A sudden brainstorm hit Olivia. "You know what, Lacy? I think I'd like I'd like to brush on my body hair in the sorority house, right in front of the girls. That's about the only way they'll believe I grew it with magic, and they could even take a turn themselves if they wanted. Think I could borrow that brush?"
Lacy thought about it. "I guess. I mean, Blair borrowed it from Meadow Larkin, so we'd probs have to check with her first."
"On it!" said Blair, whipping out her phone and dialing Meadow's number. "Hey, Mead! Yeah, this sleepover rocks. We've been having a ton of fun with the brush. You just gotta see my new mane. Yeah, a fucking mane! It's, like, the weirdest and yet also coolest thing you'll ever see! Yeah, I bet Krys would like one too. Oh, and I finally scored with my crush Sita! You should see what she's done with her arms and legs, incidentally. And don't get me started on her outta-control treasure trail! Yum! Anyway, I'm calling 'cause Spring Break ends tomorrow, and Lacy's older sister has a sorority hazing. Yeah, Olivia Cunningham. From your English class. The blonde with the huge tits and the pink lipstick? Yeah, that sounds like her. I'm sure she's flattered to hear her you like her boobs."
Olivia smiled and nodded, chuckling slightly. Meadow never was good at concealing her numerous crushes.
"So," Blair went on, "Olivia's hazing is she has to grow out her body hair and show the results off to the sorority sisters. Problem is she's about as hairy as a naked mole-rat. Poor girl's been 'growing' out her body hair for weeks and nobody's noticed a difference. Well, she walked into our sleepover and got a good, long look at our naked, hirsute bodies. We told her everything and she wants to borrow the brush and bring it to her initiation. Oh, you'd like to see some hairy sorority girls around campus, would you?" Blair giggled at Meadow's aroused tone on the other end of the phone. "Then I take it we have your permission to lend her the brush for a bit? Good. I honestly feel like kind of a bitch taking it away from you for longer than we agree... oh, you were planning on buying a second brush anyway? Awesome! Okay, bye."
Blair hung up the phone. "Looks like we're good to go."
Olivia grinned "Awesome!"
Lacy reached for the brush. "Alright then, Liv! Here you g—" Lacy groped around, failing too find the brush. "Hey! Where the fuck did that thing go?!"
"Sorry, 'bout that!" laughed Monique. "I just took a turn during the phone call. Check out these sweet pubes, Lay-Lay!"
Lacy gasped. Monique's formerly modest bush had ballooned to gloriously monstrous proportions. A curly puff of frizzy eight-inch hairs exploded from Monique's chocolate skin like an afro, hiding her pussy from sight. The fluffy piles of coily hair spilled far beyond Monique's crotch, growing down the cheerleader's muscular inner thighs and up her lower belly at the same length and density as it did on her pussy, finally tapering into a narrow (but still impossibly long and thick) treasure trail which obscured her outie bellybutton.
"Now that's what I call pubes, Mo!" said Lacy. She glanced down at her own pussy, suddenly feeling very embarrassed by her own lack of pubic hair. At least she had her hairy pits.
"Then come and play with 'em if you and Olivia want this brush, Hon!" winked Monique. "My bean ain't gonna flick itself. If you can find it, that is!"
Lacy laughed at the challenge. She approached Monique and placed a hand on the dark-skinned girl's rock-hard abs, slowly drifting her slender fingers to the kinky hairs of Monique's lush treasure trail. The blonde pinched a clump of Monique's crinkly trail hairs between her finger and thumb. She gently tugged her finger and thumb over the hairs, feeling each wrinkle and crimp run over her fingertips before the hairs slipped from her grip. Slowly, worshipfully, Lacy slid her hand down until it was buried in the ample ringlets of Monique's titanic pussy afro. The blonde grinned as her finger found Monique's erect clit beneath the piles of twisty hair. She began to rub and tweak Monique's nub, her hand gently caressed by her girlfriend's poofy shags as she worked. She grabbed a handful of Mo's coily pubes and furiously rubbed it over the dark-skinned girl's throbbing love bud.
Monique panted for breath as the friction of her frizzy bush dragging over her clit ignited flame after flame of pleasure in her hairy groin. She reached down and ran her hands through Lacy's long, golden armpit fur as she savored the blonde's expert handjob. She suddenly shuddered as her orgasm overtook her. "I-I'm c-comin', Lay-Lay! And it's g-gonna be m-messy!"
"Fine by me!" said Lacy as she positioned her face for a good blast. The first squirt hit Lacy's nose, but it was weaker than she'd hoped. She realized that the majority of the spooge had gotten stuck in Monique's huge pussy 'fro. Lacy parted the floof as best she could in order to give Mo's vagina a clearer shot at her face. She was rewarded by a nice, strong blast of slimy jizz on her upper lip, which she greedily licked. After a few more spurts of cum, Lacy's face was coated in Monique's juices. She wiped it off with her hand and rubbed into Monique pile of shaggy kinks, making it enticingly sticky. "W-wow!" Lacy gasped. "I have to grow one of those babies sometime."
"That'd make me one happy girl," said Monique. "Thanks for the inaugural handjob; nobody can work those fingers quite like you can, but don't tell the football team I said that. Oh, here's the brush." She handed the all-important brush to Lacy.
Blair gawked at Monique's vast, inhuman-looking bush. "How the hell are you gonna hide that monster from your dad, Mo?!"
Monique scoffed. "He hasn't seen me naked since I was, like, two. Total prude. I can't even wear crop-tops outside of cheerleading."
Blair sighed wistfully. "Lucky you. I love my mane, but there's no way I can hide it from Mom. I may have to shave it." Tears began to well up in the redhead's eyes at the thought of losing her beautiful new leonine mane.
"To hell with what SHE thinks!" Sita sneered. "No matter what Mom and Dad say, I'm keeping my new pelt! Say, didn't you say Sierra had her own place, Blair."
"Yeah," Blair said.
"You could just not come home and live with her," said Sita. "I just might come with you, to be honest."
Blair stroked her sleek mane thoughtfully. "I'd thought about that, Sita. But Mom's my legal guardian. If I didn't come home, she'd send the cops to look for me. Poor Sierra'd probably just get arrested for kidnapping."
Sita grinned conspiratorially. "Then go home like this and get thrown out of the house. Mrs. Belville won't look for you if she doesn't want you anymore, and she can't press kidnapping charges on Sierra for taking in an abandoned teen. Boom! Just like that, your ass is totally covered!"
Blair continued to absentmindedly tug at her silky mane hair. "Hmm... it's pretty damn drastic, but it might be worth a shot if it means I can keep my mane."
Sita gave her new girlfriend a thumbs-up. "Attagirl!"
Lacy handed Olivia Cunningham the brush. "Here you go, Liv. Have fun!"
"Oh, I will, Li'l Sis," said Olivia. "Thanks a million! This is gonna be an absolutely HISTORIC initiation!"
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The next day, Olivia Cunningham found herself standing in front of the doors of the sorority house of Alpha Gamma Lambda, the magic brush safely stored in her purse. Olivia took a moment to drink in the elegant Renaissance Revival architecture, meditating on the moment. This was it: her initiation was about to start. She might not have been as hairy as she'd promised her future sorority sisters yet, but she'd more than make up for lost time in a few minutes with Meadow Larkin's weird hippie magic.
Wait... was this sane?! Like, REMOTELY sane?!!
Olivia took a deep breath to keep her nerves under control. She had no idea how the girls would respond to the existence of magic, but Olivia kept telling herself they'd think it was cool. With one last prayer that this wasn't in fact a terrible idea, Olivia rang the doorbell. After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened.