title: Foxy Fascination aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Cytharia] id: [49941831] date: 星期六, 十二月 10日 2022, 3:34:17 下午 modified: 星期六, 十二月 10日 2022, 3:36:26 下午

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Foxy Fascination

Author: Cytharia Source: Foxy Fascination

Return customers were exceedingly common at the Hot as Hell Club, the Madame made sure of that. Corrupting the so-called “innocent” didn’t happen in a day, of course, and the best way to ensure that the club was run profitably was to lure back customers again and again. Here, though, the prize she was after wasn’t cold, hard cash, but rather something a bit less… tangible. She was after damnation.

Aaron was one of those aforementioned returning customers, striding so confidently into the club. He’d been as timid as any other upon first discovering Hot as Hell, peeking into a doorway that he somehow had never noticed before in the nondescript college town he’d called home for years. Upon entering, though, he was greeted with impossible sights and improbable delights. Whatever occult enchantment that shielded the place from prying eyes decided that he was one of those worthy enough to find it.

Atsuko; he’d never forget that name. The kitsune had swept him off his feet within a few moments of his seemingly accidental entry into the club. In a matter of hours, Aaron had gone from virginal novice to an expert of an array of sexual positions and maneuvers. And through it all, with every pump of his hips and every squirt of his seed, Atsuko’s chest swelled and grew before his very eyes. It was addictive and supernaturally exhausting.

Today, though, the pale-haired foxgirl was nowhere to be seen. Aaron peered amidst scenes of utter depravity all around him without a single sign of the girl he’d dreamt of every night in the past two weeks - since his last visit. She’d always been right here for him. Was she with someone else? Jealousy began to flare inside him as he imagined his Atsuko entertaining someone new.

“I presume you’re looking for Atsuko,” came a voice from behind him, causing the man to wheel around to face its owner. He came face-to-face - well, face-to-chest - with an exceedingly tall blonde woman. Thanks to the distraction of her rack, it would take him a few moments to realize that her skin was a bright red in color, and she sported a pair of positively demonic-looking horns. She cleared her throat and crossed her arms in front of her ample chest before continuing.

“I’m afraid you’re out of luck. I had to issue her a suspension for,” she paused, her eyes flickering toward the ceiling for a moment before snapping back to Aaron’s bewildered face, “health code violations.” In reality, the kitsune’s habit of draining her clients dry had gotten her into some hot water with the Madame. Atsuko had been forcibly ejected a few days prior, sealed away behind an occult spell to keep her from re-entering the club for two or three… years. A light suspension in her mind, barely a slap on the wrist.

“But luckily for you, I’ve got another option,” the Madame continued, her tone of voice the disinterested monotone of a shop clerk being halted by a customer when said customer is the only thing between them and their cigarette break. The red-skinned woman stepped to the side and revealed that someone had been standing directly behind her the whole time - or so it seemed. Given the odd powers that seemingly everyone possessed around this place, Aaron thought that perhaps she teleported there.

The reveal was that of a woman who was particularly more foxy than Aaron’s desired partner. Like Atsuko, she came equipped with long, snow-white hair and a pair of triangle-shaped, pointy ears. The differences were immediately clear as well; the vixen’s snout extended from her face animalistically, the bemused smile she wore exposing sharp canine teeth like that of her vulpine cousins. The coloration of her fur also appeared consistent with those cousins, though was interrupted as it was by the small bit of clothing she bothered to wear.

Clinging to the vixen’s curves was what appeared to be a two piece set of vintage lingerie. Her upper body was minimally covered from just above her navel to under her arms with a navy lace bustier,. It stretched across her chest, pulled taut by the two mountains of flesh that it barely held back. Having nowhere to go outward, the fox’s breasts were forced together to create a canyon of cleavage that was difficult for Aaron to pry his gaze from to inspect the rest of the girl.

“This is Cytharia, she’ll be your hostess today,” the Madame said rather distractedly, her eyes wandering from the man to whom she was addressing. “Now run along, I’ve got work to do.”

Aaron made a face. His eyes darted from Cytharia’s chest to the demonic-looking woman who seemingly ran the place. “A fucking furry?” he shouted, raising his voice to the Madame as she walked away. His face twitched with anger as other patrons’ eyes were drawn to his exclamation. “No-no-no, I came here for Atsuko, not some yiffy weirdo,” he said, lifting his foot and stomping on the floor to punctuate his declaration.

Silence fell as the club’s customers and their hosts quieted themselves in the wake of such an outburst. The Madame stopped dead in her tracks and clenched both of her hands into fists at her sides, but otherwise didn’t visibly react.. Cytharia, too, stood stock still, her golden eyes half-hidden behind her eyelids. After a tense few seconds, the Madame raised her arm, her fingers splaying in a dismissive wave.

“Take care of him,” the Madame commanded, then continued to walk away.

Aaron stood in entitled disbelief when what he demanded wasn’t immediately provided to him, but a smirk grew on Cytharia’s face in response to the whole situation and the Madame’s apparent command. She spoke.

“Ah, you’re angry. I can use that,” she mused, widening her mouth into a grinning snarl, displaying her array of pearlescent, vulpine teeth. Her voice was subdued, even compared to the Madame’s, and anything but timid. Cytharia lifted a bare footpaw and stepped forward toward Aaron, her expression unchanging. She took another step, closing about half the original gap between them.

Aaron seemed half-alarmed and half-annoyed at the creature walking toward him. He stumbled half a step backward purely out of instinct, despite the fact that the fox walking toward him was an inch or two shorter than he was.

Was he going to back down to this furry? No, not a chance. If she wanted to get in his face, he’d stand up to her. He’d make sure that next time he walked into this establishment they’d actually hear him out instead of making him settle for second best.

Cytharia sported a confident little smirk. She was approaching him! Her hands lifted as she neared him and pressed to Aaron’s shoulders, grasping them tightly and continuing in her trajectory, forcing him to match her movements backward. Her grip seemed inhumanly strong, and the force at which his back hit the wall dazed him for a moment. Still stunned by the impact, he couldn’t wriggle away before the fox’s muzzle pressed forward and she planted a big, wet kiss right on his lips.

BZZZZZT. Aaron’s vision filled with bright white, blinding him for just a moment. When his eyes could once again perceive the world around him, the first things that he saw were… buildings. Towering over him were skyscrapers that didn’t belong in his small town. No, he had to have been transported somewhere else. He seemed to be standing in the middle of a street, but there seemed to be no traffic, nothing whizzing toward or away from him.

As Aaron’s sight came back to him after the blinding brightness faded, his next realization hit him. There was something fishy about the nearest building, and the reason why soon became quite obvious to him. It wasn’t made of steel and glass, but instead appeared to be fashioned out of cardboard. The doors and windows of the “building” were simply crude shapes drawn onto that paper stock material. It was a city that seemed homemade in someone’s kitchen as part of a school project or a model train set.

But who would go to all the trouble to put this together? The looming structures around him had to have been hundreds of feet tall. How were they even staying upright when their material was so flimsy? All these questions swirled through Aaron’s brain as he tried to discern how to get out of this predicament, and perhaps even more crucially, what even was the predicament he was in?

When he’d had all but a few moments to get his bearings, the ground rumbled underneath him. The model buildings around him swayed in response to what felt like an earthquake, and he had trouble keeping his footing. He toppled over, failing to keep his balance, and landing hard on his back. The impact of his fall knocked the wind from his lungs and treated him to what was both a curious and horrifying sight.

“You’re so adorable when you’re mad,” mused the vixen. Her amber eyes affixed directly on the single inhabitant of the desolate cardboard metropolis while she stood above it like a stacked, vulpine Gojira. Her voice echoed off the facades of the buildings surrounding him, amplified and off-timed in a way that made her voice sound a little like thunder.

Aaron was frozen there on his back, less due to the fall than the terrifying sight of a creature that had to be pushing a mile in height. He could do nothing but stare when Cytharia lifted a huge foot above his section of the city. It blotted out the light above him - which he realized wasn’t actually the sun but an artificial, fluorescent, overhead lamp - as it swung. Toes that were hundreds of feet in length wiggled in a threatening display of sheer, overwhelming size. The fox held her foot in the air and let out a girlish giggle.

“So have you got any other insults for me? I’m sure it’d only motivate all the more to crush you into dust, little man,” she taunted him. From this angle, he had the perfect view of the underside of Cytharia’s footpaw. Four tar-black, ovular pads adorned each digit on her foot, along with a spade-shaped one along its ball, and a sixth at her heel. Each one shimmered and shined as if they had just been buffed to a sparkling sheen. Sprouting between each of her pads were tufts of dark brown fur, with a wider expanse of dark fur on the arch that stretched between the two larger pads. At the end of each toe was a claw, clipped and dulled in the manner of a pedicure.

While he inspected her ominously hovering sole, it suddenly began to move, both downward and laterally. Light from above the model town winked back into Aaron’s vision, no longer occluded by Cytharia’s foot that was now seemingly finding a different target. As her foot descended upon the uninhabited, faux city, it seemed to grow in size until it was obvious that it was longer than a city block.

The wind that resulted from her foot displacing air hit him first, causing buildings all around him to sway in response. When her sole impacted the peaks of those skyscrapers they crumpled easily underneath the force of her stomp, utterly incapable of even slowing down the descent of the huge paw. Dozens of cardboard constructions bowed before her mighty steppie, and were crushed into the ground.

THHHOOOOOOMMMMM. The sound of impact vibrated through air and ground alike. The vixen snuffed out a sizable portion of the “city” in one meager step. She cocked her hip and swung her knee from side to side, grinding the ball of her foot down upon the crushed remains of what she’d flattened beneath it.

“Your turn,” purred Cytharia from high above him. She leaned forward, her top barely containing a pair of breasts that seemed desperate to escape their confines, nearly spilling over top of the low cut of the garment.

Aaron scrambled backward on the street made of construction paper and crayons, trying to pull himself to his feet. This had to be a dream, right? He knew from jump that Atsuko and her associates were magical - that was pretty difficult to ignore, given that they all seemed to be different shades of supernatural beings. But everything he’d done with Atsuko was technically physically possible! His brain didn’t have the capacity at this very moment to ponder the nature of the square cube law. Instead, adrenaline pumped through his veins and insisted that his only option was to flee.

And flee he did. He turned and sprinted down that street, his shoes crunching on the paper surface beneath his footfalls. It’s just a dream, he repeated to himself in his head, over and over again, like a mantra. He couldn’t bring himself to look back, even as shadow crept over him and the surrounding cityscape.

A storm of earthquakes hit one after another, sending the cardboard structures swaying all around him. One of the buildings ahead of Aaron wobbled back and forth in an increasingly unstable positive feedback loop. He stared up at it even as he struggled to force his body to run faster, foreseeing the fact that it would block his path if it were to topple over. When it wobbled for the final time and began to tip, he knew that he wouldn’t make it in time.

Shrouded in shadow, Aaron could only watch as the cardboard box fell sideways and across the road. It bounced once, then twice, when it impacted, a consequence of both its construction material and size, behaving like something much, much smaller than it appeared to be. She wasn’t a mile-tall vixen, no - he had just been reduced to a fraction of an inch in height, running for his life from a five-foot-six foxgirl.

Aaron’s pace slowed to a jog, and then he stopped, panting for breath from his brief but valiant escape attempt. He carefully began to turn around, afraid of what he might see when he did.

Cytharia was on her knees, each one planted in a newly-created crater in the fake city. Above them stretched muscular orange thighs, a thousand feet tall, dwarfing the homemade structures that remained around her. He followed her body up, up, up, nearly stumbling backward and losing his balance at the scale of what he saw. Two unimaginably massive breasts hung from the vixen’s chest, covered nearly completely in white fur. The fox shifted her shoulders to cause them to bounce and wobble in what was both an erotic and alarming display. Each of her boobs stretched into a teardrop shape thanks to gravity in this position, terminating at the point closest to the ground with a pair of large, black, furless nipples.

“I love this part,” the giantess told her little victim, continuing to shift her body back and forth in a kind of show for the gawking Aaron. He was speechless, simply staring at the impossibly huge vixen giggling above him. It was at that moment he realized how tight his pants were - that without realizing it, he’d popped a full-mast erection while fleeing for his life.

“I’ll see you next time,” boomed Cytharia’s voice, her hands lifting from the ground and seeking her own chest. Each of her palms pressed inward on either side of her breasts, squeezing them together firmly. Without the support of her arms, the fox’s abdominal muscles contracted firmly, keeping her bent forward for only a moment, before she allowed her upper body to fall. Aaron knew there was nowhere to run from her, now. Her simple magnitude made the few feet he could run every few seconds completely inconsequential.

More and more of Aaron’s sightline was filled with white fur as Cytharia collapsed downward. He swallowed as time slowed down, adrenaline assisting his perception in what his body no doubt believed to be his final moment. The vixen’s chest represented hundreds of thousands of tons of weight on his scale, slightly more than the Burj Khalifa - each. He would barely feel a thing when the tit squished him flat into the paper pavement, his body offering absolutely no resistance. It all happened in a matter of milliseconds, transmuting Aaron into nothing but a pile of goo smeared on black construction paper.

Aaron gasped and opened his eyes to see the familiar ceiling fan above his bed. He was drenched in sweat, breathing heavily, his heart racing. Had it all even happened? Slowly, he brought his breathing under control and began to relax, convincing himself that it had all been a nightmare. An arousing nightmare, given the state of the bulge in his boxer shorts.

He almost jumped out of his skin when a faraway THOOOOMMMM echoed through his ears, followed by the sound of distant shrieking. Aaron quickly threw the comforter from his body and stood up, rushing to the window. Miles in the distance he saw the figure of a gigantic foxgirl, casually walking directly away from his house. Every step that impacted the ground sparked bright flashes as power lines were severed and underground gas lines cut. Seemingly undeterred, she continued to walk until she disappeared behind the horizon, leaving in her wake a line of destruction. Distant sirens gradually superseded the echoing booms of Cytharia’s footsteps.

Aaron didn’t fall back asleep that night and made the decision to call out of work the next day. In lieu of sleep or anything else, he sat and stared out the window at the path Cytharia had cut through his town with her steps, though by morning her gouging footsteps and widespread damage had evaporated. No evidence remained of what he’d witnessed the night before.

When evening came and the sun began to set, he walked to the familiar strip mall, standing before the storefront that read “HOT AS HELL CLUB” that seemingly only he could see. As he stepped through the doorway, he was confronted by a brick of a woman sporting dark hair and a pair of forward-pointing horns.

“Hold up, hold up. You got business here? Who’re you here to see?” asked the muscle bound girl, crossing arms as thick as Aaron’s waist in front of her as her gleaming yellow eyes sized him up.

“C-Cytharia,” he stammered.