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This story was written for Lavender Harmony. It contains F/Solo masturbation involving consenting adults, and lots of cute yet naughty fun involving footpaws, inflatables and a whole bunch of soft-play related goodness. ^^

Adorable, Soft, Sexy and Secret

It had been too long since Lavender had last enjoyed some fun at a soft-play centre, and with her usual connection currently unable to find her some time to spend alone that really left the vixen with only one option. In her apartment, blushing and whimpering in excitement as she rocked back and forth upon a large, air filled pool toy in the form of a husky, Lavender stared hungrily at the screen of her phone and the information contained upon it. The naked flesh of her pussy squeaked and slid back and forth across the pool toy's back, lubricated by her own excitement as she read up on a new soft play centre which had recently opened up in her area; a little further away than the one she had visited and enjoyed so deeply on past occasions, but still more than close enough for her purposes. It was bigger than the other one. It boasted a greater variety of soft-play related entertainment. It was perfect in so many respects, except of course for one.

"I... I c-can be good... just, enjoy it for the fun... think about what I do there, and... save it for later..."

The vixen whispered to herself, cheeks flushed, muzzle open and panting slightly as she found herself grinding and humping more vigorously against the soft yet sturdy inflatable. After her last few adventures in soft-play related lewdness, she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that her only way to visit this new play centre was on an 'adults only' night, likely to be surrounded by dozens and dozens of other people wanting a similarly carefree excuse to goof off and forget about the responsibilities and stresses of the world around them. Hell, according to the rules of the night she wouldn't even be able to take her socks off and feel the soft, squishy coolness of the soft-play centre's mats beneath her feet. Her toes curled, and her cheeks burned brighter at the very thought of that sensation.

"Ooh god..."

But, she could do it.

"Ohhh... nnhh, yesssss..."

In exchange for the fun and the freedom of being able to run and slide and roll and laugh and play like none of the stresses of her life mattered for a couple of hours, Lavender could deal with not being able to be nearly as free as she might have otherwise hoped. And besides, both after that session and indeed before, there was nothing stopping her from imagining herself getting up to all those fun, playful, lewd activities in this new soft-play space. She could fantasise and dream about it all she wanted, as unabashedly and frequently as she pleased. All she had to do was behave herself on the day, for just a couple of hours of innocent, socked and otherwise wholly clothed fun.

She could do that.

"I'm...!"

She could do that.

"Oh god, I.... I'm g-gonna...!"

Even if right then, as she humped the inflatable husky, hit the confirmation button on her phone's screen to book her place at the soft-play centre's next available adult's evening, and squealed as she surrendered to the orgasm towards which she had been rubbing and squeaking and grinding herself against the toy for some time now, all that Lavender could think about was how much fun it would be to say screw the rules and have her kind of fun regardless of who else was present... she knew that she could be good when the time came.

Whether she would be though, as the vixen whined and huffed and wiggled her toes as her pussy drooled over the inflatable's vinyl surface and her clit throbbed as it squeaked back and forth across the wet, frictionless material, that was another matter entirely.

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When Lavender arrived at the soft play centre, it was tortuous how much more beautifully cute and inviting it looked compared to its pictures. It was truly huge, easily a full third or maybe even a half as big again as the one she visited most often, and yet for anyone who hadn't looked at the building from the outside it might not have seemed quite so big because of just how much of the space was taken up by the soft-play equipment itself. There was only a small front lawn of vinyl covered foam mats at one end, where several members of staff were standing ready to receive the shoes and answer any questions posed by their guests for tonight's special grown-ups only event. Of course Lavender didn't have any, just blushing and smiling as she shook her head, sat down on the mats and squeezed them ever so briefly with her hands to revel in their smoothness and softness. Then she did as the other two dozen or so people who were here in time to be let in immediately as the event began, and calmly slipped off her shoes, leaving on the plain white socks which had been given a rare reason to be pulled forth from her bedroom drawers.

Her heart raced and her cheeks flushed as she glanced around at the other furs doing the same as her, many of them having come in pairs or groups of three or four, only a handful seeming to be flying solo like herself. She was still excited, but undeniably there was a little nervousness, a little embarrassment present too. These people, at least as far as she knew, didn't feel the same way about places like this as she did. Sure they wanted to relax and unwind and have fun, but... she had no reason to believe that any of them enjoyed the inflatables, the slides, the ball pits and foam filled, bright coloured shapes the way that she enjoyed them. And, even if she was here planning to be entirely innocent in her enjoyment of the soft-play space before her, there was still an element of being around others not necessarily of the same mindset as her which made Lavender question whether being here was a good idea at all. Would she really be able to have fun? Would she really be able to cut loose and enjoy herself, while being watched and potentially judged by some douchebros who were here ironically?

She did feel at least a little comforted just a short while later when she watched a group of three being turned away by the staff, obviously having arrived tipsy and being told that no-one was allowed on the equipment while intoxicated for safety reasons. After that though, and after the staff had turned back to face Lavender and the rest of the early arrivals, all that remained was a swift rundown of the same rules that all these places had either for kids or indeed adults. Rules that were sensible, rules that were important for safe and appropriate use of these kinds of facilities, and rules which had she been alone Lavender would have had utterly zero interest in sticking to. Hell, even now her toes flexed and wriggled in bound discomfort as the staff reminded them that while no shoes were permitted on the equipment, no socks were equally forbidden. But of course Lavender nodded along with everyone else who had agreed to the terms of service when they paid, and before long she and the other twenty five or so adults were unleashed upon the soft-play centre as their two hour time slot commenced.

At first, everyone seemed a little nervous. They slowly fanned out across the length of the play centre to its seven or eight separate entrances, and with almost comedic restraint began to push and climb their way through bright vinyl clad foam rollers, or inflatable pillars creating a veritable forest of a corridor, or geometrically shaped gaps in yet more inflatable material which would have been big enough for a child to leap through, but which for adults would mean a shuffling, tugging crawl. Lavender chose a corridor of horizontal inflatables similar to the pillar forest, and rather than ducking down underneath them and shimmying on her belly as her first instinct compelled, she too began to slowly, awkwardly push her way through inflatable pillar after pillar, feeling its deliciously soft, air filled surface rubbing against her hands and her torso but unable and unwilling in that moment to revel in the feeling as she most definitely would have had she been alone.

Being the first person to go through that particular entrance however did offer Lavender one benefit, and her heart raced as it occurred to her while she was still fighting her way through the inflatable barriers. If she was the first person entering the soft-play area itself through this entrance, and if everyone else was going to remain as nervous and bashful about actually being here to play as they currently appeared, even if only for a few minutes, that offered her a precious resource which the vixen had not expected herself to find even a few seconds of tonight. Time. Time to explore, to play, and to have fun without anyone else around to judge or tease or anything else. And all she had to do, all that was required in order to grant herself that time... was to not hold back like everyone else, and run.

With a gasp and a barely contained squeak of laughter, the vixen stumbled out of the end of the inflatable corridor and into a roughly square shaped chamber full of large, vinyl coated blocks upon thicker, bouncier foam mats. Her cheeks flushed immediately, and her toes instinctively curled down against the soft floor, only for Lavender to wince a little at the frustrating lack of sensation from the smooth PVC flooring thanks to her socks. Had she been alone, she could have spent an hour in this chamber alone rolling around wrestling with the different blocks and perhaps getting a little intimate, or more than a little if she was honest, with some of their squishable, humpable shapes. Instead though she forced herself onward, not just walking but picking up speed and jogging past that room, scooting her way through a plastic tunnel which in turn led to another obstacle laden, inflatable and foam filled corridor. Every room presented her with new options, new fantasies of things that she could have been doing there had she been alone, and in turn every room urged her to run faster, to race quicker and quicker towards the far end of the play centre for that very purpose. So that for a few short minutes, before anyone else grew confident enough to run and explore as she already was, she could be alone... and thus, for that brief little while, so that she could indulge those fantasies and satiate herself in that regard, before enjoying the rest of this evening purely for a little fun and relaxation rather than anything more unabashedly lewd.

Soon enough, with memories of a dozen chambers and corridors and virtually hundreds of soft, bright, oh so deliciously textured objects rolling around in her mind, Lavender scrambled out of a passageway which doubled as a ball-pit, and giggled as she found herself in a small chamber with not only the standard soft foam filled flooring as its base, but a similar covering to the walls and ceiling too. There was only one way in and out of this little room, and it undeniably marked the end of the road of the path which the vixen had chosen to carry her through the complex. Lavender's ears twitched almost immediately, listening out for the rustling sounds of another body pushing their way through the ball pit, or socked feet slapping against the mattresses and dodging around the large blocks in the maze-like room... at least she imagined it would be maze-like for kids, rather than folks like those here tonight who could see over the blocks with relative ease... which had come before that last ball-filled corridor. When she heard no-one though, the female fox's cheeks flushed, her eyes darted bashfully around as though just double checking that there were no fun, cool secret entrances to this chamber elsewhere, and then... then with a giggle she fell down to her rump on the padded floor, and lifted first one leg out before her, then the other as she eagerly, delightedly peeled off her socks.

Whimpering softly as she pulled first one, then both socks off and gleefully wiggled her toes in triumphant freedom, Lavender wasted no time in tossing them aside and promptly dragging herself back to her feet. She squirmed and wriggled on the spot as though trying to bury her feet in the soft, smooth, cool and brightly coloured PVC like it was wet sand on a beach, and gave a happy growl when her own paws brushed together, toes flexing and teasing against one another in delight at their bareness. It was such a small little gesture, such a subtle change, but it made all the difference in the world to the vixen's mindset. With her socks on she was restrained. Limited. Living by rules that she was obeying because it was expected, because it was appropriate, because it was normal. But, with her socks off, she was free. Free to feel what she loved so much about this place and all those like it. Free to make her own heart race as she took a step, then another on the slightly bouncy foam filled mats below. Free to giggle as she flung herself at a padded wall, bounced off and tumbled to the ground, her skirt flying up and exposing her bare legs right the way up to her smooth white panties. Free to roll over, lie on her back with her legs stretching out skyward and kicking, pedalling at the air for no other reason than how good it felt to do so with her paws bare and a whole world of soft, bright play equipment surrounding her on all sides.

For several minutes Lavender played mindlessly in that same manner within that little room, not really attempting to achieve anything but her own amusement and satisfaction, and doing so in abundance as she bounced up and down, as she lay down, rolled around and rubbed her bare feet all over the vinyl floor and walls, feeling the friction between the PVC material and her pads and hearing the occasional squeak of flesh against vinyl which made her ears twitch, her cheeks flush, and her toes themselves curl and wriggle down against the very surface responsible for that response. She had of course known from the start that her time playing like this was going to be limited, but when a short while later Lavender heard the not too distant rumbling of ball-pit balls being shuffled around, she found herself uncontrollably letting slip a soft groan of frustration. In a matter of moments she was back on her rump and frustratingly tugging her socks back on, and just moments after that she was trying to feign innocence as a badger's head peered out through the tunnel and looked bashfully up at her as he realised that this space was both apparently a dead end and one which was already occupied.

"Oh, s-sorry, I... um..."

He mumbled nervously as he crawled out and up to his feet so it didn't seem as though he was trying to linger at an angle where he could even consider glancing up the vixen's skirt. Before he could say anything more though, Lavender surprised herself with a warm, sincere giggle and a reassuring shake of her head.

"Don't worry, I was just heading back in anyway. Just wanted to chill out for a little bit, get my bearings, y'know!"

Before the badger could do anything more than nod and smile in gratitude at the vixen for saving them any real awkwardness, Lavender was dropping to her knees and crawling past him towards the tunnel. Her tail swept happily from side to side as she disappeared from view, and though the male cleared his throat and turned away guiltily at the brief flash of her panties he did indeed get as the vixen's tail caused her skirt to rise up and expose herself, Lavender was grinning bashfully as she delved back into the ball-pit corridor beyond. She knew exactly what she'd done, and while she should have chided herself for being so inappropriate, she just couldn't help it. Far from sating her desire for any playful naughtiness, her brief sockless bout had only served to make her more desperate. More eager for a little more of the same fun, and more intense, more playful, more naughty fun on top of it all.

She knew she couldn't.

She knew she shouldn't.

And yet, even as she crawled through that ball-pit and heard other voices beginning to cry out, to laugh and enjoy the soft-play centre's expansive space all around her, Lavender knew that she was going to have fun of her very own. Soft, secret, and oh so sexy fun.

Just a handful of minutes later, Lavender was sitting at the top of a long tunnel slide, giggling and panting heavily from how hurriedly and unashamedly she had run and leapt and crawled and climbed in order to get there, regardless of who might have seen her. Reaching out in front of her, she of course slipped off her socks once again, tucking them into the waistline of her skirt before thrusting her hips forward and launching herself down the slide with a genuine yelp of elation. Rather than plunging all the way to the bottom though, Lavender let herself slide about half way from the play centre's upper floor back down to the bottom level again before making use of her once more bared footpaws and catching herself with them on the sides of the slide. With a loud squeaking of bare paws against plastic she ground to a halt, and another moment later, giggling and whining in excitement, the vixen was tugging her panties purposefully down to around her bent, braced knees and lowering her buttocks to the slide, moaning and trembling as her warm rear met the cool plastic.

With a squeal of delight, Lavender let her feet release themselves from where they were gripping at the sides of the slide, and with her skirt riding up to totally expose her naughtily naked pussy she slid a short way further before jamming herself in once again and grinding to a halt for a second time. Giggling uncontrollably, Lavender placed a hand between her legs and another over her muzzle, muffling the moan that escaped her as she rubbed her clit just firmly enough to make her whole body shake, and her legs give out just enough to start her sliding yet again. She wailed into her hand in pleasure and embarrassment as she saw the base of the slide approaching and heard voices laughing beyond it, and only just managed to jam her feet against the walls once again in time to keep herself from being utterly exposed.

"Mmmhhhaahhh..."

Lavender gurgled blissfully as the hand between her legs pressed two fingers into her pussy while her thumb remained firmly pressed down on her clit, applying constant pressure as it rocked gently back and forth upon the sensitive nub. She knew she couldn't keep going. She knew she had to stop. And yet, it was another thirty seconds before she dragged her fingers free from herself, pulled her panties back up, and slid the rest of the way down the slide with a squeal of laughter, entirely forgetting or perhaps simply not caring that her footpaws were still completely and utterly bare.

After that, nothing could stop Lavender. She splashed down into the massive central ball-pit into which the slide emerged alongside another six or seven entrances from other parts of the soft-play area, and without thinking for a moment about re-donning her socks while concealed beneath the balls from the five or six other furs occupying that space, she flailed and swam her way to a soft vinyl ramp before dragging herself up and out, and dashing away with a fresh burst of the giggles. Her bare paws slapped against the brightly coloured vinyl, and she barely managed to get out of sight, flinging herself into a room full of punching-bag-like inflatables rising up from the floor before tackling one of them and subtly but eagerly reaching between her legs to slide the crotch of her panties to one side. Nibbling on her bottom lip to keep from crying out, eyes darting from side to side and ears on full alert, she helplessly humped at the inflatable cylinder for a solid thirty seconds before she heard the sounds of other furs' laughter as their socked feet slipped and slid on the ramp where her bare paws had easily gripped. Rolling off the inflatable and springing back to her feet with her skirt falling to cover her still exposed pussy, Lavender ran yet again. Her heart was racing and her libido burning. She couldn't stop. She didn't want to stop. What she wanted was quite simple. To have fun. To enjoy all this softness in her own special way.

What Lavender wanted was to cum, and for the best part of the next thirty or forty minutes, that was the sole goal which she sought to achieve. Running from room to room, acting like she was playing some vast game of collaborative hide and seek, Lavender did everything she could to avoid the rest of the people playing in the soft-play centre around her. Whenever she found herself suitably alone, her feet would start to wriggle and rub at the vinyl flooring or whatever foam filled PVC clad blocks were around, and if at all possible her pussy would soon do likewise. She blushed and moaned and giggled as she stole thirty seconds here and a minute there. Lavender rubbed her pussy through her panties as she squeezed a large foam-filled sphere between her feet. She gleefully lowered her underwear yet again in a smaller, more out of the way ball-pit, and her face flushed crimson as with her pussy still exposed and two fingers buried inside it a trio of other play centre attendees ran past. She curled her toes and whimpered, moaned without any restraint as she slid her slit and aching, throbbing clit back and forth along the edge of a pyramid shaped inflatable acting as part of a blow-up obstacle course in one particularly humpable corridor, barely managing to pull her panties up again and lower her skirt, acting as though she was simply crawling as another couple of figures ran past, thankfully not noticing the glistening liquids on several of the more angular objects further back along the path.

Finally though, with her socks long lost somewhere in the centre and her body primed and ready to let loose at any moment, Lavender reached a point where she simply couldn't bring herself to care any more. Not about being caught with her socks off, not about being overheard as she moaned and whimpered, not even about being caught masturbating in all her glory. She whimpered happily as she found the most deliciously perfect place for her to let loose, and began to pull off her t-shirt without even thinking about it. Her bra followed, then her skirt, and finally her panties, all tossed aside without a care as she raced, giggling and whimpering in delight, to mount a firm, foam-filled roller which straddled another small ball-pit as a challenge of dexterity for anyone who desired to cross it.

With her feet stretched out either side of the horizontally mounted, bright red PVC clad cylinder, just able to keep her steady at the edges of the ball-pit, she nuzzled against its smooth vinyl surface, inhaled its familiar, fresh PVC scent, and clung to it with her arms as she began to rub herself lustily back and forth upon it.

"Yes... ooohhh god, m-more..."

Her toes curled and wriggled. The roller shifted beneath her, but she squeezed it tight between her thighs and clung to it for dear life as her humping grew faster, harder, more desperate. She could feel her clit grinding against the PVC, hear the squeaks of the vinyl against her flesh, lubricated by her arousal but not quite enough to keep the motions silent. Even if they had been though, she wasn't. Not by a long shot.

"Ohhplease! Ohhh god yesssss... so good. So... a-ahhhh, gonna.... mmhh, gonna cum! Yes. Yes. Yessssss!"

She was so close. So naked. So naughty. So incredibly turned on by where she was, what she was doing and how utterly insane it was that she was actually doing it. In that moment, Lavender truly didn't feel like she would have cared if she'd got caught. Hell, a tiny, utterly crazy and wild part of her almost wanted to be, just so someone else in all the world would know how amazing it felt to play, to relax, and to indulge like this.

And of course, it was just after that thought rushed through her mind, and just a fraction of a second before Lavender reached the point of no return, when the fox saw a large, flushed pair of ears peek around the far end of the padded, brightly coloured chamber, followed by a pair of bulging eyes and a twitching, whiskered muzzle.

"Oh god..."

Lavender whimpered as she saw the mouse step out from around the corner, eyes still wide, but noticing that she had been seen and not seeking to hide any longer.

"Ooohh... god..."

Their cheeks flushed hotter and hotter as the two women stared at one another, neither sure exactly how to react, or how the other was about to react at the sudden awareness of their presence. But in that moment, as Lavender's hips rocked uncontrollably down against the PVC once more and her eyes fluttered in a fresh wave of pleasure, the vixen noticed something. Something that made her heart leap, and her pussy convulse in a manner strong enough to set off her imminent orgasm.

The mouse was barefoot, clutching her socks in her right hand, and the fingers of her left paw, resting against the brightly coloured wall, were ever so slightly damp and glistening in the soft-play centre's cool LED lighting.

Without another thought or another moment passing, Lavender's eyes widened, her muzzle fell slack, and a deliriously happy whine escaped her lips as she felt a spray of hot juices strike out against and dribble down over the roller. She shook. She curled and wriggled and splayed out her toes. She huffed, and whined, and grunted in ecstasy as her orgasm consumed her, and as she instinctively clung to the roller with both arms and legs, releasing her feet from where they were stabilising her and wrapping them around the roller too as she humped and bucked at it, the vixen made blissful, joyous eye-contact with the still blushing, awe-struck mouse for just a split-second.

Then, an instant later, the fact her legs were no longer stabilising the roller caught up to her.

With an echoing shriek or simultaneous pleasure and shocked laughter Lavender was tipped upside down as the roller span with her still attempting to cling to it, and dumped her quivering, naked, still powerfully and deliciously cumming body down into the depths of the ball-pit below.

"Yessss..."

The vixen whined as the brightly coloured balls surrounded her, embracing her naked self from the neck down even as her glazed eyes watched the mouse pad closer, then drop to her knees and bashfully, almost reverently crawl up to the side of the pit in which she was lying.

"Oohhhyesss..."

Lavender groaned, arching her back, raising her hips up high enough for them to break through the ocean of colourful orbs, exposing her quivering, dripping nether regions to the other woman's wide eyes and open, panting muzzle.

"So good. So... oh... oohhhhh, yes..."

By Jeeves

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