Legend of Daji: The Business Floof
Or Kitsu got mad that all the good foxxo Taylor fics were dropped, and decided to pull a Thanos.
Disclaimer: There will be lewd omakes in the QQ version, so head there if you're horny and just want seggs.
Also, this is a Sequel Spinoff for a story I wrote with
@Crystalwatcher on QQ. If you want to read that first, go ahead, but I'm both not legally allowed to link you to The Holy Lance's Emotional Support Floof because it's very lewd and graphic, and it is not actually necessary to read it to enjoy this one.
Other than that? Not actually that much to warn you about besides mild violence, foxes being foxes, and dragons geniunely being both decent parents for some odd reason, and terrifying enemies for more obvios ones. Just don't be a dick and I won't ignore you from my threads yeah?
Anyways, I hope you enjoy~
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"Oya? What do we have here?" A strange voice called out to a young woman trapped within the depths of her mind. "You can open your eyes you know? I won't bite~" She claimed, her voice oddly playful and teasing despite her current situation.
Repress. She didn't need a meltdown right now.
Taylor Hebert, the unlucky target of a long, drawn out bullying campaign that lasted all the way into her senior years of high school took a deep breath — absently noting that it was clean and free of filthy obstructions — before opening her eyes to greet the stranger. The very foxy stranger.
Light pink hair done up in a fancy tie of some sort, generous curves complemented by a dark dress with designs simply made to attract attention from any onlooker to strategic areas. It was clear that this woman knew her appeal, and was using it effectively to hide just how dangerous she truly was.
"Who are you, and what do you want from me?" she asked her apparent kidnapper, now brutally aware of her own situation. After all, if this cape wanted her dead, she already would be, so she might as well see if she could learn more about her. She had even cleaned her up a bunch by the looks of it, so she clearly had some plans for her.
"Hmm? Well, who I am isn't that important right now, but if you need a name? I guess you could refer to me as the Daji of another world? Or something along those lines at least." The pink haired woman claimed with a swish of her ridiculously fluffy tail. Seriously, foxlike tails shouldn't be that cute on a fully grown woman. It was a crime against her already fragile sanity.
Wait a minute. Something important was said just a moment ago. "Another world? You mean like Earth Aleph?"
"Something like that~" Daji giggled at her with a small, but dangerous smile. "As for what I want from you? Nothing much really. Just become an anchor for me in your world in case I need to run away from home, and use my power to build yourself a little empire of your own for my amusement." That sounded pretty tough, depending on what her powers were. Was she some sort of power granting trump?
It didn't add up, so she needed to know more before she could commit to anything. It was obvious what she needed to ask as well, so she decided to start from the most important. "What happens if I say no? What if I'm not qualified to do it?"
The woman narrowed her eyes and let out a bark of laughter. It wasn't a nice sound at all. "What makes you think you have a choice?" The woman asked her with a hint of malice in her tone. "You would have died back there with those wanna be Nazis, covered in trash and refuse and left to rot. I already used my power on you to save you and fix you back up, so if you refuse I'll just replace you entirely with a copy of myself instead."
Well then. Wasn't that terrifying. At least she showed her true colors finally? Taylor shivered at the thought of what her dad would feel, her body being used as a mindless puppet by some horrifying Master/Trump.
"What's stopping you from doing it anyways?" Taylor asked with a hint of worry coloring her tone. She was absolutely terrified of this strange cape, and it was hard to keep from passing out from her own hyperventilation.
"Honestly, nothing. But keeping your soul intact instead of devouring it like a tasty little morsel will mean it can grow beyond my current limitations, and if I do a bit of patching up with bits and pieces cast off of my own where yours is currently worn down, you can become something utterly unique and interesting to watch from afar." She smirked, approaching with slow, predatory steps. "Besides, my Original and her Husband from my Earth would be very pleased with me if I shared my power with you and helped you grow into it a little more with a tiny boost, and would most definitely reward me for providing my NFF Services to you as well."
"Oh." Taylor said with a small squeak, looking down at her feet unconsciously as she realized that she could very well be stepping in a metaphorical minefield of fuckery she really didn't want to know about. If it would keep the crazy cape from turning her into a meat puppet though? She would definitely make note of it for later.
"Yes, Holy Lance is quite keen on having my Original reward me for good behavior, and her Emotional Support Floof is more than willing to provide me with anything I desire back home as long as I follow her rules and support her husband's goals and ensure their continued health and wellbeing." The pink fox woman explained, a hint of mirth shining clear in her golden eyes behind her rectangular glasses as she leaned in close. Why was she getting so close? What was she trying to do?
Daji kissed her on the forehead, imparting a strange sensation directly into her mind, a power of sorts flowing deep within her core. Her body began to tingle all over before settling down with a strange feeling of warmth and power suffusing every part of her body.
A moment passed. And then two. Then, after the third, she inhaled sharply as a brand new tail erupted from the end of her spine, her body shifting to match the woman before her exactly. She was most definitely worried that she had been tricked somehow, but the knowledge that the woman had also imparted with her brief moment of contact pointed out that they had been in physical contact the entire time, and that yes, this really was just a mental representation of a chat between their minds —their souls, the imparted knowledge corrected her again — and she was filled with a sense of hunger she never knew was possible.
A hunger so deep and foul that she thought she would even be capable of consuming a single challenger meal in one sitting. It was too much for her.
And then it wasn't, and her body felt fine once more. Strange, but she knew better than to complain to Daji's face. Especially when it was benefitting her in some way.
"Hmm. That will have to do for now," the fox woman said with a small smile on her glistening pink lips. "Now go on my young fox-child, wake up and enjoy your new life~"
"What the —" She began to say as a tail that was glowing with all the power of the sun reached out and snatched the Parahuman away, the sheer brightness causing her to wake up with a startled yelp.
"Fuck!" She put her hand to her chest in an attempt to feel her racing heartbeat and calm herself, only to find herself grasping her much larger chest with a startled gasp. Her breath did not slow from there as she stumbled out of her bed, making her way over to her mother's old mirror in the corner of her bedroom so she could get a better look at herself.
Oh. What the hell? "Why am I hot now?" Taylor asked herself, eyes roaming over her much improved physical form. She was still rather tall, but where she was once mildly flabby and flat chested, she found she had serious muscle definition and a pair of breasts that seemed to defy all laws of physics just to exist on her chest.
They looked to be well beyond any standard bra size that she would be capable of affording, she noted as she hefted them in both hands, teasing them and playing with her much more sensitive chest to allow their existence as a part of her to fully register. They also felt really good to play with, and looked amazing when she pressed them together a little and made a little kissy face in the mirror.
And that was yet another change. Where her previous face could at the most generous be called wide and expressive, or more realistically manly and thin-lipped, her new face was sharp, feminine and featured full, naturally ruby red lips that gave off the impression that she could and would devour you in one bite if you looked tasty enough.
This wasn't helped by her much sharper teeth with very real fangs, or her now natural amber eyes with the pupils set into slits like that of some sort of demonic beast. Nor was it helped at all by the tall vulpine ears with cute white fluffy balls protecting the insides settled atop her head.
As she looked over her body, she realized that she was most definitely not top heavy, as most of the actual adjustments had gone to upgrading her butt into something straight out of every male fantasy about the female body ever, with it being both large and firm, but with quite a lot of bounce to it, which would appeal to anyone who viewed it no matter the angle.
Even her thighs had been sculpted by that fox, as it looked more as if they were meant to be used to suffocate and crush any bed partner she was to gain ever than they were to have any other use. She could likely crush a man's head between her thighs by accident if she wasn't careful!
On top of this, her newest addition was a rather skittish tail with the coloration and fur pattern to match her long, wavy black hair that didn't seem to like staying still long enough for her to look at it properly despite her best efforts. "No. Stay still you little," she told it as she spun on the spot, trying to grab her tail properly to get a better look at it, if only so she knew how she was going to take care of the cheeky little thing.
Before she could get a hold of herself and get her clothes on for the day, her father opened the door with a worried expression, standing shocked as he blearily took in her very naked and foxy, but still apparently recognizable form. "Taylor! Are you o- huh?"
Her exact response to this was rather simple, but also rather telling. She internally both preened and cringed at her father being so distracted by her body that he couldn't help but pause and need a moment to reset, yet she also knew if she didn't say something that this would turn south rather fast.
So she said the first thing that came to mind. "Hey uh, dad. Can you come back in like, five minutes? I'm still processing the fact that becoming a cape gave me tits and I kinda need to get dressed." The newest member of the vulpine family said with a small groan, covering her breasts with her hands as her tail moved to cover her lady bits.
"Uh, yeah. Sorry. I'll just, um, go." He replied in an awkward voice, slowly retreating down the stairs to presumably make himself some coffee for the inevitable conversation they were about to have. At least he didn't freak out immediately, so she probably had a few minutes before he got worried and started calling the PRT to see what he could do to help her in his unfortunate panic.
Once he was fully down the stairs, she closed her door and sighed. She would have to find something that could fit her without immediately looking odd on her in case she needed to go anywhere.
A mental poke from the remnants that fox had left behind had her palming her face with a light groan. Of course shapeshifting meant clothes as well. Why wouldn't it.
Not that she had realized she could shapeshift before then, but since she did now, she put away her ears and tail with a bit of mild effort and concentration, and manifested a generic baggy hoodie and sweatpants on her frame that hid her changes well enough that she simply looked like she was holding her posture slightly differently, rather than had a massive tit-and-ass-job via liberal application of subconscious shapeshifting.
She soon realized that her power also let her form accessories, if it was either for the purpose of disguising herself, or for making herself more appealing to those she was targeting. Though she only noticed this after she reached out to grab her glasses and put them on, only for an identical pair to form on her face as if they had always been there.
"Huh, okay." She muttered to herself absently as she opened her door and made her way downstairs with swift and silent steps. Hopefully it wouldn't be an issue that she was a bit more quiet than he was used to when she moved, she wouldn't want to startle him.
Her father took a few moments to look up from the open phone book and wave her over to take a seat beside him as she approached, a hot kettle of water boiling for her tea. Making her way over to the stove first, she pulled the kettle off the burner and poured the hot water into her cup, placing the prepared tea leaves into the clear mug afterwards so she could watch them settle to the bottom while she chatted with her father.
Yes, she was aware this wasn't how you were supposed to drink tea, but she had been doing it this way since she could remember, and it was a very soothing routine for her. Her mother had taught her this as a way to relax during early childhood after all.
Once she sat down, her father chuckled at something as he looked at her face. Was she really that funny?
"Are you sure you don't want to take some more time to redo your makeup after you finish that? I can wait if you need a half an hour or so." He asked her with a hint of a strange smile. It was almost as if he was trying to put off the conversation to give him more time to relax.
"I haven't put on any makeup since mom…" She looked down at her cup of tea in a slight depression at the topic. At least her father understood fully, and didn't say anything until she was ready to speak again.
After a while, she finally decided to say something. "So, I became a cape." she said lamely.
"Yeah. I can see that," Her father claimed with a small groan. After a moment of pause, he looked her straight in the eyes, almost begging her to answer his next question for his own peace of mind. "What I want to know is what you plan to do now that you have powers."
Taylor hesitated for a minute, before a slight nudge from the shard of Daji that she housed within her soul pointed out the most desirable option out of the many paths laid out before her. "I could approach the Dockworkers Union as a new hire looking for administrative work, who just so happens to be a cape that can summon guns and minions?" Taylor asked her father with a tilt of her head. "It would at least be a better option than getting forcibly conscripted by a gang, and would give me a bit of legitimacy, without needing me to get involved in cape politics, and I'd be able to help out the next time the Empire Eighty-Eight decide to try something?"
"No. I can't put you at risk like that Taylor, you know that." her father claimed with a sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he pulled his glasses off. Shaking his head for a moment, he put his glasses back on and picked up the phone book. "I'll call the PRT, you'll be safer in the Wards."
Taylor might have normally yelled at him for this. After all, she had nearly been beaten to death by wannabe gangsters because Emma Barnes had paid them to kill her. This was also not long after the incident with the locker that she barely avoided by being sick that day, only for the Janitor to notice and call the health authority rather than clean it up himself.
He had made the right call, but the school was reopened in a week, and he was blamed for the mess himself, apparently somehow being labelled as a Parahuman villain at first, and then the minion of one after, despite them having later found no proof of such. It was clear that the PRT and her school were both hiding something after that, or else incredibly incompetent, and she wanted no part in such things.
But she had Daji's instincts tapping her on the shoulder with a bit of a grin, wagging her tail at Taylor's inner self as she pointed her to a way to make an absolute critical hit here without doing any of the work herself. So she followed her lead.
"Do you really believe that the Wards are the best option here dad?" Taylor asked her father in her most disappointed tone. She knew that if she said it like that, and let him think on it for just a moment, he would soon realize exactly what was wrong with it.
"… No. You're right," Danny sighed, allowing himself a deep breath to recover from almost making a grievous mistake. "But what other options do we have at the moment?"
Taylor flipped to the page with the Dock Workers Union's number advertised in plain print. "If we come up with a plan of action here, and have me start looking around in my cape persona for legitimate work as a secretary or something, I can be nearby where you can see me at all times, and I can help protect you as well while I do so." She claimed with a business like smile. "It wouldn't even be necessary for me to fight anyone directly, and if the PRT try to claim I'm using my powers for work, I can point out that my powers are combat focused, and thus generate paperwork, not help complete it."
"… No. That wouldn't work." Danny claimed with a small sigh, massaging at his temples as he began to double down. She could see it coming already, and she knew he was going to lock in at this point, having already made his final decision.
"For one, if the Union was caught working with a parahuman, the gangs would use that as an excuse to muscle in on our 'territory' which would put you at an unnecessary risk," He began to build stream, convincing himself more and more that his way was the only way forwards. "You'd be safer in the Wards, the Protectorate and PRT have contingencies in place to keep the kids safe from harm." He claimed, completely ignoring that the only reason that the wards were still alive was because they didn't get sent into merchant territory, and that they had
panacea on call to patch them up every time they nearly died in the line of fire.
This was also ignoring the fact that the Empire specifically didn't
openly go after young capes where they could be
caught, so no one could admit it outright when someone was grievously wounded by a gunshot when off duty even if it
did happen. He was even
completely disregarding her desire to protect him and make sure he was safe, to keep herself safe in the process, and instead opted for the option that would one-hundred percent see her either birdcaged after power testing from a kangaroo court if she so much as twitched, or end up with her
directly in harms way and sent
far away from anyone she actually
wanted to help at this point because of some political crap from the local Asian gang for being too
foxy.
And since he already had the cordless phone in hand and was ignoring her now, Taylor decided discretion was the better part of valor. If he wanted to ignore the wellbeing and safety of his only daughter, knowing full well her mother would have
slapped him for it, then it was no longer safe there. She wouldn't even have time to pack her bags.
Oh god. This was really happening wasn't it? Her father had finally abandoned all reason and decided to side with the very people that her mother was so heavily against — that she was reasonably sure were the cause for her current troubles in life — and try to force her down a path that would put her in active danger to assuage his own worries, without doing a hint of research on the subject himself.
Her mother had
warned him about this! How could he forget her words so easily?!
Well, she was already out the door and down the street before the first ring, and he didn't even seem to notice. Maybe she could use her powers and knowledge given to her by
Daji to help her hide in plain sight and
not be immediately captured and taken into custody by the people that may very well just ship her off, never to be seen again?
It was worth a shot at least. No one would be looking for a sexy Asian woman in her mid-twenties working at a Chinese restaurant doing finances and taking orders, right? Shapeshifting was a most wonderful tool indeed.
Now she just needed to
find a place like that to hide in, and
not get caught immediately or
worse.
No pressure.
At least things couldn't get any worse.
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AN:
Kitsu: Holy crap. This is a thing now. But yeah, basically I got mad that all the good foxxo Taylor fics die young, and decided to pull a Thanos. Because fuck it, I'll do it myself.
And unlike the vast majority of my previous fics, this both has multiple people I can call on to beta read, and is not a collab in the slightest, so if one person is busy,
and I have the energy for this fic at fucking 2am in the morning, I can just grab one of the buddies who is actually awake, and drag their asses into vc to work on this. I've also been practicing writing without chatting with people in vc, so I should be more able to work on my fics without relying on people to talk to about it live in the future.
Hopefully that works out.
Fungame2: This is a spiritual successor to Dreaming of Foxfire by Thanatanos and Yip Yip, Mikon~! By Lunahaile, which seems to be going well and may or may not have an offshoot story later. I would like to a see a possible New Wave confusion scene about a mostly non-combatant cape that doesn't seem to be a thinker to them.
Kitsu: Yup~! And it would honestly be pretty cool for that to happen at first, because Taylor isn't
planning to get into combat at all, but she
is going to be dragged into it against her will multiple times.
Fungame2: Which with Koyan's strengths she will be more than capable of finishing those fights.
Kitsu: Very much so.
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By the way, if you really want more, and
@Crystalwatcher decides not to join in in the future, I'll still make more of it for you if you commission me for ESF omake or chapters btw. It will just be very much you paying me to write what Crystalwatcher and I think would be fun for this one, since it's an ongoing story if you want
canon chapters. Omake and spinoffs are fair game though~
(Keep in mind, ESF will remain on QQ, because it is inherently lewd, and like, 90% of this is targeted towards my readers there. I'm just too lazy to properly edit the Ko-fi plug atm when I'm not sure if my story will be accepted here yet.)
Thank you very much and have a blessed day~
