A Fox's Family (American Kitsune Book 4)

by Brandon Varnell

  Lilian didn’t appear to have heard her. She continued holding Kevin’s head to her bosom, heedless of the fact that her mate was slowly losing his tenuous grip on consciousness.

  “Death by symmetrical docking… he can’t complain.” Iris cracked her knuckles. “And if he does, I’ll kill him.”

  “Oh, my.”

  “Hawa?”

  ***

  After solving the first part of their multi-layered dilemma, Kevin had to solve the second part: getting to school.

  Kevin rode his bike to school--a bike only meant for one person. Somehow, he managed to fit Lilian on without too much trouble. Large breasts aside, his mate was actually quite thin. However, now there were three people going to school, and his bike could not carry three people—at least not safely.

  They had to take the bus.

  Kevin hated riding the bus. Back when he was in middle school, he remembered riding the bus. It was hot and loud and frenetic, with children running around and the bus driver yelling at them for doing so. People threw stuff all over the place, from pencils and erasers to gum and food. Unpleasant really did nothing to describe how horrible riding the bus truly was.

  Kevin, Lilian and Iris sat on one of several benches. Because the bench was so small, his girlfriend sat in his lap. He didn’t mind this, or he wouldn’t have normally, except that the number of stares he received that day was disconcerting. It felt like there were nearly twice as many eyes on him than normal.

  Kevin did his best to ignore the looks that ranged from downright murderous to “I’m gonna fucking kill you!” as the bus drove down the street.

  He could not ignore the whispers, however, and there were many of them.

  “Hey! Pst! Isn’t that Kevin?”

  “Yeah, I think it is. Certainly looks like him. Wonder what he’s doing on the bus? Doesn’t he ride a bike or something?”

  Kevin wondered how these people knew so much about them, when he was positive that he’d never spoken with any of them before.

  “Who the hell cares about that? Look at who he’s with! Lilian and some other hot chick! Look at her! Shit, I wish I could get a piece of that!”

  “Damn, that girl is fine.”

  “I’d tap that in a second.”

  “Do you think she’s a virgin?”

  “Are you freaking kidding me? You think a girl that hot is a virgin? Keep dreaming.”

  “I wonder, what’s her relationship to Kevin and Lilian?”

  “I wonder where she came from.”

  “I wonder where Kevin’s getting all these girls from. What, does he make them fall from the sky or something?”

  “I just wanna kill him. It’s not fair that he’s hogging all the babes for himself. Damn, greedy son-of-a-bitch!”

  “Something wrong, Kevin?” Lilian asked as Kevin buried his face in her hair.

  “Nothing. It’s nothing.”

  “Hmm…”

  While the bus shook and jostled as it drove along the bumpy road, Kevin felt something come over him. He felt cold, chilled, like someone had shoved him into a freezer. A shiver ran down his spine.

  He looked around and his gaze landed on Iris. She was staring out the window, her left leg crossed over her right, with her left elbow resting against her thigh, and her chin sat on the butt of her hand. She seemed bored.

  Silently, he went back to staring at the red hair of Lilian, who was enjoying her time on his lap.

  Had he looked back at Iris again, he would have noticed her attempting to bore a hole through his head with her gaze.

  ***

  When they exited the bus, Kevin led Lilian and Iris to the principal’s office.

  “Lilian already knows this, but I feel I should warn you; be careful around the principal.”

  “Oh?” Iris raised an eyebrow. “And why is that?”

  Kevin just shook his head. “You’ll see.”

  They arrived at the main office building and, upon speaking with the PA, were allowed to enter the principal’s office and talk to the man up top.

  Principal Corrompere was Eric’s old man, which explained a lot, like why Eric was such a perverted lech, as well as why he hadn’t been expelled for doing things that should have put him in prison.

  Principal Corrompere looked like an older, fatter, more lecherous version of his son. While it seemed impossible for someone to look pervier than someone else, it wasn’t. Anyone could tell from looking at the principal’s drooling face and lustful eyes that this was a man whose perversity knew no bounds. His image wasn’t helped by the porn magazine in his hands.

  The lecherous old man giggles he periodically released didn’t help anyone’s perception of him either.

  “Principal,” the PA ignored the porn mag in her boss’s hands, “you have a couple of students who would like to speak with you.”

  “Oh?”

  Principal Corrompere looked up…

  … And froze when his eyes locked onto two girls who created a sweet and sexy dichotomy that he’d never imagined possible in real life.

  His face flushed. His breathing became heavy. Steam shot from his nostrils like erupting geysers. His irises, once a dark brown bordering on black, suddenly transformed into large pink hearts.

  Without warning, he shot to his feet and ripped off his shirt, revealing a chest that made Chewbacca look like he shaved daily. The fat perv jumped onto the table and then leapt off to pounce on the two girls.

  “Where have you two been all my life?!”

  Lilian and Iris, upon seeing the danger presented to them, swiftly stepped out of the way.

  Kevin wasn’t so lucky.

  “Come to papa!”

  “NNNOOOO!!”

  ***

  “I can’t believe you!” Kevin did not look pleased as he, Lilian and Iris walked to class. It looked like someone had set a nuke off on his face. “That idiot jumped on top of me, and you did nothing!”

  “I said I was sorry,” Lilian mumbled sullenly, poking her index fingers together.

  “Sorry doesn’t cut it,” Kevin snapped. “That man tried to kiss me! And he drooled all over my face. Do you know how disgusting that is? It took me fifteen minutes to wash the drool off in the bathroom.”

  Iris’ chuckle was cut off by Kevin’s venomous glare. She held up her hands, and though her expression was bland, her eyes twinkled merrily. “Hey, don’t look at me. I’m not your mate.”

  “I fail to see how that matters. You were every bit as complacent as she was. I wouldn’t be surprised if you had a hand in what happened.”

  “Now that’s just rude.” Iris decided not to tell Kevin that the reason for the fat principal’s behavior was, partly at least, due to her Call of Ecstasy. She didn’t use it often, mostly because she could easily seduce whoever she wanted without it. However, the opportunity for a prank had been too strong to ignore.

  Lilian looked at him, her lips trembling. “I would have done something, Beloved, but that man scared me. I was so frightened. I thought he might do something pervy to me if I so much as moved.”

  Kevin crossed his arms. “That look’s not gonna work on me.”

  Lilian’s eyes grew wide and dewy.

  Kevin’s stern expression wavered for a second before he put his mask back in place. “Still not gonna work.”

  “Muu, Kevin.” Lilian clasped her hands in front of her, the act causing her breasts to push themselves together. “Please forgive me? Pretty please?” She tilted her head for maximum adorableness.

  Kevin’s defenses crumbled.

  “Ugh, uh, auu…” His shoulders slumped. “All right, fine. I forgive you.”

  “Yay!” Lilian threw a fist in the air.

  Iris shook her head. “You’re a pushover, you know that, kiddo?”

  “… Shut up.”

  ***

  Arriving at the door to Ms. Vis’ class, Kevin knocked exactly three times.

  The door opened and Ms. Vis glared at him, as if he had just interrupted the most
important moment of her life.

  “Mr. Swift.” She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose with her middle and index finger.

  “You shouldn’t do that.”

  Ms. Vis looked startled. “Pardon?”

  “That,” Kevin indicated how she’d been pushing her glasses up her nose. “You shouldn’t do that.”

  Ms. Vis huffed irritably. “And why not?”

  “Because you’re not a Badass Bookworm like Gendo Ikari.”

  “Heh-heh. Nice one, Beloved.”

  Lilian and Kevin shared a grin and a high five. Ms. Vis stared at him for a few seconds longer, then promptly ignored him and switched her glare to Lilian.

  “Ms. Pnevma…”

  “Good morning!”

  Ms. Vis twitched, her neck muscles spasming as if she was trying to resist the demonic urge to strangle the Celestial Kitsune. Apparently deciding to pretend that Lilian didn’t exist, her eyes landed on Iris. “And who might you be?”

  Iris smirked. “I’m your new student, teach.” She presented the teacher with her transcript and acceptance letter. Ms. Vis snatched the paper from Iris’ hands and read it, her ghostly white face becoming increasingly red.

  “I see.” Ms. Vis glared at the vixen. “Everything appears to be in order, so all I can do is give you a warning. Do not follow your sister’s example and do something that would interrupt the learning process of my class, or I will kick you out faster than you can say mathematics.”

  “Right. I got it. No worries, teach. I’ll be on my best behavior.”

  Ms. Vis huffed and whirled around, walking back into the room. As he, Lilian, and Iris followed her, Kevin saw the raven-haired succubus’ grin and had a startling premonition.

  I get the feeling that something extremely erotic is about to happen.

  Very genre savvy, this Kevin Swift.

  ***

  “Settle down, class!” Ms. Vis shouted as Kevin and Lilian took their seats. “I know this might come as something of a surprise, but it appears we have a new student. I would like everyone to welcome Ms. Iris Pnevma, who is here to further her education.”

  Iris strolled forward with a predator’s grace until she stood in front of Ms. Vis, ignoring the indignant squawk from said teacher. She bent over and put her right hand on her knee. Her shirt, an arched black crop top that revealed most of her stomach and a more than healthy portion of her cleavage, caused her breasts to practically spill out. She then placed the index and middle finger of her left hand against her lush crimson lips, blew everyone a kiss and winked.

  “Hi there! I came here from Florida to spend time with my sister, so I don’t know this state very well. I hope I can count on all of you to take good care of me.”

  The reaction was instantaneous. Every male student minus Kevin was jettisoned out of their seats, launched across the room, where they smacked against the back wall as geysers of blood blew out of their noses like a broken fire hydrants.

  Kevin clamped a hand over his nose, covering up the suspicious red liquid that leaked between his fingers.

  After discreetly wiping her nose, Lindsay leaned over to whisper in Lilian’s ear. “That’s your sister?”

  “Yep.”

  “Damn… she could make straight women gay.”

  Lilian looked at her friend, raising an inquiring eyebrow. “That was some very suspicious wording there. Is there something you’d like to tell me?”

  “N-no.” Lindsay’s cheeks flushed. “Nothing.”

  “Hehehe…” Iris chuckled as she sauntered over to an empty seat next to Lilian. “Damn, I’m good.”

  While all this was going on, Ms. Vis looked at her class, her eyes twitching and her face quickly turning a bright shade of steaming red.

  “Detention! Detention immediately after school! You’re all getting DETENTION!”

  ***

  Eric and Heather stood just outside of a vent leading to the girl’s locker room.

  No one else was present, which was good, because they could get into some serious trouble if other people learned of the operation that was about to commence.

  Eric stood at attention, his back straight, hands at his sides. He looked like a soldier standing before his commanding officer.

  “All right, my young apprentice, are you ready for your next lesson?”

  “I’m ready, Master!”

  “Very well.” Arms crossed under her chest, Heather stared at her apprentice with all the seriousness of Jabidaya getting ready to face against Lord Pain in the ultimate peep off. “Stealth is the most important aspect for any peeper. After all, you can’t peep if the girls you’re trying to peep on can hear you. Do you understand?”

  Eric finished writing her words on the notepad he had brought with him for just this occasion. He straightened his back and snapped off a salute. “Yes, Master.”

  “Good.” Heather pulled off the grate blocking the vent. “Now, while a lot of people think hiding in a locker is the best place for a peeper to hide because of the up-close and personal view, it’s actually the worst. You see, a locker is very conspicuous. It’s the first place a girl will look when trying to sniff out a peeping Tom. The vents are much better. Not only do they offer you an aerial view to survey the entire locker room, but you’ll also be able to see down their shirts.”

  Eric cried manly tears as he listened to his master. Truly, this woman was a peeper of unparalleled talent!

  Heather looked at Eric and gestured to him. “Now then, climb through here, my young apprentice. Climb and discover paradise!”

  With tears in his eyes, Eric saluted again. “Yes, Master! Thank you, Master!”

  Heather’s smile was benevolent. “You are very welcome, my young apprentice.”

  Eric disappeared into the vent. Heather stood outside, arms crossed under her chest, listening. One second turned into five and five turned into ten. After thirty seconds, she heard it.

  “Come to papa, you magnificent mammaries!”

  “AAHH! IT’S A PEEPING TOM!”

  “KILL THE PEEPER!”

  “Eh?! No, wait! I didn’t mean to come here! I was supposed to peep on you through the vents!”

  “Like that’s any better! Die peeping Tom!”

  “OH, MY GOD! OH, GOD PLEASE! NO! IT HURTS! MOMMY! HELP! OH, THE PAIN! THE PAIN, IT’S―OH, PLEASE GOD I’M SORRY! SOMEONE! ANYONE! HELP!”

  From that moment on, all words faded away into a threnody of hoarser and hoarser screams. When Eric’s screaming started to fade, Heather started picking up other noises accompanying the screams. The sounds of flesh beating flesh, metal beating flesh, wood beating flesh. She even heard crunching sounds that reminded her someone crushing peanut brittle under their feet, as well as loud banging reminiscent of someone’s face being smashed against a metal surface.

  Several seconds later, the freshman girls in PE walked out of the room, their faces etched and twisted into a facsimile of disgust.

  “Can you believe that guy? Did he really think he could peep on us?”

  “I know, right? Doesn’t he know we were all warned about him by the older girls?”

  “Of course he does. He’s probably a masochist. I bet he was getting his rocks off while we beat the crap out of him.”

  “Ewwww! Jess… no, just no. Don’t even go there. God, that’s so gross…”

  The girls’ voices vanished as they entered the gym. Heather chose that moment to walk into the locker room, where she found Eric exactly how she expected to find him: beaten, battered, bruised, missing several teeth, and with his face so swollen it could have passed for a hot air balloon.

  She marched up to the lump of barely conscious meat once known as Eric and gave him a disappointed look.

  “You just had to jump out of the vents, didn’t you? Remember what I told you? Stealth is a peeping Tom’s best friend.”

  Eric just groaned.

  ***

  The entire first half of school went the same way as their first class. Everywhere t
hey went, their group—which now included Lindsay—was subject to the gawking of idiots who would either drool, nosebleed, or both.

  Kevin couldn’t blame them. He wanted to, but really, given the circumstances, it would have been hypocritical to accuse them of being a bunch of morons who thought with their dicks instead of their brains.

  There was a lot of pretty in his group. No doubt about it. There was the cute tomboy, the porcelain-skinned doll in classic lolita dress, the vivacious redhead with an enchanting smile, and the seductive vixen who defined sex appeal. Really, it was only natural that the teenage males walking past their table gawked, suffered nosebleeds, or did both.

  Matters only became worse when they were joined by the rest of their friends for lunch.

  “We are not worthy! We are not worthy!”

  Kevin’s right eye twitched. “Would you two get up already. God, you two are so embarrassing right now! You’re almost as bad as Eric!”

  “We cannot do as you command, Master.” Alex, along with his brother, were sitting dogeza, a Japanese bow where one prostrated themselves on the ground before those above their station. “We’re unworthy of even looking at your divine presence.”

  “What he said,” Andrew added.

  Kevin pressed both of his hands against his face and groaned. What had he done to deserve this?

  “They’ve got a point, you know,” Iris chuckled when Kevin gave her a flat stare. “Don’t give me that look. You know I’m right. You just need to think about this from their perspective.”

  “Is that so? And what, pray tell, is their perspective?”

  “The perspective is that they think you,” she pointed to him, “are currently in the process of creating standard harem dynamics.”

  “Haa….?”

  “You’re going the H-route.”

  “He’s getting a harem!”

  “I can’t believe it!”

  “Would you two shut up already?!”

  “… Foxy…”

  Kevin gave Justin an odd look. His friend was seriously starting to scare him.

  “You’re disgusting.” Christine wrinkled her nose.

  Kevin could have sworn that something sharp and pointy had just stabbed him through the chest. “Don’t tell me you’re taking their side, Christine? I need your support here.”