The Kitsune and The Ookami

The Kitsune and The Ookami (Based off a true event)


When it's late at night, the lights off and a raging storm outside, people tend to become board and restless. With no one to talk to, no companionship, all alone.

I always have these nights, pretty much every night. I'll be lying in my bed, my chin resting on my pillow and staring off into the darkness of my room, the only light would be the occasional lightning from my window, and tonight was very electrical. I couldn't really understand, the sound of thunder and the pitter-patter of rain would usually lull me to sleep. Why was tonight different?

Maybe, tonight I wasn't alone, and I'm usually am. The thought of someone in the room with me. No, not like their sleeping in another bed across the room, the fact that SHE was right next to me.

How she got there? I do not know. Hell, I didn't even know who she is. I could hear her steady breaths, and I could smell a intoxicating aroma. My whole room reeked with the heavy scent of lavender. I recognized the smell, being in a house with a mother and a sister who bath with it. I could feel her curl up to me, small hands on my back and a thin leg wrapping around mine. I could just barely see her, even more when lightning flashed. She must be oriental, seeing how her facial features looked, long black hair cascading down over her shoulders like water, rosy red lips dangerously close to my own, and pale skin.

She was almost like a geisha, but without the eyeliner or blush. I guess her skin was naturally pale, as her lips where naturally red. But, it was her eyes that caught me strange. I have never seen such a color on an actually person, many in games and cartoons though.

A very light pink, almost amethyst. When she smiled, it gave me a chilly, freaky 'Vampire' vibe. Another freaky thing was that she looked young, like a little girl. I wanted to ask who she was, but my voice was long gone and couldn't be found.

I couldn't even move.

She drew closer to me, climbing onto me, and blew on the back of my neck. Her breath was freezing cold, cold enough that I shivered and got goose-bumps. She let out a giggle that seemed to echo through my room. She let out another when she blew again and got the same results. She was practically torturing me.

She finally spoke, her voice came out in a quiet whisper. I couldn't understand what she said, sounded like Japanese.

What confused me was this, even though I didn't understand a single word she said, my body shifted till I was on my back, like it followed her command, and she was over top of me. She straddled me, sitting on my waist and looking down at me. The earlier guess that she looked like a geisha proved itself as she wore a crimson kimono around her. Hell, I was wearing one too, but much more bigger and more darker, almost black.

Though all this was exiting, I couldn't help but question: How did this happen?

I tried to rethink what happened before I went to bed.

I was in an apartment with my sister and her friends. It was about a week or so after my sister turned twenty, and she and her friends have been drinking. I was seventeen, and my sister looked at me and said she was getting me drunk.

I was a bit of a teetotaler, so I was kind of hesitant at first. I quickly developed a taste, and unfortunately a love, for whisky. Soon vodka was caught in the mix, and after that I dunno. I remember music and dancing, and everyone cheering me on.

I never knew I was such a party animal.

It wasn't until around 3:00, Hell 4:00 at night when the party slowed down. I walked out and let the cool night air calm my drunken stupor, walking down the sidewalk that leads to a secluded wooden area. Everything seemed to go darker after that.

I then remembered something I didn't remember quite seeing.

I saw HER. She was sitting on the edge of the path on the grass, with one of those paper umbrellas over her head. I remember saying hi to her right before everything went blank. Next thing I know I'm in my bed with the same woman on my lap!

I kept thinking that this was just a pleasurable dream brought up by alcoholic consumption, but you don't feel things in dreams. No pain, no wind, nothing. So why can I feel the weight of this girl on me? And why the fuck am I in a kimono? Completely off topic but I question it nonetheless.

She let out another one of her giggles as she grind her hip against mine, making a slow, mixing movement. I sure as Hell felt that. She said something in Japanese again, but once more I couldn't understand it. Yet, like last time, my body obeyed the command, raising my hands up to her shoulders. My hands pushed the kimono off her shoulder, exposing her flesh.

My face heated up and she let out another giggle, she must find my bewilderment and heavy flushing amusing. She grabbed my hands and lead them to the sash around her waist. She made another command, and my hands pulled the cloth away, opening her kimono more.

The fear that I was a pedophile disappeared, as the two milky white mounds on her chest belonged to no little girl. She let the garment slid off her upper body, her eyes never leaving mine. She made the mixing motion with her hips again, and this time I found my voice. All the air in my lungs exploded out in a groan, I didn't know I was holding in my breath. She laughed, not the echoing giggle she's been doing, but a more deeper, seductive chuckle.

Since I found my voice I tried asking the girl who she was, but it disappeared just as fast as it appeared. She kept doing her circular grinding with her hips, all the while watching me with a malevolent look on her face. Her pink eyes shone brightly when a flash of lightning filled my room, and strangely, so did her teeth when she grinned.

It was only for a split second, but it'd looked like I wasn't even in my room. From where I lied I should see a picture of a lighthouse on the far wall. I saw a tapestry with a colorful design on it, and the wall was painted a dark purple beside the regular white. A new question stirred in my confused and bewildered mind: If I wasn't in my room, then where was I? She must have seen my confusion, for she slowed her motion and leaned down to me. Her hot breath blasted in my face, and it smelled of mint mixed with vanilla. She said something to me once more, but yet again I couldn't understand, but my body did. My hands moved up between me and her, and they sought for the ample flesh of her chest.

When my fingers went into contact, she made a slight squeak, which was replaced with another seductive chuckle. My hands kept moving, feeling whatever skin that was in their reach. She leaned back, and to my surprise was where my hands finally stopped. She let out another chuckle, along with a devilish smile, when she saw the increased blush to my face.

She spoke Japanese, this time more slower and coyly, and once more my hands where under her spell. My hands began to slowly kneed the plump flesh in their grasp, all the while being rewarded with a sigh, and another, more airy giggle. She limply laid her head back, her breathing becoming shorter and irregular, and her hips continuing their mixing motions from earlier.

Needless to say by this time the questions in my head where replaced with a curiosity of this woman on my lap. It seems I was her servant, and I was willingly obeying every command my mistress gave me. Fuck, I don't care how I got there or who she was at this point. I started to become more relaxed, and I even smiled a bit.

She must have felt my relaxation, for she looked down at me, and gave me a smile. It wasn't devilish or seductive, but sincere and kind, even mellowed me to see that.

Boy, that mellowness was gone when she made her next movement. She reached down for the remaining kimono around her waist and thighs, grabbing it and pulling it away from herself, discarding it with a toss. She let out another giggle when she looked back down to me, my face must have been beet red. Your face would be red too if you never had a fully naked woman on top of you. She said something in Japanese, only this time my body didn't do anything. She placed her hands on my chest, her fingers reaching into my kimono and gently caressing skin.

It was then, and I didn't realize before, her nails where quite long. She continued with the gentle tracing with her nails, opening my kimono with each movement.

I'm a pretty big fellow, so she's not caressing strong pecs and washboard abs. Then again, I don't think she really gives a damn.

I don't know how, and I don't know when, but the next thing I know was that my kimono was gone. Well, at least around my chest. She gave me a smile once more, followed by some Japanese, and soon she was twiddling with the sash around my waist, all the while humming to herself. This was just freaking me out, she was just enjoying herself, as if she planed this.

Very unlikely, I never seen her before this, so she shouldn't know me. Unless she was one of those woman who lead young men to her home, have her way with them and...

Oh shit! I'm going to die! I tried to move, but I couldn't! All the questions and everything came back in full force, and I was down right scared. I could feel my heart pumping rapidly, my breathing was becoming ragged and my vision blurred.

She must have sensed something wrong, because she stopped and looked down with a perplexed look. She could see my inner struggle, so she leaned down, and did something that made everything smoother, albeit more confusing.

A kiss.

Her lips where soft, and tasted like cherries. I caught another whiff of her breath. I was like a tiger cub being bathed for the first time, I went limp. Every muscle in my body just shut down, and apparently so did my mind. Mind went blank, and focused on the ebony haired goddess on my lap. Her kiss must have lasted a whole minute, and when she pulled away, it was her who was blushing now. Cutest damn thing I have ever seen.

Fuck it. If I'm going to die, at least I'll go with a smile on my face.

My hands moved, without a command, up to her waist, my fingers tracing her curves and her well rounded bottom. She gave me another blushing smile, and rewarded my renewed confidence with another, more intense and sensual kiss. She forced her tongue into my mouth, and it wormed to fight mine from dominance. I'll let her win, make her feel she has control over me. She does actually, I'm to scared shitless to make a pace, let her make her own.

My hands where feeling her thighs, committing her warm silky skin to memory. Her bottom was not to firm, but not to soft. It had an appealing heart shape to it, not to flat, and to much like a "Ghetto Booty." (I heard a friend say it once, referring to a bigger then normal bottom."

Everything about this woman was perfect, her long watery hair, her cherry red lips, even her skin would rival the moon in whiteness. I could feel her heartbeat against my own, and it as beating just as hard and fast as mine. The lavender in the air was replaced with a more heady and powerful smell.

Even though I never slept with a woman, and with the help of primal instincts, the aroma of female arousal was undeniable. Her long nails once more where on my chest as she pulled away from the long kiss, returning to her work of removing my sash. I was mellowed once more, and gave her no resistance.

Now, it was my kimono that was tossed aside, and her cheeks kept a constant rosy hue.

I came to think that maybe, just maybe I wasn't going to die, and this wasn't just a woman getting her sick kicks with a random drunk she picked off the streets. No. Maybe this was all real. No sick twisted game involved, no drunk hallucination, no me dying. But then what is this was just a pleasurable dream brought up by alcoholic consumption? Will these dream turn into a nightmare, or will it get more better?

Before I even could come up with a possible answer, she answered for me. Her warm hand was on me, but not on my chest, but more lower. Her hand made slow piston like movements, all the while returning her devilish smile and malevolent look. My voice returned again in another, more louder groan, but this time I didn't bother asking questions. The only think I could do was just lie there and allowed her to do what she wanted, but that didn't stop me to allow my hands to wander.

My hands once more returned to her chest, groping and fondling my earlier reward. Her face seemed to gleam when I did this, and her hand's piston motion became more stronger with an interesting fervor. My hands was no longer under her enchanting spell, but the look on her face almost automatically caused my hands to apply more feeling and kneading, almost in the same rhythm she was doing to me.

Dream, hallucination, game, whatever the fuck is going on, I just let it go, I'm enjoying myself, and with the slight bucking she was doing, I wasn't the only one. Hell, she must have been enjoying herself more then I with the moans she made.

She suddenly stopped her bucking and her hand motion, and looked down at me with a smile. I got that chilly, freaky "Vampire" vibe again. She said something Japanese, and my hands released her chest, dropping to her thighs. She said something else, and this time my eyes where under her control, as they closed.

I could feel her moving, and her hand was still on me.

She then started to whisper something, and this time I understood her. I watched enough movies where they spoke Japanese in it to know she was counting slowly. To what? I don't know, yet. When she reached "Five" (I think), she said it with a little bit more force, and almost instantly I was enveloped in a sheath of heat.

There goes my voice again, along with my breath. She let out a long moan, and her thighs quivered against my own. It doesn't take a genus to tell what just happened, but it still caught me off guard. She started to do the same mixing motions she did earlier, but the result was much more different. It was just some sensual grinding earlier, but now it was something else.

I winced from the mixing pleasure, and I finally opened my eyes. Holy Hell was she enjoying herself! Her head lied back limply, her back arching, and her breath came in deep uneven sighs. I was just blown back, and all I could do was just lie there. Soon her mixing became slow, tantalizing pumps, and she leaned forward, her hand pinning my shoulders down. (Like I was going anywhere). I could see her eyes was closed, and her mouth hung open in a silent moan.

Her amethyst gaze finally met my bewildered grey one, and just the evident lust and want in her eyes made my head spin and my face red. She leaned in closer to me, until once more those rosy lips where on me. Her fingers, once was on my shoulders, was now tangling themselves in my hair, long nails massaging my scalp.

I returned control of my hands, as they feel their way across her back, bringing her closer to me. She let a content moan into my mouth, and I swore I could feel her smile. Her pumps soon became bucks, wild bucks. She pushed herself away from me, raising herself up to return what she started. Once more her head limply fell back, her back arched and a long moan escaped her lips. My hands, though I wanted to return them to her thighs and let her do what she wanted, went back to her chest and kneaded her plump breasts. That seemed to coax her into a more faster pace.

I didn't know how long I was going to last. Amazingly, I regained control over my whole body, as I sat up to meat her. She held onto my head, saying something in Japanese. I couldn't understand her, not only because I don't understand Japanese period, but she was moaning to much for the words to actually meet, coming out in a disoriented fashion.

She kept repeating herself, apparently knowing how she sounded as well. Like my body was now able to comprehend what she was trying to say, my tongue licked across the perk, milky peaks of her mounds. She must have loved that, for her bucking became more powerful. It wasn't long till I was nursing on her like a newborn pup hungry for milk. I mean ravenously hungry.

She then kept repeating something, and my sucking amplified, along with her motions. It won't be long till I can't take anymore. But it wasn't I who was pushed over the edge first.

She suddenly grabbed my head and squeezed like a vice, throwing her head back and letting out a long, loud moan, her whole petite body shaking against me. All the shaking and the excitement was enough to not push, but throw me over the edge.

And boy was it a long drop. She sure as hell felt it, for her grip got more stronger, and her moan grew louder. All the air exploded from my lungs, yet no sounds where made, my whole body caught in a torrent of intense euphoria. I don't know who long I fell, felt like over ten minutes and probably was. She finally let go of me, letting me fall hard onto the bed. She fell forward, but quickly shot her hands out and supported her weight on my shoulders.

She was breathing heavy, sweat glistened off her light body and her amethyst eyes where dark and hazy. She causally moved a strand of black hair away from her face, giving me yet another smile. She said something to me before she leaned down to give me another kiss, and everything just melted away.

I awoke the next morning, the sun in my face, my head pounding like a jackhammer and the faint smell of lavender in the air. I noticed that I wasn't in my room, nor was I even in my house. Apparently, last night my sister's boyfriend came over to pick her and me up. He dumped me in his "Guest Bedroom", which was just a small empty room with an inflatable mattress. I wore the same clothing I wore to the party, a navy dress shirt with a pair of blue jeans.

I ask my sister about last night, and how I got to the house. She told me they found me passed out on a bench close to the path, and her boyfriend suggested to just dump me here.

Was the girl really a dream? All of it?

I never told anyone what happened, lest I sounded crazy and delusional. But it was what she said before I was knocked out. I asked a friend at school about it, (A girl who was really into the Japanese/Chinese subculture), and she told me what it meant.

I was still confused of the whole thing, so on the same day I went to the library to check it out. I went on the computer and found some interesting results.

Kitsune, is the Japanese word for fox. Foxes are a common subject of Japanese folklore. Stories depict them as intelligent beings and as possessing magical abilities that increase with their age and wisdom. Foremost among these is the ability to assume human form. While some folk-tales speak of kitsune employing this ability to trick others - as foxes in folklore often do - others portray them as faithful guardians, friends, lovers and wives.

Assume human form, magical powers, lover. Those words caught me over the others.

When we returned to my sister's friend's apartment a week later, I walk the same path I walk last week, hoping to find the woman again. I didn't, but there has been rumors of sightings of a red fox around the area, a very rare creature to a Florida suburb.

I myself have seen the creature as well, but I know better then to think it's just an animal.

That's my story, and I'm sticking to it. Something tells me that it won't be that last time I see her or hear her voice. Fuck, I still do to this day.