1 Black Fox

As a fox, I was always cunning and clever. I loved creating fun intrigues and teasing others.

Not always my games with others did end without consequences. Sometimes I had to pay a price for my actions, but it didn't hold me back for long.

I just liked to play. That was my nature.

My curiosity often led me to illegally review confidential state documents. Inquisitiveness made me want to know everything, and my innate contrariness fueled the desire to check the security of various companies and institutions.

For most people, I was just a hacker, but I didn't consider myself a hacker. It was some form of fun for me, a way of entertainment. Just like programming.

Being a free spirit who didn't like commitments or relationships, I was free in everything I did and what I wanted to do. This also applied to my quick sexual encounters without obligation.

My unchanging rule was to disappear after sex and not have a closer relationship with others. I didn't feel the need to get to know others and much less the desire for others to get to know me.

It wasn't funny, and it could only cause trouble.

My older brother often said that I was self-destructive, but with him, almost everyone gave this impression.

Calvin was my half-brother, a shapeshifting wolf who was often shy about some things. He was characterized by calmness and a kind and gentle disposition, which created an interesting contrast with his tall and rather powerful figure.

It could be put him as an example of a simple static representative of all shapeshifters.

Some time ago, he found his mate in the sister of the Fae twin kings. It hasn't been long since they met, bonded, and got married, and my brother moved in with her place, and they lived together among the other Faes.

Calvin called me from time to time, worrying and giving me lectures on various topics. He knew that I never remembered them, but that didn't stop him.

He was especially worried about my carefree and my jumping from one bed to another bed without thinking. He also didn't like my hobby, which was to break into various systems. Each time he said that someday I'm going to piss off someone who I shouldn't.

I always laughed in response to that.

Calvin was a cute and harmless big bear, and as always, he panicking too much. Especially in matters that concerned me, he was extremely overprotective.

He also as often fond of saying that eventually, someone would appear who would not play by my rules and that my intrigues will not work on this person.

For me, those words were just rubbish. It will never happen. Such a person had no right to appear in my life, and at the first signs of such a situation, I would run away to the other end of the world, as far away from that person as possible.

I laughed softly at the thought, then shook my head.

With my slim fingers adorned with two ornate rings, I grabbed a frosted glass with my cold mojito. It was one of my favorite drinks. It had a pleasant refreshing taste.

I lifted the glass to my nicely cut full mouth, which bore the eternal trail of a sly smirk, and took a sip of my drink.

My long hair below the waist in atypical for fox, black color, flowed freely around me, framing my rather low but bouncy figure like a water curtain. Black leather pants clung to my slender legs like a second skin, and a loose V-neck blouse revealed a slender neck and prominent collarbones.

My motorcycle boots tapped to the floor to the music.

I sat at one of the popular clubs for a mixed clientele. This place was atmospheric and large, and the alcohol had a good price and taste.

Coming here all species and races. Sometimes to just sit down with alcohol and good music, sometimes to dance, and other times to find a partner for the night. I belonged to the last group.

Licking my lips, I searched the crowd with my arctic, cat-shaped eyes.

Although they were called cat eyes, they corresponded to the description of fox's eyes. However, ours, including mine, had more narrowed and curved upward corners of the eyes, adding a clever look to the face.

I don't know how it was with the other foxes, but in my case, my eyes were often eye-catching. Not only because of their color and a certain exoticism but also because of a small mole in the lower corner of my right eye.

I knew that my appearance was above average. Although I was not a beauty and I was not tall or very athletic, but I had a different kind of attractiveness and exoticism which worked to my advantage.

I have long learned how to use my appearance for my purposes. I often treated it as a kind of weapon.

I knew how to arrange my lips in a specific smile that would stimulate the imagination of others, how to lick my lips and when to gently bite them with a sparkle in my eye, and how to tilt my head back, brushing back my hair and revealing a slender neck.

Thanks to all this and a few other things, it was easy for me to get what I currently wanted.

And now I want a night full of pleasure. Wild and passionate.

Unfortunately, even though I have carefully searched the crowd, I still haven't found a suitable candidate.

I had certain preferences that I guided, and my main principle was not to touch those who were already with someone else. I wasn't going to be a dog struggling with another one over the same bone when there were so many others around and when I didn't mean anything other than sex.

Sometimes I wished, that I had my principles and that they weren't different from what they are, but they were an important part of me, and they made me who I was. A cunning asshole, at least according to most of my one-night partners.

But what's interesting is that neither of them complained before or during sex. They only felt a grudge when I left, and I didn't leave for them any bearings on myself, such as, for example, my phone number.

- Have you found your next target yet?

I turned around towards the warm voice filled with laughter. It belonged to Eliot, a man with a nice silhouette and face.

He was a man half a head taller than me, with delicately outlined muscles seen from beneath his T-shirt and his fringe sensually overlapping over his brown eyes.

The man definitely didn't complain about the lack of interest. He had in him a pleasant warmth and a trace of sensuality that tempted many. Including me, but unfortunately, he was also the local bartender, so despite his attractiveness, I had to cross him from my list of potential sexual partners.

It would be rather uncomfortable and strange for me if every time I came here, I would be in contact with my one-night sexual adventure.

That would be troublesome... Too troublesome...

I avoided longer acquaintances or relationships, and if I had sex with Eliot and saw him regularly, I would have mounting concerns about whether he would want something more or whether he would have a grudge against me.

I definitely preferred to avoid such situations. Maybe I was a bit oversensitive, but I think sometimes it's better to be oversensitive and stay safe than regret it later.

- Not yet - I threw him these words with a cunning smile on my face, holding back a sigh, not wanting to destroy my facade of a funny and laid-back fox.

I slightly bowed my head and started to play glass with the mojito in my hand. My eyes had a complex and unheard-of expression for me.

Recently, I felt more and more tired and bored with everything.

My play nights weren't enjoying me so much as they used to, and sex seemed to keep getting worse. Even my hobbies didn't provide me with such an injection of adrenaline, fulfillment, and happiness as it used to be...

It was all a bit worse, as if insufficient.

I don't know if the world has changed or if I have changed, but more and more often, I caught myself thinking that I want a variety... I want something else that I didn't even want to say about, because it didn't suit me and what I thought I was...