“Camella
thinks Kirikiri would look really good in a costume like that.”
The
enthusiasm being displayed by her mistress proved to be too much for
her. With a gentle smile she asked, “Would you like me to try
it on?”
“Um!”
Camellia nodded joyfully.
Heaving
a resigned sigh, Kirihime took the costume and entered one of the
changing stalls. Once there, she stripped out of her clothes.
With
prodigious use of the single tail she let slither out from underneath
her outfit, she undid the zipper in the back. The dress fell away,
revealing her voluptuous body. While not quite as curvy as her
sister, Kirihime was still quite proud of her 97 centimeters of bust.
The
changing room, while small, had a mirror that allowed Kirihime to see
her reflection. Looking over her body, she absently hefted her chest,
covered by a black lace bra.
“They
feel heavier for some reason,” she murmured to herself. “Odd,
they shouldn’t be growing. I’m not in mating season.”
Kitsune
ceased to grow after gaining their third tail. They stopped aging and
their bodies stopped changing. That was because the third tail was
when kitsune reached the peak of their physical and mental
development, when they went from being adolescent kitsune to adults.
There
was only one exception to this rule.
Mating
season.
Because
kitsune were, at their base, foxes, they had a mating season in which
they would go into heat and seek out a mate. All animals had the
instinctual desire to procreate, and kitsune were no different.
During the time they went into heat, a kitsune’s breasts grew
as a result. This was done in an effort to attract a potential mate.
After all, few men could resist the call of big breasts.
“Oh,
dear. I hope I’m not gaining weight.”
Kirihime
looked herself over some more to see if she might be packing a few
extra pounds somewhere. Kirihime trained and hunted often enough that
she shouldn’t have had this problem. However, she hadn’t
been able to do a lot of hunting since coming to Arizona.
“It
doesn’t look like I’ve gained any weight.” Worrying
her lower lip she turned around and looked at her backside. It didn’t
appear to have changed any. It remained just as tight and firm as
always, so then, what was the… problem…?”
“Huuu…”
…?
“He
he he…”
Kirihime
cocked her head. What was that noise?
“Oh
yeah… the stuff…”
There
it was again! Where was that coming from?
“You…
apprentice?… told…. kinky…”
Kirihime’s
ears twitched. She looked around the room, trying to ascertain where
those voices were coming from. They were close, but sounded muffled,
as if there was a layer of thick cloth, or perhaps a wall, separating
them.
“Do…
take…”
“… More…
quiet… hear you…”
Narrowing
her eyes, Kirihime looked up and saw a grate--a grate with two pairs
of eyes peering out from behind it.
“Crap!
She saw us! Retreat! Retreat!”
“Oh,
no you don’t!”
All
three of her tails suddenly appeared as Kirihime dropped her
disguise. They extended at incredible speeds, spearing through the
grate and grabbing onto the first thing they could--a leg.
“Oh,
God! She’s got me! Master! Help!”
“Sorry,
my young apprentice, but you know how these things work. You should
have been faster. I’m afraid you’re on your own.”
“No!”
It
didn’t take much effort to yank Eric out of the vents. The
metal was smooth and there was nothing to find purchase on. In a few
short seconds, the young man was wrapped up in some sort of furry
bondage that would have probably been really hot, were it not for the
look in Kirihime’s eyes. Gone was the warmth, the compassion.
Instead, her dark eyes were dead, blank, and emotionless in a way
that made Eric tremble in abject fear.
“Um…
mercy?”
In
response to his words, Kirihime pulled a knife out of her Extra
Dimensional Storage Space.
It
was a really big knife.
A
really, really big knife.
And
it had serrated edges.
Eric
whimpered.
***
Kevin
walked with Lilian and Iris as they traversed the circumference of
the store. They had found plenty of costumes: a sexy police officer
and a convict, Harlequin Alice and the Mad Hatter, Harley Quinn and
The Joker, a monkey and a banana… Kevin had found the Mr. and
Ms. Pac Man to be interesting. However, none of them really stood out
to either him or Lilian.
“I
don’t know why you two are getting so into this,” Iris
said as the couple stared at a Spartan warrior costume. “It’s
just some stupid human celebration, and these costumes look like
crap.”
“Muu,”
Lilian pouted at her sister, “do you have to be so negative all
the time? So what if these costumes aren’t the best? It’s
not the costumes that matter. This is the first time Kevin and I are
going shopping for our Halloween costumes together. That’s all
that matters.”
Iris
sighed. Her sister was so naive. Still…
“I
guess you have a point. And besides, I do think I would look rather
good in this outfit.” Iris pulled down a ruffled dress with a
very low cut. She put the dress against her body and showed it off to
Kevin, winking to try and get a rise out of him. “Don’t
you think so, Kevin?”
Kevin
looked Iris up and down for a second, considering the question with
the seriousness it deserved. “If you’re thinking of
dressing up as a barmaid, then you should probably wear darker
colors.”
Walking
over to the rack where Iris had found the costume, he completely
missed the shocked look that overcame her features. Lilian didn’t,
though, and she sent Iris a smug grin, as if to say, “did you
really think that would work?”
Iris
returned her sister’s look with a frown.
“Something
like… this one.” Kevin pulled a black and red version of
the costume off the rack. He then handed it to Iris, who stared at
the costume with the same look she would give an amorphous alien
entity. “I think that would look much better on you. The darker
colors go with the mysterious allure you possess.”
“Oh?”
The subliminally divine curve of her lips reeked of amusement. Sinful
red eyes narrowed in sensual seduction. Kevin’s body stiffened
as he found himself trapped within the vixen’s gaze, enraptured
by her smile. “You think I’m mysterious and alluring, do
you?” she raised her right hand and placed it on his chest.
Kevin shuddered as a thrill like sticking his fingers in a socket
passed through him. “What a wonderful gentleman you are, to pay
me such high compliments. It’s that sort of treatment that
could make a girl fall for you, you know.”
“I…
is that so…” Kevin felt himself falling deeper into her
eyes. Why was it getting so hard to think? How come he couldn’t…
why was he…
A
hand covered his eyes.
Everything
became suddenly and startlingly clear, like a fog had been lifted
from him mind.
“Why
don’t you get changed into that costume, Iris?” Lilian’s
voice. The hand must have been hers.
“Aw,
come on, Lily-pad. Don’t be upset. I was just playing around.”
“You
were not playing around. Now go and get dressed,” Lilian
hissed. She sounded angry.
“Tch.
Fine, fine, I can take a hint. I know when I’m not wanted.”
Kevin
heard the sound of footsteps getting further away. When he couldn’t
hear them anymore, the hand left his eyes and he could see again,
which meant he could also see the green eyes mere inches from his
own, staring at him in concern.
“Are
you okay?” Lilian’s voice was thick with worry.
“I…
yes… I’m fine.” Kevin shook his head. It still
felt a little foggy. “What… what happened? When Iris
stared at me, I felt…”
“Aroused?
Turned on? Like Iris was the sexiest thing in existence? Like her
eyes were gateways into a world of unfathomable pleasure?”
“Uh,
yes.” Kevin paused. “Except that last one. Her eyes kind
of always look like that.”
“Hmm,
true enough.”
Lilian
looked like she wanted to say something, but didn’t quite know
how to say it, as if she was worried it might change something
between them.
“Lilian?”
She
sighed. “Iris used an enchantment when she was looking at you.”
Kevin
sucked in a breath. “You mean…?”
“Yes.
It’s called
Call
of Ecstasy
.
It’s an enchantment unique to my sister. While there are many
techniques that can be used to arouse or increase the lust of a
target, they are mostly done through the use of pheromones. My
sister’s technique is different in that it doesn’t use
pheromones at all, but stimulates the part of the brain dealing with
desires and specifically targets a person’s lust. It’s
incredibly effective and almost impossible to break because it’s
not a chemically-induced reaction from an outside force, but a
reaction from directly inside of the brain. It feels natural, like
that’s how it’s meant to be, and so your brain doesn’t
interpret it as something harmful or wrong.”
“I
see.” Kevin closed his eyes. “That’s a pretty
frightening technique.”
“It’s
strange, though.” Lilian’s face had scrunched up in a
rather cute expression of confusion. “Iris has never used it
seriously before. I once asked her why, and she told me it’s
because she doesn’t need to use it to seduce someone. I think
the only time I’ve seen her use it was on a three-tails the
matriarch introduced. He tried to get grabby with me and she turned
him into a slobbering mess.”
Kevin
scratched the back of his head. “Maybe it’s because she
wasn’t trying to seduce me?”
“Eh?”
“I
don’t think Iris was using that technique to seduce me.”
Kevin tried to put his thoughts into words. “I think she just
wanted to hurt me for being so close to you.”
“T-that
is a possibility,” Lilian said. “I didn’t think of
that. Anyway, why don’t we continue—”
“OH,
GOD! GET AWAY! GET AWAY FROM ME!”
Kevin
and Lilian’s conversation was interrupted by Eric, who blitzed
past them, his clothing ripped and several cuts visible on his flesh.
They blinked when Kirihime also ran past them, chasing after Eric.
They blinked again when they noticed that she was carrying a bloody
knife in one hand.
“Please
come back, young man. I still haven’t finished punishing you.”
“WHAT
DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVEN’T FINISHED PUNISHING ME?! I’M
BLEEDING!”
“You
are not bleeding nearly enough for my tastes.”
Eric
soon disappeared around one of the aisles. Kirihime followed. While
they could no longer see them anymore, the young couple could still
hear them, and what they heard was disturbing.
“Oh,
dear. It looks like you’ve run into a dead end.”
“N-now,
hold up, miss. Let’s not do anything hasty now. Y-you can’t
just cut me up. It’s illegal.”
“So
is peeping.”
“Urk!
T-t-that is true. Ah-ha… hahahaha! L-look, how about I just,
uh, apologize and we let bygones be bygones, ne?”
“Oh
no, I am afraid that just will not do.” The sound of a blade
sliding against metal echoed ominously in their ears. Eric squeaked.
“You see, while I am quite proud of my body, I have a very
strong dislike of being peeped on. It’s insensitive, rude, and
has caused many women to gain a strong distrust towards men. It is
people like you who cause these problems. Your kind are the worst.”
Despite
the situation, Kevin pressed the palm of his right hand into his
face. “Honestly, Eric. Do you really have to be so…”
“Perverted?
Lecherous? Salacious? Hentai?” Lilian offered several very apt
words to describe Eric.
“All
of the above.”
“Therefore,”
Kirihime continued talking, “in order to properly educate you
on how to treat a lady, I believe that a little physical
reinforcement is needed to… get my point across.”
Looks
of alarm spread across his and Lilian’s faces.
“L-look,
I-I-I’m sorry, alright? I―OH, GOD” Eric wailed.
“WHAT ARE―NO! PLEASE NO! GET AWAY FROM―OH, DEAR
SWEET―AHH!―P-PLEASE! HAVE MERCYYYYYYYYYAAAAAHHHH!”
As
Eric’s voice trailed off into a series of agonized moans and
groans, which soon disappeared altogether, leaving only an eerie
silence, Kevin looked at Lilian.
“Would
it be wrong of me if I decide to pretend I didn’t hear any of
that?”
Lilian
thought about it for a moment, and then slowly shook her head. “I
don’t think so.”
“Good.”
***
It
took a long time to travel from China to Arizona--two whole weeks, in
fact--but at last, on October 15th, he had finally arrived.
Arizona,
the state where his Lilian was currently residing with some inbred
ape. Jiāoào
wrinkled his nose in disgust. What his prize could possibly see in
some filthy human was beyond him.
The
chain in his hand clinked, the tension increasing. Frowning, he
swiftly and brutally tugged on it, earning a pained rasp from the
person whose neck it was attached to.
“I
wouldn’t move around too much, if I were you. You’re
already on thin ice for not being able to please me like the others.
Don’t push your luck,” he said, not turning his head to
look at the person he had addressed. He could see her just fine in
the reflection of the window.
With
her red hair in complete disarray, Maddison had never looked so
defeated. Her eyes were blank, dead to the world, despite the tears
leaking from them. Likewise, her arms were tied together with special
fibers made from jorogumo silk, and a chain was attached to a metal
collar around her neck. The chain went quite well with her maid
outfit. He really did have to compliment himself on her wardrobe.
They’d
gotten a number of looks from the humans they’d been forced to
deal with while traveling. One of the humans who saw them even had
the audacity to call the police and try to report him for abuse.