Prank Contractor

Looking at the beautiful brown skinned Amazon you can’t help but admire her physique, her hard but undeniably elegant muscles adding to her natural feminine curves and giving her a sense of rough beauty that strikes your heart to the very core. It also doesn’t hurt that her breasts, massive boulders of soft feminine flesh reminiscent of Rangiku, are held behind a strained dull gold top while her delicious and perky rear is barely covered by a similarly colored side tied bottom, “Eh…I’m not sure how good of an idea this is Milla-chan…”

“Please John-kun?” Milla pouts, her lips sticking out as those beautiful jade yes stare out from behind her curly brown locks, “Apache’s always playing pranks on me and pissing me off, she needs some sort of pay back!”

With a heavy sigh you shake your head, “Alright…what did you have in mind?”

“I…don’t know,” Milla blushes as she idly rubs her shoulder in embarrassment, “I’m not really the best with plans or pranks like that…”

“Did someone say pranks?” a very familiar voice questions as nine very familiar ruby red tails loosely wrap around you body, “I think I can help.”

Turning your head you find yourself eye to crimson eye with a very cheerful looking Kyuubi, the nine tailed fox at some point having crept up behind you and ‘captured’ you with her fluffy tails, “Ah, hello Kyuubi-chan.”

Kyuubi giggles as she releases you from your fuzzy prison, her bathing suit clad body gracefully skirting around yours until she is standing at your side, “Why hello to you too master, are you enjoying yourself?”

Taking a quick glance of Kyuubi’s body you can’t help raise an eyebrow, Kyuubi’s incredibly risqué and almost nonexistent swimsuit doing nothing to cover her beautiful body, her soft alabaster skin, modest but perfectly perky bust, or the brilliant curve of her smooth and supple bottom, “I’m doing wonderfully…but I have to ask…”

“About the swimsuit?” Kyuubi grins, her arms rising up to rest behind her red haired head thus showing off every last bit of herself to you, “well I am a nine tailed fox Master, an animal through and through so what qualm do I have with wearing little to no clothing?” With another foxy grin Kyuubi takes a glance at your waist, her tongue slithering across her lips as she speaks, “and if my Master happens to be aroused by his Kyuubi-chan, then it’s his pet’s duty to tend to her masters every need~”

With a slightly frustrated sight you reach up with one hand and rub the bridge of your nose, your other free hand waving out the side to Milla as you speak, “Kyuubi-chan, you said you could help Milla-chan with a prank?”

Thought Kyuubi pouts for a moment she shrugs it off with a grin, her gaze turning playful at the thought of creating a new prank, “No problem master…but I have a slight problem with it.”

“Hm?” you quirk and eyebrow in confusion, “I thought you’d be all over this without reservation.”

Kyuubi shrugs as she turns to face Milla, “I would but Milla-chan doesn’t really want my help.”

“What?” Milla asks, her fist clenching slightly as she glares, “I thought you said you were the queen of pranks? With you and John-kun that little bitch Apache will really pay!”

Kyuubi shakes her head as she waggles a single finger, “No, no, no, you’re not doing it right. See my pranks are for enjoyment or, at the very worst for destroying someone for life. As angry as you are you want something for revenge, not life destroying. However…I happen to have just the person to help you.”

“Who is that?” Milla questions, her body leaning back as she idly rubs her chin.

“Why my protégé of course,” Kyuubi’s grin widens as a slight chill goes down your spine, “see, she really took to making pranks when I taught her but that girl has so much frustration locked up in her that her pranks have a certain…zing to them that’s perfect for revenge. I wish she’d get over the shy streak though, she be much more…entertaining without it.”

“Kyuubi-chan,” you speak out calling attention from the Kitsune goddess and the fraccion arrancar, “who is your protégé?”

Kyuubi giggles as she merely points behind you, your body turning to a sight which causes your jaw to drop to the ground as your eyes become the size of dinner plate, “S-Seras-chan?!”