Hide and Seek - Pooltoy TF
Tags: Inanimate, Pooltoy TF, Inflation, Fox
Dario had learned three things in six months of dating a kitsune. One: it was, by every metric men used, a score. Everybody knew it. You date a kitsune, you've peaked. Yuzuha was proof, five foot six of smug fox spirit with a curtain of long orange hair, white tipped ears poking through it, amber e…
Dario had learned three things in six months of dating a kitsune. One: it was, by every metric men used, a score. Everybody knew it. You date a kitsune, you've peaked. Yuzuha was proof, five foot six of smug fox spirit with a curtain of long orange hair, white tipped ears poking through it, amber eyes that were always half lidded like she knew a joke you didn't, a slim waist that bloomed into full heavy breasts and an ass that her enormous fluffy tail somehow made look even bigger. Two: they were overactive. Not gym girl active. FOX active! Real fox energy in a woman's body. Zoomies at 2 AM. Digging in the couch cushions and stealing exactly one of his socks and hiding it under the couch. Three: you could not say no to her, because if you did, she'd sulk until Thursday. So when they laid out their towels on the warm sand, the air smelling of salt and coconut oil and someone's grilled corn down the beach, and Dario reached for his book and one blessed chill afternoon, Yuzuha rolled over, propped her chin on her hands, tail swishing, and grinned with too many teeth. "Let's play hide and seek~" There went his chill day, right out the window. Because kitsune hide and seek wasn't hiding behind a rock. Kitsunes could shape their bodies into anything fox related. A squishy fox toy. A beach ball with a fox pattern. A fox statue. She'd once spent an hour as a fox shaped garden ornament just to jump scare his mother. "Yuzu, we JUST got here..." The ears drooped one degree. The tail slowed. The sulk warning light came on. "...Fine. Fine! Ten count." "Yesss!" She kissed his cheek and was gone in a spray of sand. He closed his eyes. "Ten. Nine. Eight..." Yuzuha sprinted down the beach, giggling, bare feet slapping wet sand, dodging between umbrellas. "Watch it, lady!" someone yelped. She needed a spot, a GOOD spot and then she found it. A family's camp, towels, a cooler, sand toys, inflatable rings and no family anywhere in sight. Probably off at the snack shack. A pile of pool stuff, just begging for one more piece. 'Perfect~' She dropped flat on the sand behind the cooler and let the change take her. It started in her skin. The soft fuzz of it smoothed away, pores sealing, texture turning slick and glossy, her orange fur pattern becoming printed color on shining vinyl, white belly, orange sides, dark glossy forearms like she wore gloves. The sensation was like being dipped in warm oil, every inch of her surface waking up as it sealed. "Hnn~" she squeaked, then bit down on it. He'd HEAR her. Kitsune ears worked both ways and that man had learned to listen. Then her insides started to melt. Her bones went first, softening like wax, dissolving into her flesh. Then her organs, one by one, going quiet and liquid and thinning out toward her skin, all of her substance migrating outward until she was just a soft empty skin lying on the sand and THAT feeling, the hollowing, dragged a moan up from somewhere she couldn't cage. "Mmmnh~ Nnn~" She slapped both half-melted hands over her mouth. 'Quiet, quiet, you dumb fox, he'll hear, he'll HEAR!' Air rushed in to fill her. She inflated from the core outward, belly rounding, limbs plumping into soft seamed vinyl tubes, breasts swelling up big and taut and squeaky, and her nipples pinched and reformed into two pale plastic valves, caps and all. Her pussy simplified into a neat molded slit. Seams pressed themselves along her sides and down her tail, which puffed up into a glorious inflated plume. The last of her weight vanished. Wind nudged her and she rocked. 'Being full of air feels so WEIRD. Weird and floaty and~ hehehe~ tight~' Every grain of sand under her back registered through the thin vinyl like fingertips. The sun's heat soaked into her glossy surface. She wiggled herself flat with a rubbery squeak, then dragged a kid's bucket and a boogie board half over herself. Camouflage complete. One fox print pool toy among the beach junk. Dario opened his eyes. "Ready or not!" He walked the beach with his hands in his pockets, scanning. He checked the lifeguard tower. He squeezed a stranger's beach ball, apologized and moved on. Minutes crawled by, and behind the cooler Yuzuha vibrated with silent smug joy. Then the family came back. "Who left this here?" The mom, juggling snack shack fries, frowned at the fox pool toy tangled in her kids stuff. She picked the bucket off Yuzuha, lifted the boogie board away and dragged her out into open view, propping her upright against the cooler in full sunlight. "Kids, is this ours? Whatever, don't touch it, it's someone's…" 'Weird design for a pool toy,' the mom thought, squinting at the anatomically generous chest. 'Beach stores will sell anything these days.' 'NO! No no no, my disguise! My perfect disguise! Damn you and your fries, you absolute BASTARDS!' She could do nothing but sit there, glossy and obvious, boobs pointed at the horizon, as Dario's silhouette turned. Stopped. Walked over with the slow deliberate stride of a man who had alread
