On the Scene with Getting Tails

(contains bunny to kitsune TF, muscle growth, size diff, mild male hyper, public yiffing)

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Trying to visit the mortal realm can get super annoying. So many people can’t accept the fact there are wondrous things that exist outside their little reality bubbles. Then again, these are the same evolved animals that can’t believe in global warming. Showing off magic and miraculous beasts might be a bit much.

Trying to hide the fact magic makes up most of your form is also troublesome. Musae rocked in her chair fondling the hoop ring hanging from her neck not for the first time that day. Strung inside it were nine beads that glistened from her foxy paw pads running over them. Each brimmed with enough power to make the strongest human look like the world’s strongest termite. Unfortunately, in this state they were virtually worthless storage decor. The things she had to do to look like an everyday anthro vixen. Without ether pumping through her veins, even the occasional breeze through her kiosk lacked any delicious senses to savor. Talk about a boring and numb state to live in. She had no idea how mortals managed.

It couldn’t be helped. Another unfortunate truth about reality is that one cosmic force beats out magic; money. Musae needed to eat, and no one in the spirit world cared for her jewelry crafting hobby. Mortal’s, on the other hand, can’t seem to get enough fancy looking trinkets to decorate themselves with. While not insanely lucrative, the income justified roasting her peach colored fur in a late summer sun. What she really needed was a big sale that could cover expenses before calling it a day. Renting these damn boardwalk booths wasn’t cheap either.

Pointed ears perked their black tips seeing a car roll up nearby, only to sink upon noticing the rat climbing out carrying a bag from Taco Bell. The vixen’s black furred stomach gave off a growl as he approached, bringing the enticing scent of beef and sour cream.

“Are you Musae?” he asked with a genuine smile that Musae found contagious.

“Damn straight!” she declared, accepting the bag of greasy garbage. Whatever mammal invented such wondrous service as food delivery and chalupas deserved nothing but a god’s blessing. Musae didn’t care if she got fat off this stuff, there was nothing like it back home. Her free hand dipped into the back pocket of her shorts, pretending to pull out the wad of conjured bills she passed back. “Thanks for the hard work. Keep the change.”

“Thank you, ma’am!” The rat’s eyes shot up, realizing the twenty-dollar tip he’d just been gifted. What a poor job he must have if that was all it took to put a bounce in his step.

Sadly, Musae couldn’t change the world with magic if she wanted to. It was all about the little things people can do to make each other’s days less terrible. Things like unwrapping a large tortilla shell stuffed with ground beef and a heaping mix of unhealthy things. Her narrow muzzle sprayed saliva as she snapped at the hot chalupa.

SPLOURT!!

“Gah!” Of course, the prospect of eating something delicious outside the spirit realm made Musae too excited to consider how it should be consumed. Half the chalupa’s contents poured out its backend in a waterfall down to her lap. The vixen bolted from her seat in a flurry of panicked yips as the hot spicy meat burned through cheap fabric at the sensitive fur on her chest and crotch.

“Hot! Hot! Hot!”

What the hell degrees did this area’s Taco Bell cook at? Nine thousand and one? Musae tore at her shirt, desperate to ease the fire searing into her soft fur. Her petite breasts gave a slight bounce in their white bra as she flung it onto the kiosk counter. There was no time to worry about her hoop necklace coming off with it, bouncing once to land amongst the other assorted accessories. The burning fire threatening to penetrate her pants crotch took priority.

At least Musae had enough sense to keep her pants on while grabbing her shirt in a rush for the nearby restroom shack. For once she appreciated sanitation laws, forcing most shops to work around such facilities. Thankfully, no one came in to see a vixen in her underwear perform awkward clothes scrubbing under a hand sink. The spices could be washed out, but the browned stains were beyond the cleaning capacity of hand soap.

Talk about the perfect way to improve a drab day. Without a change of clothes in the car, and no magic power to speak of, Musae stepped out of the bathroom in damp clothes that looked like someone vomited on her crotch. She hadn’t suffered such a pride crushing accident in centuries, and that had been a very drunk French soldier.

And now she had to put on her game face because a customer finally arrived at the kiosk. Walking back over, Musae could make out a general brown rabbit man decorated in darker brown patches. The one over his eye worked with the single flopped ear to make a rather cute face. Shame his choice of semi-formal dress shirt and jeans was a bit boring.

“Good afternoon, sweetie,” she said to avoid startling them. “Sorry, I had a bit of a lunch accident.”

“Oh,” The bunny turned with a smile that revealed his larger than normal front teeth. It would have made Musae melt had his eyes also not followed her messy shirt down to its pants landing, making both of them blush. “It...it’s not a problem. You okay?”

“Just some burnt pride. I’ve had worse.” Musae slid back into her chair, taking a long sip from the Taco Bell soda cup. Great, they gave her diet coke instead of baha blast again. That barely made the meal worth all this trouble. “You looking for some fun trinkets to collect? I make everything here so it’s unique.”

“That’s really impressive.” his nose twitched rapidly, gazing over a rack of necklaces. “I was thinking of a gift for my landlord and semi-girlfriend. She’s got a thing for fancy looking treasure things.”

“Semi-girlfriend?” Musae’s tail wagged at receiving a compliment as flattering as ‘treasure,’ though her curiosity got the better of any business sense. “How’s that work, fluff butt? I’m not from these parts.”

“My name is Wendel, thanks. I guess most people call it ‘friends with benefits?’ I don’t care, it’s nice to have the company.”

“Can’t argue with that, I suppose.” Discovering a social arrangement like sexual friends existed made Musae scan along the bunny’s frame while browsed her ring display. A bit on the skinny side, but his butt filed out those jeans nicely. Even the flicking tail nub had an adorable charm. “ Call me Musae, if you like. Any particular style your friend is into?”

“I’m more worried if anything here can fit her,” Wendel replied with a meek laugh. “She’s on the large size, and I mean that in every possible way.”

“Ah, I’ve seen the type before. I got a few chain extenders and rings for thick fingers in the cabinet.” Musae hopped off her chair for the lower storage area, pausing halfway with another glance back at Wendel. “Do you have any estimate what her ring size might be-aaaaaaahhh…”

“Hm? Not particularly.” Wendel didn’t notice the vixen’s jaw hit the pavement, fondling over an interesting amulet made of string and twine. “Though she might find a dreamcatcher interesting. I don’t see many of these. You got any in red?”

Musae’s hands clasped at her chest, confirming the magical container no longer hung from her neck. Seeing what was essentially her entire existence palmed casually by a mortal brought up anger that under normal circumstances would have melted the streets.

“Let go of that!”

“Whoa! What the fuck, lady!?” Wendel recoiled with an alarmed squeak. Aggressive sales were one thing, but he drew the line at being tackled no matter how cute a lady might be.

One of the last things Musae cared about in that moment was someone’s personal space. She rammed Wendel into the cement with knees jammed atop his stomach, causing too much pain for him to appreciate the braless breasts jammed against his face. All that mattered was grabbing that hoop out of his grubby little paws. And then she can act irrationally offended at them.

SNAP!

What the vixen didn’t expect was for a startled Wendel to tighten his grip against hers. They partook in a two second tug of war before the weak material splintered. Wendel reeled back, thunking his head against the sidewalk while Musae tumbled head over heels off his torso.

“No! No! No!” Scraps and bruises aside, Musae rolled into a sitting position, staring horrified at the broken piece of amulet in her hands. Only four of the nine beads hung off the loose strands, which popped one by one out of existence. “Oh shit! No! My magic. You stupid fuck. You took my magic.”

“The hell are you bitching about!?” Wendel sat up nursing what could be the start of a bump in his head. Holding up the other half of the hoop in his hands, it was strange to find the remaining five beads gone from its strings. Didn’t look like any of them were rolling around on the pavement either. “The hell was that thing worth? Five bucks?”

“Try more than your witless soul,” snapped Musae. Looking around for her lost treasure wouldn’t help matters. With a quick incantation in Japanese, her eyes flickered with a glow unnoticeable under a bright afternoon sun. There was a few seconds of blank confusion before she stared at Wendel and recoiled. “Oh, sweet mother of Inari. This is going to be worse than I thought.”

“Now what did I do?” Wendel pushed back onto his feet, brushing off his arms and back. Everything tingled, even the parts that didn’t scrap across the sidewalk.

Musae offered nothing in explanation as she slowly backed away. The spell cast on her eyes was for simple aura detection. When active the world became tinged with a light blue color, while anything possessing magic would glow orange relevant to the amount of power it contained. A simple but useful tool used by even the most divine of casters.

It confused Musae at first why then all she saw was orange until she finally got enough distance to locate where the source of her power had gone. Unsurprisingly, Wendel projected a magic aura the size of a hot-air balloon. His posture faltered, head sweating in a rush of unseasonable heat.

“Ugh!” The bunny grunted, one hand on his stomach where Musae’s knees had landed. “I don’t feel so good.”

“I bet. Better hold on to something, cause you’re in for a ride.”

“But...hag...hnngh!?”

Wendel had a million questions while his vision rocked back and forth. The burning around his fur seemed to shift, zeroing in on the base of his spine.

KER-FLOOF!

“Aah!!” Wendel staggered forward at the odd sensation of his vertebrae exploding outward. He let out a gasp, twisting to see his puffy rabbit's tail suddenly stretched long enough to brush the ground, swishing thick silky fur across the seat of his jeans. “M-my tail!? What the fuck happened to my tail?”

“It’s my tail, dumbass.” Musae’s grumbling brought Wendel’s attention back on her. “I’m a kitsune and that hoop was my container for all nine of my magic tails. You know how hard it is to disguise god-tier power in a non-magical world? Fuck! And now you’re ripping the hoop accidently sent all of them into your body instead of mine.”

“You’re the one that tackled me and ripped it!”

KER-FLOOF!

“Gaaah! Make it stop!” Wendel squealed, groping his butt in a futile effort to prevent another fox tail from sprouting.

“Wish I could, but I’m practically powerless without even one tail.”

“But you still have…”

“This is a mortal disguise. Try to keep up.” Musae leaned against her kiosk with a dejected sigh and wag of her pseudo fox tail. “There’s about as much magic in my ass as there are cells in your brain.”

“Okay, now you’re just being mean.”

KER-FLOOF!

SHRRRTTT!!

“Aw hell!” Wendel blushed as the third tail wedged its way out, tearing the pre-made hole and most of his jeans backside with the unprepared girth. Before he could react both hands flew to his stomach, trying to help fight an overwhelming urge to vomit. The rest of his clothes were smoothing out their creases, drawing taut across his body while a gap formed between shirt and pants hems. “Ooooh! I feel...weird.”

“That’s your body trying to absorb all the magic rushing into you,” Musae explained with the first signs of sympathy. “Let’s just hope it doesn’t make you explode.”

“What!?”

KER-FLOOF!!

“Oooogggah!” Wendel’s four brown fox tails made an audible swooshing noise with his frantic motions. The sickness may have passed, only to be replaced with dizzy spells. His vision of the ground seemed to be rapidly zooming out like a camera lens, clothes stretching tight around his expanding body. “Oh no, not more growing again?”

“Again? Wow, you must get around.”

The bunny gave a nervous chuckle, trying to adjust his shirt. It did little good with the hem drawn to its limit below his ribcage. Some might have considered it child sized on his towering eight feet of height. “Y-you have no idea. Agh!”

KER-FLOOF!

SHRRRTTTT!!

After all the spontaneous and unwelcomed transformations Wendel has endured since moving to Seattle, it remained a mystery why the thought of removing his shoes never struck until after the fact. As tail five unfurled into the cluster atop his butt, the bunny moaned over a pinching around his feet. Cheap sneakers inflated like leathery balloons until the sprouting of sharp claws helped thick rounded toes to tear out their fronts. The rest of his shoes tore under the rapid extending of his heels into a high arch, forcing now enormous plump paws into a digitigrade stance.

The Kiosk creaked with Wendel stumbling against it, desperate for a brace. His very predatory looking paws for feet took a moment to gain a balance on.

“Is...is this supposed to happen?”

“Geez!” Many of the handmade jewelry clattered together with Wendel’s increased size shifting them about. Musae dived in a panic to keep everything within reach from piling on the sidewalk. “I just said they’re kitsune tails, ya dumb bunny. What do you think they’re going to do?”

Pressure welled up inside Wendel’s lower back, making him grit his teeth that were gaining a sharper edge. “At this rate? I’m probably about to lose any sense of modesty.”

KER-FLOOF!

SHRRRPPPP!

CHUT! CHUUT!

KRRRTTT!

Out came the sixth tail, creating a very destructive send off for Wendel’s pant legs. His already misshapen fox feet doubled in size, pushing the plump pads underneath so hard they cracked the concrete. Thighs throbbed against straining denim, becoming thicker and more ridged. The seams only lasted a few pulses before snapping along the edges so brown furred beef could flex freely in the warm air.

CRAK! CRK! CRK!

SNAP!

A sudden increase of hip and butt size delivered the fatal blow to the bunny’s belt. Only the front of his pants remained tightly bound to his crotch, desperately clinging on strands of thread. Wendel groaned, really hating these uneven growths. They made his lower body look monstrously disproportionate to his still lean upper half.

KER-FLOOF!

Well, at least such gross pauses between changes were brief. Lucky seven pushed its way into the gaggle of tails weighing on Wendel’s muscled behind, sending a geyser of magic into his chest. The tan fur of his stomach rippled before framing around the rise of dense abdominal bricks. The muscles of his back poked out from under his skin, creating the firm foundation for his shoulders to surge wider.

KRRRSSSSHHH!!

“Naaagh!!” Spit flew from Wendel’s heaving mouth, relishing the way his chest bulged out into manly pectorals. Their massive surge was the final straw for his strained shirt, exploding the front in a shower of buttons and torn cotton. Excess energy poured down his arms, filling them with liquid steel. The sleeves tore from each pumping bicep without the need to even flex. He turned his hands over in fascination, watching the fur of his knuckles thicken before the fingers themselves swelled into lethal sausages, more so after each tip grew curved sharp claws.

KER-FLOOF!

“AH gawd! Here we go.” Wendel groaned when his new eighth tail joined the bundle. Almost immediately his nose quivered and then scrunched against a mounting pressure. The light pink developed into a dark black around the nostrils. “GAH-CHOO!”

With an unexpected motor reflex, the changed bunny felt his entire mouth shoot forward a full foot. His nose tripled in size, riding atop the narrowing bridge away from his skull, while more teeth grew to fill the open gum space. A few snorts and shake of the head helped clear the sinuses for a much stronger sense of smell, but also caused flopping ears to shrink into more acute triangles.

“Well, that sucked,” Wendel stated, voice deeper thanks to an increase in neck muscles. His freshly made fox face glanced down at Musae, marveling for a second at how tiny she looked coming up to his lower chest area. “Do you get this hulkish with nine tails too?”

“...sometimes?” Any semblance of anger seemed to have left the smaller vulpine with her eyes lingering across the rippling span of Wendel’s exposed chest. This was a much better view than watching him explode. It took everything not to reach out and trace along those glorious abs. “Strange, though, I could have sworn you got all nine of my…”

KER-FLOOF!!

“Yeek!” Wendel’s alarmed squeal sounded undignified for his towering, manly shape. He didn’t care so much that the final kitsune tail shot out of his backside, but for the rubber band effect that preceded it. A surge of magical force rushed into his pelvis, culminating on his crotch.

KER-BUUUULGE!

“ACK!” Both of the new kitsune’s giant hands clamped on the thin jean covering, feeling its contents squirm. It did nothing to contain the pressure, which soon exploded forth in a drastic inflation. Wendel’s hands flew aside, letting both foxes watch his manhood become tightly defined under tightening denim. Within seconds it looked like he’d stuffed a pair of softballs between his beefed thighs.

“Sweet mother of the wholly light,” Musae gasped when the last of Wendel’s jeans split off from the increased penis girth. Hearts floated off her overjoyed face rather enjoying the view of watching his phallus become wrapped in a fluffy sheath only to re-emerge as a ten-inch erection. “You might have lost my tails, but this is a delightful bonus.”

“Like hell it is!” Wendel’s pointed ears flapped about with the frantic shaking of his head. Thankfully, no one had come along this section of boardwalk yet, but being huge and naked hardly left him relieved. Not even hands his size can completely cover his junk when throbbing at full mast. The touch of sensitive finger paw pads sure didn’t help it go down any faster. “Stupid post-TF arousal. How do we undo this?!”

“I suppose if you had any clue how to be a kitsune it’d be a finger snap away.” Musae’s eyes remained locked on the nervous sway of Wendel’s hips, following the bounce of his cock with a hungry lick across her upper lip. Life has a funny way of placing the simple solution in front of your face. “Lucky for us I know plenty of rituals to transfer my tails back.”

“Lucky for you maybe, I’m one crazy teens snapchat away from becoming an internet meme...again. W-why are you getting naked?”

“All part of the ritual,” Musae explained while stepping out of her dropped shorts and panties. A single fox tail swished across her bare ass as she approached a stunned Wendel. The scent of female arousal stunned him long enough for her slender fingers to wrap around his hard member. “Sorry I don’t have a pillow or something, but you’ll probably enjoy this, anyway.”

“I don’t think-YIP!”

Using Wendel’s dong for a handle made it easy to guide the flustered kitsune into Musae’s chair. She gently pushed him in, where the cluster of fluffy tails slinked through the gap between backrest and base. The legs groaned in protest to this significant weight, but proved sturdy enough to hold. Investing in a metal frame was about to prove its worth.

“No need to think, silly.” Musae giggled, yanking off her shirt and bra. At least the sun felt nice on her naked back while she kneeled to nuzzle along the length of Wendel’s shaft. “I’m going to blow off steam until you can’t think straight.”

“Mmmhhh! B-but...aah haaa…” A few long drapes of the tongue across the tapered canine tip melted Wendel’s resistance. He always hated to admit transformations wrecked his inhibitions, especially when they involved a drastic change in sexual characteristics. It was all he could do just to clench the arm rests grinding his muscled backside into the chair, eager for deeper stimuli.

It wouldn’t be too long of a wait. Musae worked the delicious shaft with her mouth and one hand while gently stroking her moist slit with the other. Seeing this adorable mortal squirm when possessing an imposing buff build was a major turn on for the vixen. All that cosmic power stewing inside his flesh can be overwhelming. But she suspected Wendel was already pent up before this. She only needed minutes to get his knot inflating.

“Mmmh! W-what are you...oh crap baskets!” A brief lull in the cock licking gave Wendel enough clarity to assess his fellow kitsune’s action. Glancing over the rise of his chest muscles, he got another surprise to see the smaller vixen turned around, slowly climbing backwards to sit on his throbbing lap. “You...you’re not going to...here!?”

“Fuck modesty anyway,” Musae cried, letting gravity help spear herself on Wendel’s dick. They let out unified yelps as his girth filled up her insides nearly to their limit. She couldn’t remember the last time a good romp felt this tense, vowing to take a higher interest in mortal flings later.

Too bad the dang knot had already swelled too large for an easy slide in. Oh well! Musea was fine working for her pleasure. Hips rolled back and forth along the ridges of Wendel’s abs, smearing her pussy juice across his fur. The motion ground at her insides so sweetly, but her lips refused to let the meaty bulge in. Metal chair legs squeaked against the concrete with her driving bucks growing swifter and stronger.

Strong male hands clamped onto Musae’s hips so suddenly she almost stopped her attempts with a startled bark. Instead, Wendel began pushing and pulling with her motions, helping add his strength to the mounting rhythm.

Wendel watched her plump peach of an ass bounce against him with a goofy smile. If this was going to happen either way, then damned if Wendel would not enjoy it. Every time Musea lifted forward off his cock was an opportunity to give her butt a firm squeeze before helping pull her back down.

“Nnngggh!” Musae growled when a really hard butt slam stretched her pussy, but still didn’t get Wendel fully inside. Picking up on this, she suddenly felt Wendel’s arms wrap around her waist and hugged her back against his chest. That provided just enough force that she felt a popping release followed by a waterfall of tingles that sent her legs twitching. GAAAH!! Haa haa! Fffuck, yeah! That’s...sssshhh...that’s perfect!”

“Not done yet,” Wendel teased, tickling her ears with his labored misty breath. The hands released their embrace and moved up to cup the vixens breasts, kneaded them into the bucking motions that resumed under Musea.

“N-not by a long sssshot! Mmgghh!”

SHHP! SHHP! SHHP! SHHP!

Musae’s first thoughts of this man might have pegged him as a virgin. Good thing those turned out to be incorrect. The expert hold on her tits made just the leverage she needed to grind on his knot fast and harder than ever while giving them both some additional fun. His shaft stretched her tunnel so tight and the way it stoked her clit with each bounce left her head rolling drunkenly against Wendel’s pecs, tongue hanging off to one side.

She had hoped to cum with him, but decades of celibacy caught up too fast. Musae grasped onto Wendel’s arms, feeling her insides rise and crash around his wonderful knot. Sharp barks filled the parking lot as her muscles milked his rod in several hard throbs.

That was more than Wendel could stand being her fuck seat. His claws dug into the soft flesh of her breasts when the newfound knot gave a hard twitch. Seconds of trying to hold back the rising tension later, he joined in her sensual barking. Hard spasms fired streams of gooey seed deep into Musae’s tunnel, completing their connection both physical and magical.

“This...this wasn’t a ritual. Was it?” Wendel asked once his rapidly heaving chest caught enough breath.

“Mmh!” Musae leaned her back fully against Wendel’s powerful torso, looking up at him to give a raspberry. “Nope! But it was damn more rewarding than the boring stuff.”

The afterglow faded much faster than the buff brown kitsune would have liked. Wendel gave another look around, ears folding back as he spotted people in the distance being drawn by all the loud animal noises. “And we needed to do this outside, because…?”

“Like hell we’re fucking in a dirty bathroom, and my car doesn’t have the space for all your beef.” Musae couldn’t have cared less about the spectacle of knotting on a public boardwalk. The scent of cooked beef had her forcibly scooting Wendel’s cock forward to grab at her bag of uneaten Taco Bell.

The motion’s against his tender throbbing cock made Wendel whimper, especially with the sight of Musae munching food pointing out how hungry all these lewd events left him. “I thought you said this would transfer your tails back.”

“They are. Look!” Musae swallowed a mouthful of burrito before gently twerking her ass against his lap.

The knot wasn’t giving either of them much flexibility, but it was enough for Wendel to see that a fluffy nub was growing next to Musae’s original fox tail. He stopped to focus and gasped, turning to look back at his own cluster. There was definitely a sense of one tail retracting back into him.

At a very agonizing slow pace, he noticed with complete dismay. Musae’s forming second tail barely exceeded Wendel’s old rabbit stump after a few minutes. By then, over a dozen people had gathered around the kiosk. At first it was to see if something violent had occurred. Upon realizing what the pair got up to was when the cell phones started coming out.

“We’re going to be here a long time. Aren’t we?”

“Mm-hmm!” Musae swallowed another mouthful of burrito, flashing happy teeth to her new audience. “Hey. If any of you gawkers want some gifts for your loved ones, the jewelry is still on sale. Ack! Hey!”

Wendel’s sudden rocking under Musae earned him a bap in the nose. Now that the passion was out of their systems, the vixen was pretty heavy. Her ass was putting his legs to sleep.

“Don’t ‘hey’ me! Why am I not shrinking down?”

“Because your form isn’t sustained by my tails, dummy.” Musae glanced down at her foot-formed second tail and sighed. “Considering it’s me, that hunky fox form will probably take weeks to burn out. A pity, you’re really cute this way.”

“Fucking serious? All my plus sized clothes are for female bodies. I don’t want to go shopping again.”

“...you have a way more interesting life than I thought.” Musae giggled, unimposed by the angry look Wendel shot her. “How about I take you out to dinner once your junk goes down? Conjuring nice clothes is easy for a nine tails.”

“When you have nine tails,” Wendel interjected, still looking grumpy. People were making phone calls now, and he was pretty sure that was a police cruiser turning into the parking lot. All the more shame Musae’s second tail still didn’t look halfway restored yet. “At least let me have some of that junk food before things get worse.”

At this, Musae’s cheerful mood plummeted into a fiery rage. “Fuck you! This is my garbage and I’m going to enjoy it no matter how many clicks it generates.”