Message-ID: <21263asstr$942700201@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: news.supernews.com!not-for-mail From: David Farr Subject: {ASSM} Living the Fantasy: Kybui Lines: 526 X-Original-Message-ID: Date: Mon, 15 Nov 1999 16:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin Living the Fantasy Kybui By David Farr This story contains scenes unsuitable for the reading pleasure of minors. Should such senses offend you, or if it is illegal for you to read them, please stop now. The previous parts of this story (in order of release and occurrence) are: Griffon Pyri While it is not necessary to read these stories in order, it is suggested. They can be found, along with all my other works at: http://homepages.ihug.co.nz/~djfarr/ ***** She leapt from one branch, feeling the wind rush across her bare skin, and landed on the next. Immediately she leapt again, sailing across the gap to another tree. The jumps no longer bothered here, in fact they never had. The first one had been a surprise, but her body seemed to know what it was doing, and with each leap she had become more confident. Suddenly she stopped, perched on a branch. Quickly she squatted down, gasping the wood with her hands. The move squashed her large breasts, presenting her hard nipples for anyone to see, but that didn't bother her, for no one could see her in the middle of the forest. The pointed ears that poked from the top her luxurious red-brown hair twitched as she listened to the forest. Her nine red-brown tails curled about the tree's limb as she glanced about at every sound. He was out there, hunting her. ***** Hikaru Arihyoshi - or more appropriately Arihyoshi Hikaru, if you used the Japanese version of her name - had two things going for her in life. One was that she was cute, that special sexy type of cute that only the Orientals seemed to be able to pull off. From her round always smiling face, down her short just-barely-over-five-foot-four, but generously proportioned, frame to her petite feet, she looked so much like the child that had yet to grow up, except for her wide, sexy, hips and large firm bust. The second thing she had going for her was that her body was not her greatest asset. She had earned her chemistry scholarship with a sharp mind and a hunger for knowledge. Anyone making a pass at her had better be ready to have a girl that could out perform him in the class. Hikaru was always thankfully for the study habits her parents had instilled in her. It meant that she was always finished all the work she set herself by the evening, giving her enough time to undertake her second favourite pastime. Prowling the bars frequented by the students. So it was that Hikaru stepped into the bar on that rainy Thursday. She pushed back the hood of her cloak, then slipped it off and folded it over her arm. It was a small, but well visited place, on a busy evening it could be packed with quite a mix of the campus cultures. Thursdays were not a good night, especially not rainy Thursdays. Hikaru glanced around, letting her short black hair swing as she turned her head. There were a few couples sitting at some of the booths, and some of the barstools were taken by young men and women sitting drinking by themselves. Giving a shrug, Hikaru moved towards one of the stools about halfway down the bar. The bartender approached as she settled in. "Before I serve you, I've got to see some ID." Hikaru fixed the man with a glare even as she dug into her pocket for her ID. "I've been in here every night, except Sundays, for the past two months, and yet you still ask me for ID." She showed him the card. "I can't remember everyone," he smiled. "Besides, if I didn't card you, someone would complain. So, what can I get you?" "For the first drink of the night of the night, just a cola thanks. I wouldn't want to be tipsy when the crowd arrives." She glanced around the bar meaningfully. "Well, that's up to you." He grabbed a glass from under the bar and walked over to the dispensing machine. "You should know things won't get much more lively tonight." With skill and flair he filled the glass with the fizzy black liquid, then returned to put it in front of her. "That'll be a dollar fifty." Hikaru handed over a five and received her change. "Thanks," she returned as he moved off to serve someone else down the bar. Hikaru was just draining the last of her drink as the boy sat down next to her. He was a little geeky looking, but his clothes were casual, and he was smiling warmly. "Can I buy you another?" he inquired. "Sure," she smiled. It was going to be another one of those nights, she guessed. Well, it didn't really cost her anything, well nothing after that first dollar fifty. "A rum and coke, thanks." He smiled and nodded, moving off down the bar towards the barkeep. Hikaru half watched him as he exchange money for glasses, then headed back to her. She accepted the drink, and started the long drawn out process of trying to turn down another admirer without looking cold. ***** She was a kybui, a nine tailed fox spirit. Well, kind of. Her grandmother had once told her a tale of the mischievous spirits that were myths back in Japan. Supposedly they had the power to change between the form of human and a fox at will, and used that ability to torment the peasants and nobility of feudal Japan alike. Except she didn't have the ability to change. Instead she was stuck part way through the transformation. Instead of human ears beneath her long hair, two pointed triangles poked out the top of her head, and those nine tails, long and silky, betrayed her. It might have been possible to hide those features, if she had the clothing, but she didn't. Instead she was naked, feeling the cool damp air against her hairless skin, and it was unlikely she was going to find a shop anywhere nearby. "Kybui? Where are you?" She withdrew some into the protective cover of the leaves. He did that every so often, calling out to get, taunting her. It was as if he didn't want to end the hunt, just yet, and in truth, neither did she. "Are you cold, Kybui? The sun is setting, and it gets very cold up here at night. I'm going to be nice and warm, but you can't possibly be." 'Why is he telling me this?' she wondered. 'I've already slept through three nights. I know how cold it gets.' "And you haven't eaten anything in days. Surely you must be getting hungry." Well, the first part was true, she hadn't eaten anything since the hunt had begun, but only now was she starting to feel empty. Of course it didn't help that every night she could smell his meals as he cooked them. "Think about it, Kybui, warmth, food, and a comfortable place to sleep. Isn't that what you want?" 'I know I'd get that, and more. But not yet. The joy is in the anticipation.' "So, Kybui, I'll think I'll call it a night. What about you?" She blinked her eyes and pivoted forward slightly. His voice had come from directly below her. Sure enough, he stood directly beneath her perch, facing away from the tree. Obviously he knew she was close, but not how close. Not waiting for her to answer, she hadn't in the four days since they had started this game, he unslung his backpack. As she watched he set up his camp. Pitching one of those pop up tents, and clearing a patch of leaf litter to make a fire. Then he did something unusual. He pulled from his pocket a strange glowing bead and held it up. After a few moment nothing seemed to happen, but he put it away. She settled down to watch, afraid to move and alert him to her presence, while at the same time curious. It was twenty minutes later they arrived. Two women, for better want of a word. One had the wings of a bird and the body of a cat, while the other was a dragon, a western dragon, not an eastern one, you could tell by the lack of hair at least. Both wore no coverings whatsoever. The dragon had been carrying a package, and offered it to the man. Her stance was respectful, and the girl in the tree above almost expected to see her kneel to offer her burden. The other girl, the cat-bird thing, was glancing about her eyes focusing on the bush about her. Up in the trees her heart skipped a beat as that gaze crossed over her, then moved back to fix on her. She felt like a deer caught in the headlights, and she couldn't tear herself away from that piercing gaze. Then slowly, and deliberately, she winked her eye. The pair of girls finished their business with the man, then turned to walk a little way from the campsite. They spent a few seconds beating their wings before lifting off. From her perch in the trees she watched them soar in to the skies, and felt a pang of envy. Deciding she wasn't going to be doing anything more that night she settled down into the crook of the branch. It was some time before the smell of frying meat and vegetables faded enough to let her get to sleep. ***** Hikaru's head felt fuzzy, but she knew she hadn't had that much to drink. After all, the rum and coke had been the heaviest thing she had accepted, after that it had only been a few wines. Maybe it had been the unusual mental fatigue she had been suffering, but somehow she'd been unable to get away from the geek. Somehow he'd even managed to convince her to go back to his place. While this wasn't unheard of, usually she was the one to make the suggestion. It wasn't at all like she'd expected. Instead of some dirty little apartment packed with computer gear, her date lived in a fairly nice studio, with lots of white. She was in such a state she didn't even notice the large flash reflectors set up around the bed. He lead her to it, slowly pulling off her clothes. "You feel really sexy don't you?" he murmured, letting her jacket drop to the ground. Hikaru hummed in agreement as she helped him undo the buttons of her shirt. They were half way to the bed by the time it joined her jacket. He continued to comment as they moved, stripping her of her clothes. Somehow they timed it so that her panties slipped to the ground as she crawled onto the bed. ***** Kybui awoke from her dreams to the unpleasant feel of dew covering her body. That, she reflected, was a problem with sleeping in a forest in an unknown valley (although from the angle of the sun, it was fairly far north) surround entirely by mountains. She raised her head and peered across her body. The droplets formed across her perfect hairless skin, making a erotic scene she knew. Strange that she was hairless, a fox spirit should have been furred, but yet the only fur, or hair, on her body was the hair on her head and the neatly trimmed tuft between her legs. That, of course, left the dew nothing to cling to, so as she moved it flowed down her body, forming into little rivers on her skin. As she shifted two of the streams coursed down over left breast, forming a drop on the erect nipple. This sent a shiver through her, both of excitement and pleasure. Yet another strange thing about her, she realised. Most of her body reacted not a bit to the cold, she certainly didn't feel it, despite the mist she breathed out with each breath. Yet her nipples were super sensitive, the slightest touch or change in temperature, and her body thrilled. Sounds from beneath her distracted her from the mysteries of her body. The hunter had awoken, and was pulling himself out of his tent. For the first time she watched as he stripped off and quickly redressed in his warm hunting gear. There wasn't enough time for a good look, but what she saw made her momentarily consider leaping down and ending the hunt, just so that he would ravish her. He wasn't a hunk, but he had a good body, and certainly wasn't a slob or geek. That lasted for only a moment. Her life had been spent as a sexual predator, only to discover she had been playing for the wrong side, and by then the only hunters she could find didn't care for the chase, they just wanted the prize. Until now. This man had hunted her for three days and night, and if the previous night had been any indication, it wasn't due to a lack of bed mates. Obviously he was into the thrill of the chase as much as she. Both would savour the anticipation, while trying not to keep the hunt ending to soon or going on for to long. In the end, she knew, they would both enjoy the final catch more if they didn't act prematurely. And so she stayed up in the tree, watching this man as he tortured her by making breakfast. She ignored the grumbling of her stomach though, as well as the tingling in her nipples and the ache of her desire. When he was finished with packing his gear she scampered down the tree and took off at foot, attracting his attention. She knew he had caught a fleeting glance of her, the first since the hunt had begun. But as she ran through the leaf litter, she knew for sure, also for the first time, how the hunt would end. ***** Hikaru was awoken by her roommate closing the door to their dorm room. Groaning with the pain of the killer hangover, the oriental girl rolled over and pulled the covers over her head. "Hikaru, I think you should see these." Her roomie was always a soft spoken girl, but despite the almost whispered words, she managed to convey a great deal of urgency. Deciding that whatever it was, it must be important, Hikaru rolled over and pulled down the covers to look at her. Jeanne Seniors was a pretty girl, but very, very shy. The pair got along only because they both were intelligent, even if Hikaru preferred her studies more up-to-date than her fair skinned roommate. Still, she was not an enjoyable sight to the groggy oriental, standing with all that bright sunlight reflecting off her golden hair and those round glasses of hers. "What is it?" "I was in the computer lab, printing out my homework when I noticed these coming off one of the other printers," she offered a large number of sheets of paper to Hikaru. "I'm afraid the person who set it going ran when he saw me looking at them." Hikaru accept the papers and started leafing through them, her eyes widening in horror as she saw each image. Each sheet held a picture of herself in a sexual position, many sluttish, all of them revealing. Adrenaline shot through her, wiping away her hangover. "I asked one of the demonstrators about it," Jeanne continued, "and he said that someone had sent them to almost every mailbox on campus. Unfortunately they can't do anything about it because he logged in with someone else's ID. I can't believe you'd do something like this, Hikaru." "I didn't. No, that's not right, I did, but I think..." She trailed off, then shook her head, trying to clear her fuzzy memories of the night before. "I can't remember." "You haven't seen it then," Jeanne said, and turned away to walk to her desk. "Huh?" The sudden change of tack left Hikaru confused. "Seen what?" "This," Jeanne returned holding another slip of paper. "They were handing them out in the lobby of all the girl's dorm recently." Hikaru took the paper, and scanned through it. It was an warning about a new date rape drug that had started appearing in the area. It left the victim unable to resist, and in some situations even highly suggestible. Unfortunately there was as yet no way to prove its use, and a number of "pranks" on girls had caused a number of baseless accusations to be thrown, implicating innocent boyfriends. "I'm guessing he drugged you with that," Jeanne murmured. "Of course, that's unofficial. Most people don't believe it even exists." Shame welled up in Hikaru as much of what her quiet roommate had said registered. "How many mailboxes?" Jeanne closed her eyes. "Too many, he said. And he's sure that the pictures are being distributed even more." Hikaru pulled her knees up to her chest, clutching the pictures to her hand as she curled into a ball. "No," she whispered, her face started to screw up and tears formed in her eyes. "No." Tears started to streak down her face as she broke into sobs. ***** Kybui was in a full run, dodging between bushes and trees and leaping over fallen logs. Still she could hear him chasing after her, despite that, and joy filled her. This was the day, both of them knew it. There would be no fifth day to this chase. She had left the shelter of the treetops, bringing the hunt to an equal level, and now he had a real chance of catching her. Of course she wasn't going to make it easy for him, after all neither of them wanted an easy victory. And the hunt would end with a victory for both of them. Kybui would enter a new life where she was appreciated, and her desire fulfilled. She knew this, and accepted that she had to let herself be caught, if only for a little while, in order to do this. Of course his victory was obvious. He would get a super sexy toy to play with until he grew bored, and then he would release her again to start the hunt again. She didn't know why this was obvious, it just was. Glancing back she caught fleeting glances of him, and knew that he was getting similar views of her backside. It filled her with some satisfaction that her bare but wiggling as she ran was probably giving him a hard-on. The forest ended suddenly at a rough slope and she broke from the trees. Still at a flat out pace she started up, her pace hampered as rocks slipped out from under her feet. The hunter broke nosily from the trees behind her, and Kybui swished her tails in what she was sure was an enticing manner. "Kybui, stop!" She didn't hear the anxiety in his voice, instead half turning and cheekily smiling over her shoulder, giving him a profile view of her large breasts. "It's not going to be that easy to catch me!" she laughed. "That's not--!" he cut off as the rocks slid out from under her again. This time no amount of scrabbling for purchase steady her, the entire slope started moving. The world spun about her as her naked body was pelting by stones and smashed against rocks. "NO!" the hunter screamed as she was lost to pain and darkness. ***** The damn pictures had ruined her life. Ever boy in the university had chased her, trying to get into panties. True, she'd discovered that she liked being the prey for once, but she hated the fact that they all thought she'd just roll over and spread her legs. Also it was making her studies impossible. Even one of her teachers had hinted at sexual favours being a necessary for a pass. And none of the tutors would take her seriously, the girls hated her as a slut and the boys either only wanted to bed her, or avoided her so their reputations weren't sullied. So every night she now cried herself to sleep. Or, as the case was that night, cried to herself as she absently worked on her computer. She was reading an e-mail from her parents. They were wondering how things were going, and when she was coming home for a visit. Sighing she started typing a reply. ]Dear mum and Dad ] ]I have some very bad news. Up until a few weeks ago everything was fine. ]Now, however, I'm afraid my life has been ruined by someone spread nude ]pictures of me around the campus. ] ]Now don't get me wrong, I didn't pose for these pictures. I wish I could ]claim they are fakes, but they are not. I was drugged when they were taken ]and now my reputation is shot. Life has become hard, with all the men ]leering at me. I am going to have to see about transferring to another ]college at the end of semester. ] ]I am sorry I have brought shame on our house like this, and I hope you ]can forgive me. ] ]Your loving daughter ] Arihyoshi Hikaru Finished, she sent the e-mail and sat staring at the screen for a little while. Sighing she clicked on her web browser, what a few seconds for it to load. She typed in a web address she knew off by heart, it was one of the places she went to whenever she wanted something new, and right now something new was exactly what she wanted. The site was kind of like a surf engine, but instead of giving you a listing it randomly picked a page and sent you there. There were no settings, no way of influencing the choice. She was surprised when what looked like a biography opened on the page. Quickly she ran her eyes over it. Kybui, that was the name of the person. She remembered the name from her Japanese myths. It gave some stats. This Kybui, it turned out, was shorter even than Hikaru herself, not even topping five foot. A picture next to the bio finished loading and popped up. Five foot, maybe, Hikaru thought, but she looked very thin, except in the hips, waist and ass. There she was a man's wet dream. Reading the rest of the bio she quickly discovered why. She was a man's wet dream. A fox spirit trapped part way through a transformation between human and fox, she was also cursed to serve in ant way any man who hunted her down and caught her. She was lucky though, the first man to catch her was a kind man, who cared as much for her pleasure as her own. "You like being the prey too, don't you, Kybui?" Hikaru whispered to the picture. "I bet you never worry about jerks catching you though." She let out an even deeper sigh. "I wish I could be you." Somewhere, someone heard her wish. ***** Hikaru groaned and opened her eyes. Last time she had awoken like this she'd received the bad news that had destroyed her life. Of course then it was her head, not her entire body, that had hurt. Of course the sight that greeted her was much more enjoyable. Instead of Jeanne's worried form, she was presented with the smiling face of the hunter. His eyes shined with worry for her, but his smiling was very wide. "How are you feeling?" he inquired softly. "A little sore," she replied, then smiled, "but otherwise--Huh?" She had been going to say alright, but she had also tried to reach up to embrace him only to find she couldn't move her arms. "No dizziness?" he inquired. "No," she answered, "but I can't seem to move my arms." 'I also can't seem to move my eyes from yours to see why.' He nodded. "I checked you for broken bones, but didn't find any, so I decided to bind you." His smile became a grin. "Just so you didn't start the hunt again, since you're in no condition to do any running." "Am I in a good condition for the end of hunt celebration?" she purred sexily. Wiggling her body. It was a sure bet that the move sent her large breast wobbling. He sat back, his eyes moving to watch her body as she moved, the grin never leaving his face. "Not right now, your muscles are probably a little sore." He pulled out a bottle. "But I have some oils that should take care of that, although I'll have to rub them all over body." She licked her lips. 'Oh, yes, I'm going to enjoy being his toy.' "Make sure you rub that everywhere. I hurt all over!" Kybui closed her eyes as his oil-coated hands started massaging her bruised arms. He told the truth, the oil really did help ease the pain. Of course, applying it was going to be delicious torture to the naked fox spirit. Silently she kissed goodbye to Hikaru, for there would be no going back for her. ----- Author's Notes: As always I welcome any and all comments. Still looking for an artist willing to draw my pictures for me. I'd pay, but I am broke, sorry. Also I really welcome any ideas for new girls to add to the story, or, in fact, things to do to expand the story. Anything at all, I'll listen to any suggestion and comment on it. I promise. ----------- David Farr http://homepages.ihug.co.nz/~djfarr/ djfarr@ihug.co.nz katsuhito@planetjurai.com "Die-cast construction, it's a lost art." - Optimus Primal, Beast Wars. -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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