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Takara finds herself drawn to a strange kitsune mask and can’t help but feel that donning it would help her escape her dull human life. She had no idea just how right she was.
This story is based on a TF sequence that I got from
Nakase: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/58098901/ The story admittedly takes some inspiration from the "The Mask" movie, which was responsible for my early transformation/takeover interests!
The pdf version of this story has extra artwork from Nakase in it!
A bell jingled as Takara pushed open the heavy glass door of the antique shop and stepped inside. The air was thick with dust, making her cough for a moment before glancing around the dimly lit room. It was crammed full of all sorts of decades-old relics, from old furniture to tarnished silverware. It was the sort of place that some people could easily spend hours browsing. Strangely, though, she hadn’t meant to step into the store.
“Why did I come in here…?” Takara murmured to herself with a sigh. One moment, she had been wandering around town, and then she found herself walking into this musty old shop. Maybe it was time to find a coffee shop before she zoned out again?
After glancing at the store’s clerk, an incredibly out-of-place teen who was distracted by his phone, Takara decided she might as well look around. Antiques weren’t really her thing, but maybe there was something that would make a good decoration for her new apartment.
As she browsed the store, she thought back to the boredom that had driven her to wander around town in the first place. Now that she had a home and a job, her life had become so predictable, so mundane. Wake up, go to work, come home, eat dinner, sleep, repeat. She longed for something more, something exciting. Maybe that’s why she had been drawn to this old antique shop, she mused, though American antiques rarely interested her.
Refocusing on the present, Takara found that she had spaced again out and wandered into the section filled with figurines and artwork. Had she not gotten enough sleep? Usually she was more attentive than this; perhaps it would be better to go home before she accidentally broke something expensive.
Just before she turned to leave, something caught Takara’s eye: a black mask sporting a familiar design. Feeling intrigued and oddly drawn to it, she began carefully pushing aside some old animal figurines that had been placed in front of it. The mask appeared to be made of painted wood and had been carved into a realistic vulpine shape with large ears and a long snout. Most strikingly, though, it sported bright blue kabuki markings. It was obviously a Japanse kitsune mask, but why in the world was it in an American antique store?
Finding the strange mask in such an unusual place almost felt like fate for Takara since she was a Japanese American who had been separated from her native culture for years. However, her more superstitious side couldn’t help but feel apprehensive. After all, she had somehow randomly wandered into this store and walked right up to where the mask was hidden. It was as if something supernatural had drawn her to it…
Despite her worries, she decided to pick up the mask and examine it more closely. From what she remembered, kitsune masks were usually white, so she couldn’t help but wonder if the black color held some sort of significance. Turning the mask in her hands, she found that its inside was also painted black but somehow seemed shinier than the outside.
As she stared at the mask’s interior, it almost seemed to shimmer like a liquid. A strange calm fell over her as she stared at the mask’s rippling surface. Without thinking about it, she slowly raised the mask towards her face.
“Um, Miss?” The sudden sound of the shopkeeper’s voice snapped Takara back to her senses, causing her to yank the mask away from her face. “I’m sorry, but the owner prefers that people don’t mess with the merchandise before they pay.”
“Oh, sorry!” She replied in confusion as she vaguely remembered being mesmerized by the strange mask. A growing fear that something supernatural was happening made her want to put the thing back where she found it and forget that she had ever seen it. That’s what a sane person was supposed to do if they encountered a Japanese yokai, right? Because she was almost sure that the mask was possessed at this point.
Common sense and curiosity began warring within her mind. Takara knew the sensible thing would be to discard the mask and leave the store as quickly as possible. However, she couldn’t bring herself to do it, and she wasn’t sure whether it was because the mask had cast a spell over her or if she just didn’t want to throw away the first supernatural thing she had ever encountered. She couldn’t shake the feeling that the mask represented an opportunity to change her life and that she shouldn’t throw it away.
Realizing that the shopkeeper was still staring at her, she quickly forced herself to make a decision. “I guess… I guess I’ll be buying this then.”
________________
As Takara left the shop clutching the enigmatic mask’s bag, a whirlwind of thoughts ran through her mind. Had she gone mad? Had she really just purchased a haunted mask? The unsettling events within the shop had left her half-expecting the thing to spring from the bag, levitate, and emit eerie sounds.
However, despite her fears and constant vigilance, nothing happened during her drive home, and she made it into her apartment without incident. After locking the door behind her, she rushed deeper inside and placed the mask on her nightstand to inspect it more closely in private.
Now that she had better lighting, it was apparent that the mask was a true work of art; its perfectly carved and polished wood sported a far more realistic fox shape than any kitsune mask she had seen before. Its bright blue kabuki markings almost seemed to glow in stark contrast to the shiny black color of the rest of the mask. Under normal circumstances, she would have congratulated herself for acquiring a beautiful relic like this for such a cheap price. The question was, what was she supposed to do now?
A faint pull seemed to emanate from the mask as if in response to her unvoiced question. It was subtle enough that it was hard to tell whether or not it was just her imagination, but she could swear that the thing was encouraging her to put it on. Takara bit her lip as she was gripped by indecision. Did she really dare to wear the mask?
“Maybe… maybe later,” she said haltingly as unease and desire warred within her mind. Her reasonable side screamed that she needed to throw the mask away, while her long-suppressed adventurous side desperately wanted to see what would happen. She needed more time to think. Quickly retreating to another room, she busied herself with chores to keep herself from staring at the accursed thing.
Over the next few hours, Takara tried to calmly decide what to do. Assuming she wasn’t going crazy, what would happen if she put the mask on? What if it possessed her? That thought alone made her almost throw the thing away. However, she couldn’t shake the feeling that the mask wasn’t dangerous, and if she did discard it, she would regret it for the rest of her life.
Finally, as the sun dipped under the horizon, she decided to give in and just find out what the consequences of her choice would be. Taking a deep breath, Takara walked back to her room and carefully picked the kitsune mask up from the nightstand she had left it on.
Nothing immediately happened as she held the fox-shaped piece of wood in her hands, but once again, she couldn’t shake the feeling there was something otherworldly about it. Its blue markings were just a little too bright, and its inside seemed too shiny. Sighing as she tried to keep her nerves steady, she lay on her bed while turning it in her hands.
“I’m going to feel so stupid if nothing happens,” Takara muttered before deciding to stop delaying the inevitable. She slowly brought the mask towards her eyes.
Almost as if it had been waiting for her to make her choice, the kitsune mask suddenly lept out of her hands and straight onto her face. Crying out in surprise, she immediately tried to yank the thing off. However, the mask’s cord had somehow looped itself behind her head and tightened so that it would be firmly affixed to her face. Making matters worse, she couldn’t get her fingers under the edges of the mask, almost as if it had moulded itself to her face.
“What the…!” Takara’s words of astonishment were cut off as the mask unexpectedly tightened around her jaw, making it impossible to call out. The mask seemed to be growing larger so that it could engulf more of her head with every passing moment. Strangely, the mask’s surface felt more like a gooey liquid than the solid wood it had been made of.
Stumbling over to a nearby mirror, what she saw would have made her gasp in surprise if her mouth hadn’t been sealed shut. The mask’s blue markings were glowing in a manner that could only be called magical, and its wood had seemingly transformed into a shiny black oil. It was somehow still holding its vulpine shape while spreading over her head and neck.
Suddenly, the front of the mask split open, forming a mouth that hadn’t been there before. After gratefully gasping for air, Takara was surprised to see the mask’s jaw move in sync with her breathing, almost as if it had become a part of her.
“What the heck is happening?” Takara said aloud with her new vulpine face as she tried to process the insane situation she was experiencing. Out of all the scenarios she had imagined could happen when she put on the accursed mask, this was not one of them!
The mask’s goop flowed down her back and chest, somehow consuming her clothes as it spread. As it passed her waist, a weight formed over her tailbone, making her stumble backward. Twisting around to see what was happening, she gasped when she found several thick tendrils of goo growing from her spine. Being reasonably well-versed in Japanese myth, it didn’t take long for her to realize she was looking at fox tails. A lot of fox tails.
“A Kyubi...?!” Her eyes widened as she realized the implications of the nine tails growing behind her. She had already suspected that the mask was possessed, but the tails suggested that an actual legendary yōkai was trying to do something to her. Assuming that the legends about Kyubi were true, there was a good chance she would be utterly helpless against such a creature.
As if in response to her growing fear, the living goo tightened around her skin, making it more difficult for her to move. In addition, the still-forming fox tails curled around her legs, though she couldn’t tell if they were trying to restrain her or wrap her in a strange embrace. In the mirror, she began to look as if she was encased in a skin-tight black latex fox suit. As the vulpine shape became more defined, her senses blurred wherever the stuff was touching her skin, making it hard for her to tell where her body ended and the kitsune goo began.
Finally, the black liquid finished encasing Takara from head to toe, fully shaping itself into an anthropomorphic kitsune around her human body. As its movements slowed, she realized she no longer felt the goo’s embrace around her human skin, almost like the stuff had become part of her body. She could even feel her new form’s claws, pointed ears, and tails. She wasn’t even sure her human body existed underneath the shiny blackness anymore.
Takara looked at her new body with a mix of amazement and wonder. It looked as if it was made of liquid latex, with a fox-like shape and prominent feminine features. Her hands had claws, and her feet had become digitigrade paws. Nine thick black tails of goo flowed behind her, and somehow, she could feel each one and control them so naturally that she felt as if they had always been a part of her. Even her irises had been transformed into a bright blue that matched her kabuki markings.
Strangely, her new body felt… right, almost as if she had been meant to be a kitsune all along. An alien calmness filled her mind, melting away her fears and anxieties, including those brought about by her transformation. Some part of her felt alarmed, but it was a small, easily ignored voice. After all, why should a kyuubi such as herself fear anything?
Takara stretched and smiled happily in front of the mirror as she looked over her shiny new form. No… not ‘new’; this was her true form, the way she was supposed to be.
However, as beautiful as her new form was, weren’t foxes supposed to have fur? Takara began focusing on herself, acting on some instinct she hadn’t been aware of moments earlier. Within seconds, her oily body started transforming. A mix of black and auburn fur with blue kabuki markings spread over her body. On a whim, she turned her black hair a bright blue to match her markings. Her tails expanded with fluff until they nearly filled half the room, spreading out in an elegant display that filled her with pride.
Spinning in front of her mirror, Takara smiled as she admired her work. She had become a flesh-and-blood kitsune with the colors of a cross fox! It was a perfect, unique form for a unique creature like herself. Even though this body didn’t feel quite as natural as her liquid form, she loved how it looked and couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of how men would react to seeing her feminine figure.
Deciding that she had spent more than enough time staring in the mirror, Takara climbed onto her balcony and lept into the night. It was time to have some real fun.
_______________
Sunlight entered through the window, striking Takara’s eyes and making her groan as it aroused her from her deep slumber. Slowly, she stirred in her bed as she recalled having the strangest dreams.
Some of the details were blurry, but she had dreamt of becoming a wild, shapeshifting kitsune. She had fearlessly darted through the night in her new form and even tricked and teased unsuspecting humans. It was hard to tell if she had been possessed or liberated by the force that had transformed her, but the dream had felt… amazing.
Her drowsy thoughts were interrupted when she realized she was wearing something over her face. Takara’s eyes shot open, and she quickly realized that she was still wearing the mask from her dreams. A mix of fear and confusion made her yank the accursed object off, causing it to fall onto her bedsheets.
Staring at the black kitsune mask with disbelief, she slowly realized that those might not have been dreams after all…
Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed this story, please consider supporting me on Ko-fi! Ko-Fi supporters gain early access to work-in-progress stories, occasional NSFW edits, and other creations of mine! https://ko-fi.com/draythix
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This story is based on a TF sequence that I got from
Nakase: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/58098901/ The story admittedly takes some inspiration from the "The Mask" movie, which was responsible for my early transformation/takeover interests!The pdf version of this story has extra artwork from Nakase in it!
A bell jingled as Takara pushed open the heavy glass door of the antique shop and stepped inside. The air was thick with dust, making her cough for a moment before glancing around the dimly lit room. It was crammed full of all sorts of decades-old relics, from old furniture to tarnished silverware. It was the sort of place that some people could easily spend hours browsing. Strangely, though, she hadn’t meant to step into the store.
“Why did I come in here…?” Takara murmured to herself with a sigh. One moment, she had been wandering around town, and then she found herself walking into this musty old shop. Maybe it was time to find a coffee shop before she zoned out again?
After glancing at the store’s clerk, an incredibly out-of-place teen who was distracted by his phone, Takara decided she might as well look around. Antiques weren’t really her thing, but maybe there was something that would make a good decoration for her new apartment.
As she browsed the store, she thought back to the boredom that had driven her to wander around town in the first place. Now that she had a home and a job, her life had become so predictable, so mundane. Wake up, go to work, come home, eat dinner, sleep, repeat. She longed for something more, something exciting. Maybe that’s why she had been drawn to this old antique shop, she mused, though American antiques rarely interested her.
Refocusing on the present, Takara found that she had spaced again out and wandered into the section filled with figurines and artwork. Had she not gotten enough sleep? Usually she was more attentive than this; perhaps it would be better to go home before she accidentally broke something expensive.
Just before she turned to leave, something caught Takara’s eye: a black mask sporting a familiar design. Feeling intrigued and oddly drawn to it, she began carefully pushing aside some old animal figurines that had been placed in front of it. The mask appeared to be made of painted wood and had been carved into a realistic vulpine shape with large ears and a long snout. Most strikingly, though, it sported bright blue kabuki markings. It was obviously a Japanse kitsune mask, but why in the world was it in an American antique store?
Finding the strange mask in such an unusual place almost felt like fate for Takara since she was a Japanese American who had been separated from her native culture for years. However, her more superstitious side couldn’t help but feel apprehensive. After all, she had somehow randomly wandered into this store and walked right up to where the mask was hidden. It was as if something supernatural had drawn her to it…
Despite her worries, she decided to pick up the mask and examine it more closely. From what she remembered, kitsune masks were usually white, so she couldn’t help but wonder if the black color held some sort of significance. Turning the mask in her hands, she found that its inside was also painted black but somehow seemed shinier than the outside.
As she stared at the mask’s interior, it almost seemed to shimmer like a liquid. A strange calm fell over her as she stared at the mask’s rippling surface. Without thinking about it, she slowly raised the mask towards her face.
“Um, Miss?” The sudden sound of the shopkeeper’s voice snapped Takara back to her senses, causing her to yank the mask away from her face. “I’m sorry, but the owner prefers that people don’t mess with the merchandise before they pay.”
“Oh, sorry!” She replied in confusion as she vaguely remembered being mesmerized by the strange mask. A growing fear that something supernatural was happening made her want to put the thing back where she found it and forget that she had ever seen it. That’s what a sane person was supposed to do if they encountered a Japanese yokai, right? Because she was almost sure that the mask was possessed at this point.
Common sense and curiosity began warring within her mind. Takara knew the sensible thing would be to discard the mask and leave the store as quickly as possible. However, she couldn’t bring herself to do it, and she wasn’t sure whether it was because the mask had cast a spell over her or if she just didn’t want to throw away the first supernatural thing she had ever encountered. She couldn’t shake the feeling that the mask represented an opportunity to change her life and that she shouldn’t throw it away.
Realizing that the shopkeeper was still staring at her, she quickly forced herself to make a decision. “I guess… I guess I’ll be buying this then.”
________________
As Takara left the shop clutching the enigmatic mask’s bag, a whirlwind of thoughts ran through her mind. Had she gone mad? Had she really just purchased a haunted mask? The unsettling events within the shop had left her half-expecting the thing to spring from the bag, levitate, and emit eerie sounds.
However, despite her fears and constant vigilance, nothing happened during her drive home, and she made it into her apartment without incident. After locking the door behind her, she rushed deeper inside and placed the mask on her nightstand to inspect it more closely in private.
Now that she had better lighting, it was apparent that the mask was a true work of art; its perfectly carved and polished wood sported a far more realistic fox shape than any kitsune mask she had seen before. Its bright blue kabuki markings almost seemed to glow in stark contrast to the shiny black color of the rest of the mask. Under normal circumstances, she would have congratulated herself for acquiring a beautiful relic like this for such a cheap price. The question was, what was she supposed to do now?
A faint pull seemed to emanate from the mask as if in response to her unvoiced question. It was subtle enough that it was hard to tell whether or not it was just her imagination, but she could swear that the thing was encouraging her to put it on. Takara bit her lip as she was gripped by indecision. Did she really dare to wear the mask?
“Maybe… maybe later,” she said haltingly as unease and desire warred within her mind. Her reasonable side screamed that she needed to throw the mask away, while her long-suppressed adventurous side desperately wanted to see what would happen. She needed more time to think. Quickly retreating to another room, she busied herself with chores to keep herself from staring at the accursed thing.
Over the next few hours, Takara tried to calmly decide what to do. Assuming she wasn’t going crazy, what would happen if she put the mask on? What if it possessed her? That thought alone made her almost throw the thing away. However, she couldn’t shake the feeling that the mask wasn’t dangerous, and if she did discard it, she would regret it for the rest of her life.
Finally, as the sun dipped under the horizon, she decided to give in and just find out what the consequences of her choice would be. Taking a deep breath, Takara walked back to her room and carefully picked the kitsune mask up from the nightstand she had left it on.
Nothing immediately happened as she held the fox-shaped piece of wood in her hands, but once again, she couldn’t shake the feeling there was something otherworldly about it. Its blue markings were just a little too bright, and its inside seemed too shiny. Sighing as she tried to keep her nerves steady, she lay on her bed while turning it in her hands.
“I’m going to feel so stupid if nothing happens,” Takara muttered before deciding to stop delaying the inevitable. She slowly brought the mask towards her eyes.
Almost as if it had been waiting for her to make her choice, the kitsune mask suddenly lept out of her hands and straight onto her face. Crying out in surprise, she immediately tried to yank the thing off. However, the mask’s cord had somehow looped itself behind her head and tightened so that it would be firmly affixed to her face. Making matters worse, she couldn’t get her fingers under the edges of the mask, almost as if it had moulded itself to her face.
“What the…!” Takara’s words of astonishment were cut off as the mask unexpectedly tightened around her jaw, making it impossible to call out. The mask seemed to be growing larger so that it could engulf more of her head with every passing moment. Strangely, the mask’s surface felt more like a gooey liquid than the solid wood it had been made of.
Stumbling over to a nearby mirror, what she saw would have made her gasp in surprise if her mouth hadn’t been sealed shut. The mask’s blue markings were glowing in a manner that could only be called magical, and its wood had seemingly transformed into a shiny black oil. It was somehow still holding its vulpine shape while spreading over her head and neck.
Suddenly, the front of the mask split open, forming a mouth that hadn’t been there before. After gratefully gasping for air, Takara was surprised to see the mask’s jaw move in sync with her breathing, almost as if it had become a part of her.
“What the heck is happening?” Takara said aloud with her new vulpine face as she tried to process the insane situation she was experiencing. Out of all the scenarios she had imagined could happen when she put on the accursed mask, this was not one of them!
The mask’s goop flowed down her back and chest, somehow consuming her clothes as it spread. As it passed her waist, a weight formed over her tailbone, making her stumble backward. Twisting around to see what was happening, she gasped when she found several thick tendrils of goo growing from her spine. Being reasonably well-versed in Japanese myth, it didn’t take long for her to realize she was looking at fox tails. A lot of fox tails.
“A Kyubi...?!” Her eyes widened as she realized the implications of the nine tails growing behind her. She had already suspected that the mask was possessed, but the tails suggested that an actual legendary yōkai was trying to do something to her. Assuming that the legends about Kyubi were true, there was a good chance she would be utterly helpless against such a creature.
As if in response to her growing fear, the living goo tightened around her skin, making it more difficult for her to move. In addition, the still-forming fox tails curled around her legs, though she couldn’t tell if they were trying to restrain her or wrap her in a strange embrace. In the mirror, she began to look as if she was encased in a skin-tight black latex fox suit. As the vulpine shape became more defined, her senses blurred wherever the stuff was touching her skin, making it hard for her to tell where her body ended and the kitsune goo began.
Finally, the black liquid finished encasing Takara from head to toe, fully shaping itself into an anthropomorphic kitsune around her human body. As its movements slowed, she realized she no longer felt the goo’s embrace around her human skin, almost like the stuff had become part of her body. She could even feel her new form’s claws, pointed ears, and tails. She wasn’t even sure her human body existed underneath the shiny blackness anymore.
Takara looked at her new body with a mix of amazement and wonder. It looked as if it was made of liquid latex, with a fox-like shape and prominent feminine features. Her hands had claws, and her feet had become digitigrade paws. Nine thick black tails of goo flowed behind her, and somehow, she could feel each one and control them so naturally that she felt as if they had always been a part of her. Even her irises had been transformed into a bright blue that matched her kabuki markings.
Strangely, her new body felt… right, almost as if she had been meant to be a kitsune all along. An alien calmness filled her mind, melting away her fears and anxieties, including those brought about by her transformation. Some part of her felt alarmed, but it was a small, easily ignored voice. After all, why should a kyuubi such as herself fear anything?
Takara stretched and smiled happily in front of the mirror as she looked over her shiny new form. No… not ‘new’; this was her true form, the way she was supposed to be.
However, as beautiful as her new form was, weren’t foxes supposed to have fur? Takara began focusing on herself, acting on some instinct she hadn’t been aware of moments earlier. Within seconds, her oily body started transforming. A mix of black and auburn fur with blue kabuki markings spread over her body. On a whim, she turned her black hair a bright blue to match her markings. Her tails expanded with fluff until they nearly filled half the room, spreading out in an elegant display that filled her with pride.
Spinning in front of her mirror, Takara smiled as she admired her work. She had become a flesh-and-blood kitsune with the colors of a cross fox! It was a perfect, unique form for a unique creature like herself. Even though this body didn’t feel quite as natural as her liquid form, she loved how it looked and couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of how men would react to seeing her feminine figure.
Deciding that she had spent more than enough time staring in the mirror, Takara climbed onto her balcony and lept into the night. It was time to have some real fun.
_______________
Sunlight entered through the window, striking Takara’s eyes and making her groan as it aroused her from her deep slumber. Slowly, she stirred in her bed as she recalled having the strangest dreams.
Some of the details were blurry, but she had dreamt of becoming a wild, shapeshifting kitsune. She had fearlessly darted through the night in her new form and even tricked and teased unsuspecting humans. It was hard to tell if she had been possessed or liberated by the force that had transformed her, but the dream had felt… amazing.
Her drowsy thoughts were interrupted when she realized she was wearing something over her face. Takara’s eyes shot open, and she quickly realized that she was still wearing the mask from her dreams. A mix of fear and confusion made her yank the accursed object off, causing it to fall onto her bedsheets.
Staring at the black kitsune mask with disbelief, she slowly realized that those might not have been dreams after all…
Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed this story, please consider supporting me on Ko-fi! Ko-Fi supporters gain early access to work-in-progress stories, occasional NSFW edits, and other creations of mine! https://ko-fi.com/draythix
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