Chapter 11: Chapter 11

On the topic of throwing off, everyone’s train of thought was subject to that when a bright blue haired girl came in, stumbling from a slowdown as the flat-out run became a walk. She had a strange look about her. A gold ring hung from the middle of her nose, and a dozen other golden piercings were scattered across her lips, ears, and eyebrows. When her mouth fell open to pant, the glint of a ring in her tongue could be seen; making it obvious that this girl really enjoyed getting piercings. Kiko wondered if they were anywhere else as well, but gave herself a quick mental slap at that. She wasn’t going to turn into a deviant in response to her fear of sexual commitment.
“I’m sorry I’m late Mistress, I set the alarm for pm, rather than am” She told Queenie, still panting hard. Kiko’s eyes bulged at the title, and looked to Queenie with suspicious eyes. Mistress?! The whole idea that the girl’s voice was cute and light didn’t even find purchase in Kiko’s mind, despite how many piercings were adorning her face and the rather amusing disparity between the two.
“It’s fine Ceal. Not like this is important or anything” Queenie replied, sarcasm dripping heavy and thick from her tone, before snapping her fingers and pointed to a point next to her. Queenie caught Kiko’s glare as she waited for Ceal to come, but just gave an apologetic smile. Which turned to a grimace when Ceal tripped over her own feet and hit the mat.
“This miscoordinated klutz is my assistant Ceal. She might seem a useless bint right now, but I like her. I am Overseer Queenie; you can call me Overseer if you wish. If any of you decide to be over familiar and call me Queenie, then I will drag you to my bedroom and roughly exhaust you there before forcing you to repeat today’s training” It was a threat that was just like the Demon girl, and seemed decidedly directed at Kiko. A threat to bridge the gulf growing between them maybe? She was just the right temperament to try such ham-handed actions.

The sudden explicit threat had shocked the recruits, and some were interested at the unsurprised look on Kiko’s face. It implied she knew the sensual woman up there threating people with exhaustive cardinal activities and then forced exercise. Kiko looked around and saw in the eyes of people looking at her that if anything happened, they would hide behind Kiko as a buffer from the woman. Great. Now she was going to have to decide if she was on the side of the recruits, or Queenie, who would have no problem, at all taking her here and now if she warranted it. Queenie flashed Kiko a grin that meant the woman knew exactly what the fox girl was thinking and then carried on with her speech.
“You are here because you were physically active before being recruited into SIR. Some of you did gym, some of you learned martial arts, a few of you did both. But now you are here and you will learn how I say. I do not care about what you think you know, and if you dislike that then I invite you to come up to the stage and show exactly what you know with dear Ceal here” Queenie finished. A ripple of giggles ran through the recruits. Ceal looked to be the kind of person to swing a punch and hit herself. And you just had to tug on one of her piercings and she was putty. This thought clearly ran through the mind of a rather large man, who stepped up with a sneer. She recognized him as he called attention to himself. A man who competed in boxing at a national level, Quasi-human bracket.

Queenie nodded at the man, and gave an order for everyone to clear some space, clearing the mat for Ceal and the man.
“Alright. Three-minute round. First to surrender loses. If you lose, then your ego will be punished by making you have to follow everything she says for a day. Of course if you win then she will have to do everything you say” Queenie explained. A lewd grin stretched across the big man’s face, as he towered over the girl. It was going to be over in seconds, and then the cute girl was going to be forced into indentured servitude for the day, all because of Queenie’s boasting. Kiko had half a mind to step in and stop this, but Queenie seemed to sense that train of thought and gave her a glance dissuading Kiko of that course of action. “Ok. Take stances” Queenie ordered. The big man took a solid position, showing skill as well as size and strength. Ceal just looked on, as awkward and shy as the moment she had entered. Setting her jaw, Kiko watched and intended to have some words with Queenie later. “And, begin!”

The big man wasted no time and rushed in, quick for his size, and agile as well. No boxer could survive on strength alone, and this was why he was the representative for his country in global boxing contests. An unrestrained fist flew towards Ceal’s gut and the girl looked liable to break a rib when that connected, but it never did. The earlier prediction that the fight would be over in seconds was correct, but nobody had guessed to whom it would go. In a flurry of moment too fast to catch, Ceal had the man on the ground, standing over him with his arm in a clutch just shy of dislocating it, and a foot on his shoulder. A simple twitch and he would have an arm dislocated from its shoulder. The loud thud of him hitting the mat shocked several people, one of them even letting out a cute yelp of surprise. The man struggled, trying to use his formidable strength to force his way out of the hold, but it was perfect, and kept him latched to the ground as if he was stuck in a tar pit.
“I suggest you surrender, big guy. Ceal’s got a rather disturbing fetish, she likes to hear people’s bones snap, and you are in prime position to indulge her” Queenie put in. Ceal’s focused face turned a deep red and she looked to Queenie frantically.
“Mistress! I don’t do that anymore!” She exclaimed, keeping the big guy in the hold as if all his squirming and writhing didn’t matter in the slightest. ‘anymore’ implying that she did it at one point, was all that the man needed to tap rapidly on the mat, surrendering to this waif of a girl.

“Well, that’s game. And a good first lesson. The creatures you are going to be up against can’t always judge what they can do from first glace. You’ve got to be on guard and never underestimate your opponent, or you will probably be eaten” She told the group. Ceal had let her opponent go the moment he had tapped, but he stayed on the ground, seething in anger.
“That was bullshit! What kind of trick did she use?!” He barked, his muscles seeming to grow and distort as he lost control over his form and it turned back towards his Ogre roots.
“Ceal here, is a Slyph. Their unfortunate mentality compels them to focus on a singular thing to the exclusion of anything else. Only mastery will allow them to move on to something else. Ceal’s mind focused on Combat, which she mastered a few decades ago. She has about three hundred and fifty years of combat experience, so you stood no chance against her. It was a rigged fight from the start, I just wanted to demonstrate that you shouldn’t judge a klutz by her stumble” Queenie continued, ruffling the girl’s blue hair and smiling down at her. Ceal had such a look of contentment on her face from the petting, Kiko thought she might blow a gasket right here in front of everyone. But she kept it together, even when Queenie whispered in her ear. No doubt lewd and horrifying to hear, from the way Ceal turned into the same colouration as a tomato.

“Right, now we are done showing off, listen up” Queenie exclaimed, looking to everyone and then back to Ceal.
“Form up into pairs, and we will begin unarmed sparring. I want a good five-minute match so I can see where you need help and what you excel in” she then started pointing out pairs, leaving Kiko out as there was an odd number. Then paring Kiko with Ceal, like Queenie had planned it or something. The blue haired Slyph came forward and Kiko had a much greater appreciation for her abilities, which led the five-minute match to be one filled with a deeper air of caution than she would have ever given the girl before she took out the Ogre. Ceal managed to restrain herself and match Kiko, making it a hard-pushed workout rather than an ego-destroying match that she had had with the Ogre. Kiko even managed to get a conversation out of the girl while they fought.
“So, Mistress huh?” Kiko started. Ceal blushed deeply and faltered for a moment, but the young Kitsune didn’t take advantage of that and let her recover. It took a whole minute of mock fighting before Ceal even spoke, however.

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“She sort of owns me. It’s our culture to give ourselves to one that can best us in our chosen art. Although I was a fool to accept a challenge from the Ever-Burning Lady. So I honour our culture, and my ancestors” Ceal then finished her explanation with a rapid movement that launched Kiko over her flip and saw her deposited none-to-gently on the floor.
“Ow…” Kiko muttered, getting up as Ceal looked worried.
“Was that too much?” She asked, an intense look of concern plastered over her face. Kiko gave her a disarming smile and got back up, brushing herself off.
“No, no. It was fine. Don’t worry about it dear. So, what all this about Ever-Burning Lady? I have never heard that term before, definitely not referring to Queenie” Kiko’s curiosity pushed her to ask what this title meant. It was clearly related to her Demonic heritage, as she could use fire, but what it meant…she was unsure. And it seemed Ceal was not in the mood to share that little tit-bit.

Mumbling something about not being hers to tell, Ceal pushed the next two minutes so that Kiko couldn’t focus on anything other than the fight. And so she did just that, getting her ass thoroughly, but educationally, kicked by the piercing-covered Slyph. When Queenie finally called an end to the match, Kiko caught her breath in the break, and made a plan to get information from the girl. Wait till she as naked, and then take advantage of the rings most probably located elsewhere around the cute girl’s body. The thought snapped Kiko out of the planning session, and she shook her head, denying that she would ever do something like that. She was no pervert, no lecher, and definitely not someone to force a girl to do something she didn’t want to do. Her mind was mess, focus was difficult, and she had so many unbidden thoughts, going from disgust at all sexual activity to being a tormenting pervert so fast it gave her whiplash. Queenie gathered the recruits and got them in a line, and began to speak, which gave Kiko something to focus on.

“Ok, you are as good as you say. Most of this will be refining your present physicality and keeping it sharp, but also teaching you some close quarters stuff. Hand to hand and knife work. Guns are good, but knives don’t jam, and gave give you more satisfaction that whatever it is you are swinging at is dead when you stick it through its skull. Specialized close quarter weapons shall be available as extra-curricular, but a silver knife and an iron knife are standard issue to all SIR agents. Knowing how to use this seemingly small bit of kit may save your life in the field. They may lack the reach of a sword and the punch of a gun, but they are easy to pull out, quick to use, and can slip through gaps better than most” She explained, before smiling. “But that is for later. Right now, we are going to make use of the expansive building to get some cardio done. Being able to outrun a Hell Hound is literally a matter of life and death” Queenie didn’t sugar coat anything, it seemed, and git everyone lined up on the track, before getting them running.

She set a harsh pace, anyone who fell behind would get eaten, she said. What being eaten entailed, was unclear, but by the eight-hundred-meter mark, Kiko was falling behind.
“You’ve got hooves, it’s totally unfair” Kiko exclaimed breathlessly as she ran. The rest of the group joined in, voicing exhausted disdain of Queenie’s extended run because she had the legs to do it whereas the lesser Quasi-humans, and the humans, did not. So Queenie stopped and grinned broadly.
“It was only near a Kilometre, but Rome wasn’t razed in a day. Fine, you’ve got the rest of the day free” She then pointed over to a door in the distance. “That way are showers, no peaking on the other person, or I will set fire to your genitals. This is the only mandatory period in your schedule, but you are encouraged to pick up some extra activities related to the division you wish to join. I head the Assault Teams, generally found here or at my quarters, of which you are welcome to come by any time and try to broker some preferential treatment. Elis is the head of the Intelligence division, mostly found by following the smell of nerd and takeout food to the Computer labs, Bruyn is the head of the Rifles, located in the firing range, and Lasadora is in command of the Standardized Foot Teams. You don’t find Lasadora, you just make your interest known and they will find you” Queenie didn’t seem worried at all that she made Lasadora sound like some psychopathic nutjob, and just headed off, letting people mill off to the showers. Kiko scratched her head intensely and tried to get the idea of tormenting Ceal out of her head. Between that and her scars, she just couldn’t bring herself to go to the showers with everyone else. Eventually she came to the conclusion of just waiting for everyone to be done with their showering before going there herself. Which gave her some time to look around.

This Room of Physical Prowess was big, and possessed a great deal of exercise equipment. And the massive track they had just been forced to run around like mad people. The gym she populated was scant and pathetic compared to this one, made her think that she was getting ripped off with the membership fees. But, then SIR was the best when it came to a lot of things, they needed to be or they wouldn’t have lasted this long. On experiment, she produced her tail and walked towards one of the dumbbells. Focusing intensely, she connected a string from her tail to the bell. So it wasn’t just her going mad, she really could expand a string to control things. Lifting it was a different matter, as she strained upwards and found herself unable to lift it up off its base. Maybe there was a sort of limit to the power she was able to exert with her tail? Asha would be the girl to talk to, after she dealt with her mother’s clan. So much to do, she was a busy fox these days. Like a bee. A bee fox. A Box. Kiko, was a box. It was now official.

With her new title, she turned to the showers, and skipped off merrily, only to be yanked to a stop mid skip, reminded that she was still connected to the dumbbell. She was really dumb to forget that, so maybe she fit being attached to it. Regardless, she needed to let go of it before going anywhere, or spontaneously lift it off it it’s cradle and drag it with her. Option two, she didn’t have the strength for, so she let go of it. Or at least tried. Nothing she thought of was actually working for severing the connection. So she walked up close to it, and started biting it, like she was going to get through it with her teeth, or something insane. Insane or not, it worked, and it frayed until finally snapping and retracting into her tail. What possessed her to bite it, she had no idea, but that was the fun of being her, after all. You never knew what was coming next with Kiko~. Or something to that effect. She needed to fix that, sort her mind out, stop shying away from everything like it was going to bite her head off, and woman up. But it wasn’t that easy. To think that something like that could happen again, and to manage to put the memories of that time to the back of her head. It wasn’t easy. She wasn’t even sure if she could manage it. It felt like it would stick with her forever. But thinking on it would get her nowhere, and so she had to just go get a shower and work from there. And so that is what she did, heading to the shower with slightly less merriness than she had started with. Her mind was much more morbid now. These mood swings sucked. She tried to get back the elation she felt about being a box but couldn’t muster anything, and so just slunk off to get clean.

Fortunately, she had waited long enough and nobody was around, so she was free to feel the fall of the water on her face and be liberated from her emotional distress. This was where peace was found, in the fall of water, the constant noise as it fell from the showerhead to the ground, and the constant feeling of it hitting her skin, as if it was washing away not only her physical dirt and sweat, but also the mental buildup. Eventually she’d have to get out and deal with the real world again, and that would suck, but right now she was free to convince herself that life was good and she didn’t have any problems. It was a nice delusion. She used it to pool some water in her hands and then drop it all at once to revel in the noise, such an action a childish appeal but an eternal appeal.

However, it was a delusion that was shattered when she finished. Not because she had finished, she was still in calm mode until the scent of blood hit her nose. Her legs jittered and she couldn’t help but bite her lip roughly to try and retain some semblance of control. It didn’t work, and she lost herself entirely. So when a man appeared, suave smile and strange uniform, Kiko could only smile in a semi-lucid fashion. The source of the blood was from his wrist, where he had cut himself. He must have known that Kiko had some fixation with blood.
“Well, you are a patch-work, aye little foxie?” He asked, taking out some small camera and snapping a few shots of her naked body. A small part of Kiko’s mind made her think that this was a terrible thing to happen, but the rest of it was too frenzied to do much more than give him a nice pose to look at while he was snapping his pictures. Once that was done, he walked up to her, and kissed her neck softly. “Now I got some insurance against stupidity, let’s have some fun” he barely got his sentence out before Kiko jumped him. She ripped off his pants and mounted his shaft with vicious intensity, grinding and sliding up and down without much care that he was more hurt than pleasured by her. He enticed a madness in her, and now he was paying the price. Needing to smell him bleed, even more than she needed to quench the fire that had suddenly sprouted in her loins, her claws raked his chest, her nails suddenly distorting and become sharp and pointed when she smelled the blood. He let out silence shrieks of pain as she sliced him up, and immediately regretted his decision. He had no idea what he had gotten himself into, only that the tool his brother had given him had lit up, and he said when it did that, it would lead her to a girl that was ready for a wild time. Which, was true, he just assumed it was a time that would be less claws more sex. After she’d drained him of several loads, he was allowed to crawl off and bleed somewhere. The Kitsune no longer cared for that toy. The feral part of Kiko’s mind growled in victory as she believed he would not be around again. But another part of her, knew he would return with better preparation. Men rarely gave up on sex like what Kiko had just given easily.

It took her several minutes to recover, the feral minded Kiko simply prowling the showers looking for something else to take, but not finding it. And then she huddled in the corner, clutching her knees. She had no idea what had just happened, but it was like she was watching her own body though a monitor, able to see but unable to stop it from doing what she was so radically trying to avoid. She spent a long time in the showers, scrubbing herself until she split the skin and started bleeding. Terrified, she stared at it for a few moments before realizing it was not her own that set her off. Just someone else’s. This was crazy Kitsune crap. She needed to talk to someone, and it needed to be now. Quickly towelling off and then throwing her uniform on, she stormed through the building, still wet hair trailing behind her until she barged into Lysaida’s office.
“Where’s Asha?” Kiko demanded. Lysaida looked back with blank eyes, as if gauging Kiko’s mental state and determining how she had to react to the sudden intrusion and rude demand. The fury and ragged look to her eyes, as well as the smell the shower had not managed to fully clean, convinced Lysaida to act with an even hand.

“She is currently in her office. I can take you there, but your mother’s clan is still waiting for you and they are getting passive aggressive with how long it is taken you to go see them. I explained you were new to this whole thing, but they are still pretty haughty” she spoke softly, soothingly, but Kiko was too riled to calm down. She kept wondering if her Kitsune mentality would kick in, but it never did.
“Tell them to meet me in the reception in about an hour. I have something I need to sort out first” Kiko then turned and stormed out, making a bee-line for Asha’s office.
“Well, dam. Any clue what that was about?” asked a man, who had been stood unseen until this moment.
“Not in the slightest, but I am going to find out” She replied, picking up a phone and starting to dial.

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