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This story was written for Lavender. It contains F/Solo masturbation and adorable cuteness in a semi-public space. :3

Adorable, Soft and Sexy

Adorable. Soft. Sexy.

Many people might have been glad to have those words used to describe them, particularly by a vixen as beautiful as Lavender. But as she gazed out ahead of herself, trembling slightly as she slipped out of her shoes and absent-mindedly began to tease off one of her long cotton socks, revealing her bare paw and twitching, quivering toes, it wasn't a person to whom Lavender was directing those complimentary thoughts.

She stood in a place that was familiar, that held so many pleasant and fun memories, but which she had not visited for years upon years. Not in her adult life, not even in her teenage years. The memories were of innocent fun. Laughter. Memories of running so fast and pushing herself so hard in her desperation to squeeze every last drop of fun from every available moment that she was glad of the soft surfaces and warm, vibrant colours to both catch her when her energy ran out and she stumbled, and re-energise her as she lay panting and huffing prior to resuming her fun all over again. The vast warehouse in which she stood had been a soft play centre for years upon years. It had gone through several owners and transformations, several re-brandings and stages of popularity and less common usage. But now it was in the ownership of a friend of hers. A friend who knew what the vixen liked. What she enjoyed. And what she might do if presented with the unique opportunity to return to this place as a grown up.

Lavender was blushing as she stepped forward, feeling her bare feet moving from smooth, clean linoleum to a softer, more squishy flooring as she stepped onto the edge of the soft play zone itself. Her eyes widened immediately at the sensation under her pads, her toes. She'd forgotten in the time since her last childhood visit to such a place that the flooring wasn't inflatable like a bouncy castle. It was more like the mats used in gym class, only thicker in their filling. Vinyl, smooth and oh so pleasant to the touch of her bare pads, filled with layers of foam or some such material. Her toes curled down into the vinyl, and one hand bashfully fell to the front of the grey cargo shorts she had opted to wear, pressing between her legs with a soft, lingering whimper.

She took another step forward. Then another. Faster. Faster. She giggled uncontrollably as she broke into a jog, then a run. Then a sprint. She bolted across the vinyl material which ran around the edge of the main soft-play structure filling this vast warehouse, bright reds and blues and yellows and greens filling her vision with an almost hallucinogenic array of blurred colour, and with a squeal of mirth plunged recklessly into a corridor with vinyl foam clad walls and equally bright, soft punching-bag like cylinders hanging from the ceiling. Lavender made no attempt to avoid or dodge between them, indeed she revelled in her ability to crash into them headlong, feeling the weight of the soft play items give way beneath her now more powerful adult form and yet still crashing into her with all the squishy softness that she recalled from all those years ago.

Soon enough she emerged at the far end of that little tunnel, and shrieked with laughter as the momentum she had been carrying as she crashed into each cylinder suddenly found itself without any further obstacle. She went flying forward, and wailed in giddy delight as she tripped on a raised section of the soft play surface. She toppled forward, and to her absolute delight, she bounced as she landed. This section of the warehouse was inflatable, and as she crashed down on her belly upon it, she rolled over, squealing with giggles of delight as her legs kicked out and windmilled their bare feet up in the air. Her head tilted back for a moment as she lay squirming and panting with breathless delight in that spot, and looked up the length of the object onto which she now realised she had fallen upon the base.

It was a slide. A long, tall, inflatable slide. But how to get up it? There were several options by the looks of things. To its right, another slide-like inflatable surface with a series of soft-play vinyl rungs set ladder like into its side. To its left, a firmer plastic tunnel that curled upward and around to the first storey of this three level soft play structure. Or, of course, there was the option that would have been impossible if the warehouse had been in use. If there had been an attendant at the top of the slide, there to supervise the myriad kids wanting a turn sliding down it.

She grinned, scrambled to her feet, and launched herself up the length of the inflatable slide as fast as she could run.

The vixen made it maybe a third of the way up before her momentum failed her. One bare paw slipped, and she crashed down onto her front again, shrieking happily as she slid down the slide. As she slid back to ground level of the inflatable structure the inflatable material seemed to catch upon her t-shirt pinned between it and her own body, dragging it up and exposing her furred belly. This was all the incentive that Lavender needed. She recalled always thinking about that in her younger, more innocent experiences in these places. How when her clothes began to be caught or ruffled by various items of play, it would just have been so much easier to remove them. And now, much older and much less innocent, she did so with a long and happy moan.

Leaving her pink t-shirt crumpled and forgotten upon the inflatable material, Lavender took another run. Her breasts jiggled within the confines of her bra as she raced and bounced towards the slide again. This time she made it almost half way, and shrieked in shock as much as laughter as she toppled backwards, somersaulting in reverse back down the soft and super bouncy slide.

"I'm gonna make it!"

She growled with a grin of childlike determination, toes curling down into the inflatable softness below as one hand rubbed more firmly, giddily at the front of her shorts.

"I'm gonna get up!"

She bolted a third time, but this time as she approached the slide dropped to all fours like a feral. She used the squeaky, rubber on velvety paw-pads friction of not just her feet but her hands too, and half ran, half crawled her way up the slide. Up and up, higher than she'd gotten in her previous attempts, still going until finally, with a yelp of triumph, she dragged herself to her feet at the top.

"I did it!"

Shrieking happily at the top of her lungs, Lavender jumped up and down at the top of the inflatable slide. She squealed with laughter as her breasts bounced, and with a single motion of one hand behind her back she set them loose from her bra. Tossing it aside and allowing it to fall goodness only knew where, she held her arms up as though showing off her breasts to an invisible crowd. To her friends. Her lovers. All those who might have loved to be here with her right now, every bit as grown up as her, but still with that same spark of innocent, gleeful fun.

Grasping at her breasts, Lavender kicked her legs out in front of her and allowed herself to fall down onto her ass. She giggled once more as she bounced harmlessly, and stretched her legs out down and over the edge of the slide. Peering down at her bare feet, toes wiggling and flexing, splaying out and curling tightly together again before her eyes, she gave another happy whimper. Her hands fell to her shorts, and this time didn't just stroke, but instead unbuttoned the front of the grey material. Blushing brightly, Lavender wiggled them down, hooking her thumbs around her panties at the same time and letting slip a deeper, more definitively adult moan of excitement as she squirmed and soon enough felt bare fur and the flesh of her backside meeting with the cool, smooth inflatable surface. She didn't remove her shorts and underwear entirely. Not yet. She just left them hanging around her thighs, hiding her most intimate regions from the view of whatever imaginary figures might have been at the base of the slide, but still able to feet the warm air of the warehouse on her crotch, the vinyl material of the inflatable slide upon her ass and the base of her nether regions.

Her tail wagged violently from side to side, thumping at the soft-play surface as she moved closer to the edge with a series of little shuffles and squirms. She felt gravity starting to take hold, and released her hands upon the last remaining items of her clothing as she began to slide. Raising her arms up, her legs too, squealing and kicking as she slid down upon her bare butt. By the time she reached the bottom she was lying on her back, legs waving high in the air once again and the cheeks of her ass on full display. She rolled over onto all fours, giggling, blushing, whimpering all at once, then rose to her feet. She let her underwear and her shorts fall. To her knees. To her ankles. She kicked them away, and stood for a moment, looking around nervously and yet with giddy excitement as she revelled in the truth, the undeniable fact of her nakedness. The colours were still so bright. The floor so soft. But now everything was different. Every innocent obstacle and surface was filled with a host of new possibilities, each more pleasant and deliciously lewd than the last.

She had so much to do. So many things with which she wanted to play. But then of course, Lavender wasn't a kid any more. There were no parents waiting outside the soft play warehouse counting down the time till the hour they had paid for was over. No countdown to a closing time. She had all day. All day an all night in fact. Yet still, at that precise moment in time, it still didn't seem like enough. Thus, the vixen broke into a run once more as she headed for the plastic tunnel. She had no time to waste on pacing herself. No time to waste worrying about the seconds ticking away and how she was to use them. She simply had to play. To play as hard and as fun as she could bear, in as many ways as her boundless imagination could allow.

"O-ohh god..."

It wasn't long before Lavender found herself emerging from the tunnel, crawling out onto the upper floor and seeing before her an obstacle course of vinyl and foam rollers over which she had to climb and under or through pairs of which to slide herself. She couldn't resist, and instantly delved into the course. Still every step she took made her quiver with delight as the vinyl squeaked and gave way to her bare paws' pressure, but the arousal and excitement that spawned inside her was nothing compared to that which she felt as she climbed over the first roller. No, it wasn't particularly high or difficult given that she was an adult, not a nine year old, but still she made a point of clasping her legs and arms around it. Grabbing on and letting it roll her rather than just climbing straight over.

Indeed with her breasts, her belly, even the mound of her nether regions pressing into the roller as she grappled with it, Lavender found it rather difficult to force herself to let go. She wiggled under the second obstacle, a genuinely tight fit given her greater size, whimpering as it rolled and rubbed at her ass on its way past, and at the soles of her feet as she pushed away with them. By the time she reached the third obstacle though, a pair of rollers through which she had to climb, she couldn't resist. She slid herself in sideways, but as the top roller pressed down on her, and her legs straddled the bottom one equally, barely touching the ground with the tips of her toes, she stopped. She moaned. And with a bashful cry a few moments later, she rubbed her pussy against the vinyl of the soft play shape below her.

Once she gave in to the more adult calls of her sexuality, it became harder and harder for Lavender to resist them. Even when she pushed herself the rest of the way through the roller after some thirty seconds of playful, giddy grinding and humping, feeling her clit swelling and wailing rather loudly as she felt a growing wetness dissipating the friction between herself and the soft-play roller, she tumbled to the floor flat upon her belly and began to rub against it. To wiggle and hump at the soft play flooring itself, and it was only when this proved less effective that she rose up once more upon shaky legs, racing off in search of yet more humpable material.

Soon she came across another corridor of rollers, this time vertical in nature and filling the corridor so that they had to be pushed between to gain access to what lay beyond. The blues, the reds, the vibrant greens of the material were soon all around her as she pressed inward, and as she found herself pinned on all sides by these rollers, she wrapped herself around the nearest one. Arms. Legs. She clung to it like she might have clung to a larger lover, holding her aloft as they pressed themselves inside of her. Only no lover could be this soft and firm all at once. No lover could bear her weight as easily, or be so patient as she greedily rubbed her pussy against it with her hands interlocked and her feet pressed together, pads to pads, on the sky blue roller's far side.

The more she humped at the soft foam filled cylinder however, the harder it became for her to keep her tight hold as the pleasure built and built. She was grunting and whimpering unabashedly now, over and over again as her pussy drooled its hot juices all over the roller against which she was so feverishly grinding. The better it felt, the more impossible it became for her to firmly and sensibly thrust and hump rather than just mindlessly bucking her hips against the smooth, now glisteningly slick vinyl. Indeed there reached a point where Lavender could not take it any more, and with a shriek of laughter, of pleasure and of needy dismay all at once she lost all grip with her hands. She slid down to the floor, trembling and blushing as she looked up at the trail of juices she'd left staining the blue roller. It took all her strength not to just bring her fingers to bear upon herself and drive her body over the edge right then and there.

Instead the rolled over onto all fours, and crawled her way out between the remaining rollers. As she emerged from the forest of bright, soft shapes soon after though, she was suddenly all too glad to have lost her grip. To have ceased her humping, and have driven herself this little bit further into the warehouse's depths. Her eyes widened. Her legs and arms moved faster still, driving her forward at a four-limbed galloping crawl, and she approached the edge of a huge, vinyl edged ball pit. Hundreds, thousands of tennis-ball sized orbs in a dozen or more bright colours lay within, and with a giddy squeal the vixen didn't so much jump as she did throw herself forward into its depths.

For a second or two almost all of her form disappeared from view beneath the balls, just the edge of her tail and one twitching foot remaining above the surface. She rolled over. Thrashed and kicked sending balls flying in all directions. She felt the firm, lightweight balls shifting all around her as she moved, sinking herself deeper and deeper but still able to see the myriad colours flowing all over and around her. Grabbing hold of one ball, she pressed it to her pussy and rubbed it between her lips. Then another. Another. Another! She wailed as she spread her legs wide open and kicked out wildly with her legs as though drowning, feeling her bare feet break the surface and thrash briefly in open air before delving back down into the bright, loudly rattling interior of the pool.

For a few minutes she lay there, rubbing herself with the smooth plastic balls and occasionally her own fingers when the bright coloured orbs slipped through her trembling grasp. She laughed and kicked and let the pool of balls consume her, tease her with their endless movement and gentle stimulation all over her body. Once again however she soon found herself approaching the point of no return, and with a desperate whine dragged and thrashed her way back to the surface of the pool, breaking through and flailing her way to the nearest edge with all due haste.

The edges were soft, raised with yet more of the same vinyl covered foam matting that made the soft play centre so wonderfully and sensually tactile. The edges were curved and softened of course, but still with enough of a protruding edge to have caught Lavender's eye as she slipped into the pool. So much of this warehouse was rounded, no less erotic to grind against, but harder to achieve satisfaction from. This was the closest thing to a firm corner she had seen thus far, and her needy nether regions could resist it no longer.

She dragged herself half way out of the multicoloured pit, spreading her legs wide apart with one foot buried in the ball pool and the other stretched out and curling its toes upon the soft-play ground beyond. Once more, with one final surge of force, she began to hump. To rub her pussy against that defined yet deliciously soft edge, feeling the vinyl sliding between her lips and grinding with intense friction against her clit before her juices could render the motion slick and without any resistance. The vixen's eyes remained wide open as her muzzle fell equally slack, loud, shameless gasps and moans escaping her. Her clutching, grasping paws squeaked and rubbed at the smooth vinyl. Her nostrils flared, inhaling its familiar, somehow comforting plastic scent.

"Cumming!"

She screamed so loudly it echoed all around the warehouse, gleeful and unrestrained in her joyous announcement of her rapidly approaching orgasm. Lavender's toes flexed and splayed out, the leg in the ball-pool kicking and rattling the contents around as the one out on the soft-play mats just thumped loudly against the soft, malleable surface.

"Yes! Yessssssss, I'm...!! Yes!"

Letting loose an earth shattering howl, the vixen came. Hot gushes of ejaculate sprayed from her pussy, the first few soaking the soft-play vinyl against which she was grinding her clit with such force that the pressure of the impact was audible to Lavender ever over the echoes of her own wailing. After that she lost all grip on the edge of the pool and squealed with blissful laughter as she toppled back into the ball pit, the remainder of her juices being sprayed and spilled out amongst the myriad multicoloured balls. She sank back into them, thrashing, kicking, curling her toes as she sent flurries of balls shooting skyward and then raining down around her once again. She buried her hands between her legs at last, and drew out the remainder of her climax as long as possible with frenzied strokes and teasing pressure applied to her pussy's convulsing depths and achingly sensitive clit. Over and over again she screamed, she sobbed with glee as all self control and restraint was stripped away. A feeling of supreme and total eroticism, combined with an innocent fun that in itself had made this whole experience one which made itself utterly unforgettable.

"Ohh... oohhh, god..."

Even in the wake of her orgasm, floating in the ball pit with only her head, her breasts, and the twitching lengths of her feet sticking out into open air, Lavender could still feel her nether regions throbbing with delight against the fingers still pressed against and within them. She dared not touch herself any more, far too sensitive to bear such contact, but she dared not abandon these intimate sources of stimulation either. Like her childhood self upon realising that surely she must have been playing for almost an hour, she was terrified to think of all of this being over. The wonderfully innocent fun, and in this far more adult context, the immensely less than innocent but every bit as potent arousal. She wasn't ready for it to end. Not even close.

But... therein lay the joy of being an adult. Being here on her own, with permission and free reign to do as she wished. She still had many, many hours of fun ahead of her. The best part of a day, and a whole night beyond that if she required it.

Thus, she remained where she had fallen limp, gently wiggling and giggling as she slowly begin to sink all the way into the bright coloured balls all over again. There would come a time when she'd drag herself free and race away from the pool with such haste and glee it would seem she was almost terrified to remain peaceful and still any longer. For now though she was in no hurry to escape its clutches. Content just to lie there and look at her wiggling toes protruding from amidst the sea of brightly coloured balls, to feel her pussy clenching in a slower, steadier rhythm around her fingers, and know that there was a lot more fun yet to be experienced. Fun that would be adorable in how she experienced it. Fun that would be wonderfully soft in this warehouse where everything was soft and warm and bright. And of course fun that would be, despite its innocence and cuteness, absolutely and unbearably sexy.

By Jeeves

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