Hot head needs cool water (solo/plot)

Raziel came out of the gym swathed in sweat. She had just done one of the most intense workout she had gotten in a while. Several people had stared at her when she started to stack as much wight as she did onto the bench press. Of course their faces were even better when she started to lift it as though it was nothing, after all it was just her warm up. She had to go to a custom set of equipment meant for people with her strength. It was amusing to see people stare at her when she worked out.

Taking a long drink from her water bottle she entered the locker rooms. As she did an unclothed girl passed her heading out of the showers. It was the girls locker room after all. Raziel felt almost like a pervert, not only had she recently come to terms, mostly, with her attraction to the same sex, but there was the other thing too. Raziel had lied on her transcripts, they said female for her gender, and she did identify as such the documents were only half right.


A strange mutation had caused her to become hermaphroditic. That was perhaps the only thing about her body that she was embarrassed about. Raziel found her locker and began to strip of her work out clothing. When she reached her underwear she made sure to place a towel around her first to cover everything up before she took of her last bit of clothing.

Now covered in her towel Raziel grabbed her bottle of body wash and shampoo and made for the showers. Each one had it's own privacy screen for well... privacy. There looked to be three other girls showering currently two of which occupied adjacent corner showers, laving their curtains open seemingly to talk to each other. The third was on the far wall humming a tune with her curtain closed. Ignoring the others Raziel made for the furthest stall from the others. She didn't want to look at them for fear of finding that she found them attractive. Sure she had once been able to see girls as attractive before she changed teams metaphorically, but that was in the same way she imagined guys could see other guys as attractive but not find themselves attracted to them.


Ever since her kiss with Jessica, and her subsequent freak out, Raziel had started to find herself attracted to girls rather than guys. Well to be honest she hadn't found herself attracted to guys in a long while. Now in the shower with the privacy curtain closed, Raziel removed her towel. She suddenly felt even more nervous than before. She grabbed the nob on the wall and turned on the shower to cold water. The chilled rain began to fall from above and tension began to leave Raziel's body. She had never taken a hot shower before and at this point she almost didn't care. A nice cold shower was relaxing to her, very relaxing.

For a time Raziel just stood there, letting the cold water run down her. After all she wasn't in a rush as well she did need some time alone to process through her thoughts in a relaxing environment. For the past few days after her original freak out every time she thought of Jessica her face would flush and her heart would pound. And as such she avoided thinking about the silver fox, but right now she was relaxed and perhaps ready to let herself do what she needed to do.

She reached over grabbed her bottle of shampoo and started to pour it into her hands before going up to her hair. Two points on her head were almost bald from her earlier freak out causing her to wear her hair differently. For now she let it down as she ran the product through her golden locks. As she reached up to the two almost bald spots on her hair Raziel felt a small twinge of emotional pain.


That small twinge allowed the rest of her emotions to flow. Raziel liked other girls, that had been something she thought was wrong, and she still did, but for now she was not going to fight it. After all she had been making wrong decisions her entire life, so why stop now? But falling for a specific person, that was something she didn't know if she could go through with. She knew the outcome and it was going to be bad. Did she have to tell Jessica how she felt though? She could just never speak of it, then there would never be a chance to compromise their friendship.

After all as long as Raziel never said anything then there was no chance of rejection. No chance of being denied and hurt again. You never risk what you don't bet in the first place. It seemed like a solid plan. She leaned into the streaming water to rinse off her hair scrubbing it out as she did. She made sure to get everything out of her long hair. Sometimes she just wanted to cut it down to only a few inches, but she loved her long hair. It was one of the few things that she could keep on the outside without being seen as week.


Following that Raziel began to put shampoo into her tail. This was no ordinary shampoo, it was specially designed to work on the hair and fur of Faunus, and man this stuff was not cheap. It worked wonders on keeping her hair wonderfully clean and tail soft and bushy. She began to lather up the product into her tail to get as much of it covered as she could. Her ears and tail were her favorite features, they stood out and they were very cute. In a way she was jealous of others who got to look at her when ever she walked around. Not that she was a narcissist or anything, but now she had a cute silver fox to look at. Blood ran to Raziel's face as she thought of Jessica.

What to do about that silver fox? To speak or not to speak? That is the question is it not. With her tail lathered Raziel began to rinse it off in the cold water making sure to clean it thoroughly. As a wise man once said “You miss one hundred percent of the chances you don't take.” On the other hand there was a zero percent chance of being rejected if she never confessed her true feelings. But on the same note there was also a zero percent chance of acceptance. Chances where; however, that Jessica was not batting for the same team that Raziel was. Meaning that the chances were that she was going to reject Raziel.


Once the shampoo was out of her tail Raziel flipped the bottle over to the other side and opened it. The bottle was dual sided with the second side having conditioner for her fur. She began to put the product into her tail, oh man this stuff worked serious wonders on her tail. It help it stay fluffy and bushy and cute. When she could Raziel liked to bring her tail around to her lap and just feel the fur there or even brush it. It felt so nice to be touching her own fluffy tail.

Being slow and deliberate Raziel massaged the conditioner into her tail. Her tail was quite sensitive and she just loved it when it was touched or brushes or cleaned. Sometimes she wished that others would ask to feel it or brush it, but after a few altercations with some of the boys around campus few people were brave enough. Maybe she could see if Jessica wanted to? Raziel blushed at the thought, but still liked the idea. And who knew maybe she would get to brush Jessica's tail too.

Could she do that without revealing how she felt though? After all as two fox Faunus it would only be natural to help each other out. Raziel was almost certain that Jessica wanted her own tail to be brushed by others. After all it was oh so relaxing and felt wonderful. But should she tell the silver fox how she feels? Despite the odds? Raziel had never been much of a gambler, but if there was one thing she did know was that you played the odds. With her tail nice and nice and lathered she began to run it through the water again.

Raziel was careful to get everything out of her tail as she rinsed it clean. After this she would have to go bow dry it to keep it nice and fluffy. A towel would mat it down and make it look silly. Or she could air dry it, either way. A bet a gamble, and what was on the line was not only her feelings, but a friendship. So what was it then? Was she going to play the odds and keep how she felt a secret or was she going to go against them and just go for it? Risk. Reward. Danger. Success. Failure.

In the end Raziel decided that what was being risked was far to great, there was no way she was going to destroy her friendship with Jessica. As long as they remained friends that was enough. Maybe one day these feelings would fade and she could move on, but at least she wouldn't put a good friend in an awkward situation. With her tail and hair taken care of Raziel swapped the shampoo/conditioner bottle for the body wash.

With body wash in hand Raziel began to clean the rest of her body. She stepped out of the stream of water and started to lather herself up. For efficiencies sake she decided to do everything at once. It wasn't long before she looked like some form of bubble monster. She giggled at herself as she finished off and moved back into the stream of water. Using said stream she began to wash herself off thoroughly. This had been a productive shower, not only in cleaning herself off but in working out her feelings and how she was going to proceed.

Once she was sure she had been completely cleaned Raziel turned off the water and pulled down her towel to dry herself. She made sure to do so while still in the shower mostly to avoid others seeing her and her not so little secret. After all she had no clue how someone might react. She had no clue how a specific silver fox might react. Raziel froze. She could never let Jessica find out, never.

Finally dry Raziel tied the towel around her waist grabbed her bottles shampoo and body wash and left the shower. She didn't much care of anyone saw her upper torso uncovered, hell she had flashed an entire beach, not on purpose of course. As she headed for the lockers she passed a pair of chatting girls headed for the showers. The smiled at her as they passed and Raziel smiled back. Odd how much the girls didn't care about being naked around each other while guys almost always covered up in the locker room. Or at least if the television was to be believed.

At her locker the first thing she grabbed was her usual spats. There were several other girls around so she deiced to try and put them on under her towel.

DnD reference game on point:

As she tried to put on her spats Raziel's towel fell off of her waist. She let out a loud “eep” as it dropped to the floor. As fast she she could she pulled up her spats. Around her everyone else stared seemingly confused. Raziel gave them all a nervous smile from over her shoulder.

The onlooking girls all started to laugh and giggle to each other. A couple said some rather mean things about Raziel being a Faunus. Looks like they were in for a whooping. Raziel turned back to her clothing though before dressing fully she adjusted her spats to try and make things blend in down there. Why on earth did she wear something like spats if she didn't want people to know? Sure she had the skirt but that could be flipped up by a stiff breeze. No the reason she wore the spats was functional, they were some of the last restricting clothes she could wear for combat.

With everything hidden, as much as possible, Raziel began to put on the rest of her clothing. Her red skirt, her black shirt, her orange and brown hoodie, her red scarf and finally her large leather belt. Being fully dressed she pulled out her custom fitted boots. They were lined on the inside with fabric so they didn't need socks to be worn under them. She pulled them over her legs and they came up to about half way up her thigh. They were incredibly comfortable.

Now fully dressed Raziel turned and walked over to the two girls who thought they could disrespect the Faunus if they were quiet enough. Both were unclothed and about to head for the showers and both gave Raziel some rather unkind glances as she approached. With a sly smile on her face she decided to be a little evil. “You know these ears aren't just for show, I could hear everything you two said, you know what else I can hear? Your heartbeats and that one there,” Raziel pointed to one of the two girls, “Seems to like what she is seeing there,” Raziel pointed at the second one, “Based on what I can hear she might just have a thing for girls, I would watch yourself around that one.”

With that she turned around and left. Both girls said nothing seeming more shocked than anything, maybe even a little embarrassed. What she had said was a blatant lie, but Raziel felt more than a little satisfaction in turning her own predicament against someone.

(exit)