Sita grinned. "Go next, Bair? I ain't even done!" She placed her foot on a chair, showing off her leg, bare aside from a few sparse patches of soft, black fuzz. "You did such a beautiful job on my ass and pussy, but what about my poor gams? They're so bald. Wouldn't you like them so much better if they looked like THESE babies?" Sita held out her arms for inspection. Blair (and the other girls) whistled appreciatively at the tangled, overgrown forest of lush, skin-concealing fur bursting from her forearms.
Blair laughed. "You got a fucking good point there, Sita!"
"I'll say!" said Mia. "It's like you've got pubes growing on your arms!"
"Or like you're some kinda wolfgirl," Lacy remarked. "Either way, hot!"
"Do it, Blair!" Monique cheered. "Fur up them legs!"
"Make her a total werebeast!" shouted Jess.
Blair nodded and approached Sita's raised leg slowly, her brush outstretched. She admiringly ran her free hand through Sita's thick, silky arm fur before turning to face Sita's bared (and bare) leg. It was a beautiful, toned leg covered with supple brown skin which had been entirely hairless before the sleepover, but was now dotted with occasional clumps of short, thin floss. It wasn't much, but Sita's meager leg hair already added so much sexiness to her long limbs. Blair lovingly played with the scanty down, flicking individual hairs back and forth. She smiled at the sound of the Indian girl's ticklish laughter.
"Seeing the benefits of body hair, Sita?" asked Mia. "Or should I say, feeling?" Jess snickered at her girlfriend's ribbing.
"Y-y-yes!" Sita giggled, relishing the tickly pricks of pleasure from having her leg hair ruffled.
"More where that came from," Blair whispered flirtatiously. As she raised her brush to begin, she felt four hands reach into her wild mane, run their fingers through the long, voluminous red locks, and massage the shoulders from which the fiery forest sprouted. Blair looked up to see Lacy and Monique worshiping her mane, stroking the velvety red mass and feeling for the shoulders and chin buried deep within. Blair moaned a bit from all the attention.
"I still can't believe you have a mane!" gasped Monique. "I'm so fucking jealous!"
Lacy laughed. "You think YOU'RE jealous, Mo? I'm the queen of this pride, girl. The head lioness oughta have the biggest, most beautiful mane of them all. Ooh, that could so totally be our thing! We could all have manes! Think about it! What's our mascot at Woodrow Wilson High? The fucking Lions! Can't you just totally picture us, our gleaming manes, blowing in the wind, all cheering 'Go Lions!' while the boys (and lesbians) eat our our plumage up? You'll give me the most impressive mane, right?"
Blair tuned Lacy's gushing out to focus on the task at hand (though she happily allowed the massage to continue). She ran the brush down Sita's foreleg, watching the scattered fluff lengthen and thicken into proper leg hair while new growth sprouted on the bald parts. Sita giggled, still ticklish and aroused as ever. Blair found herself moaning as Monique's ebony hands strayed down to her left nipple, soon followed by Lacy's tanned fingers on the right.
"Shame you don't have any nipple hair," sighed Lacy. "That'd give me so much more to play with."
"Why can't she?" asked Monique. "She's still got Sierra's brush." She gave Blair a meaningful glance.
Blair nodded and paused on Sita's leg hair, swirling the brush around each of her own nipples. Lacy watched excitedly as a ring of wiry red hairs slowly encircled each of Blair's nipples like a thicket of vines and brambles. She tugged lasciviously on the long hairs, pulling them over the nipple and using them to massage it. Monique, meanwhile, pulled Blair's left hand to her full lips before exploring the faint patch of downy hair that grew there with her tongue, matting it down and swirling patterns into the damp fuzz.
Blair did her best to concentrate on finishing brushing Sita's leg with her free hand. "Sorry for the distraction, Sita."
"It's all good," said Sita, smiling cheerfully. "Lacy and Mo put on one hot show with you!"
Blair appreciatively returned the smile before getting back to work, Lacy and Monique still lustfully pawing at her own scarlet crop. Blair pounded vigorously away at Sita's foreleg with the brush. Sita watched excitedly as piles of thick, black hair blasted from her leg, her respectable but human-looking layer of leg hair morphing into the feathered fetlocks of a Clydesdale. Blair finished by raising the brush to Sita's thigh fur and growing it down to her long, fleecy foreleg puffs.
Sita reached down and buried her hands in her mountain of leg hair. "Fucking sweet!"
"Your welcome, honey!" giggled Blair. She shifted herself to do the other leg. By now, Lacy had maneuvered herself under Blair and was deftly stroking the redhead's pussy and twisting the modest bush around her fingers. Between the strokes of Lacy's long acrylic nails, Blair coaxed inch after inch from Sita's skin until it was completely hidden beneath thee piles of hair. She finished connecting the foreleg fur to Sita's thigh hair before moving on to Sita's cute little feet.
Just as she finished planting a hobbit-like carpet of hair on the tops of Sita's caramel-colored feet, Blair felt her clit electrify beneath Lacy's nails. Gasping, she clutched at Sita's ample leg fur as she rode out out her orgasm. She flung her head forward as she squealed, burying Sita's pussy and belly in the ample volume of her mane.
Lacy smirked playfully. "You okay there, Blair?"
"Y-yeah," Blair sighed blissfully. "Th-that was fun. So, you liking your new legs, Sita?"
"Fuck yeah!" Sita cheered, once again plunging her hands into the soft depths of her freshly-grown pelt. "My body is PERFECT now!" She ruffled her foot carpets, her eyes filled with adoration.
"Not quite," said Lacy. "You totes need a mane like Blair has. We all do if we wanna be TRUE Woodrow Wilson Lions."
"Manes can wait," Monique chimed in. "I just wanna get fucking started already!"