Coyote Tricks: Fox Child

This chapter is rated NC-17 for Lemons and graphic violence. If you haven’t read the warnings and disclaimers please go back to the beginning and do so.

The Heat of Battle

Toshiro roamed the tables of the dealers’ room. He was so glad there was a convention today. He simply had to get out of the house. His father had been hell to live with since Kit left and Toshiro prayed to the gods everyday to speed the coyote’s return.

The irritating thing about the coming to the conventions now though was that damned ‘Coyote Dreams’ book had become popular. He had to adjust the normal illusion he wore in public to keep from being recognized and swamped by fan girls and guys. Although, he thought the fan girl part might not be so bad.

The table area just ahead of him was crowded. There was a line of people holding prints and doujinshi books.
‘Hmm, must be an author signing session.’
He wandered up to the table at the beginning of the line and was surprised to see an art print of himself. It was very a very flattering and somewhat sexy version of his true form. Toshiro had to admire the way the artist had made him look so good, a shirt open just enough at the collar and a look that promised more. Next to it was an equally sexily posed drawing of Kit leaning against a car with a t-shirt that fit like a second skin.

“You like Yuki’s work?” The dealer asked. “She signing the prints, I can let you have one for 500 Yen.”
Toshiro looked up at the head of the line and the woman sitting at the table there. She looked to be in her early 20s with dark shoulder length hair.
‘Hmm, she not bad looking’ he thought. ‘You know Kit would probably like these autographed and it gives me a chance to confirm she has the sight.’
“Sure, I’ll take one of each of these.”

Toshiro waited until the last moment to enter the line so he would be the last to the table. He set the prints down in front of her. She was obviously tired and didn’t even look up at him.
“Who should I make these to?”
“To Kit, please.”
She laughed starting to sign, “You’re about the 500th Kit to…”
She froze as she looked up to hand the prints back. Her mouth moved silently for a moment and then arms flailing overbalanced her chair and fell backwards. Toshiro leapt over the table and caught her just before her head hit the floor.
“Are you all right?” he asked helping her up.
“You…you’re…you…” was all she could stammer.
“Appearances can be deceiving but I suspect you have seen me before. Please let me buy you a cup of coffee?”

A few moments later they were sitting in the hotel coffee shop.
“I’m Toshiro by the way,” Toshiro said after he ordered drinks for them.
“So you are…?” Yuki started to ask.
“A demon? A Kitsune?” Toshiro finished for her. “Yes and no, I’m half demon. My mother was human.”
He smiled hoping to impress her with his wit and charm.
“Actually, I was going to say gay,” Yuki said looking embarrassed.
Toshiro’s charming façade came crashing down as his face reddened.
“Oh yes, that…” he said looking down at his coffee cup.
“You mean you are?”
Toshiro glanced up at her. Was that disappointment in her voice?
“Oh no absolutely not,” he said almost a little too quickly.
“Oh,” she said.

It seemed to Toshiro that she brightened slightly at this information. Could she be interested in him? Koto had broken up with him again months ago. She had gone back to the demon tournament world again and Toshiro simply couldn’t deal with the girl’s love of the sport. Perhaps a little human companionship for a change couldn’t hurt.

“I’m sorry, let me explain,” Toshiro said. “The other person you used for your story, he is gay or actually bi. His name IS Kit* and he was in a relationship with my father. When we discovered your work it was…embarrassing for me.”
“I’m sorry, Toshiro-kun,” Yuki said bowing to him. “I never intended to embarrass you. When I saw the two of you, I just thought you were so beautiful and I used you in my work as a way to have something of you in my life. I was wrong to use you like that. How can I ever make it up to you?”

Toshiro smiled at the girl’s earnestness and gathered his charm back around him.
“Well,” he said. “You could let me take you out to dinner. Would tomorrow around 7 be okay?”

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Yuriko stood shakily. She had managed to roll off the tree as she hit, avoiding significant injury. As she looked up she saw three of her attackers kicking at what she thought was another Kitsune curled up on the ground trying to protect himself. Suddenly they stopped in mid kick as a wave of spirit energy pulsated from the body on the ground.
“What?” the leader muttered.
With a roar, the balled up coyote exploded upward. The ogres’ instinctively leapt back as Kit, glowing with a powerful battle aura, stood in their midst. His eyes glowed red, his fangs and claws had grown and red stripes had appeared on his cheeks. The ogre leader looked at the expression on the coyotes face and suddenly knew fear. Unfortunately, he was too stupid to pay attention to the warning his survival instincts were sending.
“Kill him!” he yelled at his companions and charged the coyote.
Kit growled and, crossing the distance to the ogre leader in a second, plunged his claws into the monster’s chest ripping out his beating heart. The other two ogres froze, torn between fight and flight. Kit never gave them a chance to thaw. The first turned to flee but Kit was on him, gutting him with his claws. The last ogre managed to swing his flail at Kit who dodged easily and rammed into the brute carrying them both to the ground. They rolled in a death struggle for a few seconds which ended with Kit ripping the ogre’s throat out with his fangs.

Seeing movement to his side he leapt with a roar at the figure. He landed on the female Kitsune driving her to the ground and pinning her underneath him. He looked down on her through the red haze of the blood rage that was on him and growled menacingly. Her body went limp underneath him and she turned her head baring her throat to him in submission. Most canine spirit conflicts ended with this gesture but Kit in his blood rage carried on to the next step and clamped his jaws onto the exposed throat just hard enough to break the skin without doing serious damage. She felt his deep throated growl vibrating into her very bones and remained totally limp acknowledging this demand of total unquestioned submission.

With her submission, Kit’s murderous blood rage began to wane though his demon blood, fueled by the jewel shard, continued to pound in his head. He instinctively sampled the taste of her blood and the scents coming off her body. She was marked but the mark and scents associated with it were faded. That and the manner of her submission indicated that the mate was dead. There was fear in her scent, she was also fertile and in heat and there was something else. Rising up he looked into her eyes and saw the fear reflected there but also…need, desire?
The burning rage within him began to succumb to a different kind of fire. Somewhere in the rational part of his mind a voice cried out a warning but it was lost in the beat of his demon blood and the depth of her eyes.

Kit’s head descended again this time to claim her mouth in a passionate kiss which she enthusiastically returned. He felt her exposed breast pressed against his bare chest fanning the flames higher. He kissed her throat licking the blood from the wound his fang had caused and tasted her rising passion. Surrounded by bodies, covered in blood and ichor, Kit was oblivious to everything but the beauty beneath him. He barely remembered removing the remains of her clothing and didn’t remember removing his jeans at all as she rose on all fours assuming the position of a submissive mate. Once again the tiny voice of reason tried to prevail, ‘she is heat, this can only end one way!’
“Yes!” the voice of the coyote cried out loud as he sank to the hilt into her welcoming warmth.

Their lovemaking was hard, fast and passionate as Kit yielded to the animal instincts dominating him. As his climax rapidly approached, Kit gathered her into his arms pulling her back against his chest as his fangs sank into her shoulder. The mark of her old mate was now covered with his own. The fresh taste of her blood in his mouth sent him over the edge and he growled into the wound as his seed filled her fertile womb.

They remained that way for several moments as their passion faded. Then Kit leaned beside her and tilted his head to expose his throat to her. Her rational side was surprised as this was uncommon in demons of this age but her instincts followed through and she sank her fangs into his shoulder marking him as hers.

They collapsed into each others arms for few minutes then embarrassingly rose and got dressed. The Kitsune woman managed to arrange her torn clothes to adequately cover herself. Kit found his t-shirt was not really wearable and tucked it into his belt.

Kit stepped up to his new mate and looked down embarrassed.
“I suppose I should say hello” he said with a nervous grin. “My name is Kit.”
He stuck his hand out to her but quickly withdrew it awkwardly as she stared confused at the unknown gesture.
“My name is Yuriko” she said bowing to him nervously.
“Yuriko” Kit repeated savoring the feel of it. Somehow the name provided a bridge for Kit to move past the nervousness of the moment. Stepping forward he took Yuriko’s chin in his hand and looked deep into her lovely brown eyes.
“Such a beautiful name” he murmured as he leaned in closer to kiss her.

Their lips had barely met when his ears picked up a quiet ‘yip’ sound. Canine spirits like their animal cousins have an instinctive series of sounds and body language that was not a formal language but could communicate very basic ideas and feelings. The sound Kit heard was the sound a kit or pup would make to its mother to see if a danger had passed. Yuriko let go of him and ran into the woods in the direction of the sound. Kit had a sinking feeling the roller coaster ride that had just turned his life upside down had one last big dip on it as he followed her.

Kit caught up to her as she emerged from a thick patch of bushes. She was carrying a little Kitsune girl in her arms. Kit figured she must only be a year or two old. She had fox feet like Shippo and her mother, the fur on her feet and tail were tan colored with a white spot on the tip of her tail. Her hair was dark brown and unlike her mother she had fox ears atop her head the same color as her hair.

At the sight of Kit, she clung tighter to her mother. Kit moved close enough that she could scent him clearly then sat down on the ground to be less menacing. Yuriko sat down opposite him.
“This is my daughter, Hanako” Yuriko said.
Hanako kept a wary eye on Kit as she picked up his scent. Gradually, as she sensed her mother’s calm, she loosened her grip and would take her eyes of Kit for short periods. She started smelling her mother intently.
‘She’s picking up my scent on her mother’ Kit realized.
Hanako slowly stood in her mother’s lap and climbed up to sniff at the spot where Kit had marked her shoulder. She climbed down and looked at Kit again. Hesitantly with some encouragement from Yuriko she walked over to Kit and began sniffing him. Finding her mother’s scent on him she grew bolder and climbed into his lap sniffing her way up his body grimacing whenever she came to one of the many spots of dried ichor. She continued till she found the spot where Yuriko had marked him and sniffed it thoroughly. Then she sat down in his lap and looked up at him with big brown eyes.

Kit found himself getting lost in the depths of those eyes.
‘She is going to have to beat the boys off with a stick when she grows up’ he thought.
He smiled at her and she smiled back.
‘I guess I’ve passed inspection’ he thought.
“Hello Hanako. I’m Kit” he said pointing to himself.
“Kit” she said happily tapping him in the same place and having satisfied herself that he was part of the family now hopped down and ran back to her mother. She looked up at her mother then turned and pointed back at Kit.
“Kit” she said.
“Yes” Yuriko said laughing “he is Kit.”

Kit’s heart leapt at the sound of Yuriko’s laughter bringing his attention back to her. He felt the passion rising in him again. His tutor at Spirit Peak Master Llewelyn had made him learn all about his coyote and other canine cousins and the ‘birds and bees’ of canine spirits. He knew now that he and Yuriko were mates, her heat would drive him to mount her constantly. Even if they had already conceived it would be 24 to 48 hours before the heat subsided as a result. Still, it was not like it was an unpleasant situation. He managed with effort to hold his passion down, he was not going to go any longer covered in Oni ichor as it definitely detracted from lovemaking.
“I don’t suppose there is someplace to get a bath around here?” he asked.

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Foxfur: Hanako’s so cute, I just want hug her.
Stardreamer: The length of this chapter forced me to break it up and make a new chapter, Bathtime.