Tails Are Always Honest
Scratch. Scratch.
The second those ten minutes were up, the fox girl started clawing at the door with surgical precision. Faced with that bone-chilling scene, I finally understood with absolute certainty why yanderes belonged in fantasy.
How the hell was anyone supposed to feel love for a woman who was coming to kill you while smashing the door in with a weapon? I'd seen a few fox-beast yanderes in manga who practiced that whole "dismember-you-out-of-pure-love" routine, but after watching this spectacle, I swore I'd never touch the yandere genre again.
"Um, hello? Could you calm down for a second?"
"I can't calm down~ I'd really prefer if the homeowner opened up already~"
Fuck.
Look at those creepy-ass eyes. Buddy, are you sure this is safe? Why does it feel like the second this door is gone, I'm definitely getting murdered?
"If you won't open it, I'll just break in~? You really ought to open up nicely so neither of us gets hurt, you know?"
"No, why are you so obsessed with me? There are plenty of other great people out there! Mega-corps — yeah, there are tons of solid mega-corps, so why are you coming after a nobody streamer like this?!"
"Because this nobody isn't just any nobody~ Who was it that screwed us over first, hmm? And you're saying that?"
"I followed the rules perfectly! Cover-cover-must-cover! Exposure capped at 85%! I kept it clean, so why are you doing this?!"
"We made those rules so people would show restraint, not so they'd dance on top of them. Do you understand that? From our side, this is just absurd~"
As she spoke, she began slowly widening the hole in the front door with those sturdy nails of hers.
"Stop it! If you keep scraping with something that hard, the door's going to break! Quit it before I report you for breaking and entering… huh?"
"Reporting won't help. In reality, a little money and it all gets buried. Simply put — with no one left to help you, your best option is to shut that mouth and lie flat, understand?"
"How am I supposed to know what you'll do to me if I lie flat and surrender?!"
"Well… something along those lines, wouldn't you say? Whatever it is, I'll make sure you experience something beyond anything you can imagine."
She gave a spine-tingling smile. By then she'd already carved a large hole in the front door, and through it she looked straight at me.
"One tail, two, three, four… nine~ So you were a gumiho even greater than me! But… you're weaker than I am, aren't you?"
Lick.
The look of a predator eyeing delicious prey. Goosebumps rose all over me. I grabbed the perfect weapon — a frying pan — to fight back, but standing tall under a predator's gaze was still far too hard.
Look at those lustful eyes. If I were still a man, I'd have fucked her senseless on the spot, goddamn it. If I weren't a woman, and if I didn't have this pathetic body that got casually wrecked by the Fox God, I might have put up a real fight. Ever since the Fox God thrashed me, my confidence just wouldn't come back.
I forced my trembling body still and waited for her to come in — but at some point, the scraping, clawing sounds of the front door being destroyed had vanished.
"Where'd she go? Did she give up?"
Frying pan gripped tight, I edged toward the front door — and suddenly a bone-chilling voice came from behind me.
"Well, digging through the front door with just my claws was getting too painful~ So I figured by this point you'd have given me permission, and I just came in through the window~"
"…This is the fourth floor."
"Fourth floor is easy. A few flips and I could make it to the thirteenth, you know."
She said clearing a four-story height was no big deal, then pulled out a talisman, stuck it to the wall, and slowly approached me.
"With this, no one will interrupt us. All we have to do is enjoy ourselves together! Aah… pleasure! What a beautiful sound that is!"
"One mountain after another, huh. How is it that in the fantasy genre, not a single normal person exists?"
A pure-blooded furry freak, and now a yuri predator on top of it. Next up, were we only going to get genuine deviant sexual maniacs?
Like some lunatic who freezes a fleshlight just to experience sex with a snow woman. Or the guy who decides tree knots are optimized for sex and wrecks his precious bits grinding against rough-yet-soft bark. Or the one who suddenly decides the butterfly at home is so hot he starts bestiality with a cat.
…But why did those all sound like things that could actually exist?
I was pretty sure at least one of my viewers fell into one of those three categories. I should ask later whether they'd actually tried it. And if someone had, what it felt like.
Even with my chastity — or my life — under threat, I was still framing the stream angle, and the fox girl in front of me glared at me with a sharper look than anything so far.
"With me standing right here, who exactly are you thinking about?"
"My perverted viewers. Come to think of it, everything that latches onto me seems completely unhinged."
"I'm normal, though?"
"I've never met a single normal person who felt the need to say that about themselves."
About one or two minutes left until my friend arrived. Just drag this out a little longer and victory was mine. But as if she'd picked up on the shortage of time with some animal instinct, she started closing the distance at high speed.
"Well, playtime's over. The kettle of desire is already boiling over — I can't hold back the main event any longer."
"You come closer and I'm swinging this pan at your head first, got it? Ideal type or not, I will actually hit you."
Even in yuri, I was supposed to be the one doing the taking. Being on the receiving end was absolutely not an option. A man — wait, so what if I'd become a woman? Getting pushed around by another woman still didn't make sense.
Then again, the Fox God had already pushed me around plenty. Fuck.
Beating myself up over that, I backpedaled hard to dodge the approaching black fox — only for my short escape to end with me tripping over the shoes lined up by the entrance and falling flat.
"Is this what they call being stuck between a rock and a hard place? A shoe rack… a little dirty, but there's enough space for us to enjoy ourselves together."
"You insane psycho fuck-me-now bitch."
"I don't do this to just anyone, you know? I'm clinging like this because you're overflowing with charm. Do you understand?"
"So that means you try to fuck someone on first meeting?! If you like someone, you're supposed to start by getting to know them slowly!"
"Aww, that's not the trend these days. These days the trend is enjoy first, think about the rest later, you know? There's even a saying for it: Just fuck already! Then they'll give you a round of applause!"
"Don't spout bullshit, you crazy bitch!"
"I'm a dog, so of course I spout dog-shit. Should a dog meow like a cat instead?"
She closed in with that one-liner and, before I knew it, had grabbed my chin. That yandere-from-a-manga face of hers was about to smash her lips into mine — when the front door exploded open and my savior appeared.
"This fucking— last time it was tentacle NTR, and this time it's yuri NTR?"
What the hell kind of garbage are you spouting now, you insane furry freak.
The moment the bald head arrived gleaming, our fox girl — who couldn't withstand the Solar Fist — went quiet as a lamb, as if she'd never been rampaging at all.
"…For what purpose has Raksasa come here?"
"A friend called me for help. I came to check how dangerous it was — never expected it to actually be a real crisis."
"It wasn't that dangerous. I was simply trying to share some pleasure between women."
"That is the dangerous situation. Even I, his ball-buddy, haven't managed to take this guy's first time — and you think you can? Your guts have gotten way too big."
He toyed with my luscious tails this way and that, then issued the fox girl her eviction notice.
"Ha-ri. Twenty-nine years left until you become a gumiho, right? Losing a tail this close to ascension would leave quite the hollow feeling, wouldn't it?"
"…Threatening me with my own tails. Your personality seems to have changed quite a bit."
"My personality hasn't changed. I've simply developed affection for the tails themselves."
Squeeze. Squeeze. Stroke, stroke.
When I touched them, all I ever felt was that they were soft. Weirdly, when he touched them, the sensation was… complicated. Like something tickling my heart?
It wasn't a bad feeling, so I just stayed still — and true to his furry-freak nature, he started handling my tails rougher and rougher, until I finally brought the frying pan down on his head.
"Stop touching them, you fucking bastard! They're gonna wear out!"
"You could've just said so, you little shit. Why lead with your hands?"
"Because it pissed me off!"
I smashed the frying pan into his smooth, shiny head one more time, and beside us the fox girl started snickering.
It wasn't mockery, exactly, but it still felt unpleasant. I pointed the slightly dented pan at her and asked why she was laughing.
"What? Why are you laughing? What's so funny? You were locked onto the fuck-me angle like a laser just a second ago."
"No, I just don't think there's any room for me to insert myself. With a match that destined, how could I possibly interfere?"
"…What?"
Her words hit like my common sense had just been deleted. I swung the pan at her as I spoke.
"What? Destined match? Has this bitch finally lost it?"
"I don't think I've lost anything. Looking closer, your personalities fit well — and I suspect your physical chemistry would too."
"Don't be ridiculous! I'd rather hang myself in my room and die than fuck this bastard!"
I shrieked at the top of my lungs — but the next thing she said shut me up completely.
"Still… no matter what your mouth says, your tails are being honest right now, you know?"