Kitsune Cuddling

[Fluff Tail] //tooltip- Have a go at her tempting tails.

//if player has kitsune vision (reminder to use rawOuputText)
You're too far gone now, nothing can stop you from doing this. Maybe you should have been more careful, but as you stare at her six swaying tails, you know that it was always going to turn out this way.

//parsed again, merge with normal
You tell the kitsune that you want one thing only, glancing at her backside with open excitement. Here eyes flash, and she eagerly submits to your desires, turning around and thrusting her hips back for easy access.

[say: Mmm, I love it when they're so direct...]

Your [hands] close in on your prize, and you're almost sweating with anticipation. It waits in front of you, tantalizing, begging to be touched. You're almost drooling.

[say: Now, don't be a tease, I'm— Huh?]

You grab hold of a tail. Just one for now, that's as much as you can handle at the moment. Its soft fur feels heavenly on your [if (hasfur) own|[skindesc]], and you take some time to adjust before even attempting to stroke it. You give it one long, slow pet to start out, just getting a feel for her fuzz.

[say: Um... Are you alright? Isn't there— A-Ah!]

The kitsune continues to let out light moans as you more firmly run your fingers up and down her downy tail. Her complaints have completely stalled in the face of your expert treatment, and you're quite emboldened by this. So emboldened, in fact, that you sneakily slip one hand slightly further along.

[say: Nnnn— A-A-Are you sure you know what you're— Oooohhh...]

Two at once—! The shock is almost too much at first, but you master your awe and press on, starting to move. The fox-girl is like putty in your hands as you wield her tails like a natural, her hands falling forward onto a nearby tree trunk for support. You have to contain yourself when your greedy eyes already start to size up a third.

You almost can't believe her fur is this soft—is this some kind of magic? It shouldn't be possible to feel like this, but here you are, her silky fur yours for the taking. Breathless, you lean in and press your cheek to it, immediately letting out an involuntary sigh at the sensation. You didn't think such pleasures existed in this mortal realm.

//if player has kitsune vision (unparsed, again)
But that was far too much kitsune for one [man], and you eventually succumb to the fluff that now fills your addled mind. Tails rhythmically sway in every corner of your vision, and you wouldn't be able to tell the real ones apart from all of the mirages if not for the soft sensation of their fur. The soft, bewitching sensation that soon pulls you down, down, until you're falling to the forest floor, the fluff drifting out of your hands like smoke.
//tooltip for the next button—"To sleep, perchance to dream."

//else
But this is almost too much excitement for you; you need to relax before you're overwhelmed. Luckily, you know just how to do that, gently dragging the almost-insensate vixen down to the forest floor with you. She doesn't seem to mind letting you have your way at this point, so you take full advantage of the opportunity.

You tenderly rest your weary head on the kitsune's tails, their fluff instantly enveloping you. A stray bit of fur tickles your [ear] slightly, but you soon find a comfortable position, nestling into her warmth and letting out a sigh. This is a far better bed than anything you could dream of back at camp, and you find yourself becoming drowsier by the second.

It's not long before you start to nod off.

[Next]
//Kitsune vision
You startle awake, a scream dying on your lips as you see that you're alone. Truly alone, you realize, the lack of kitsune dancing at the edge of your vision very welcome. You turn this way and that, but there's really nothing around you. The only sound you can hear is the wind gently whistling through the leaves.

You sigh in relief.

But then there's a giggle behind you.

//switch to parsed
You whirl around, and a kitsune is there. Many kitsune. Too many for you to count. Their tails swirl and whisk the air in front of you, and even as you curse yourself, you can't stop your hands from fruitlessly grasping at the cruel phantoms.

You stumble forward, no longer able to see your surroundings properly. Everything is tails, ears, and smirks. You're dizzy, and you can't seem to find your footing again. All you can do is crawl forward in vain, led on by the mirage in front of you, hopeless, bereaved. Tears spill from your eyes as you realize that you'll never touch them, never again.

//Remove the status here because I need the parser
[b: The last thing you feel before it all fades to black is warm, comforting fluff.]
//bad end

//else
You wake up. You're lying in the same spot you fell asleep, but the kitsune seems to have slipped off at some point. It really was a well-deserved nap, you think as you stretch your stiff limbs.

Patting down your person, you find everything to be in its proper place—it seems that the mischievous fox enjoyed that enough to not play any more tricks on you. You set off for camp with a smile on your face, the vestigial feeling of her warm fur still lingering on your hands.

//Back to camp