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, taunting her, and warning her that he was 
near. 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, the other 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 an 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 on 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 accepted 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 a 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 butt 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 necessity 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, breast 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 any 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 smile 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.

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