Kitsune Mommy Bathhouse

While he was trying to sleep, Percival's phone vibrated from a text message. A little peeved that someone texted him after midnight, but still knowing he ought to check what it was about, he groped around for his phone and grabbed it off the edge of the bed where it was charging. Hopefully he didn't have to leave the apartment this late...

Half-asleep, he looked at the notification, then rolled his eyes before even reading the actual text. It was from one of those six digit numbers for spam promotions or whatever. If it was a real promotion, he wanted to opt out of spam for it, and if it was spam, he wanted to block the number.

He unlocked his phone and looked at the message, keyboard ready to type if he had to. Yet, as he actually read the message, he had to do a double take. Was he reading this right?

The Kitsune Mommy Bathhouse is starting a raffle event right now! No purchase or prior visit necessary. Reply to this text message with "Mommy" for a 30% off coupon and a chance to win unlimited free visits! Our offer ends in 24 hours! Don't miss this opportunity for pleasure, lasting cleanliness, relaxation, and fluffy tails! Kitsune-owned, Kitsune-operated, we'll give you a magical experience!

Sitting upright now, he re-read it. Yep. It still said the words "Kitsune Mommy Bathhouse". He actually got spam that said "Kitsune Mommy Bathhouse." This was either the weirdest marketing stunt ever or just a prank.

Thinking back to that youtube video about a guy who trolled a scammer via email, he wondered what would happen if he sent a reply. Why not? It could be fun.

He sent a reply just saying "Mommy," as requested.

Unsure if anything would happen, he waited a moment, and to his surprise, he got a reply.

Thank you so much for entering! Have a 30% off coupon code: ARA30, usable once per customer. We'll text you if you get a prize. See you soon ❤️

Still having no idea what this scam text was meant to accomplish or what four dimensional chess moves they were trying to pull by naming their fake company "Kitsune Mommy Bathhouse", he remained upright and awake for a few more minutes. Then, with no obvious answers and no more texts, he finally tried to go back to sleep. It was a little hard to sleep and relax given how stressful the week had been already, but he eventually managed it.

He barely thought about the text a week later, and then a week after that, it was totally buried in his memories.

~~~~~ ~~~~~

Being stuck in the rain for an hour was bad enough, then falling in a creek was worse, and then sliding down a slippery hill into a muddy trench twice and getting it all in his hair and under every one of his clothes was even worse. At least he wasn't also hot: the chilly rain and mud made sure of that.

At seven in the afternoon, he finally managed to drive home from his first hiking trip, miserable and caked in mud and dirt. Getting home brought him no relief whatsoever; every messy consequence of the trip covered him, his clothes, and everything he brought with him, and he didn't even know if he could get it all out. Having been worn down, all the inevitable cleaning work seemed impossible.

As he got out of his car, he prayed that the half-dried mud-shaped imprint of himself in the driver's seat wouldn't be too hard to clean up later. It felt like it would take hours, a figure invented solely by his tired mind.

On his way into the brick apartment building, at least having wiped his shoes off outside the door, he prayed none of his neighbors would see him. And as he went up the carpeted stairs, he got a goddamn text. Not now. He pulled out his phone, which was as dirty as his hands yet inexplicably working fine, and looked at the message. It was from... the bathhouse people again?

Great news! You won! And we delivered both the news and your lifetime pass a day early on account of your recent misfortune; we take the bath part of Kitsune Mommy Bathhouse seriously. The pass is in your bathroom closet on top of the towels, along with instructions for use.

Recent misfortune? What? He stared at the message. There was no way they could have known about all this. And why would they say something so specific and easy to check? Of course it wasn't there. Unless they broke in or something, but mass spam text senders never went to everyone's homes to do that.

He finally made it to his apartment. He was stressed, miserable, and tired, and the safety and calm of being home couldn't make its way through his muddy armor. Stumbling into his coldly lit, at least mildly spacious bathroom with his muddy clothes and backpack and body, the first thing he did was look into the mirror above the sink and see how bad the damage was.

His blue shirt and green cargo shorts were mostly brown now, but he knew that already. Looking at his arms under the bright white light, they looked even worse than they did out in the rain and in the car. And when he peeked under his shirt, yep, his chest was muddy too. Then he dared to look up at his face, which wasn't too bad since he tried wiping it off earlier, but also his fairly long hair was full of half-dried mud... and a leaf was sticking out of the top of his head. He pulled it out, crushed it, and threw the soggy leaf into the toilet while making a noise halfway between despair and anger.

After he calmed down, he decided to wash his hands, keeping himself from getting mud all over the bathroom and the towel he planned on taking out of the closet. He emptied his pockets to prepare to wash his clothes later, then, as he opened the door, he saw a glimmering silver thing on the middle shelf, on top of the towels. That was new. It was... some kind of silver rectangular talisman with some stuff on it? And next to it was a piece of paper.

He didn't pick them up to get a better look; instead, he hurriedly picked up his phone again and reread the text. Yep. On top of his towels, bathroom closet. They actually put something in his bathroom. Why? How? Who were these people? He put his phone back and picked up the silver talisman, which had a hole through which a loop of string was attached; the talisman was thin and light, but still made of metal. The front had a stylized gold logo of a kitsune engraved into it, and the rear side was blank. He picked up the paper that was next to it, still holding the talisman thing. It was an instruction sheet printed on some fancy Kitsune Mommy Bathhouse themed letterhead.

Congratulations on winning a lifetime pass to the Kitsune Mommy Bathhouse! In case you've never visited, we offer relaxing one on one bath, massage, relaxation, and adult pleasure services performed by us, a group of friendly kitsune who want to make sure everyone is relaxed and happy. All profits go to charity. We're only just getting the hang of marketing, but hopefully we get more visitors, including you now that you have this pass. For more information on our services, type in the link below.

Whether you're just looking for a calm time or you just came out of a mudslide and you desperately need a bath, we'll take good care of you and make you feel so good. Yes! You can come here fresh out of a mudslide; we're not like the usual places that ask you to shower before you go.

To use your magical pass, simply hang it on any door, whether on a hook, nail, or even just the doorknob. Step through and you'll be transported to our bathhouse, where one of us will take good care of you. Of course, if you don't want us to get too frisky, just say so, and we'll just make you deeply clean and relaxed.

There was a website link on the piece of paper, but it slipped out of his mind as he thought about the entire rest of the document. Magic talismans, sweepstakes spams, kitsune mommies, and weird espionage... It was a lot to deal with.

He put the instructions on the countertop by the sink and looked at his talisman or pass or whatever. He could easily check if it worked. If it did, that would be great, but what were the odds of that?

After setting his backpack down, he hung the talisman on the doorknob, and he swore the light that came under the door shifted, becoming more yellow in hue. There was no way, right?

He opened the door, and cozy warm air immediately met him from the unfamiliar yet alluring space beyond. Lit by sunset light filtering through nearly opaque frosted glass windows, the orange-beige hardwood floor gave way to a large circular hot tub-like bath in the center, with shallower parts lining the outer rim of the tub to sit on. Other relaxing rest spots like mats and couches and a massage table and even a bed lined the outside of the room.

However, he didn't look very hard at the furniture. Standing in front of the bath was a tall, pink haired... nine tailed kitsune woman, complete with fox ears instead of human ones? Wearing only a loose white bathrobe that showed off the upper half of her compellingly large chest, her truly enormous pink tails with white haired tips gently waved behind her, seemingly welcoming him. Even though she was tall, her long fox tails and their fluffy hairs took up much more space than the rest of her body put together.

"Welcome to the Kitsune Mommy Bathhouse," she said. Her voice was so elegant and smooth and reassuring that it caught him off guard. "I assume you're here for a nice evening?"

"I, uh..." He still needed time to process what was happening. What was going on? There was no way this was actually happening. "Um, hello, I'm Percival, I got that lifetime pass from the text message... sweepstakes thing?"

She seemed sympathetic. "Oh, don't be nervous, sweetie... I know a lot of things are happening right now, but this is a good place to relax. There's no need to worry about anything. And I couldn't help but deliver the prize a day early; a poor boy like you covered in mud? I simply couldn't wait. And by the way, have you checked our website for our full list of services? We just put it up last week."

He wondered if he should ask why and how she snuck into his apartment to deliver the pass, there were a dozen things he wanted to say much more. He did his best to just roll with it while figuring out what was going on.

"I honestly haven't yet. To be honest, I know nothing about you or the, uh, Kitsune Mommy Bathhouse, I just got a text one day and entered, then I got that prize. I mean, I know vaguely what you do, and it sounds fun and exactly like what I need right now. How did you know I needed this by the way?"

"Oh, kitsune simply get feelings when we know we should intervene in something," she said as she curled one of her tails around in front of her and gently rubbed it. "Very precise feelings. I knew what happened, and that I could help by delivering it to your bathroom. I hope you don't mind the intrusion."

"Not at all," he said, unsure if he was lying or not given the vortex of emotions in his head. "So uh... how did the talisman, uh, the door..."

"With magic, of course. What else could it be, sweetie?" she said playfully.

He really couldn't argue with that. With more and more things definitively settled by the moment, he started to lower his guard.

"Well... I didn't know anything about magic or kitsunes or this bathhouse before now, but I'm willing to try this. I could really use a bath. And some relaxation. And whatever you had in store as far as pleasure went..." Thinking about the possibilities sent a shiver of arousal through him, but it was hard for it to affect him with everything else going on.

"Mhm." She nodded. "And rather than go through a list of specific service packages, all of which are free of charge for you, would you just like me to take it from here and guide you through what I think would be best? I can give you the kitsune mommy experience and take good care of you."

He didn't see why not. All this seemed fun enough. "Yes please. And what's your name?"

"Hmmm... Would you like to just think of me as mommy for a little while? I can tell you my real one later."

"Sure." He didn't have strong feelings on calling her that, but it seemed vaguely nice when she said it herself.

"Then, my sweet boy, as your fluffy tailed kitsune mommy for this evening, come here and I'll help you undress for a bath."

As he approached, he realized that she wasn't just tall; she was a few inches taller than him. And up close, her chest seemed much larger... Despite being mostly covered in mud, he couldn't help but get a little hard underneath his clothes.

He stepped out of his shoes, and his socks weren't much better. He held up his arms so she could pull the shirt off him; she did it slowly, her smooth hands grazing against his arms. A little nervous to be shirtless in front of her, he still knew he didn't have anything to worry about, except maybe for cleaning up all these dirty clothes and his car later. The clothes would probably have to go into the laundry all on their own. All that future work gave him a headache, so he tried not to think about it.

She unbuttoned and unzipped his cargo shorts, making him wonder for a second if this was really happening. He pulled them down, leaving just his gray boxers and socks.

Stepping out of his socks next, he was a little hesitant to pull his underwear all the way down.

"Don't be shy," she said. "Here, mommy will help you..."

She bent down, gripping the sides of his underwear before slowly pulling it down. There was still mud on his skin even around his thighs and groin, but at least it was about to be washed away.

"And by the way," she said, "We offer laundry services here too. Would you like these cleaned up while mommy's giving you a good time?"

"Yes please!" he said, thrilled by the offer. With one fewer thing to worry about, his headache could finally start to deflate and fade away.

"Just one second then." She picked up the muddy clothing and took it to the entrance; the door opened into a warmly lit hallway rather than his bathroom, and she gently closed it behind herself before he could get much of a look. When she returned moments later, having dropped off the clothing somewhere, Percival wondered how she managed to avoid getting any of the mostly dried mud on her hands.

"Now, my sweet boy," she said, "Let's get you into a warm bath."

He followed her the short distance to the bath in the center of the room, and he looked into the crystal clear water, feeling warmth radiating from it. As he dipped his feet in, the water was just hot enough for him to instantly feel cozy, and he soon lowered the rest of himself in. Sitting on the shallow outer rim of the smooth glass tub, his shoulders were just below the water. Although, as some of the mud lifted off his body and dispersed into the water, he wondered if the murky water would be a problem.

"And of course, no bath is complete without fluffy tails to gently clean you," she said. "Mind if mommy joins you?"

"Please do," he said, wondering how she would manage it. She started untying her bathrobe. Taking the robe off her shoulders, bringing it below her chest, and finally letting it fall to the ground, her naked body somehow both comforted him and turned him on, and he briefly felt his heart beating in his chest. Her smooth hips and the tails behind them soothed him, and as she stepped into the bath, he felt like an intimate bond was forming, with her being there to take care of him and make him feel good. It was faint, but it was there.

As she stood in the middle, chest poking out of the water, and her tails seemingly ignoring the water itself to stay just as fluffy as they were dry, he noticed the murky water start to grow crystal clear around her body. She crouched ever so slightly in front of him, smiling as she looked into his eyes, her chest so close to his body.

"And of course, kitsune purify and clean wherever they go. So let mommy rub her tails all over you, just making all that dirt vanish."

She turned around, rotating her enormous tails and bringing them almost to his body, then reached out with one of her tails. Its white, fluffy tip touched his belly, making him shiver on contact as her softness ever so gently rubbed him, the mud and dirt seeming to vanish like it was being scrubbed with a sponge. More tails joined in, grazing his chest and touching his sides.

"Please tell me if mommy's tails are tickling you in a way you don't like, by the way."

"No, they just feel... so soft." Not a single ticklish sensation or urge to chuckle went through him even as they touched his vulnerable, ticklish sides. Their fluff underneath the warm water simply brought relaxation, cleanliness, and joy. She soon started rubbing him not just with the tips of her tails, but with the sides, rubbing the length of her fluff against his chest and his arms.

She kept grazing him with her soft, comfortable tails, pink filling his vision as more and more of them joined the others and she brought her body closer to him. One of the tails briefly grazed his erection. He shuddered as the warm hairs danced across it, lightly pleasuring him as they passed by while the length of her tail slid past it.

He looked down at his own chest. Among the fur was almost no mud, and the tails were starting to go down to his legs. He held them out, letting her tails wrap around his legs, stroking his thighs and massaging his calves with gentle touches. As they worked their magic, purifying all the mud down there, from his feet to his groin, the kitsune peeked behind herself and smiled.

"How does it feel, my sweet boy?"

"So good," he said.

"And now for your back. Lean forward some so mommy can slide her tails behind you."

He obeyed, and the hard glass surface behind him gave way to her tails, sliding around his sides and wrapping around his back as her own body came closer to him. As the cozy cushion of tails rubbed back and forth, he felt some tails press against the sides of his thighs.

"And please let me slide these under your thighs," she said. He allowed it to happen, and the tails formed a cushion for him to sit on; a cushion which gently rubbed back and forth against his thighs and other sensitive places, cleansing them completely.

"Ah... yeah," he mumbled. "It feels great..."

"Good, good... just let mommy take care of you."

Once everything below his shoulders was taken care of, the tails pulled themselves out from under him and came to the surface of the water, somehow perfectly dry once they emerged.

"And my tails can still purify you without water. It just takes a little longer... close your eyes and let them make your hair and scalp and face completely clean."

He closed his eyes, feeling her tails start to surround his neck and rub against his shoulders. More tails touched the top of his head, miraculously dry despite having been underwater just a moment earlier, their hairs finding paths through the hair on his head and rubbing his scalp, no doubt destroying the dirt with ease as more tails massaged him.

Another one of her soft tails pressed its tip against his cheek. He couldn't help but lean against it, rubbing his face into her soft fluff.

"Good boy. You're doing so well for mommy..."

Her tails rubbed his whole neck and head with their countless tiny hairs, imbuing him with relaxation as his own hair began to feel dirt-free. They passed over his ears, his shut eyelids, his nose, and his mouth. He couldn't help but gently kiss her tail.

"Oh, my sweet boy, thank you so much for the kiss. And if you want to keep going, please do... I'll make your lips so soft and relaxed and happy."

He kissed her a little more as her tail rubbed against his lips, his head tilting as he breathed through the airy fluff. Every now and then, a few of the hairs of her tail would slip past his lips; somehow, the intrusion felt nice.

While she cleaned and relaxed and pleasured him, he wondered what outward-facing parts of his body hadn't been touched yet, and he came up empty. Her tails rubbed through his hair for longer than she spent elsewhere on his body, probably since it was hard to get the dirt out of there. And it was lovely; her tails rubbing against his scalp, every inch of fluffiness sliding across it... already, he felt great.