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Everyone was having fun playing volleyball on the rooftop court. A spike here, an assist there, a block there. Perhaps the most entertained person in the group was Ruby Foxx, who'd used her elastic abilities to compress and sculpt herself into a ball so they could use her as their volleyball. She laughed and cheered as she felt the others bat her back and forth, hither and yon.
Someone missed, and Ruby bounced off the ground. "Point for the home team!" someone shouted, and cheers filled the area. Everyone, including the elastic fox herself, was too caught up in the moment to notice as their "ball" bounced clean off the roof, after which she dropped several stories, rebounded off a traffic light, crashed through a window, and landed squarely in a vat of cool, transparent liquid.
Ruby was forced to hold her breath as she dipped below the liquid's surface, then floated back up. The ball-shaped fox took a breath as she broke the surface again.
Phew... where am I? It's all right, I'll just climb out and... hey... why can't I move?

Ruby sulked as she rested on her bed. It had been a whole day since the volleyball game, and she was still immobile. She wasn't completely stiff-- she was still as bouncy as before, as her friends had already tested-- but she could move little other than her eyes and mouth. Apparently, the vat she'd landed in had been filled with a special sealing agent that had soaked into her rubbery body and locked her in her ball shape. Her mother, Susie Foxx, had already examined her and was working on an antidote, but it wouldn't be ready for another few days.
I'm so bored... I can't go out and adventure in this condition! Being a ball is a lot less fun when you're stuck that way...I think I have a ball fetish. I don't have a foot fetish or a posterior fetish, though, like certain individuals that I will not name but that may identify themselves if they so wish.

This was difficult to draw. I think this is the first time I've ever actually thrown away my first draft.

Ruby Foxx and co. are ©

Description
Everyone was having fun playing volleyball on the rooftop court. A spike here, an assist there, a block there. Perhaps the most entertained person in the group was Ruby Foxx, who'd used her elastic abilities to compress and sculpt herself into a ball so they could use her as their volleyball. She laughed and cheered as she felt the others bat her back and forth, hither and yon.
Someone missed, and Ruby bounced off the ground. "Point for the home team!" someone shouted, and cheers filled the area. Everyone, including the elastic fox herself, was too caught up in the moment to notice as their "ball" bounced clean off the roof, after which she dropped several stories, rebounded off a traffic light, crashed through a window, and landed squarely in a vat of cool, transparent liquid.
Ruby was forced to hold her breath as she dipped below the liquid's surface, then floated back up. The ball-shaped fox took a breath as she broke the surface again.
Phew... where am I? It's all right, I'll just climb out and... hey... why can't I move?

Ruby sulked as she rested on her bed. It had been a whole day since the volleyball game, and she was still immobile. She wasn't completely stiff-- she was still as bouncy as before, as her friends had already tested-- but she could move little other than her eyes and mouth. Apparently, the vat she'd landed in had been filled with a special sealing agent that had soaked into her rubbery body and locked her in her ball shape. Her mother, Susie Foxx, had already examined her and was working on an antidote, but it wouldn't be ready for another few days.
I'm so bored... I can't go out and adventure in this condition! Being a ball is a lot less fun when you're stuck that way...I think I have a ball fetish. I don't have a foot fetish or a posterior fetish, though, like certain individuals that I will not name but that may identify themselves if they so wish.

This was difficult to draw. I think this is the first time I've ever actually thrown away my first draft.

Ruby Foxx and co. are ©