A TAIL OF TWO KITTIES
A Reverse Harem Tail
The Fox and the Hounds, book 2
by
Jacquelyn Faye
A TAIL OF TWO KITTIES
A Reverse Harem Tail
Fox and the Hounds, book 2
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Copyright © 2019 by Jacquelyn Faye
Cover Design © 2019 by Carol Marques
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Dedication
Don't know if anybody has done this before, but I hereby dedicate this book to my main character,
Kaede Motherfuckin' Tanaka
I FLOVE you, you sassy little bitch.
And I want to apologize for all the shit I put you through in this book.
Don't hate me.
Chapter 1
"Ert werz the berst of terms, ert werz the werst of terms…"
"What the fuck is she saying?" Rome gave Hiroki a pleading look.
"I believe that one was, it was the best of times, it was the worst of times, Rome-sama."
"See?" I twirled around the lamp post in the village. "Hiroki gets me."
"Why is it the worst of times, Kaede-sama?"
"Berkerz." I stopped spinning around the ancient green iron post and frowned at the two of them. "This was fun, but it would have been a lot more fun if Remy and David could have come, too."
It was Saturday night, and I'd been annoying everybody in the common room of Breckenridge Hall. In an effort to spare my hide, Rome and Hiroki had grabbed me and practically dragged me to the village to burn off some energy. The grateful looks of the students trying to relax kind of hurt my feel badz, so I'd reluctantly agreed.
Remy, Rome's twin and my boyfriend extraordinaire, had been saddled with guard duty at the Temple of Doom. It was more of a cavern, but it still housed the spirit of the Norse god, Fenrir. So, Temple of Doom kind of fit. Only it wasn't our doom as the old stories went. It was Asgard's.
Fenrir had a huuuge grudge against the Aesir branch of the Norse pantheon. Not that I could blame him. They had bound him in chains, trapped his spirit in a cave, and his body in Hell. I would have been pissed off, too. And I'm sure if my parents could have managed a similar punishment for me, my happy ass would have been right there alongside him. Instead, they shipped me off to boarding school to learn to act more human.
Putting an Inari fox, a celestial messenger for the gods, that close to the sleeping wolf god had been the biggest mistake of their lives. I'd become his herald after he metaphysically stole me from the Inari-kami. He tells me on a regular basis that it is my destiny to awaken him, reunite his body and soul, and unleash him upon the Aesir gods of Asgard.
Sounded like a dick move to me. I was happy spending time with my three-and-a-half boyfriends. Shooting Rome a nervous glance, I got the familiar tingle in my stomach. He was the half a boyfriend. We were more than friends but were taking it slow. Just friends didn't kiss each other with tongue. Semantics aside, I had no intention of unleashing Fenrir on Asgard. I'm sure that would have broken every leash law on the books, and I didn't need a bunch of pissed off gods coming after me with spears and lightning hammers.
Except maybe Thor. He could cum after me. After he made me cum with his mighty hammer… I mean, it was only fair.
As for David, he was still in the infirmary. When he'd been kidnapped, his ex-girlfriend had spelled him, or drugged him, unconscious. He was awake, but still not up to normal. The school nurse refused to let him leave the infirmary until he showed signs of improvement, and the twins' sister, Sabine, wasn't talking to anybody. Not that the average student would accidentally run into her any time soon, seeing as she was locked in the school dungeon. Yes, our school had a dungeon. No, I hadn't gotten my smart ass locked up, yet. Stay tuned.
"So, where are you two hunka hunka burnin' loves taking me?"
"To a psychiatrist," Rome mumbled under his breath.
I poked him in the side, right between his ribs. "Fox ears, remember?"
He yelped and grabbed my finger in his massive hand, pulling it from his tickle spot and giving me a death glare. He was scary, when he wasn't being so fucking sexy. Just friends didn't drool over chiseled jaws and shoulder-length blond hair. Nor did they suffer from wet panties just from piercing gazes. I needed to learn to control my piercing gazes. Rome was grumpy when his panties got wet. Grumpier.
Hiroki's foxlike hissing laughter permeated the night air. I poked him with my other hand, forgetting he wasn't ticklish in the least. It was one of the most un-fun parts of Hiroki. The rest of his parts were a lot of fun. Especially the long, pointy ones.
"Are you hungry?" Rome's voice slithered through my auditory canals and caressed the pleasure sensors of my brain. I nodded.
"Kaede-sama is always hungry."
"Then we should get some food into her before she has any liquor."
"That's two of the three major food groups." I nodded sagely.
"What's the third?" Rome sounded afraid to ask.
"Dick." I grinned at him, pumping my fist as he rolled his eyes.
"In that order?" Hiroki snickered.
"Of course! Dick always comes after you liquor. Get it? Liquor…lick her?"
"Yes, Kaede-sama. I got it." He shook his head, but I could see the small tugging of a smile on his lips.
Rome just looked like he wanted to go back to school and forget the whole night had ever been his idea. "Lady Hel, help me get through this night," he said exasperatedly.
I slapped his arm and made a shushing motion with my finger, glaring at him piercingly. He deserved wet panties after bringing up that bitch's name. She was the goddess his people, hellhounds, revered. She'd created them, after all. We were out to have a good time, and I didn't need his accidental invocation getting her all up in my business.
"Sorry," he whispered.
"If I'm forbidden from mentioning the F-word, you're not allowed to say her name, either. We are ignoring the problem until it goes away."
"I am confused. You say the F-word on an average of two-point-five times a sentence." Hiroki scrunched his eyebrows.
"Not that one. The one that ends in enrir."
"Oh. Hai."
I stood on my tiptoes and patted his head.
"Come on. I'm hungry, too," Rome grumbled and headed in a familiar direction.
"Oooh, are we going to the pub?"
"Yes."
"Not eating any pickled testicles or fermented shark nuggets. Just warning you in advance… Nor do I want to get knocked unconscious in the bathroom or thrown over the side of a boat in the middle of the ocean." I frowned at Rome's back. "Can we go somewhere else? Place is kind of dangerous in hindsight."
Rome stopped walking and turned around, seemingly lost in thought. It was uncharted territory for him, and I couldn't blame him for getting lost. "The number of restaurants is limited in Oddi, but I know another place you might like."
He was being nice, again. I shuddered in pleasure, liking the unusual feeling.
We still walked through the central square, but instead of going straight, Rome turned onto the only other major street that ran through the village. Gasping, I stopped walking and stared in adoration at the very familiar red and white marquee.
"They have KFC. In Iceland? In the village?"
"Yes. There is a McDonald's, too," Rome said over his shoulder.
The closer we got, my mouth started watering as the comforting smell wafted over us. "Roki, chicken."
He nodded, just as mesmerized as I was. "Hai."
Foxes just loved them some chicken. Even when it was deep fried. Who am I trying to kid? Especially when it was deep fried. Deep frying made everything better. "I'ma get a bucket of cheekin."
Rome stopped, his hand on the door. "Do you want to go somewhere else?"
"No!" Roki's voice matched mine in pitch and intensity as we said it together.
"Oh. Just thought you might want to go someplace a little nicer that serves alcohol."
"Food, then liquor."
"Okay," he said defensively and opened the door.
I inhaled deeply as soon as we were inside, closing my eyes, and letting the happies warm my tummy. "Mmmm. Smells like home. Without all the pollution and patchouli."
If there was one thing I hated about northern California, it was the smell of patchouli wafting from the more free-spirited of the human population. That and Axe Body Spray. It was almost overwhelming to a human nose. To a fox nose, it was torture.
As soon as I looked up at the oh, so familiar menu, I cringed in guilt. It was in Icelandic, but that wasn't the issue. Roki and I didn't have any funds available. My parents had shipped us off with two gold coins to pay our cab fare, and that was it.
"What's the matter?" Rome bumped me with his shoulder after I'd stopped moving.
I growled in frustration. Hating the fact that he, once again, would have to pay for our meal. "I'm sorry we don't have any money, Rome."
"I would not have abducted you if I were worried about that."
Roki poked me in the side and grinned.
"What?"
He pulled out a black credit card from his front pocket and gave me a wink. "We are no longer poor."
"Where the fuck did you get that?" I tried to snatch it out of his hand, but it was like trying to snatch a playing card from a magician.
"I wrote your mother. Told her of our predicament. She sent it with express instructions not to let you get your grubby little paws on it, use it to buy alcohol, and set the school ablaze."
I stopped reaching, wanting so bad to argue on behalf of myself, but who was I kidding? My mother was right. "Okay."
He blinked in surprise. "You are fine with this?"
"Maybe. We'll play a game. If I can steal it or get my hands on it, I get drunk, and the school gets toasted. In the meantime, you can be my personal banker."
"I accept your terms," he answered with a grin and stuffed the card back into his pocket. "Dinner is our treat tonight, Rome-sama."
"Thank you."
Apparently, in Iceland, it is almost shocking to order three buckets of chicken for three people. The poor teenage girl working the register did a triple take. One for each bucket of chicken, and then asked three times if we were sure.
"Oh, and three large okes," I added just a few seconds before she swiped the card.
She stopped, mid motion, gave me a look of pure exasperation, punched a few buttons, swiped the card, and handed it back to Hiroki. Even though I was holding out my grubby little paw.
I stuck my tongue out at her as I grabbed one of the trays and headed for a cozy little corner booth in the back, sliding into the middle. "Bet she's fun at parties."
Rome laughed as he slid in beside me. Roki blocked me in on the other, effectively making a Kaede sammich. I was good with that and pressed my face to each of their shoulders, happy in the moment.
"Does she always get like this before she eats?"
"Worse, after," Hiroki answered Rome.
He sighed and tore the cardboard lid out of the bucket, grabbing the piece on top and tearing a hunk of flesh out of it. I had a drumstick in my hand when I stopped and looked at Hiroki. "I'll have four fried chickens and a Coke…"
His eyes squinted as he grinned at me, getting my reference. Roki was a lot older than me, how much I wasn't sure. Strangely enough, one of his favorite movies of all times was Blues Brothers.
"I don't get it," Rome said, watching our exchange.
"It's from a movie."
"Oh." He swallowed some of his Coke, washing the chicken down and putting the bones on the lid.
"Did you suck the meat off?" I stared at the bone. There wasn't a sliver of meat left on it.
"My name isn't Kaede." He smirked, sooo proud of himself.
"Not gonna argue." I popped the chicken leg into my mouth and pulled off nearly all of the meat, glaring at him as I dropped the bone next to his.
"Holy shit."
"I have nimble lips."
"She does," Hiroki said with a nod.
Rome just stared, blushed, and fished out another piece of chicken.
The rest of dinner was wolfed down in almost a contest like fashion. I tapped out with two pieces left, leaning back in the booth and rubbing my tummy happily while Roki and Rome finished theirs. And then fought over my last two pieces.
To eat again… The whispered thought in my mind sent a shiver down my spine. Fenrir was hungry. I could hear it in his voice. Not wanting to alert the other two with me, I schooled my face, not daring to change my expression.
They had KFC back then?
I do not know of which you speak. But fowl… That was certainly in abundance. I can still feel the hot blood against my tongue as their bones snapped between my jaws.
You should go mouse hunting with Roki when you wake up. He likes mooshi. I used my made-up word for mouse sushi.
Mice? I could devour all the rodents in the world and not be satisfied.
And you'd probably piss Roki off.
I care not.
Why? Roki's sweet, and if he didn't have any more mice, he'd be sad.
Very well. I shall feast upon cattle and leave the rodents to him.
I'll let him know.
Find my body, my fox. Find it so I may be whole again.
Just like that, he was gone from my mind, and Roki and Rome were staring at me worriedly again. "What?"
"Fenrir," they said in unison.
Sighing, I nodded. I sucked at schooling my face. I shouldn’t have been surprised, I generally sucked at school in general. And all things school related. Except school shopping. That, I loved. New things made me smile.
"Yeah. He wants some cheekin, too."
"He hungers for things mortal," Rome said worriedly.
"And he wants me to find his body."
"You cannot!"
"No shit, Sherznola." I motioned for him to let me out of the booth. "I gotta pee."
Roki was quicker with the booty slide and held out his hand to help me. Unfortunately, I was wearing a skirt, and the sound my legs made being dragged across the plastic bench made everybody wince. "Uh… Ow!"
"I am sorry, Kaede-sama!"
I rubbed my ass as I stood, giving him a small pout. "You can kiss it better later."
"With pleasure," he answered and bowed.
"There better be!" I swatted him in the stomach as he stood up, satisfied with the little oomph he made.
Grabbing the handle of the bathroom door, I pulled it open and took one step closer to Hell. That wasn't a jab at the cleanliness of the restroom, either. I'd been there once and instantly recognized it by sight, smell, and that warm dry heat you just can't quite get anywhere else. Someone had turned the Colonel's lavatory into a portal to the underworld. "That's some shitty southern hospitality," I whispered and closed the door before I turned around and walked back to the table. "On second thought, I'll pee at the club
."
You will find my body…
Like hell, I will, I thought to myself, praying Fenrir couldn't hear me.
∞ ∞ ∞
"You have garnered more admirers, Kaede-sama."
I blinked up at Roki. He had barely whispered, but I'd heard him as clear as day, even over the throbbing club music. "What? Where?"
He began turning to the music, giving me the opportunity to face the direction he had been. "The two at the table, wearing similar clothing. They have been staring at you since we entered."
They looked a lot alike, but not identical. They might have been brothers, or cousins, or in the same fraternity, but they weren't twins. Thankfully. Dealing with one set was more than enough to handle. Especially with Rome. We'd gone clubbing and he was too proud to dance with me at the same time as Roki, so we'd been alternating all night. Just when things started getting fun with either of them, it was time to switch.
The two at the table both wore jeans and button-down shirts of differing colors, but oddly enough, they were still coordinated. One had a gray shirt with bluish hair in a short-cropped ponytail. The other had gray hair with a bluish shirt but was going for the messy bed-head look. They were both really fucking hot, but totally gay. They set off my gaydar as soon as my eyes settled on their chiseled good looks and matching ensembles. No wonder Roki had honed -in on them. "Think they're staring at you, buddy. You might be more their type."
"I thought so at first, too. But when I accidentally ran my hand over your buttocks, lifting your skirt, it was you they were staring at."
"Wait. You used me as bait?"
"I often use you to bate in some capacity," he said with his fox snicker.
Roki made a lewd joke. I was so fucking proud, I stood on my toes and kissed him in the middle of the dance floor.
"You are going to drive away your new suitors," he said in shock after I pulled away.
"Not interested. I have more than enough. Besides," I said, slapping him on the arm, "we're dating. You're supposed to get all jealous and shit, not show people my butt."
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