A Fox's Alliance (American Kitsune Book 10)

by Brandon Varnell

  Of course, he could use math for matters other than calculating the best angles to get an upskirt shot.

  I should have enough food in the fridge for both of us, though my parents are gonna have to go shopping after this, especially given how hungry she must be.

  The poor thing must have not eaten for a while. That would explain why he’d found her collapsed on the side of the road. She’d passed out from hunger.

  “Okay! It looks like I’m cooking for two!”

  Eric wasn’t a very good cook—certainly, he lacked the enviable talents of Lord Kevin and the Tit Monster, who he’d had the pleasure of seeing cook together on occasion. However, that did not mean he couldn’t cook. While not a gourmet chef of the highest caliber, he made a pretty mean grilled cheese sandwich.

  It also happened to be the only thing he could make.

  Five minutes later, Eric wandered back into his bedroom, a plate in each hand. As he walked closer to the bed, the girl lying in it began sniffing the air. Her head turned toward him, her nose wiggling cutely as she inhaled the cheesy scent of a grilled cheese sandwich.

  “Smells… so good…”

  Her eyes opened, bright iridescent orbs of amethyst. They looked… odd, for lack of a better word. No pupil existed within her eyes, just a uniform shade of purple. Eric thought they looked exotic. She looked around, her pupils shifting everywhere, taking in the sight of his room before landing on him.

  Eric thought he saw recognition flash in her eyes, but it must have been a trick of the light. He’d never met this chick before.

  “You… you are…?”

  “Eric.”

  “Eric,” she tested the word.

  “So, um, here you go. I made you something to eat.” Eric set a plate of grilled cheese on the nightstand next to his bed. It was a rather interesting nightstand. It didn’t look like a stand at all, in fact, and more closely resembled the lower half of a woman. The first drawer opened just above her crotch. Meanwhile, the second one was stuck between her thighs.

  GRRRROOOOAAARRRRR!

  Eric felt a massive drop of sweat coalesce on his forehead when, just like before, the girl’s stomach growled like a vicious beast. He warily eyed the window near the bed as it rattled. How ominous. He looked back at the young girl—only for more sweat to roll down his forehead when he saw that she’d already finished her sandwich. The sweat dropping became even more prominent when he realized that she’d not only finished her sandwich, but was now eating his! What the hell?!

  “Oi, oi, oi! What do you think you’re doing?!”

  The girl polished off his sandwich. Eric growled and was just about to lay into her when she stuck her index finger into her mouth and sucked it clean. He stopped, then, his mind temporarily deserting him as the girl proceeded to erotically suck on her finger. Her tongue darted around the finger, coating it in saliva. Eric’s mouth went dry. He licked his lips, but his tongue also seemed quite dry.

  That… is so hot…

  After she finished licking her fingers, the girl looked back at him. Her imploring gaze made him nearly cream his pants.

  “Can I have some more, please?”

  “Uh, um, sure.”

  Eric scurried out of the room and into their tiny kitchenette. It was a little troublesome having such a small kitchenette after living in a large house, but he made do. Making grilled cheese sandwiches wasn’t that hard anyway. While he was making several sandwiches for the girl, because one more clearly wouldn’t be enough, Eric thought.

  This… this is just like those situations in my eroge!

  Being the aficionado of all things perverted, Eric had played many an eroge—perverted simulations games from Japan, in which your job is to hook up your main character with various women. One could even go so far as to say that he was an expert in eroge. His ero-levels were definitely well over 9,000. His knowledge was vast, which was how he recognized the situation he was in.

  Could this be it? Is this the moment where I take on the role as the main character? Certainly, I must have already raised at least one of this girl’s flags?

  Eroge were interesting games. The first ones were created in the early 1980s. The goal of all eroge is to raise your stock among certain female characters within a game, which is called “raising a flag.”

  There is no set definition for the gameplay of eroge, except that they all include explicit sexual content. This most often occurs as hentai scenes of the player character having a sexual encounter with other characters. Usually the sexual content is presented as a reward for the player's successful fulfillment of certain tasks. Like other pornographic media in Japan, erotic scenes censor the naughty bits, unless the game is licensed and released outside of Japan. Additionally, some games may receive an "all-ages" version, such as a port to consoles or handheld devices where pornography isn't allowed, which remove the sex scenes entirely.

  Eric gulped as he strode through the hall toward his bedroom, carrying a plate with five grilled cheese sandwiches on it.

  Okay, Eric, just calm down. This is your chance! Don’t screw this up. You can do it!

  Centering himself, Eric walked into his bedroom. The girl was still sitting on his bed, leaning against the headrest. Her eyes lit up when he placed the plate on her lap. She quickly picked up all five sandwiches, opened her mouth wide, and then scarfed all of them down in a single bite.

  “You… really eat a lot, don’t you?” Eric asked.

  “I haven’t eaten in several days,” the girl informed him, smiling. Eric thought he’d melt into a pile of goo. “Thank you for feeding me. You really saved my life.”

  “Saved your life?” Eric blinked, then grinned. “Well, of course I did! And as your savior, you must do everything that I tell you to.”

  “Of course.” The girl nodded as if his demand was perfectly reasonable. “What would you like me to do for you? I will do anything you ask.”

  “A-anything?”

  “Yes.” she smiled. “You saved my life, which means that my life essentially belongs to you.”

  Eric’s eyes glazed over. His mind became locked within a fantasy, which was so far beyond X-rated that even his master would have blushed. He imagined all of the things he could ask this girl to do: Dress up as a cat-girl maid and serve him, dress up as a dog-girl and wear a collar. There were so many things that he wanted to do to her. However, one thing stood above them all.

  “Kekekeke, in that case, I’d like you to take them off!”

  The girl blinked. “Take… them off?”

  “Yes, take them all off.”

  “Do you mean… you want me to take off my clothes?” Eric nodded. The girl blushed. “I see… you’re asking me to pay you with my body, aren’t you? This is the part where I get naked and you violate my every orifice, right?” Eric nodded some more. The girl squirmed. “W-well, okay. If that’s what you want, then I guess there’s no choice.”

  Her dainty feet made indents as she stood on the bed.

  “By the way,” she said, biting her lip in a way that made Eric almost gush blood. “My name is Julius Beta. I just thought you should know, since… you know. A-anyway, here I go.”

  Eric’s heart hammered in his chest as the girl, blushing in a most adorable manner, unbuttoned her baggy pants and let them fall down her legs. Eric grinned like a lecherous fiend as he realized that the girl wasn’t wearing any underwear… until he noticed something that caused him to pause.

  There was something dangling between the girl’s legs.

  For one single, solitary second, which felt more like hours to him, Eric stared at the large thing dangling between the girl’s legs. His brain felt like it was being fried. Electric shocks jolted him in a manner that was most horrible. The second took an eternity to pass, but when it did, Eric did the only thing he could think of.

  “OH, MY GOD! MY EYES! THEY BURN!”

  He fell to the floor and rolled around, holding his hands to his eyes, as if trying to gouge them out.

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nbsp; On that day, Eric learned to never judge a person by how pretty they were.

  You never know when one of them might be a trap.

  CHAPTER 7

  BATTER UP

  A delightful scent invaded Kuroneko’s nose that Sunday morning, waking her from a very pleasant slumber.

  Moaning, she climbed out of her bed and languidly stretched, her motions reminiscent of a feline waking up from a catnap. She was naked. As a yōkai, being naked felt more natural to her.

  Putting on a robe that she only loosely tied around the waist to keep it closed, she wandered down the stairs and into the kitchen. She really wanted to know who was responsible for cooking something that smelled so delectable.

  “The first crepe is coming up, Beloved.”

  “Nice. I just finished slicing up these fruits, so I’m all ready.”

  Kevin and Lilian stood in the kitchen, working side by side. Lilian was in front of the stove, while Kevin had a cutting board in front of him and a knife in his hand. Several bananas and strawberries had been sliced up. They lay off to the side on a separate plate as Kevin grabbed another piece of fruit and began cutting.

  Kuroneko leaned against the doorway, arms crossing under her bust, watching the pair work.

  “Did you get a head count of how many people we’re cooking for?” Lilian asked.

  “Not including you, myself, and Iris, we’re cooking for fifteen people.”

  “Think we should make more batter?”

  “Eh, let’s see how much we can make with what we’ve got first.”

  Lilian nodded and, one hand gripping a pan while the other held a spatula, flipped the crepe out of the pan and onto a plate next to Kevin, who then took it and placed it on the cutting board. He smeared a line of cream cheese down the middle, grabbed several strawberry and banana slices, placed them inside, then rolled it up and set it on a tray.

  They continued like this for several minutes. Kuroneko listened to them make idle conversation.

  “I’m telling you, if you want good anime, then K-Project is the way to go.”

  “Hmph. You’ve clearly forgotten what good anime is. I’ll admit, K-Project is enjoyable, but it can’t beat the classics like Rurouni Kenshin and Yu Yu Hakusho, or One Piece.”

  “Again with One Piece. You have a really bad Luffy obsession, you know that?”

  “That’s just because I understand his greatness.”

  “I think the only reason you like him is because you can rip-off his technique name for your own moves.”

  “T-that’s not true!”

  Kevin turned his head to stare at Lilian who, after maintaining eye contact for less than a second, looked away.

  “W-whatever. I still think he’s awesome.”

  “Ha… to each their own.”

  What an intriguing pair.

  “Good morning, you two,” Kuroneko announced herself. Kevin and Lilian both turned to face her. She felt fascinated when, rather than stare at her chest, which practically spilled from her robe, Kevin simply greeted her with a smile.

  “Good morning. Breakfast will be ready in just a bit,” he said.

  “Why don’t you go sit down while we finish baking these crepes?” Lilian added.

  “Very well. I look forward to seeing how your breakfast holds up to my staff’s cooking.”

  Leaving the kitchen, Kuroneko strolled over to a table and sat down, leaning back in a posture that many would call lazy. She spread out her legs and stretched like a cat. Arms raised over her head, toes twitching, she moaned as her muscles loosened before relaxing.

  Her split tail curling around her left leg, cat ears twitching as she listened to the couple in the kitchen banter back and forth, Kuroneko smiled.

  I think I understand why Daven speaks so highly of him. What an interesting boy this Kevin Swift is turning out to be.

  ***

  Lindsay woke up to discover that she was lying on a bed. Her bed. A familiar ceiling greeted her as she opened her eyes. The softness of her bed comforted her, even as confusion set in.

  How did I get here? The last thing I remember was…

  “Good morning,” a feminine voice greeted her.

  Lindsay froze. Slowly, as if her neck was rusted and in need of a good oiling, she turned her head.

  Bright green eyes greeted her, and a familiar smile curved a pair of delightful Cupid’s bow lips. Several stands of red hair trailed over a face that appeared crafted by the hands of angels. A small nose, lush lips, and rosy cheeks caused her throat to go dry. Looking further down, Lindsay saw that the woman was still naked.

  “KYAAAA!!!”

  “Hawa!”

  Lindsay tried to get out of bed, but she instead became tangled in the bed sheets and fell out. The dull thump of her head smacking against the carpet rang in her ears, and a sharp pain wracked her skull, though it quickly turned into a dull throb.

  “Ow…”

  “Are you okay, Lindsay?”

  “Yeah, I’m f-f-fine—what are you doing in my bedroom?!”

  “Not so loud,” the woman said, rubbing her long fox-like ears as if Lindsay’s screaming caused them pain. “Do you want to wake up your parents?” she asked, then paused as a thought seemingly occurred to her. “Oh, wait, I put them into an enchanted sleep. Never mind.”

  “You what?!”

  “Don’t worry. Don’t worry,” the woman reassured her. “They’ll wake up when I lift my technique, but I didn’t want them asking questions that I can’t answer.”

  “And that makes it okay?!”

  “Eek! Hawa…”

  For reasons Lindsay couldn’t understand, she felt like smacking herself in the face.

  “Look… just, who the heck are you anyway?”

  The question seemed to take the sails right out of the woman, whose posture slumped. Even her foxy ears drooped as if reflecting their master’s feelings. Lindsay almost felt bad—until she remembered that this woman had apparently enchanted her parents to sleep.

  “You mean you don’t know me?”

  Upon hearing the words, Lindsay scrutinized the woman further, gazing into her familiar green eyes, admiring the familiar lustrous red hair. Looking at the woman more closely, she really did look like someone she ought to know. Actually, she looked a lot like Lindsay imagined Lilian would when she grew older…

  … No. No way.

  “Lilian?”

  Lilian’s eyes brightened to the brilliance of million-watt bulbs.

  “You do remember me!”

  “Ack! Wait! Stop hugging me!”

  “Ufufufu, I’m so glad you remember me! This is great!”

  “D-dang it! I said let go!”

  ***

  Breakfast was very awkward that morning.

  After his parents came home and found him lying on the couch, unresponsive to outside stimulus, they had been introduced to Julius. At first, his parents were overjoyed. Well, his mother was overjoyed. His dad had to be knocked out when he tore all of his clothes off and tried to pounce on Julius. Eric thought his old man was lucky in that regard, especially when they learned the truth.

  Julius was a boy.

  Eric squirmed in his seat as he slowly munched on some bread. Sitting beside him, cheerfully humming a gentle tune that would have been soothing if the person doing the humming hadn’t been male, was Julius. The bishounen pretty boy sat on a chair, his legs swinging back and forth as he was too short to reach the ground. He occasionally took a bite out of his food, but otherwise, he just kept humming.

  “Ahem.” His mom coughed into her hand several times. “Listen, Eric, I—I mean, we, that is… I just want you to know that… that no matter what path in life you choose, or who you choose for a partner, your parents will support you.”

  “Speak for yourself,” his old man mumbled, right before his mom stepped on his foot. “YEOWCH! What did you do that for?!”

  “There’s nothing going on between us!” Eric tried to defend himself. “Nothing! I like girls!
Girls!”

  “You do?” Julius looked positively downtrodden. “B-but what about yesterday? I-is what we did together meaningless?”

  “What about yesterday?!” Eric growled. “We didn’t do anything!”

  Julius looked about ready to cry. “B-but you saw my… ah!” A cute pink blush spread over his face. “You saw my… thing…”

  “Eric!” His mom looked positively scandalized. His father just blacked out, the chair tipping over as his old man fell to the ground, gurgling and frothing at the mouth.

  “It’s not what you think!” Eric shouted. “I thought he was a girl!”

  “So you didn’t like seeing me like that?” Tears stung Julius’s eyes.

  “Eric!” Now his mom looked furious. “You are being rude! Stop acting like a spoiled brat!”

  “B-but I—”

  “No buts!” his mom said sternly. “Now apologize! Apologize right this instant, young man, or so help me, I will tie you to a bed and—”

  “No! Not that! Please, anything but that!”

  His mom’s stern gaze was unwavering. She really would follow up on her threat, he knew, which meant there was only one way to solve this. His shoulders slumped.

  “I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

  “What was that?” his mother asked. “I couldn’t hear you.”

  “I said I’m sorry!”

  “For?”

  Eric averted his eyes. “For… for the things I said… and stuff.”

  “I’m not the one you should be saying that to.”

  “U-ugh…”

  Eric turned, slowly, as if his joints had rusted over. He faced Julius, who still looked close to breaking down into tears. That face made him feel weird. It looked like a girl was about to cry, which might have actually been arousing and fueled his protective male instincts, but this person who looked like a really pretty girl was actually a boy. How was he supposed to feel about that?

  “Un, look, I-I’m sorry for… what I said.” The words tasted like poison on his tongue. “I didn’t mean them, so…”

  Julius’s gaze went from depressed to hopeful. “You mean that?”