That Fox-like Bitch
Watching my ball-buddy of a friend drool all over a succubus from the non-furry species left me feeling distinctly off.
Like having some precious toy snatched away by an older sister I never got along with, maybe?
Looking at that completely mismatched combo of a furry-obsessed guy and a non-furry species cooing at each other filled me with a mounting, smothering frustration.
"Fuck, why does this feel like I just forced down ten sweet potatoes? There's nothing here that should make me feel this stifled."
It was a little different from a single person watching a couple's PDA. If that was pure rage at cringeworthy, foot-curling behavior, this was something mixed with irritation and anger.
What the hell was this emotion? Why was it bothering me this much?
I thumped my chest trying to clear the frustration, but as time passed it only got worse. Frowning, I turned to the Fox God.
"Fox God."
— What is the matter?
"Why do I feel so stifled? Watching those two giggle and laugh is driving me out of my mind."
I let out a heavy sigh, trying to bleed off even a little of the pressure. The Fox God snickered under her breath.
— The female corruption proceeds smoothly, I see.
Having bet the Fox God on whether or not I'd fall into female corruption, there was no way I could let that slide. I went ballistic.
"What? Female corruption? Are you saying I'm jealous of that non-furry species?!"
— Is that so wrong? Anyone can see thou art jealous. At this rate, NTR awaits thee — defeat masturbation seems not far off.
"Don't talk bullshit. NTR? Defeat masturbation? I don't even like that bald bastard, so what's this jealousy talk?"
When I snapped at the nonsense instead of getting a real answer, the Fox God laughed softly and spoke.
— Thou knowest nothing of the emotion called jealousy.
"What?"
— Jealousy is not so simple an emotion as thou thinkest. Surely thou dost not believe jealousy derives only from the emotion of 'love'?
The Fox God began explaining, slow and measured.
— Jealousy is an evil emotion born of envy toward others — put simply, the desire that another not fare well.
— As thou sayest, it can also spring from love. When someone else claims the lover thou yearnest for first, that too is more than enough to stir envy.
— That which thou lackest existing in another's hands — that alone can provoke jealousy. In this case… yes. Jealousy at having thy one and only friend stolen away by some vixen.
…So what she was saying was, the reason I felt jealous wasn't because some succubus had stolen a precious lover from me — it was because she'd stolen my one and only friend?
Put that way, it made sense. Like the Fox God said, this really did seem like jealousy.
Yeah. This wasn't jealousy from liking him. I just hated watching someone else take what was mine and act all smug about it.
Strangely — really, strangely — I felt like a liar who'd even deceived my own emotions. But for me right now, it was such a satisfying answer that I didn't care.
I walked up to my friend, still giggling with the succubus, and coiled my plump, soft tail around him.
"Huh?"
He looked flustered at the lush tail wrapped around his waist. I yanked him toward me and immediately slapped him hard across the cheek.
Smack—!
The sharp, crisp crack of the slap rang through the house, and instantly the place went so quiet you could hear an ant's footsteps.
My friend rubbed his cheek with a dumbfounded expression, like he was asking why I'd hit him. I rubbed my plump tail against his cheek and smiled slyly.
"Hey. Fashion furry."
"What?"
"You're a fashion furry, you bastard."
Look at that blank face even when I rub my tail on him — one of the biggest turn-ons for anyone furry-obsessed. Completely bewitched by that fox-like succubus, he doesn't even react to this plump, soft, cozy tail. No matter how you looked at it, this bastard was a fashion furry.
"You're under that bitch's spell, you idiot. Just a minute ago you were having a fit calling her non-furry, and now you're about to start dating her?"
"What, are you jealous right now?"
"Yeah, I'm jealous. Am I supposed to just sit still when the only friend I barely managed to make is about to get stolen by some fox-like bitch?"
"…Aren't you the fox? She's not even a fox."
"Shut up, fuck. Is that what matters right now?"
"Whoa."
Whoosh!
I rolled another tail around his head to shut his mouth. This time the succubus approached with a hardened expression.
"What's going on? Weren't you two just simple friends?"
"We are just simple friends."
"Then why are you interfering? When a friend finds a good woman, isn't it a friend's duty to help them get together?"
Oh, please. A succubus who drains people's Jeong-gi until they wither and die is a good woman? Even a passing Fox God would laugh at that.
I snickered and provocatively swayed one plump tail at her.
"Stopping a friend from going down the wrong path is also a friend's duty."
"Are you saying that me getting together with him would be wrong?"
"Isn't that obvious? Am I supposed to just sit still while my friend tries to date some ugly bitch with a rotten personality?!"
"What? Ugly bitch with a rotten personality? You half-baked, broken Transcendent!"
Properly hooked by the provocation, the succubus charged at me in a rage. I uncoiled my tails and used my friend as a shield.
"Friend Shield!"
"You fucking bastard. I was healing just a second ago."
"Then earn the healing! If this works out, I'll do more for you!"
"Ah — fair enough, then."
My ball-buddy grinned in satisfaction and flung a talisman at the succubus. The moment it touched her body, she froze in place.
Forcibly immobilized, the succubus ground her teeth and spat out her rage.
"Khh…! You… Just a moment ago you were fondling my precious horns and wings!"
"Goat horns and bat wings — they were pretty satisfying, yeah."
"Then why?!"
"But nothing's as satisfying as this."
My friend stroked my plump tail, then spoke to the succubus with a dead-serious face.
"You do have goat horns and bat wings, but you don't have fur, do you?"
"That bitch doesn't have fur either…!"
"What do you mean I don't have fur? It's right here."
Rub rub.
I rubbed one plump tail against the succubus's face. She bit her lip tight, as if admitting defeat.
Yeah. That's the place of the non-furry species. There's no species in the world as hot as a fox beastkin, you know?
As I looked down smugly at the succubus with a sneer, the Fox God tilted her head and spoke to me.
— Didst thou not say something about an editor contract? From where this goddess stands, thou shalt never secure a contract with that lust demon in thy current state.
…Right. That had happened.
I'd clearly been handling the Latube editor work — so how had things ended up like this?
Should I apologize now and sell out my friend? No. My pride as a furry species wouldn't allow it. Me, a furry species, apologizing to a non-furry species? That could never happen.
But not making the contract would be a waste of that succubus's editing skills. What was I supposed to do?
As I fretted with a serious expression, the Fox God sighed as if she had no choice.
— Haa. It cannot be helped. I shall borrow thy body for a moment.
Before I could even voice my confusion, my consciousness began to black out. Through my fading awareness, I hurled curses at the Fox God.
Hey, you fucking bitch.
You said once a day.
A place where fluffy clouds drifted about.
In the Heavenly Realm — a place more peaceful than anywhere in the world — a goddess toyed with an unconscious vampire and let out a sigh of regret.
"What a shame! I wanted to watch the childhood friend's defeat masturbation from over there!"
From the start, unless it was pure love, the childhood friend was the losing heroine's position. Having confirmed a bond solid enough that it wouldn't break even after deliberately deploying a succubus — an NTR-specialized species — the goddess blamed the succubus's incompetence.
"That succubus. Isn't she far too incompetent for a lust demon? I even amplified charms she didn't have so she could win, yet she got utterly crushed by a gumiho whose only assets are a sex-optimized body and fur."
The goddess shook her head, then stroked the still-unconscious vampire's abdomen and asked in a soft voice.
"Don't you think so, Roxy? Maybe if I capture her once and train her, she'll improve a little?"
But the vampire only trembled, unable to give a proper answer.
"Heh… Mindarfang's sex is sooo gooood…♡"
"I think so too. By the way, that fox lady is starting to look tempting as well — is there a way to bring her to the Heavenly Realm?"
After a brief moment of thought, the goddess snapped her fingers. A shota angel appeared before her with a bowed head.
"You called, Goddess?"
"Yes, I did. I'm going on a little vacation to the lower world, so take good care of Roxy until I return, okay?"
"As you command."
No sooner had the answer finished than clothes appeared on the previously naked goddess's body — and soon, the goddess vanished from the Heavenly Realm.