My Girlfriend Sheds

Kitsune. What a majestic race of mamono. Their docile yet wise personalities set them apart from their otherwise more… “ravenous” ilk. They are regarded as sacred shrine guardians, and in some cases, a wife of high standing and class.

...Is what I would say. My kitsune girlfriend before me was backed into a corner of our apartment, ears lowered and tails fluffed up in agitation. She was sweating bullets, likely due to several factors, such as the fact that we were rough-housing a few minutes ago...or the lint roller in my hand.

“Racist! This is racist!”

“Nope.”

“This is a direct insult to my species!”

“Nice try. C'mere.”

She had a nasty habit of shedding her fur, as she refused to use the same methods of fur treatment her kind used for centuries. She was a “black sheep” as her mother put it. She couldn't cook or clean, much to her oldest sisters’ chagrin. Not that I mind, personally, as seeing her eyes light up when she ate my cooking was always reward enough. An added bonus to her laziness is she doesn't brush her own tail half the time, meaningiI get to do it which usually ends with her falling asleep on my lap. However, now I was at my limit. I had to put my foot down eventually and now was the time.

“Just let me use this here roller and-” I took a step towards her, earning a cat-like yowl in response as she slinked back into her corner.

“What's wrong with a little fur!?” She demanded, panic clear in her voice. My only response was to point at our couch, which, for a couple that didn't own any pets, was absolutely COVERED in blonde fur. She was sweating more now. “That...is my gift to y-NOOO!” She just barely dodged the roller as I lunged. Damned demon foresight and reflexes!

She was now in the kitchen, perched atop the refrigerator and glaring at me like a cornered animal. I wasn't going to get bested by a damned fox, even if she was my girlfriend!

“May, come down now and let me use this lint roller!” I ordered, hand on hip and pointing at the ground in front of me. “You are getting fur on the fridge!”

“Request denied,” came her monotone reply as she swatted an old unused cookie jar off the fridge. As I moved to catch the jar she quickly hopped down and darted into the bedroom. I quickly gave chase and soon found myself in our bedroom with the lights off.

“Mwuahahaha!” Came her attempt at ominous laughter. “Poor human! Born without the eyes of us Beastkin who can seen in the dark like it were day!” Her voice echoed throughout the medium-sized bedroom. I merely smirked. It was 2:30 in the afternoon and the blinds were open just enough to let me see.

“You're behind the curtain,” I said.

“....No I'm not,” she replied.

“May, your tail is sticking out.”

Her tail was pulled behind the curtain. “...No it's not.”

I sighed. I had work in an hour and this was taking too long. I soon gave up and returned to the living room and proceeded to deal with the fur on the couch in silence. After a few minutes I could hear her tentative footsteps behind me.

“H-hey...anon?” I heard her ask as I used the last strip of the lint roller. I didn't reply as I simply sat on the couch, rubbing my temple. “Are...are you mad at me?” She asked, taking another step towards me.

I sighed, shaking. It was hard to be mad at her, especially when this youthful attitude was one of the many things I loved about her. “No, May. I'm not mad at you. I'm just a little tired is all….”

She closed the distance, getting on her knees and wrapping her arms around my waist, burying her face into my stomach. I responded by gently petting her ears, knowing how sensitive they were to touch.

She mumbled something into my stomach after a while.

“It's ok, May. Relax. I said i wasn't mad~” I said softly, knowing if I didn't convince her it would be on her mind all day why I was at work. Stress shedding was a thing and it was already a problem as is.

More mumbling.

“Honest,” I replied.

Mumble.

“Really really.”

After a few moments her tail began to wag slowly.

“How about we take a bath when I get back from work?” I suggested. Vigorous tail wagging was her response

She looked up at me, finally, a smug look on her face. “You grave offense against my people has been forgiven…for now~”

“Atta girl. Up up up. I gotta get ready for work.” I said as I began to get up. She moved to sit on the couch beside where I was originally sitting, checking her phone. I made my way to the bedroom and returned shortly wearing my uniform, ready to head out. I didn't make it halfway to the door before she cleared her throat loudly.

“Where is my tribute, mortal~?” She demanded in mock-authority. Looking back I could see her casting an alluring look my way from the corner of her eye. Rolling mine and chuckling I made my way to her, leaning in and pressing my lips to hers. Her ears lowered and her tail lightly thumped against the cushion of other seat next to her.

“Atta boy~” she said as I pulled away, making my way to the door.

I, on the other hand, was grinning as I saw her looking up hair products for kitsune on her phone.