smile. "Wow," she says at last. "Just... well. Things are starting to make sense now. I've had women with body hair before, but this is so thick, it's almost...." she stops herself from finishing her thought aloud, and steps close. She reaches out to stroke Alice's arm. "May I?" she halts before touching it.
Alice nods, and Eris's hand slips down over Alice's arm, then repeats the action quickly, this time letting her fingers slide deep into her rae, filling her hands with it's fresh softness. "Oh my god," she whispers. "Is this... the same under the robe too?"
Alice nods again, and Eris seems to lose herself in wonder for a moment. She remembers herself quickly though, shaking herself from her indulgent reverie and clearing her throat. When she speaks, she's more professional and detached. "Right. Well, let's sit down and talk options."