New Tama Forest Resort
"Yes, ten days, no I don't want you to look after my apartment, you'll probably just eat all the food and leave a sink full of dishes. Goodbye" The latter half of that was mumbled as Mito closed his cellphone, sinking against the plush chair of the train, annoyed that even these seats seemed to have the headrest set higher than was comfortable for him. Over seven years had passed since Mito had taken a true vacation that wasn't simply an extended weekend to sleep in.
Mito worked at an advertising firm in Tokyo, though neither the firm nor his position were ones with great fame. 'Color these line drawings, clean up this sketch." Mito's work focused more on making others look good than giving his own ideas life. The toll it took on him stung rather deep as he looked it in the face: his sketch pad, blank except for a few listless sets of boxes, cylinders and spheres.
"What happend to me?" he thought, speaking quietly to himself. Pondering the all to quick ascension towards salaryman and the rather sharp severing of his wild past. It was a natural move of course, the kind of things that he drew certainly might hinder his chances of being an artist on salary rather than comission. Still, it bothered him to have lost that spark somewhere along the line.
A crackling voice came over the radio of the train: "Next stop, New Tama", New Tama itself was a thriving, massive suburban sprawl filled with workers from Tokyo, Mito himself had lived there for a year before coming to work at his firm and getting a respectable apartment. His head rested against the glass as he watched the patchwork of towns zip by. The reflection he saw was of a Salary man his old self swore he'd never become. This made him laugh slightly at himself.
"Going to New Tama?" A young woman sat next to him with her purse in lap. "Huh? er..yes!" Mito responded, his stiffness belied his horrible ability to lie. "But, your ticket says New Tama Forest." She covered her mouth as she let out a small giggle, Mito looked down and quickly tucked the exposed part of his ticket into his travel bag.
"You know, they say that Foxes and Raccoons live in the Forest, some say that they own the health resort there." The woman spoke confidently yet with a calm tone. A sharp contrast to Mito's nervousness. "Is that so?" She nodded and gave him a sly grin. "There's a little tale I've heard, they say if you go walking at night in the forests and hum a certain song, a fox in disguise will kiss your cheek." "Is...that so?" On the surface Mito looked nervous, trying his best to feign only a passing interest, in truth Mito's reason for coming was exactly that.
"Well, I need to check on my traveling companion, good luck at the spa." With a wink that nearly made Mito faint from nervousness, she stood and walked down the isle. "Is their really such a reason to be nervous though?" Mito tried to ask himself this, though each time he thought of what his family or friends might think if he'd told them where he was really going.
The train stopped and left New Tama without incident, moving through a long tunnel towards its next Destination. Tama New Forest was planeted a short time after New Tama's construction was finished. Though not the grand forest that Tama Hills once was, the forest was large enough to get lost in, and enough to make some pause and consider the reprocussions of the massive urban development that had taken place all over Japan.
The train jerked slightly as it began to slow, the wheels creeking as it pulled to a stop at a station that seemed to sit slightly east of the middle of nowhere. "New Tama Forest Station." Spoke the loud speaker. Mito quickly gathered his bags, sketch book and umbrella, stepping off the train and onto the faux-antique station. Before he'd even checked his travel information, the train had begun to pull away, the doors shut, the whistle blew, and just as quickly as it had arrived it left Mito at the station.
Of course, this wasn't his final destination. Deep within New Tama Forest lie a resort that few had heard of, he himself had only discovered it because of a flyer mixed in with his mail at work. He fished in his pocket and pulled it out, though folded and slightly ripped from extended time in his pocket, the words were still ledgible.
"Those whom have lost their spark and zest, whom seek a truth they knew when young but not today, come to the Kisenguki Spa in New Tama, where the youth meets the present." A small bit was written at the bottom, made to look as if written by hand. "For those whom are akin to Kitsune, a five percent discount!"
The flyer wasn't particularly appealing because of color or wording, but a vacation was coming up and any location he hadn't heard many advertisements for would be sure to be devoid of any friends or people whom would recognize him. Perhaps he could even wear a pair of children's fox ears and get a discount. The last part he joked to himself, fondly remembering the artwork of his youth.
As he sat he saw the forest was home to more than just trees, near the edges a few small raccoons had come seeking fallen fruit. After watching a few moments Mito took his sketch book, using the small creatures as reference as he sketched them out. grumbling a bit to himself as he noticed he'd drawn one holding a box of Pocky. Had his work consumed even his private life as welll?
While pondering this, a large grey bus slowly came around the bend of the dirt road that passed the station. Its destination card was that of the resort, it stopped rather lazily near the loading stairs. Mito stepped back as four people climbed off, one looked serene, another looked sad, one was excited, and the last was as the first, serene. The driver poked his head out of the window. "Hey, are you headed for the resort?" The driver slapped the roof of the bus a few times to get Mito's attention. Mito quickly jumped to attention, grabbing his bag and things, climbing on the bus and taking a seat, he was alone save for himself and the driver.
After around twenty minutes of bumpy, muddy roads, the driver broke the silence. "So do you have reservations?" The driver spoke as he adjusted his hat, poking his head out of the window as the windshield of the bus needed a good cleaning. "Yes, I mean, I think I made a reservation, though the person I spoke with said I couldn't use a credit card and would need to pay on arrival.."
"Yep, yep, thats normal." The Driver ducked his head back in and glanced back at Mito before looking out again. "Just as soon as you take the test, you can get into your room and, heh, relax." The bus driver shot him a sly grin, the same one that had been given to him by the woman on the train. Mito responded with a soft forced laugh, peering out into the forest moving by, occasionally catching glimpses of what appeared to be a 1600s Japanese castle.
"Is that the spa?" Mito said, placing a finger on the glass and pointing towards the nearly hidden structure. "That castle? Yep, the builders wanted it to harken back to a simpiler time, one where people didn't need to define anything and were willing to take things on faith and superstition." Mito didn't agree with this completely, certainly there was some comfort in knowing that turning on a light switch didn't involve praying to a mithic deity of light, simply a deity at the local government office, and then only if his payments were late.
After another ten minutes of winding roads and light rain, the bus pulled up to the front of the castle, a rather short man whom looked as if he hadn't slept much came out to greet him as he disembarked, taking his bags as he walked up the path and through the entry doors. Inside the decor was the usual for a resort, plush couches for waiting, a well lit reception desk that had a suprisingly antique phone, and a young woman with a slightly more narrow than average face and an almost vertical smile. "Good evening" she said with a bow. "Welcome to Kitsenguki! Do you have a reservation?" Again, Mito's nervousness shown through. "Um, I think so. Chizoku Mito?"
"Chiza....Chizu....Chizoku! Yes sir, is this your first time with us?" Mito nodded in response, unsure of what to expect. "Yes, well, you'll need to take a small exam before we can book you. Its our policy." Mito was somewhat confused, the last exam he took was for College, and even then he didn't do very well. "um..."
"Don't worry!" The clerk's voice, though cheery, was somewhat soothing. "So long as your truthful, you'll have a wonderful time here." Mito left his bags as a short man similar to the one whom had carried his bags before lead him into a side room, a small private area with a desk and a complementary bottle of water. His "test" was already laid on the table complete with pencil, Mito sat down. "Ho kay....Lets see.." He began to read the questions alloud.
"How did you hear about our resort?" Mito jotted down the flyer he'd recieved in the mail.
"Do you prefer forests or urban sprawls." Mito's inital response would've been forests, though he thought back to what the clerk had said, against his better judgement he wrote "Urban sprawls"
"Do you think your co-workers may not be human?" Mito considered how loudly his neighbor could yell, and how much his assistiant seemed to shovel in during lunch time, yep, that was definately a yes.
"Do you prefer the phrase sly as a fox, or sly as a raccoon" Well this question was a strange one, He'd always had a preference for the former though, and thus jotted down "Foxes"
"Do you think spirits still exist in Japan?" Mito, though he'd given up a great deal of his old self, did still do a few things by habit, though it was really a coin flip, Mito marked yes.
The rest of the questions followed suite, asking all sorts of information about his knowledge of Japanese youkai and spirits, when all was said and done the exam took around an hour, Mito finished the bottle of water provided then stepped to the door, peeking out. "Yes sir?" the Clerk spoke, looking directly at him as he peeked out. "I, um...I finished." Mito seemed shy for some reason he could not explain, he'd had the feeling since he arrived. The Clerk walked over and slid the door open completely, taking from his hand the exam paper. she tucked it into her clip board which she then handed to a tall slender male, who's face could only truly be described as 'sharp'.
Mito was then directed back to the lobby, where he succeeded in the uneventful practice of sketching a Tanuki merchant statue that sat across from the sofa he sat on. He tried a few times to sketch the receptionist, though for some reason he seemed unable to draw her without a pair of fox ears upon her head. "Mr Chizoku? your room is ready." Mito looked to see a short woman with a kind, round face looking him at eye level as he sat. She lead him up the stairs and through several plain yet elligant old hallways, eventually stopping at a nice corner room on the fifth floor, his suit-case sitting just outside.
The hostess unlocked the door from a key that sat next to many others on a large silver ring larger around than his own head. "We've no phones for calling down to the desk, but if you need something simply drop a request note down the chute and someone will be up shortly." Mito thanked her and both exchanged a customary bow before he was left to his own devices. After placing his clothes in the dressers provided and emptying his pockets, Mito laid on his bed and promptly passed out, the day's traveling tension having sapped his energy despite it being only four in the afternoon.
Mito awoke to the sound of a soft rapping on the door. "Come in" he spoke, tucking in his shirt and adjusting his belt. The door opened and a cart was slowly rolled in, a young female whom shared some of the same facial angles as the man and the clerk from before. Bowing humbly she removed the cover from the tray, showing single servings of various dishes and creations. "You had missed dinner, so its customary for us to deliver samplings to those who do not join us at the feasts."
"Ah, thank you very much." spoke Mito, not used to having such service. "It is also customary" she began again "That one not eat alone, even in their own room, would you be opposed to me joining you this evening?" Mito felt a bit uneasy, though it was customary, it felt for a moment as if she'd asked him on a dinner date, not wanting to offend however, Mito similed and waved his hand. "Of course, of course....you probably know the foods here better than I anyway."
With that increasingly frequent calm smile, the young female laid out a lavish spread along the tables. Delicious sushi, savory peking duck, and even a few Thai dishes that had mint mixed in. The two ate heartily of the meals, during which Mito and Yukicho (which, mito had learned, was the name of his dinner partner) talked at length about the hotel and its forest.
Near the end of the mint noodles, the conversation had shifted towards creatures of myth and legend, which was when Yukicho posed a question to change the tone of the night: "Mito," she said "have you considered a relationship with a kitsune?" Mito stopped in mid-chew. She'd been so nice up until now, and rather understanding, but he doubted she would wish to hear the true answer to that. Still, something about that disarming smile made him relinquish his nervous barrier. "I have.." he spoke weakly. She nodded as he responded, sitting across from him as she sipped her wine. "Would you like to draw me?" Yukicho tilted her head towards his Sketchbook. Mito responded by quietly taking it in his hands, fishing a pencil from his bag as she sat in her chair.
Mito began to draw her, though after a few minutes he furiously began to erase, then again he started to draw only to erase most of what he'd put down, finally he flipped to a new page as the one he started on had become quite messy. "I'm sorry..." he said "I just can't seem to get it to look right...."
"Perhaps....you should draw me as you think I should look, not as I do." Yukicho's words seemed to resonate in Mito's ears, as he took a deep breath and began again. This time his movements were more free, in just a few minutes he had drawn the subject before him, granted the sketch had the ears and tail of a fox, flipping to a new page he begun to sketch again, this time the features were more pronounced, and her face and hands were more fox like. As if in a trance he began a new page, each one sketched looked more and more like a feral fox. Realizing he hadn't looked up at all during the last two sketches, his eyes grew wide as he gazed at his subject, whom had been replaced by a small white fox, sitting at attention.
"....Kitsune...?" Was all that left Mito's lips as he nearly dropped his pencil. The small fox nodded and seemed to cover its nose with its paw as it giggled, slowly turning in the chair, covering its face the way a fan dancer might, lifting its one tail only briefly to show a bright pink from its neither regions. This made Mito blush as he peered at the region, hoping to get a second glimpse.
"You know, you shouldn't feel bad, there are alot of people like you." She began, still pacing in a figure eight pattern. "humans and Kitsune have always had interesting, passionate reltationships." The Kitsune hopped from her chair, approaching Mito and purposefully swishing her tail as she walked beneath the table towards his chair. "Forget what those you know and work with and those in your family might think, in the middle of the forest only the trees will see you, and they have no regard for how a man might enjoy himself some winter's night." With that Yukicho reared up and placed her paws on his thighs, her cold nose pressing towards the buldge trapped by his pants. She stopped as a hand came down and gently cupped her muzzle.
"Yukicho...you know well, those like me...people that have the most private fantasies and keep artworks and write stories of your kind that would shame us to make public....and a younger me would've....well...already been on that bed with you...." He looked into her eyes, she glanced down shamefully, as if she had failed. "But Yukicho....what I would love, more than anything. Please, lay back in that chair, let me sketch until I've no more lead in my pencils..."
For a long while the two looked into eachothers eyes. Yukicho understood as she climbed down, She had not been part of the Kitsenguki staff long, and during that time she had performed her services for only a handful of other customers, each desiring only a sexual encounter. A feeling of pride welled up within her as she climbed into her chair, posing for the starved-for-creativity human across from her.
The next few hours and many pencil leads flew by. Entire books, and many more loose pages littered the floor as Mito drew. Each sketch he finished he asked his young partner to assume a new form, and each time she was happy to. Not only did she allow him to be creative, but he allowed her own soul to explore its creative side. A Tengu, a Tanuki, a Kappa, an Oni, every form that one could imagine she assumed, and each time Mito put the form to paper in the most detailed of sketches. Mito spoke feverishly of his dreams, of the most intricate and (by some standards) perverted of the creatures he'd thought of in his youth. Yukicho was more than happy to reproduce every one of them as best she could by his discriptions.
By the time the two finished, Mito's hand shown red and grey, from lead markings and a general soreness. Yukicho herself had grown exausted holding so many forms in such a short time. Both looked at eachother with exausted, satisifed gazes. Mito then spoke. "Yukicho....you have been so wonderful...please....I have one more request...." The exausted Kitsune looked up at him, nodding softly as she yawned. "Can you...transform into this, and let me lie alongside you?" Mito drew from a book he'd not opened in many years, a private portfolio of his old drawings, there on the 77th page was a picture of a Kitsune, the size of a large tiger, with breasts each the size of a cantalope, eight of them across the entirety of her underbelly from chest to stomach, a muzzle shorter than average the size of a fist, and tails large enough to sweep even a cloudy sky clear, tucked beneath the tail and between the thick thighs lied a swollen vulva damp with the desires of the pictured kitsune.
Yukicho studied the picture for a long moment, then climbed upon the bed, gripping a leaf in her teeth as she growled, her form growing, shifting, her body stretching and her underbelly swelling until just as the picture depicted, complete with a soft dampness in the correct areas.
Mito responded with no words, no memories of his recent past or anything came to mind, without a second thought he disrobed. Stepping foward and climbing on the bed. he lied next to her, rolling his tired form against hers and burying his face against her smooth orbs. Each nipple the size of his palm, without asking as permission was unspoken yet given. He gently squeezed one, shivering with excitement as a trickle of milk leaked into his palm and down his forearm. Mito shifted his head down slightly and took another nipple into his mouth. brushing his (comparatively) short, flat tongue against the small basin at the nipple's center. Yukicho's milk was around the same consistency of a cream, though slightly thicker.
Lower upon her body, Mito's member had begun to prod the Kitsune's breasts, Heavy enough, yet soft enough to provide pleasure, Mito began instinctively, tiredly, thrusting against the large form he lay adjcent to. still lower his small feet found her opening. sliding into the damp, heated depths. Pleasuring the large Yukicho even more as his toe prodded the opening of her urethra. Though she resisted, the stimulation was enough to draw out a soft trickle of her scent along his ankle. The drink combined with the soft breasts along his member combined with her scent would've been enough to drive anyone over the edge, Mito was no different. Though inside he wished it could've lasted forever, Mito's orgasm came less than a minute after they started. A rather uneventful smattering of white hidden between her fifth and sixth breasts.
Mito thanked her in his blurred, exausted way, falling asleep quickly with his body pressed against the Kitsune. He'd found that which he'd always dreamed of, and that which he had lost, all in one night.
When the dawn came, Yukicho had reverted her form back to a small kitsune, tucked under his arm for the night. Mito woke with a smile, gently rubbing her shoulders, which had become no larger than the span of his palm. The next nine days were the same as the first night, with long stints of drawing followed by passionate love making, the tenth day came long before either desired, and they exchanged a farewell kiss before Mito left his room, lead by a female Tanuki in human form down to the desk.
"Um..." Mito began rather hesitantly. "Yukicho...can she-" Mito was cut off by an older female Tanuki whom looked to be the manager. "I apologize sir, but, we cannot allow our hosts and hostesses to accompany guests outside of our forests..." Mito nodded with a soft sigh, though he was heart broken to leave, he knew it was for the best this place and its content remain as hidden as it had been before. "But..." the Manager spoke. "We have considered a limited program of house calls and visits to repeat guests. "A sly grin passed the round faced woman's cheeks." Perhaps we can arrange something...." Mito smiled as wide as the Tanuki infront of him, and from the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Yukicho, tail thrashing with excitement.
The bus ride back to the station was without event, and as he exited the bus he noticed a rather strange look on a woman holding a journal and several pencils. Of course Mito knew the origin of that look, until ten days ago he'd never seen someone look more serene either.