Green texts inspired by the following exchange, though I went with a slightly more magical and less explosive variant.
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Why go after the foreign kitsune when you can go after the local variety? The spoken of in rumor american Hickitsune. Similar tricks, similar sneaky nature at times, but generally less magical. Save for their own fox fire which is a good bit stronger... ask the vietsune about that.
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That's... kinda too good a concept for a silly post on 4chan. That should become a thing.
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American Kitsunes using a special brand of fox fire to flush out Charlie from his dirt hole? I'd fund it. Fire solves many problems.
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I'm getting art of it at some point. Hickitaune does incredibly redneck things like fishing with an M1 garand when the fish aren't biting good. Being able to summon explosives ranging from snappers to tnt. And of course
"apocalypse now" napalm strike style fox fire
Hickitsune
be Anon on hiking trail in Appalachia.
start hearing loud pops in the distance.
reach a weird fork in the trail
the nicer path is headed downhill and you take it
pops get louder and louder as you descend and the trail approaches the bank of large river
someone short is standing there with a broad straw hat
...and three fox tails sticking out the back of their overalls?
as they turn you can tell its not a person at all
the fox girl doesn't notice you as she claps her hands
when she opens them up a lit M-80 appears and she quickly chucks it up river
a moment later there's that familiar pop and a few fish float to the surface
shes ready with her net and scoops them out
she turns down river to scoop the last one and sees you
"Hey stranger!" she yells out with a wave
"what are you?" is all you can stammer out
shes stabbing the fish, gill through mouth, with a rope that has a dozen other fish mounted similarly
"we got lots of names from your folk" she says "I'm partial to Hickitsune, myself"
"Hic-kitsune?"
"yep"
she takes her fishing net and and taps the end of it on the ground
it flies in the air and shrinks down to the size of pen before sticking itself in her straw hat
"we're the forest folk, makers of the mountain dew, keepers of flame and fulmination, guides to the lost"
"I'm not lost, I followed this trail..."
you turn around to find no trail at all, just bare forest.
"you came down my wandering path and got yourself lost" she said grinning
she walks up to you and hands you the coil of fish
"tell you what, come up to my den and we'll eat up some of these fish"
"then I can put you back on the path that gets you home before sundown"
you were getting hungry and this experience seemed too surreal to pass up
you take the fish from her and give her a nod
she turns around and with a wave of her hand something like a breeze went up the mountain
it blew away leaves
roots and stones formed stairs
a path cleared itself from the woods
"we make our own way through these woods" she said with a wink and a skip.
you followed her up the mountain
but ascending was much harder than descending and you were starting to get winded
she turned around to look at you with a smirk
she pulled a bottle from her hip, which quickly grew into a comically sized mason jar
despite it's heft she carried it to you like it was nothing
"take a swig of this. it'll put a little pep in your step"
before you could object the jar was to your lips
pure liquid fire poured into your mouth
the pain instantly gave way to a miraculous warmth that spread through your whole body once you swallowed
you stood up straight, comfortably drunk from one mouthful
the forest seemed magnified
the colors and sounds now had sharper contrast
the beauty of this place was enhanced almost to the point of being overwhelming
you look up at your host with a wide grin
shes laughing "you take to that a little too well!"
she slapped her knee and the jar disappeared
you're following her up the path effortlessly now
her "den" revealed itself to be a small cabin resting on a curiously flat part of the mountainside
a stream of clear fresh water flowed behind it
an ancient looking moonshine still sat nearby
you set down your pack against the cabin and the two of you cleaned the fish in the stream.
at a large circle of stones she waved her hands and smoke began to billow forth
the fish were laid out over the stones and started to cook
she produced her jug again, taking a drink herself before offering it to you as well
you had to sit down after that
you watched the hypnotizing vapors of the fire pit until the fish were done
after eating you were still unable to stand
she produced a banjo and started gently strumming
belly full and dew drunk you listened to her play for what felt like hours
she sung songs in English and in a tongue you never heard as the night went on
firefly's, larger than you had ever seen before, flashed and shined around the cabin
"I'm sorry stranger, I promised to get you back on home before sundown and got carried away"
the sun was down and you drunkenly looked up
you stared into the abyss of stars above that sparkled and danced like they were alive
"Is's Ohkay" you slurred "I'm havin fun"
"you can stay the night with me and I'll set you right by morning"
she took your hand and you could walk again
the cabin was cozy and more spacious than it appeared from outside
you had to sit on the bed once she let go of your hand
the door shut behind her and kerosene lanterns turned on by themselves
she tossed her hat to a hook on the wall and removed her overalls
she gently helped you take off your clothes and kissed your body as she went
you laid back onto the bed and she followed you
you couldn't tell if it was the dew effecting your senses but her body felt like nothing you had experienced before
her fur felt like cool water that decided to stop flowing around your fingers
her lithe frame was heavy as if made of stone
there was no discomfort but you knew that you moved or didn't move by her permission alone
her scent was the intoxicating combination of every wildflower you could remember smelling
and many more you weren't sure existed
she ceased her kissing and rose up to mount you
the supernatural creature gyrated her hips and you felt like you could move again
you rolled her over and started thrusting
her moans came to your ears like those alien songs from earlier
her tails wrapped around your legs and waist and seemed to grow to reach wherever she wanted them to
you caressed every bewitching inch of her
for hours you made love to her, never tiring in spirit nor in flesh
she forced your face into her chest as she came
and she sang her final rapturous song for the evening
you laid together and she hummed a tune
it filled the entire cabin but never rose in volume
she played with your hair until you fell asleep.
you woke up suddenly
it was morning and you were sitting on the trail propped up against a tree
across from you was your hiking pack
you asked yourself if it was all a dream as you stood up
grabbing your pack you noticed something new, a small jar sitting on top of it
you popped the cork and that magical scent came back to you
you took the tinniest of sips and suddenly recognized the trail
to the west would take you back to your car and on to civilization
and to the east, to the east you heard faint popping sounds in the distance
you stood for a long time before deciding which direction to go
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Well that was a nice little story. Just enough to be complete, with a little extra to wonder just how a Japanese spirit made it's way to Appalachia.
Origin Story
late 1600's, early 1700's Tokugawa shogunate is oppressing Christians
whole families are kicked out (including non-believers who are just related to Christians)
the head of a large family is executed after his recent conversion
the rest of the family find way onto a ship with Portuguese merchants
comedy of errors puts them through a number of ships and ports
British merchants finally drop them off in colonial America
they move out to the mountains inland and away from the foreign cities
it weirdly reminds them of their own lost lands back in the heart of Japan
they reject Christianity and build their shrines for their own worship
life in the new land is hard
they get caught between the expansion of the whites and the Indian tribes
the family dwindles and quickly dies off
but not before a little guardian fox spirit is born in the shrine
she learns what she can from the native spirits though they too are on the run
she watches over the new residents and helps those who would let her
a little fox fire to guide the lost is all she can muster though
in time new kinds of fire comes to the forest
men make water that burns and sticks that crack like thunder
they love the mountains as much as she does
she learns their ways and their songs and guards over them
she distracts and misguides the other men that seek out their hidden holds
they notice enough of her work to thank her even though they don't know her name
when they drink too much of their spirits she even pays them a visit
they don't seem to mind a fox on two legs with two tails when they've been drinking their dew
time passes by and they go away too
she wishes there were more humans but they only seem to walk through now
their passing reverence of the mountains sustains her
she's grown stronger with age, much more so with her third tail
she wishes one human could see her, she wishes one would stay
Hickitsunes themselves could have been much more of a myth until prohibition hit and a large number of the fluffy gals and guys ended up sharing beds and homes with people against the law making hooch. A shiner with a fast car might be able to evade the police, but a shiner with a fox gal by his would vanish on a beam of moonlight and never be found.
be Anon running hootch in 1927
going solo tonight, your partner got arrested in a raid last week
you're down in the Ozarks
a good ole boy is loading up the car and you're nervous
you're always nervous on the return run to Chicago, but going solo is making it worse
good ole boy tells you it's a night for the mountain spirits as your paying him
the man's been drinking too much of his product in your opinion
you start down the road just before midnight
the souped up shocks make the bumpy country highway relatively smooth
passing by an open field showered in moonlight
you're distracted at the view for a moment too long
turning back to the road and find that you're about to run over a girl standing in the middle of it
you hit the brakes and pray the hootch doesn't dislodged itself
you jump out of the stopped car and look around
there's nothing there, damn redneck spooked you with all that talking about spirits is all
you light a cigarette and get back in the boiler
an hour goes by, its going to be a long night sticking to back roads like this
you barrel through an intersection with a closed gas station
a copper pulls out from behind the billboard and hits a siren
you hit the gas and look in your rear view
you don't see the cop or the road though
all you see is a pair of eyes shining like the moon
you turn around and there's nothing there but the copper
you can go crazy later now's the time to make a getaway
you turn back and there's a girl in the passenger seat
"what the hell?" you scream and almost swerve off the road
shes not really a girl, shes a silver fox in the shape of a girl with too many tails
her white dress sparkles like star shine
"you better speed up or hes going to get you" she grins
ok the fox girl talks
even if you are going crazy you'd rather be crazy on the outside of the pen and hit the gas
the fox girl screams in excitement as you pull away from the cop
hes vanishing in the dust
you pass through an intersection and he drops off entirely
"aww, that's it?" the fox girl says disappointed
yeah that was too easy, but you got to deal with her right now
"what, what are you? am I going nuts?"
she leans over and reaches into your jacket to pullout your cigarettes
"I'm a hic-kitsune and I've been watching you drive these roads for months"
she puts a cigarette in your mouth
one of her tails wraps around your neck like living smoke
another one weaves through your arms
she puts her index finger, claw, to the cigarette and a little flame appears to give you a light
"seemed like it would be fun to come along since you're on your own tonight"
she lights her own cigarette off of yours
"but your chaser gave up so quickly..." she put her legs up on the dash and sunk into the seat
yeah that was bothering you
this stretch of highway was going on for a ways, no turns offs, no intersections
you figured out why after another mile
up ahead, an intersection with a half a dozen cars on it
these guys were feds and the local boy chased you right to them
"oh this is much better!" the fox said happily
you look over to see a maniacal grin on her face
luckily these feds were amateurs
they blocked off the roads, but in the middle of empty farmland
you hit the ditch at the right angle and fly across the dusty field
they're scrambling to get back in their cars as you cut back onto the highway
you quickly pull away and wonder how they knew
did your partner spill the beans about the run?
"they're catching up!" the fox girl says leaning out the window
what? you look back quickly and they're gaining
they must have gotten wise and built their own cars
this is the part where your partner would normally get out the chopper and give em a reason to back off
you look in the back at the case but you can't drive and shoot
"you want to help me out here?" you ask the fox girl
that toothy grin tells you all you need to know
you're sweating bullets trying to think about how to talk her through this
you hear a click, she's already opening the case
she pops the drum of the tommy gun in and pulls back the bolt like shes done it a thousand times
she whips open the door and hangs out of it, her tails acting like extra limbs
one tail holding open the door, two more holding onto the seat
shes spraying bullets at the coppers and laughing like mad
one of the coppers goes into a ditch and the others hit the brakes
but she keeps shooting
"you won't hit them from this far!" you yell
she's still firing
she should have run out of bullets by now...
a bottomless magazine isn't exactly the weirdest thing about tonight
you see another copper hit the ditch, looked like a popped tire
she comes back into the car
the gun is smoking and the barrel glowing when she tosses it on floorboards
"get ready for some real speed" she says
she steps onto the roof of the car and you're sticking your head out the window to see what shes doing.
she pulls out a silver flask as her tail removes your gas cap
she upends the flask and a clear liquid pours out, but it doesn't fall to the ground
the strange substance snaked its way into the tank like it had a mind of its own
the flask seemed to be as bottomless as her bullets
she stopped pouring and reset the gas cap
she pulled herself into your lap and wrapped her arms around your neck "get ready!" she yelled
the engine started to roar and you were pressed into the seat by the acceleration
fire was spitting out under the hood and the speedometer had already topped out
the ground was flying away under your headlights
you weren't even thinking about the coppers while trying to control the demon your car had become
it didn't help that she was laughing and hollering in your ear the whole time
you're terrified the engine is going to blow but it holds together somehow or another
you're back down to a normal speed but you are way off course
"turn right up here" she whispers into your ear
she's kissing your neck and you're too keyed up to object
its a dirt road and you're going slower
you slam on your breaks as you approach an old wooden bridge
"keep going" she says as her hand wanders under your shirt to rub your chest
the shaky bridge holds up and you cross the broad shallow creek to the other side
she whistles a tune and you hear the bridge collapse in the distance
a few more miles of dirt road puts you out to another highway
you recognize a silo in the distance, this is one of your back up routes
without that bridge it would take anyone else an hour to get to this detour
you back up the car and turn it off
"don't worry you can go and I'll keep their eyes from finding you"
she took off your hat and put it on herself with a grin
"I need a breather first" you say opening the door
she hops out and you follow
she's taller than you imagined and she has that flask out again
she takes a swig and hands it to you
"I.. I don't drink when I'm running"
"just a sip for your nerves" she hands it to you
you take it an and she adds "only a sip"
you've tasted a lot of hootch in your life and never had anything like this
if moonlight had a flavor this would be it
you lean against the car and a calm washes over you
you open your eyes and her silver fur shines
she slips out of her dress and presses herself against you
your belt and pants fall to the ground through some magic of hers
you enter her and she she leans against you and the car
shes so light that you can move her however you want
her claws delicately cup your face as she kisses you deeply
as your pace picks up she breaks away to lustily pant
you bury your face in her ample blossom
the clouds part and you are bathed in moonlight as you both reach climax
you dress yourselves and get back in the car
shes lying with her head in your lap and her feet out the window as you share a cigarette
"you know I'm going all the way to Chicago, right?" you ask
"I think it's time for me to see a city" she said
with that you started the car and took off
the hours lost by the chase must have been mitigated by your passenger because you arrive on time at the drop
you didn't expect anyone to be there but your boss is waiting for you
you look at your passenger to find that she has turned into an actual silver fox
the boss comes to your passenger window and tells you he needs to have a talk about your former partner
as he walks away you quietly ask the fox if other people can see her
she slowly closes her eyes and a slight shake of the head lets you know they can't
you leave the car and she follows you out to the warehouse
its hard not to feel a bit safer with her by your side