A Fox's Tail (American Kitsune Book 2)

by Brandon Varnell

  “Shut up, idiot! You didn't get hit! I did!”

  “… Oh. Right…”

  Lilian ignored the cries of surprise and pain and anger directed at her. It wasn't her fault these people couldn't move out of the way in time. She had more important things to worry about than their insignificant complaints.

  Yes, very important things, such as making sure that lolita-outfitted hussy knew that her mate was already taken.

  “You!” That was the first word Lilian chose as approached the goth girl. It was soon followed by, “You with the lolita dress! What are you doing here? Are you here to steal my mate?”

  Subtlety is a trait that all kitsune strive to embody.

  Lilian has clearly never taken a lesson in Kitsune Deception 101.

  The girl who suddenly found herself under Lilian's ire turned around. Ice-blue eyes blinked several times as the goth girl stared into Lilian's angry emerald irises.

  “Do I know you?” The girl asked in a voice that sounded partly annoyed and partly bored, as if speaking with Lilian was beneath her.

  Lilian twitched.

  “No, but that hardly matters.” Lilian made a dismissive gesture with her hand. She then returned her focus to the girl. “What is your relationship with my Beloved?”

  “Your… Beloved…?” More blinking occurred. The girl finally expressed something other than annoyance and boredom: confusion. After a short moment, however, the emotion passed and she scowled. “I don't know who you're talking about.”

  “You know very well who I am talking about.” Lilian pinioned the girl with a glare that could melt steel, if glares were actually capable of melting steel. “My Beloved is the one who got you that stuffed animal that you're holding. Now what is your relationship with my Beloved? How do you know him?”

  If this girl had any intention of stealing her mate, then Lilian was going to get revenge on this girl kitsune-style! Oh yes, this stupid, gothic hussy, who thought she looked so cute in her lolita clothes, would be getting pranked into oblivion! Lilian was going to humiliate this girl so much, she would be forced to leave the school in shame and never come back!

  Lilian could be very vindictive when it came to people trying to steal her mate, regardless of whether or not that was actually their intention. All that mattered was whether she perceived them as a threat.

  On a side note, the only reason Lindsay no longer suffered this form of treatment was because her mate would be mad if she did something to the soccer playing tomboy.

  This girl, however, was fair game.

  The girl blinked; the time it took for her mind to comprehend Lilian’s words… and then she began blushing. Unlike most people, who blushed red, this girl turned blue. The color spread across her cheeks like a bottle of spilled ink being absorbed by paper.

  And was it just Lilian, or had the temperature suddenly dropped?

  “W-w-wha—ah—what the h-hell are you talking about?!” The girl shrieked in mixed outrage and embarrassment. “I-I-I don't know that idiot!”

  “My Beloved is not an idiot!” Lilian glared heatedly at the girl. Who did this girl think she was, insulting her mate like that? “You take that back. My Beloved is very smart, and I won't have some loli wannabe insulting him!”

  “L-loli wannabe!” The girl's outraged cry was lost to the roar of the crowd. Lilian still heard her, though. “I don't want to hear something like that from someone who dresses like a slut! Especially not a fox-whore like you!”

  Lilian was incensed by the insult. She was not going to let herself be insulted by this stupid little girl!

  “How dare you! I'm not a whore! I'm still a virgin!”

  Several men of varying age, including one really disgusting old pervert missing a number of teeth, began drooling.

  A good deal of these men also ended up getting their faces bashed in by their significant others.

  “Like I care about that! Ooh! I’m still a virgin! That hardly matters where your kind is involved!”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?!”

  “It means that I'll call you whatever I damn well want!”

  “Oh yeah? Well the same to you, little girl! I just call 'em like I see 'em!”

  Lilian butted her head against the much smaller girl, who also pushed back. Sparks emitted from between their eyes. Each bared their teeth at the other, refusing to back down.

  This epic stare down would continue for well over an hour, as the two argued and insulted each other for the rest of the track meet. Things became so heated that Lilian even missed her mate winning the two-hundred meter dash, which resulted in even more arguing.

  Everyone in the stands did their best to avoid the duo, just in case their battle became physical.

  Except for the boys, and a few older men who were not with a significant other. They were hoping for a catfight.

  Those who were with their significant other tried to stick around as well, but were quickly beaten into submission by said significant other.

  As several girlish screams of pain emitted from the mass of perverted men young and old, Lilian continued arguing with the girl, completely oblivious to the world around her.

  ***

  It was much later in the afternoon. The sky had become painted with the colors of the sunset, the sun dipped below the horizon. The track meet had ended, the competition over, and Coach Deretaine had given them his “congratulatory” speech as opposed to his “you all suck” speech, which he would’ve given if they’d done poorly.

  Kevin was on cloud nine as he and the rest of the team prepared to leave. Nothing could spoil this night.

  “BELOVED!”

  Except for, perhaps, a certain, overly-enthusiastic fox-girl.

  “Lil―Oof!”

  That was the sound that comes from someone who’s just had the wind knocked out of them via a red-haired missile smashing into his chest.

  “Guh!”

  And that was the sound someone makes when their back hits the ground because he, in his surprise, was unable to keep from being bowled over by said red-haired missile.

  It didn't help that the ground was made of concrete.

  And while Kevin lay on his back, gasping for breath and trying to suck in oxygen that simply would not come, Lilian sat on top of him. Her lovely thighs straddled his waist, and her hands pressed down on his chest, fingers splayed and palms open so she could better grope her mate's muscles underneath his shirt.

  “You were amazing out there, Beloved!”

  The smile Lilian gave him would have been enough to melt any man, maybe even Kevin. Unfortunately, he was too busy trying to catch his breath after her surprise attack to notice it.

  “You looked so hot when you were racing. It was the sexiest thing I've ever seen; your hot body covered in sweat, gasping for breath as you pushed yourself to the breaking point, your clothes clinging to your skin.”

  While her index fingers idly traced circles on his chest, her face was set in an expression that could only be described as smoldering. Her eyes burned with passion, half-lidded and lustful. It was easy to see what was on her mind.

  “You don't know how hot and bothered I got watching you win the one-hundred meter dash. Oh, just thinking about it makes me want you to bend me over these bleachers, rip off my clothes, and forcefully take me until I'm a shivering mass of post-orgasmic bliss.”

  Lilian trailed her tongue suggestively across her lips—and also used it to lick off the drool that the thought of her mate claiming her caused. Several young men walking by had to grab their nose, lest they be thrown away via the nosebleed express.

  Lilian's breathing grew heavy.

  “When we get home, I'm going to… show you… how proud I am of you… ufufufu…”

  “Ooh! Damn that Kevin Swift! Damn him to hell! Why is it always him?!”

  Eric glared at Kevin with DOOM in his eyes. His clenched fists were drawn up to his face, trembling from the force caused by his undying, if somewhat comical, rage.

&
nbsp; He was also crying. Like, really crying. Large, waterfall-like streams of frustrated, angry tears poured out of his eyes and down his face like Niagara Falls. He also had snot dribbling out of his nose.

  “I'm a good guy! I'm attractive! I should be the one getting those ginormous bazungas shoved in my face! Swift can't even properly appreciate what's happening to him right now! Damn prude!”

  Eric continued to glare at Kevin, and then, as if triggering some kind of inherent defense mechanism, his mind replaced Kevin with an image of himself.

  “Hee-hee-hee… now that's what I'm talking about… uhuhuhu… come to papa… heeheehee…”

  Less than five seconds later Eric Corrompere was drooling like an imbecile.

  He was also making really creepy squeezing motions with his hands.

  And his nose was bleeding profusely.

  Many of the people there, including Eric's friends, moved several feet away from the lanky teenager, as his mind went to places that none of them had any intention of ever going to.

  “Idiot.”

  Chase rolled his eyes at the drooling, bleeding mass of flesh that had once been known as Eric. Still, he could kind of, sort of, understand the pervert’s reaction. Even he could not deny that he felt somewhat jealous of Kevin; he wished his own girlfriend was that supportive and enthusiastic about the activities that he felt passionate about.

  Though he could definitely do without the whole “bulldozing over onto hard concrete” thing that Lilian had going for her. That just looked painful.

  “… He… idiot…”

  Justin received nothing but odd looks from the people around him.

  “Uhuhuhu…”

  Eric continued giggling. His eyes were glazed over, and he was mumbling to himself. No one could hear what he was mumbling, mostly because it sounded like incoherent gibberish. They were all sure, however, that they didn't want to know anyway.

  “What do you think, brother?”

  “Hm. I feel both strangely envious and pitying at the same time. Having a girlfriend like Lilian seems nice at first, but it's actually beginning to look quite painful now. Still, the hotness factor somewhat negates her many undesirable traits.”

  “Agreed.”

  “Li…” Kevin wheezed. He still felt rather breathless. “Lilian.”

  “Yes, Beloved.” Lilian looked at her mate with warm eyes and a soft smile.

  “Can you… get off me?”

  “Eh?”

  Lilian almost pouted, but decided not to at the last minute in favor of giving him a coquettish, yet strangely innocent smile.

  “Now why would I do that?” She leaned down until their noses were touching. “I still have to give you your reward for doing such a great job.”

  Already having a good deal of experience with Lilian, Kevin knew very well what she considered a reward, which, more often than not, was more rewarding for her than him—or so he kept telling himself. Either way, he knew what was coming, and knew that whatever she planned on doing wouldn’t be appropriate, especially as they were still in public.

  He prepared to stop her.

  “Oi! What the hell do you think you're doing, you slut?! Get off him!”

  Someone beat him to it.

  Lilian's expression went from seductive and coy to annoyed and angry in a heartbeat. Her eyes narrowed and her brows lowered while her lips thinned into a tight line.

  She turned toward the source of her ire, the girl she had been arguing with for the past hour and a half.

  The pale-skinned female with blue lips and ice chips for eyes stood several feet away, hands on her hips and scowling.

  “You can't tell me what to do!” Despite saying this, Lilian did get off Kevin, if only to more easily glare into the raven-haired female’s eyes. “He's my mate! I can do whatever I want!”

  She paused.

  “And you have no right to call me that! You don't even know me!”

  “I can call you whatever I want! All I need to do is look at your outfit to see that you're a complete whore!” While Lilian let loose an almost feral snarl at this, the goth girl glared back. “You can't just decide who your mate is without their consent! And it seems to me that he doesn't like what you're doing to him!”

  Now that Lilian wasn't pinning him to the ground, Kevin gingerly climbed to his feet. He glanced over at the two females making a spectacle of themselves, vaguely wondering why the girl arguing with Lilian looked so familiar, but too grateful that she was distracting the redhead to really care.

  “Of course my mate likes what I do to him.” Lilian huffed, crossing her arms under her breasts, which did some very interesting things to them, as all of the men around could attest to. “He and I have already explored our undying passion for each other, and I've felt how much he likes what I do to him.”

  “W-w-w-WHAT?!” The girl gaped, her mouth and eyes both wide as she stared at the fox-girl in astonishment.

  Several seconds later she was glaring again, with even more vitriol than before.

  “I don't believe you! There's no way any of that can be true! And he can't be your mate!”

  “Of course he can!” Lilian returned the girl's look with one of her own. “Besides, why do you care? Weren't you just telling me that you don't even know him?”

  For some reason, this simple question caused the girl to become flustered.

  “T-t-that's,” she stuttered, “I-i-it's… i-it's none of your damn business! Whore! Slag!”

  Lilian stared at the girl for several seconds, before her face became sly. She chuckled, the low tone making the other girl shiver.

  “I get it,” Lilian said, smiling condescendingly. “You’re a tsundere.”

  “Tsundere?” The goth frowned. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

  “Hmph.” Lilian gave the girl a look of superiority. “If you don’t know what that means, I’m certainly not going to tell you.”

  “Fine!” The other girl bit out. “It doesn’t matter anyways. And it doesn’t change the fact that you shouldn’t force yourself on someone, though I suppose I shouldn’t expect anything less from someone like you.”

  “Shows how much you know. You clearly don’t understand the bond my Beloved and I share.”

  “What bond? I don't see any bond between you two—unless you count trying to rape him a bond.”

  “Hmph! That's just what I would expect from a little girl who doesn't understand matters of love.” The goth girl glared. Lilian challenged her with a smirk. “Why don't you just ask my Beloved, if you don’t believe me? I'm sure he would be more than happy to inform you about how madly in love we are.”

  “You know what? I think I will!” The pale-skinned girl turned to where Kevin was standing. “Hey, you! Are you and this fox-skank… mates… eh?” She trailed off, blinking several times in befuddlement. “Where did he go?”

  As the girl began scratching her head in confusion, Lilian also turned to see that her beloved was no longer there.

  Eric was still around, though. After returning from whatever licentious fantasy his mind had gone to, the teenage creature of lust and perversion had decided to stay.

  “Hey you!” Lilian pointed at the boy in question. Eric blinked, then pointed to himself with a dumb look etched upon his face.

  “Me?”

  “Yes, you. Where is my Beloved?”

  Realizing that the girl whose breasts had become his obsession was finally talking to him, Eric clenched his fists. This was his chance! He could finally convince his Tit Maiden to stop spending so much time with Kevin and spend it with him instead!

  “Why don't you two forget about him?” Eric spoke in what he thought was a smooth voice. “I can show you a much better time than that idiot.”

  In response, Eric received two equally powerful death glares from two equally irate females. The amount of killing intent unleashed would have made even the Shinigami run away screaming like a little girl. Eric nearly wet himself.

  “If you e
ver speak about my Beloved like that again, I will knock you out and tie you to the table of a gay bar, naked.”

  While getting knocked out, stripped and tied to a table by this girl definitely appealed to Eric's inner masochist, waking up in a gay bar did not.

  He paled under the threat and combined weight of their glares.

  “Now where is my Beloved?”

  “He went that way!” Eric squeaked. The two girls didn't even spare the boy a second glance. They took off in a burst of impressive speed, heading in the direction he had pointed to.

  The perverted sophomore watched the pair go—or more like he watched the large cloud of dust they left in their wake. When even the dust cloud was no longer visible, he slumped to his knees, panting as all of the adrenaline left bloodstream.

  “Ha…”

  Dear god that was scary. He hadn't realized that girls could be so frightening.

  “Wait.” Eric paused. “Did they both just ignore me in favor of Kevin?”

  Upon realizing that, yes, he’d been ignored in favor of Kevin… again, Eric raised his fists to the heavens, shaking them menacingly.

  “DAMN YOU, KEVIN SWIFT!”

  ***

  “This is all your fault!”

  “My fault?! How is this my fault?!”

  Lilian and the goth girl raced toward the gymnasium side by side—or cheek by cheek, as their faces were smashing against each other while they ran. A cloud of dust kicked up behind them. Several people coughed as they were engulfed when the two rushed past.

  “If you hadn't interrupted us, my Beloved wouldn't have left me like that!”

  “Ha! If I hadn't interrupted you, then you probably would have raped him!”

  “It wouldn't be rape!”

  They rushed inside of the gymnasium, a large square building consisting of more than just a gym. Consequently, this was the most likely place where they would find Kevin.

  “How could it not be rape? When you have a willing and unwilling person participating in sexually explicit acts, it's considered rape!”

  “My Beloved would gladly ravish me silly! And why do you care? You already said that you don't even know him!”

  “T-t-that's none of your business! Wench! Skank! Whore!”