>>7394363Kana emerges from the changing room wearing her red one-piece swimsuit. She’s really a sight to behold. The bright material clings to her slender body, leaving little to the imagination. She wears a pair of aviators and her large straw hat. Her tail sways lazily as she looks up at you. She looks so cute, you want to pick her up and spin her around and hug her, but you hold yourself back. You reach your hand out to her, and she takes it without hesitation.
You walk with Kana hand in hand down to the beach, your feet warmed by the hot sand. You find a nice place to set up: two reclining beach chairs shaded by a large multicolored umbrella, the trim fluttering in the light breeze. You lay towels over the backs of the chairs and lay down in them, enjoying the sound of the waves rolling to and fro, the chatter of seagulls, the laughter of children in the water. You both lounge for a good while, enjoying the day. You hear Kana say your name. You look at her, rummaging around in her bag. She produces a bottle of sunscreen. “Would you?” she asks. You nod. You know she’s teasing you, she could do it mostly by herself. But you can’t help but want to spoil her.
She unhooks the back of the beach chair and lays it flat. She remains sitting, watching you expectantly. You squirt a glob of white liquid into your palm as she offers you an arm. You massage your hands up and down the length of her arms, her shoulders, her collarbones, her chest, her neck, making sure she’s protected. She watches you intently. She lays back, offering you her lovely white legs. You apply the liquid liberally, ensuring you don’t miss anything. She flips over, letting you get to her back, shifting her luxurious hair out of the way. After you’re done, you tickle her sides, eliciting a high pitched yelp and giggles as she squirms, trying to grab your hands but failing. You slap her cute butt and laugh. “All done, stinky,” you tease. She rolls over, sitting up, staring at you. She moves in quickly to give you a peck on the lips. She applies sunscreen to her face, removing her hat and sunglasses.
“You ready?” you ask her. Her face darkens. “N-no, let’s just sit here a little longer..” she mumbles. You sit next to her. “It’ll be okay, Kana. I promise,” you assure her. You take her little hand in yours, squeezing it gently. She doesn’t look at you but nods reluctantly. You stand, pulling her up with you, coaxing her. You walk down to the shore together, soon meeting the ocean, the froth licking your toes. She’s fine entering the water with you, warm waves washing over you, but soon she begins to look uncomfortable. She’s so tiny. The water’s approaching her chin already.
You move up to face her, picking her up, princess carrying her. She looks into your eyes worriedly, her wet ears twitching nervously. “It’s okay, I promise,” you say, soothingly. You lift her up so that her whole body is on the water’s surface. “Just spread your arms and legs, Kana,” you instruct. She does so, lying on her back, facing the sky. “I’m still holding you, just relax,” you say reassuringly. She struggles a bit at first as your hand holds up her back protectively. “Just relax,” you coach, “take deep breaths.” She follows your instructions, calming down. Before long, she’s riding the waves. After you’re satisfied she’ll be okay, you slowly remove your hand, watching her. She’s doing great, but you say nothing. You stay close to her. “This isn’t bad,” she whispers, looking up at lazy clouds and soaring seagulls. You’re alone with your lovely fox. “It’s more than what I deserve,” you say, following her gaze. “That isn’t true, stinky,” she protests, almost losing her balance. She suddenly realizes you’re no longer supporting her. She smiles to herself. “I told you you can do it, just remember that feeling,” you say. She nods, gaining some confidence. “Ready to swim?” you ask. She nods.
Normally you would next have her dead man’s float, but you don’t want her ears to become completely submerged. That would probably be bad, so you move on to the main event. You move behind her, her head and ears bumping into your chest as she floats. You take her right hand with your left, getting ready to prop her belly up with your right. “Okay, flip over. I’ll hold you,” you prompt. She does so. You quickly move your hand under her tummy to prop her up. She stares at you. “Why are you doing this for me?” she asks. “Because I love you,” you reply instantly, balancing her in the palm of your right hand. She grasps your shoulder with her free hand, floating closer to you, reaching up behind your head to bring you down to her. You kiss softly, sweetly, tasting salt. You close your eyes. You can’t believe you’re allowed to be this happy. You part, blushing, smiling, tearful.
