It was a local legend in that particular part of the rural prefecture. The stories were more ridiculous each time, the boasts and bluster from the Otaku who claimed to have come across it. The myth of a natural ground spring that was warm and near an abandoned shrine. The loyal shrine maiden said to bathe in the Onsen legendary for her beauty.
If only the forest near the local village wasn't so boring, the stories would die down and people could move on. The boys were of an age when they should've known better. Their fascination in the opposite sex was growing almost uncontrollably. The size of the community meant nothing stayed a secret for long. Aspirations and rebuffed advances almost too painful to risk cooling their advances. The risk of being ostracised was very real to Akira, Tarou, Daisuki and Katsuo.
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One night, the restless Kitsune was wandering in the air of the forest. The lewd thoughts of the boys needed little stimulation, their dreams already filled with their imaginary women, and thoughts of the Onsen. Each woke in his house, fighting the irresistable urge to seek out the Onsen. The certainty that tonight was going to be lucky.
Dressing for the chill of the night, they slipped out. Unobserved by family or friends. Their own appetites driving them to finally quench that hunger. The four were each unaware of the others, as the Kitsune watched on with amusement. Her subtle nudges were largely unneeded, once the initial interest was implanted. Their own horny needs, and hunger for adventure and the notoriety of any success kept each of them making their way through the jungle.
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Akira thought he saw something through the trees. The shape of something man-made seemed out of place. Surely a sign of the Shrine, or the Onsen. He approached cautiously, carefully approaching so as not to make a sound. The sound of water trickling wasn't loud, but was quite persistent. It had to be the Onsen.
Tarou was approaching from the opposite side. The light from his mobile serving to illuminate the faint trace of a path he'd discovered. A partially collapsed Torii gate seemed to hint he was on the right path. The script obscured by age and decay was surely a step forward.
Daisuki had found a trickling stream. The water was teasingly warm, and surely came from the hot spring. He kept walking, as long as his feet continued to splash. He was sure he was on the right path.
Katsuo was the eldest, and most frustrated of the quartet. Sheer diligence, and having ruled out what felt like every other path seemed to have struck luck tonight. The scent of success was in the air, and hope in Katsuo's heart. The boundless joy he couldn't explain comforting and inspiring.
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The four friends approached the Kitsune's trap each approaching from a different angle. Drawn closer by their own clues. Giddy with excitement, and ready for memories that'd surely last a lifetime in this rural backwater. The four grew closer and closer.
Even the air seemed humid and warm for the early part of the day. It was the fantasies that they saw as they crept closer. The fantasies they loved, making them blind to their own transformation. Blind to their own part in trapping the others.
They were unaware as the Kitsune banished their clothes. Each watching the voluptuous beauties enjoying their own bodies, and the relaxing warmth of the water. Each unaware as that warmth rose, as they stepped into the water.
It was only as they were all ensnared, did the Kitsune release her illusions. The four friends suddenly being aware of their own fantasy bodies. Their shrieks of outrage, shock and denial delivered in girlish and shrill voices that only confirmed what they each feared. Hands darting to cover breasts and succulent flesh adding to the nightmare, confirming the reality of their new bodies.
"I...I can't be..." each speaking over the others. The simultaneous outburst a cause for amusement.
"I'm Tarou." "I'm Daisuki." "I'm Akira." "I'm Katsuo."
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Gasping in shock, the four lingered mortified by their bodies. Each secretly hoping, waiting and wanting those bodies to vanish. To be the one to return home as the guy with the story.
The water lapped around their smooth thigh, ample breasts as they tried to sink deeper into the water. Each attempt more futile than the last. Their shared embarrassment and the blurting out of their names ensuring no-one would ever deny their mis-adventure.
With a trilling laugh, the former boys turned towards the source of the laughter, as the Kitsune chose to reveal herself. Her appearance as magical and inexplicable as those too sensitive nipples, those too wide hips, and the whole... the whole of everything!
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"I've granted your ultimate desires. I hope you appreciate the effort." The words fell on the blushing new women. Each shamed by the truth of her words. Turning on her heels, she walked off, dissappearing into mist before she even took a second step.
As the day wore on, it was clear the legend was reborn. The secret shame forming as the chastened women returned to their homes. Naked and hunting for any clothes that might fit.
Only the four friends would ever remember them as being male. The mortification taken, as some girly bonding ritual. |
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