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A wandering kitsune god stumbles upon a rude samurai. Seems like a good target for his pranks~
Done as a com! Thanks again for the opportunity
Wind blew over the grasses that surrounded the small village. Bugs flew through the air as the wind caught their wings and flung them to the sky. Flowers, still freshly bloomed, rested in the sunlight with the morning dew still on their petals. It was a beautiful day, the type that Yuuki loved to wander through.
The kitsune walked along a path that traveled between villages, up in the mountains of the region. It was a secluded spot, one where he rarely saw people walking. All for the best. He didn’t like being disturbed by others. These mortals with their loud voices and annoying smells, their narcissistic views on the world and themselves, their belief that everything should bend to their own will. Honestly, he was annoyed by them whenever he saw them.
Still, as a trickster god, it wasn’t like he didn’t have ways to deal with all these annoying mortals. Sometimes he was nice and only cursed the people a little. Maybe their rice harvest was a bit sparse this season, or they’d trip and twist their ankle while out on a walk. Other times he was a bit less forgiving. He still smiled whenever he thought back to this jerkwad farmer that had refused to give him a meal, even though he asked nicely. The man had the most surprised look on his face when Yuuki transformed him into a piece of bread. He had a good taste to him too. Starchy, but sweet.
Yes, the fox spirit had a tendency to react badly to anyone he considered rude. Whether it was something simple like bumping into him on the road and refusing to apologize, or something as extreme as telling him that he couldn’t have something that he wanted. No matter what it was, he made sure that there were consequences to these people’s actions. And if those consequences ended up being fun for him… well, that was good for everyone, right?
The fox smiled as he thought about all the little ways he had messed with people over the long years of his life. Breaking their chairs the moment they sat in them, forming a dung pile below their feet when they went to take a step. Little annoyances for those that only pissed him off a little, bigger ones for those that really deserved the wrath of a god.
He had fun dealing with all these filthy mortals, but sometimes it was nice to be alone. To walk a dirt road in the middle of the mountains as fog rolled in the valley below him, grasses blowing on either side. Where he could breathe in the fresh mountain air and feel it fill his lungs and taste the chill that hung in the sky. He loved these mountains. Every year the mortals expanded their villages, creeping into nature ever so slightly more. One day, even these majestic peaks would be suffocated by their houses and farms. But, for now, they remained peaceful and untouched.
He paused as he came to a steep part of the pass, a broken tree sitting to the side of it. The kitsune walked over to the fallen log and leaned against it, his eyes following a small beetle that crawled its way over the wood. It was a cute thing, in its tiny, kind of disgusting way.
“HaHA!” came a shout from behind. The voice was as loud as it was rolling, making the fox spirit jump. The Beatle he had been following heard it as well and took to the sky, fluttering away quickly, soon drifting out of sight.
“What the hell?” Yuuki grumbled as he turned around, his brows already crossed in an expression of annoyance. Who the hell thought it was funny to yell all the way out here? When he looked down the path he found his answer, and it was the one he should have expected. A samurai.
Of all the mortals that walked these lands, samurais might have been the worst. At least a farmer has to spend hours each day tending to the land, getting his hand muddy. An artisan spends years working with their material, sculpting it and building up discipline. Hell, even those merchants knew how to be pleasant to anyone they saw while traveling. But samurais? They were basically bags of ego walking around like they were the greatest thing to ever happen to the earth.
And that was Yuuki thing. He crossed his arms and looked down at the man as he walked up the dirt path. A wolf by the looks of him. Young one, probably only left home a couple of years ago but already thought that he was some immortal warrior. A sword rested at his side. A nice one, but not that nice, while his armoire clinked with every step. In his hands he held a scroll, one which his eyes greedily moved over.
Yuuki walked into the middle of the path, his arms still crossed as he waited for the man to see him. Then he could tell him off, give him the one chance to apologize before he pulled a trick on him. As a spirit, he owed the idiot at least that much. But, as the man walked closer his eyes stayed on the scroll. Another voluptuous laugh echoed off of the mountains as he found something else funny, never bothering to even glance up from the parchment.
He couldn’t really be this stupid, could he? Yuuki’s silent question was answered when the wolf took the final step up the hill and bumped right into him, shoving him aside violently. The kitsune stumbled a few steps but stayed standing, his rage only increasing at the arrogant samurai.
“Hey,” said the warrior, finally jostled out of his daze. “Watch where you’re walking, idiot.”
This wasn’t real. There was no way Yuuki had found someone this incredibly thick headed. “You walked into me,” the fox answered, leaning forward. Though he was smaller than the wolf he didn’t show any fear. After all, why would a trickster god fear a mortal, even if he was slightly taller?
“Big mouth for someone so short,” the wolf retorted. He snarled at the tricker god, then licked his lips. “Better get out of here before I decide I don’t like you.”
“What does that even mean?”
“See my sword?” the man nodded to the weapon. “Means I could kill you if I wanted. I’d just have to say you were a bandit or something. You know what, fuck it. Give me your money.”
Yuuki didn’t answer, just looked at the man with an amazed expression. This couldn’t be real, could it? He’d been alive for hundreds of years and this was possibly the most arrogant, thick headed, barbaric, poor excuse for a living creature he’d ever seen. If anyone deserved his tricks, it was this guy.
“Big wolf with a sword,” Yuuki said playfully. “Wonder how you’d act if that was changed.” The kitsune snapped his fingers before the wolf could answer back in any way. Armor clinked against itself as its wearer began to change, that bulky form growing smaller with each passing second. After only a few moments that cocky smirk that had taken up the wolf’s face turned into a look of concern, then horror.
“Wait, what are you doing?” The wolf tried to take a step forward but was tripped up by his armor. Desperately he tried to get it off but the string that tied it on was too hard to reach. Yuuki just watched happily as the man continued to shrink, dwindling first to his height, then to his chest. It was only when the wolf reached waist height that he finally managed to slip out of his armor and crawl onto the dirt path.
“Stop it, stop it!” he shouted as he stood back up to his full height, barely at the fox’s crotch.
“You’re not really in a spot to give orders, now are you?” Yuuki snickered to himself as the wolf continued to shrink, his minuscule size becoming less and less threatening by the second. Where a powerful samurai warrior once stood, there was no a sniveling puppy, barely big enough to even pick up the weapon he once wielded so powerfully.
“Damn it, I order you to stop this!” the man shouted. He was at Yuuki’s knees now and still shrinking. Though the fox spirit was tempted to snap his fingers again and accelerate the process, he wanted to toy with the man a bit. Really show him the position that he was in. All that power gone.
Yuuki lifted his bare paw, then kicked the man firmly in the chest. With a howl of pain the samurai fell backward onto the ground, the wind knocked out of him from the simple blow. Before he could even try to stand up the kitsune stepped forward and slammed his paw down onto the man’s chest.
“Gah!” he shouted, panting as the fox pressed down on him slightly. His foot was already large enough to take up the man’s entire chest and most of his legs. Simply leaning on him was enough to pin him to the ground, his warm paw pad rubbing over the wolf’s body and matting his fur. Yuuki could only imagine what it must have felt like. He had been walking through this forest for days now, barefoot the entire time, and not once had he bathed or washed himself. The dirt that had been adhered to his paw must have been thick, the scent even stronger.
“So, want to apologize yet?” he asked. The wolf still struggled under him, trying desperately and feebly to wiggle his way out from under the huge spirit. His clawed fingers scratched at Yuuki’s toes, though the spirit could barely even feel it. “Aw, what’s wrong?” he asked down. “Don’t like being stepped on by some dirty fox spirit?”
The wolf continued to thrash as he shrank more, the toes slowly moving closer to his head. He called out again, then cut off the scream halfway, a realization hitting him. His eyes went wide as he looked up at the kitsune. “Wait…” he said, horrified. “Did you say spirit?”
Yuuki nodded. “Yeah, you picked the wrong guy to mess with. Want to apologize now? If you do, I might take mercy on you and just turn you into a beetle or something. Or you can just continue to shrink. What do you say?” The fox smiled, knowing that the man would relent. They all did once they realized what they were up against. The mightiest warriors in all of history were nothing compared to a god. Only a complete moron would keep up the fight.
“No, screw you!” the wolf shouted.
Yuuki looked down at him with a raised eyebrow, his toes just about to smother the tiny animal. He really was the stupidest man he had ever stumbled across. “Fine,” the fox said as he leaned on the wolf just a touch more, eliciting another scream. “Have it your way.”
He pressed his paw into the dirt and started rubbing it, grinding it into the tiny body of the wolf that cried under him. Hey, he pretty much asked for it. Over and over again, Yuuki leaned forward and pressed on the wolf, scrunching his dirty toes around his curled up body, smothering him with his paw pads until he couldn’t breathe, wiping off all the dirt and mud that had accumulated on the bottom of his foot onto the tiny stubborn wolf.
Then, after minutes of the torture, he lifted his foot to look down at his latest victim. The wolf was curled up in a ball below, feebly shaking as dirt slid down his back and arms. He couldn’t have been much more than an inch tall, a tiny little bug that managed to find its way under the most powerful creature to ever walk the earth.
“What do you say,” Yuuki asked, his bare foot still hovering over the wolf. “Give up yet?”
“N...no,” the wolf grumbled, his lungs barely able to force the air out of his compressed chest. “Screw you!”
Yuuki grinned. “I was kind of hoping you’d say that.” With all the cruelty of a god that had been slighted, he stomped his foot down on the pest below him. His foot slammed into the earth and he heard a faint crunch under him, the mud compressing around his paw and forming a deep print. “How’d you like that?” he asked as he lifted his foot again.
The wolf was still alive, barely breathing in the center of the deep paw print that had formed in the stomp, some of his limbs covered by dirt and mud. He didn’t move to answer, his body barely able to stay awake.
“Still no apology? Alright, if that’s how you want it.” Again, the god slammed his foot down into the footprint, trampling the tiny samurai over and over as he stomped the bug sized wolf into the dirt. His smile grew with each footfall, with each earth-shaking stomp. This was probably the most fun he’s had with one of these stupid mortals in a hundred years.
Again and again he crushed the wolf under his paw, looking down each time to see the samurai become buried by the dirt, his body crushed with each footfall. After an uncountable number of stomps the kitsune paused, placing his paw to the side of the deep crater, standing over the wolf and admiring his handiwork.
The warrior was still alive, but his spirit must have been broken by now. Though Yuuki used some of his magic to keep his body intact, to prevent any fatal damage, the pain and humiliation of being crushed by a little fox must have been enough to force some humility into his skull.
But Yuuki wouldn’t be content with that. “So, you ready to apologize yet? And I’m not talking a simple ‘sorry’ anymore. I want you on your hands and knees, begging me for forgiveness. A couple days liking my toes, at least. Got it?”
He expected a positive answer. A pleading cry for mercy, a nod of his head, anything to signify that he understood his position in this world. Instead, the wolf pushed himself slightly out of the footprint and growled, “Never.”
“Wow. You really are stupid, aren’t you?” The fox moved his foot back over the tiny wolf, then pressed his paw into his body again. His toes curled over the wolf’s pathetic form, his head pressed in between two of his digits as he brought them together, smooshing him in the grime filled valley between. “Like the smell? I’m starting to think I should just keep you here forever. Make you a permanent resident of my toe grime. Shrink you until you’re about as small as a bacteria. Then you can crawl over my toes for the rest of your life and know that you really are nothing compared to me.”
He squished his toes together more, heard a faint cry of pain, then released his grip. That must have been it. No creature on earth, no matter how prideful, would try and argue with a threat like that. His entire life would become meaningless, a speck on Yuuki’s toes unless he begged him for mercy.
Yuuki released his grip and moved his foot out of the crater, looking down at the wolf one last time. “This is your last chance, wolf. You going to admit that I’m better than you, or are you living on my toes for the rest of your miserable life?”
Panting, the wolf sat up in the footprint. He was exhausted, his body in pain, covered by mud and slime. Yet, somehow, he was still able to push himself to his feet and look up at the kitsune that had been torturing him.
Through pained words he answered, “I am a noble samurai of a powerful house. I have earned respect, and I demand that you show it to me. Turn me back to normal, right this instant! I demand it!”
Yuuki was stunned, though he knew he probably shouldn’t be. This wolf had seen every challenge thrown he was and insisted on making it worse. It was almost impressive. So impressive that it gave the trickster an idea. “Alright,” he said down with a knowing smirk. “You want to be normal sized again, I’ll do it. You’ve earned that much.”
“Damn right!” the wolf called out, thinking that he had won.
Yuuki snapped his fingers again and the wolf started to grow. “Haha, yeah!” he shouted, watching as the crater he was in shrank to nothing more than a hole, then a slight dip, then just a normal footprint in a normal sized path. He was growing back to full size, just how he wanted.
Only issue was that the foot that rested in front of him still looked huge. A horrifying realization came over the wolf as he looked at the toes still taller than his entire being, the foot that they were connected to, the fox that towered above him.
He might be normal sized again, but now Yuuki looked down at him from the perspective of a god, clouds moving around his head and his feet rested on the mountaintops. A true immortal to the wolf, something so powerful he could erase entire villages from the world with just a single step.
The wolf’s jaw dropped. “Wait…” he said. “You weren’t…”
“What, don’t like me like this?” Yuuki asked. “I just figured this was a better perspective. You might be normal sized again, but you’ll always be a worm to me.”
The prankster god laughed as he looked down at his prey. He really did hate these mortals with all their stuck up attitudes and personalities. But, every once in a while, he found one that he really liked to play with.
And this samurai was perfect.
Done as a com! Thanks again for the opportunity
Wind blew over the grasses that surrounded the small village. Bugs flew through the air as the wind caught their wings and flung them to the sky. Flowers, still freshly bloomed, rested in the sunlight with the morning dew still on their petals. It was a beautiful day, the type that Yuuki loved to wander through.
The kitsune walked along a path that traveled between villages, up in the mountains of the region. It was a secluded spot, one where he rarely saw people walking. All for the best. He didn’t like being disturbed by others. These mortals with their loud voices and annoying smells, their narcissistic views on the world and themselves, their belief that everything should bend to their own will. Honestly, he was annoyed by them whenever he saw them.
Still, as a trickster god, it wasn’t like he didn’t have ways to deal with all these annoying mortals. Sometimes he was nice and only cursed the people a little. Maybe their rice harvest was a bit sparse this season, or they’d trip and twist their ankle while out on a walk. Other times he was a bit less forgiving. He still smiled whenever he thought back to this jerkwad farmer that had refused to give him a meal, even though he asked nicely. The man had the most surprised look on his face when Yuuki transformed him into a piece of bread. He had a good taste to him too. Starchy, but sweet.
Yes, the fox spirit had a tendency to react badly to anyone he considered rude. Whether it was something simple like bumping into him on the road and refusing to apologize, or something as extreme as telling him that he couldn’t have something that he wanted. No matter what it was, he made sure that there were consequences to these people’s actions. And if those consequences ended up being fun for him… well, that was good for everyone, right?
The fox smiled as he thought about all the little ways he had messed with people over the long years of his life. Breaking their chairs the moment they sat in them, forming a dung pile below their feet when they went to take a step. Little annoyances for those that only pissed him off a little, bigger ones for those that really deserved the wrath of a god.
He had fun dealing with all these filthy mortals, but sometimes it was nice to be alone. To walk a dirt road in the middle of the mountains as fog rolled in the valley below him, grasses blowing on either side. Where he could breathe in the fresh mountain air and feel it fill his lungs and taste the chill that hung in the sky. He loved these mountains. Every year the mortals expanded their villages, creeping into nature ever so slightly more. One day, even these majestic peaks would be suffocated by their houses and farms. But, for now, they remained peaceful and untouched.
He paused as he came to a steep part of the pass, a broken tree sitting to the side of it. The kitsune walked over to the fallen log and leaned against it, his eyes following a small beetle that crawled its way over the wood. It was a cute thing, in its tiny, kind of disgusting way.
“HaHA!” came a shout from behind. The voice was as loud as it was rolling, making the fox spirit jump. The Beatle he had been following heard it as well and took to the sky, fluttering away quickly, soon drifting out of sight.
“What the hell?” Yuuki grumbled as he turned around, his brows already crossed in an expression of annoyance. Who the hell thought it was funny to yell all the way out here? When he looked down the path he found his answer, and it was the one he should have expected. A samurai.
Of all the mortals that walked these lands, samurais might have been the worst. At least a farmer has to spend hours each day tending to the land, getting his hand muddy. An artisan spends years working with their material, sculpting it and building up discipline. Hell, even those merchants knew how to be pleasant to anyone they saw while traveling. But samurais? They were basically bags of ego walking around like they were the greatest thing to ever happen to the earth.
And that was Yuuki thing. He crossed his arms and looked down at the man as he walked up the dirt path. A wolf by the looks of him. Young one, probably only left home a couple of years ago but already thought that he was some immortal warrior. A sword rested at his side. A nice one, but not that nice, while his armoire clinked with every step. In his hands he held a scroll, one which his eyes greedily moved over.
Yuuki walked into the middle of the path, his arms still crossed as he waited for the man to see him. Then he could tell him off, give him the one chance to apologize before he pulled a trick on him. As a spirit, he owed the idiot at least that much. But, as the man walked closer his eyes stayed on the scroll. Another voluptuous laugh echoed off of the mountains as he found something else funny, never bothering to even glance up from the parchment.
He couldn’t really be this stupid, could he? Yuuki’s silent question was answered when the wolf took the final step up the hill and bumped right into him, shoving him aside violently. The kitsune stumbled a few steps but stayed standing, his rage only increasing at the arrogant samurai.
“Hey,” said the warrior, finally jostled out of his daze. “Watch where you’re walking, idiot.”
This wasn’t real. There was no way Yuuki had found someone this incredibly thick headed. “You walked into me,” the fox answered, leaning forward. Though he was smaller than the wolf he didn’t show any fear. After all, why would a trickster god fear a mortal, even if he was slightly taller?
“Big mouth for someone so short,” the wolf retorted. He snarled at the tricker god, then licked his lips. “Better get out of here before I decide I don’t like you.”
“What does that even mean?”
“See my sword?” the man nodded to the weapon. “Means I could kill you if I wanted. I’d just have to say you were a bandit or something. You know what, fuck it. Give me your money.”
Yuuki didn’t answer, just looked at the man with an amazed expression. This couldn’t be real, could it? He’d been alive for hundreds of years and this was possibly the most arrogant, thick headed, barbaric, poor excuse for a living creature he’d ever seen. If anyone deserved his tricks, it was this guy.
“Big wolf with a sword,” Yuuki said playfully. “Wonder how you’d act if that was changed.” The kitsune snapped his fingers before the wolf could answer back in any way. Armor clinked against itself as its wearer began to change, that bulky form growing smaller with each passing second. After only a few moments that cocky smirk that had taken up the wolf’s face turned into a look of concern, then horror.
“Wait, what are you doing?” The wolf tried to take a step forward but was tripped up by his armor. Desperately he tried to get it off but the string that tied it on was too hard to reach. Yuuki just watched happily as the man continued to shrink, dwindling first to his height, then to his chest. It was only when the wolf reached waist height that he finally managed to slip out of his armor and crawl onto the dirt path.
“Stop it, stop it!” he shouted as he stood back up to his full height, barely at the fox’s crotch.
“You’re not really in a spot to give orders, now are you?” Yuuki snickered to himself as the wolf continued to shrink, his minuscule size becoming less and less threatening by the second. Where a powerful samurai warrior once stood, there was no a sniveling puppy, barely big enough to even pick up the weapon he once wielded so powerfully.
“Damn it, I order you to stop this!” the man shouted. He was at Yuuki’s knees now and still shrinking. Though the fox spirit was tempted to snap his fingers again and accelerate the process, he wanted to toy with the man a bit. Really show him the position that he was in. All that power gone.
Yuuki lifted his bare paw, then kicked the man firmly in the chest. With a howl of pain the samurai fell backward onto the ground, the wind knocked out of him from the simple blow. Before he could even try to stand up the kitsune stepped forward and slammed his paw down onto the man’s chest.
“Gah!” he shouted, panting as the fox pressed down on him slightly. His foot was already large enough to take up the man’s entire chest and most of his legs. Simply leaning on him was enough to pin him to the ground, his warm paw pad rubbing over the wolf’s body and matting his fur. Yuuki could only imagine what it must have felt like. He had been walking through this forest for days now, barefoot the entire time, and not once had he bathed or washed himself. The dirt that had been adhered to his paw must have been thick, the scent even stronger.
“So, want to apologize yet?” he asked. The wolf still struggled under him, trying desperately and feebly to wiggle his way out from under the huge spirit. His clawed fingers scratched at Yuuki’s toes, though the spirit could barely even feel it. “Aw, what’s wrong?” he asked down. “Don’t like being stepped on by some dirty fox spirit?”
The wolf continued to thrash as he shrank more, the toes slowly moving closer to his head. He called out again, then cut off the scream halfway, a realization hitting him. His eyes went wide as he looked up at the kitsune. “Wait…” he said, horrified. “Did you say spirit?”
Yuuki nodded. “Yeah, you picked the wrong guy to mess with. Want to apologize now? If you do, I might take mercy on you and just turn you into a beetle or something. Or you can just continue to shrink. What do you say?” The fox smiled, knowing that the man would relent. They all did once they realized what they were up against. The mightiest warriors in all of history were nothing compared to a god. Only a complete moron would keep up the fight.
“No, screw you!” the wolf shouted.
Yuuki looked down at him with a raised eyebrow, his toes just about to smother the tiny animal. He really was the stupidest man he had ever stumbled across. “Fine,” the fox said as he leaned on the wolf just a touch more, eliciting another scream. “Have it your way.”
He pressed his paw into the dirt and started rubbing it, grinding it into the tiny body of the wolf that cried under him. Hey, he pretty much asked for it. Over and over again, Yuuki leaned forward and pressed on the wolf, scrunching his dirty toes around his curled up body, smothering him with his paw pads until he couldn’t breathe, wiping off all the dirt and mud that had accumulated on the bottom of his foot onto the tiny stubborn wolf.
Then, after minutes of the torture, he lifted his foot to look down at his latest victim. The wolf was curled up in a ball below, feebly shaking as dirt slid down his back and arms. He couldn’t have been much more than an inch tall, a tiny little bug that managed to find its way under the most powerful creature to ever walk the earth.
“What do you say,” Yuuki asked, his bare foot still hovering over the wolf. “Give up yet?”
“N...no,” the wolf grumbled, his lungs barely able to force the air out of his compressed chest. “Screw you!”
Yuuki grinned. “I was kind of hoping you’d say that.” With all the cruelty of a god that had been slighted, he stomped his foot down on the pest below him. His foot slammed into the earth and he heard a faint crunch under him, the mud compressing around his paw and forming a deep print. “How’d you like that?” he asked as he lifted his foot again.
The wolf was still alive, barely breathing in the center of the deep paw print that had formed in the stomp, some of his limbs covered by dirt and mud. He didn’t move to answer, his body barely able to stay awake.
“Still no apology? Alright, if that’s how you want it.” Again, the god slammed his foot down into the footprint, trampling the tiny samurai over and over as he stomped the bug sized wolf into the dirt. His smile grew with each footfall, with each earth-shaking stomp. This was probably the most fun he’s had with one of these stupid mortals in a hundred years.
Again and again he crushed the wolf under his paw, looking down each time to see the samurai become buried by the dirt, his body crushed with each footfall. After an uncountable number of stomps the kitsune paused, placing his paw to the side of the deep crater, standing over the wolf and admiring his handiwork.
The warrior was still alive, but his spirit must have been broken by now. Though Yuuki used some of his magic to keep his body intact, to prevent any fatal damage, the pain and humiliation of being crushed by a little fox must have been enough to force some humility into his skull.
But Yuuki wouldn’t be content with that. “So, you ready to apologize yet? And I’m not talking a simple ‘sorry’ anymore. I want you on your hands and knees, begging me for forgiveness. A couple days liking my toes, at least. Got it?”
He expected a positive answer. A pleading cry for mercy, a nod of his head, anything to signify that he understood his position in this world. Instead, the wolf pushed himself slightly out of the footprint and growled, “Never.”
“Wow. You really are stupid, aren’t you?” The fox moved his foot back over the tiny wolf, then pressed his paw into his body again. His toes curled over the wolf’s pathetic form, his head pressed in between two of his digits as he brought them together, smooshing him in the grime filled valley between. “Like the smell? I’m starting to think I should just keep you here forever. Make you a permanent resident of my toe grime. Shrink you until you’re about as small as a bacteria. Then you can crawl over my toes for the rest of your life and know that you really are nothing compared to me.”
He squished his toes together more, heard a faint cry of pain, then released his grip. That must have been it. No creature on earth, no matter how prideful, would try and argue with a threat like that. His entire life would become meaningless, a speck on Yuuki’s toes unless he begged him for mercy.
Yuuki released his grip and moved his foot out of the crater, looking down at the wolf one last time. “This is your last chance, wolf. You going to admit that I’m better than you, or are you living on my toes for the rest of your miserable life?”
Panting, the wolf sat up in the footprint. He was exhausted, his body in pain, covered by mud and slime. Yet, somehow, he was still able to push himself to his feet and look up at the kitsune that had been torturing him.
Through pained words he answered, “I am a noble samurai of a powerful house. I have earned respect, and I demand that you show it to me. Turn me back to normal, right this instant! I demand it!”
Yuuki was stunned, though he knew he probably shouldn’t be. This wolf had seen every challenge thrown he was and insisted on making it worse. It was almost impressive. So impressive that it gave the trickster an idea. “Alright,” he said down with a knowing smirk. “You want to be normal sized again, I’ll do it. You’ve earned that much.”
“Damn right!” the wolf called out, thinking that he had won.
Yuuki snapped his fingers again and the wolf started to grow. “Haha, yeah!” he shouted, watching as the crater he was in shrank to nothing more than a hole, then a slight dip, then just a normal footprint in a normal sized path. He was growing back to full size, just how he wanted.
Only issue was that the foot that rested in front of him still looked huge. A horrifying realization came over the wolf as he looked at the toes still taller than his entire being, the foot that they were connected to, the fox that towered above him.
He might be normal sized again, but now Yuuki looked down at him from the perspective of a god, clouds moving around his head and his feet rested on the mountaintops. A true immortal to the wolf, something so powerful he could erase entire villages from the world with just a single step.
The wolf’s jaw dropped. “Wait…” he said. “You weren’t…”
“What, don’t like me like this?” Yuuki asked. “I just figured this was a better perspective. You might be normal sized again, but you’ll always be a worm to me.”
The prankster god laughed as he looked down at his prey. He really did hate these mortals with all their stuck up attitudes and personalities. But, every once in a while, he found one that he really liked to play with.
And this samurai was perfect.
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