Disclaimer: This is a Kitsuverse story. I write smut, futa porn, and vore on questionable questing a lot, and generally like to do collaborations with people via discord. If this does not appeal to you, you probably shouldn't be reading any of my stuff, and I am not forcing you to continue reading. I won't read your comments here either, so if you wanna chat, do it on questionable questing.

It was a dark and stormy mid-winter afternoon in Brockton Bay. Snow had piled up outside on the streets, people were stuck indoors with their heat on full, and no one was foolish enough to do much more than eat warm food and sit by the fireplaces in their homes.

In this scene, there was a girl, maybe seventeen years of age at most, with long raven colored hair, wide, expressive lips, and eyes the color of rich chocolate. Her frame was tall and slender, and she was wearing a pair of baggy grey sweatpants and a generic black hoodie with the logo of the local hero Miss Militia on it.

Taylor Hebert, as she was called, was in the middle of finishing the silly ritual her mother had taught her when she was a child. One that consisted of a special type of paper, a special type of ink, and a special type of brush. She first folded the paper in a very specific way, then cut it in such a way that it would form a chain of paper dolls.

Unfortunately this was where she made a small mistake that many would come to regret at a later date. "Tsss, ow. That stings." She hissed at the papercut on her index finger, not paying attention to where a few drops of blood dripped from it and into her ink pot. It stopped bleeding moments after, but it was still enough to allow for a sort of mystical glow to suffuse from the ink as she dipped her brush into it that she might have seen if it were a little less bright in the room. Looking at her finger after she wiped it off on her pants, she shrugged. "Well, at least it doesn't look like it needs a bandaid."

With another swish of her brush around the ink pot, Taylor brought it out and began to draw the silly little symbols that made up the so called 'Master Level Shikigami' her mother liked to have her make for some reason or another, though she liked to believe that her lines and script had improved since those days, now that she actually knew what the symbols were supposed to represent. "Almost-"

Her musing was cut off when the ink began to glow a bright, violent purple, seeming to draw in all other light in the room before the Shikigami in her hand began to emit an ominous red smoke. Tossing the paper doll at the window might not have been the best idea at that point, but she was frightened and desperate, and she figured she was quite justified as the Shikigami expanded into an absolutely massive golden-blonde haired woman with nine fluffy tails and bright yellow eyes, wearing a white dress with purple cuffs and a purple tabard with a white print, blue and white footwear and a light pink hat with two points, that had many amulets stuck to it for some strange reason.

Of course, said woman floated gently to a stop well before she could hit the window and, in fact, was quick to glide over to Taylor with a light smile on her face, patting her on the head as she glided to a stop in front of her. "Well now, isn't that interesting." Her voice came out in a smooth, well practiced tone, though she sounded as if she had a slight lisp to her speech, as if she wasn't used to speaking English. "Are you the one who wishes to be my new master, young lady?"

"Uh, what?" Came the eloquent reply from the ravenette's mouth as she tried to back further into her chair as what she believed to be a vivid hallucination breathed a deep sigh in front of her, seeming to sniff the air with excitement as she closed in. "Wh-who are you?" Taylor asked with a light tremble in her voice, causing the fox to pause inches from her face with a thoughtful frown, only to kiss her on the forehead and back off a little, earning a frightened squeak as Taylor realized that this was very much not a hallucination.

"You haven't named me yet, little one." The beast of a woman declared to her as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Any previous names I may have had would have no bearings on who I am now, so it is you who must decide on my name."

Gears began to crank and turn within Taylor's mind, her soul slowly reaching out of its own free will as she made the decision that she would come to regret for many years to come, the taste of a name coming to her lips like the sweetest of candies and flowing from the innermost core of her soul to touch that of the being she had summoned. "Ran. You will be called Ran."

"Then I shall be with you always, Master." The fox now known as Ran claimed with a chilling smile – one that promised her much chaos would be had in the future at her behest.

The next few days were a blur to young Taylor. Her new Projection – Shikigami, the fox woman insisted – refused to stay hidden in front of her father, despite all the threatening and begging she tried to leverage against her.

In fact, Ran seemed delighted to tease and poke at her and her father at any given moment, and it was a miracle and a half that the mature fox woman had managed to somehow seduce her father into allowing Taylor herself to decide what she wanted to do with Ran and her newfound powers that she still didn't really know how to use at all. She really didn't want to know how that happened, or why it actually worked, but at least her father was taking a bit more interest in her as of late.

Case in point, the fact that he had decided to drop her off at school that day, with Ran herself hiding in 'Spirit form' nearby to ensure her safety. It took them a few moments of awkward tension when they rolled up to the school and parked the old pickup on the far side of the parking lot, as the usual totally not ABB members wandered over to see if she had any more lucky charms for sale, but once she got out of the truck and sold off a stack or two for a decent chunk of change, they smiled at her, ruffled her hair, and walked off with their prize tucked into their front pockets.

"That happen often, Taylor?" Her father, Danny asked with a strange look on his face, as if not really sure what to make of it.

Nodding at him with a fond sigh, Taylor reached back into the truck door and pulled out the lint brush for him, to give herself more time while he brushed the small hairs from Ran's attention earlier that morning from his light gray, slightly ageing business suit and black tie. "Yeah, they usually come by every morning to buy any small charms I make for their families." She paused for a minute as he finished cleaning himself up, and put the lint brush away in the door, closing it behind her with a push. "They say that they're really well made."

Danny smiled and motioned for Taylor to lead the way inside with a quirk of his lips. "Alright sweetie. As long as they don't cause you any trouble."

She nodded in response and made her way inside the building with the air of someone who knew full well that they were going to have a rough day, but that they'd at least have some companionship for it, and that it at least wouldn't be absolutely terrible all things said and done. Her father continued inside with her, and made his way to the office with a small frown as he observed the state of the building. "I'll be talking to the principal about a few things regarding the new public health and safety laws that were passed down with the dean and the mayor today in the office, but I should be free around lunch if you need me for anything."

Taylor smiled with genuine thankfulness, feeling Ran brush up against her in spirit form in her own show of gentle support for her. "Thanks dad." She said as she made her way towards her locker up the stairs, her father making his way down the hall to meet up with someone at the end of it first before he would also follow her up.

Unfortunately these good times were not meant to last, as the moment she opened the doors at the top of the stairs, she smelled a horrid, rancid smell coming from the main locker room, the place the entire school had to go through in order to get to class. This wasn't the type of smell one would expect from the storage space of many young teenagers, but instead was the smell of rotten blood and fecal matter, left out to rot for quite some time in a place with sufficient heat for it to be a major cause for concern… and it was coming from the direction of her locker.

"Oh god, please no." Taylor whispered with a quiet voice, Ran bristling beside her, a deep growl only she could hear echoing in her mind as the fox woman seemed ready to tear into any poor fools that would dare try to harm her, and her instincts told her that she had to stop that right then and there, lest she end up in the middle of a massacre. "Ran. No. Let me deal with this." She commanded Ran with all of her authority, the fox stiffening and seeming to choke on the command for a minute, but complying all the same.

Once she was sure that Ran wouldn't murder everyone in the school for putting her in danger, Taylor made her way over to the locker. A large crowd had gathered nearby to watch as the busty, beautiful red-headed Emma Barnes, the caramel mocha skinned champion track star Sophia Hess, and the cute and tiny Madison Clements all stood by her locker, which was indeed the source of the horrifying smell.

Maddison stood behind the other two, recording the situation on her phone with a shaky hand, discreet and terrified of the other two as usual, Sophia cracked her knuckles with a menacing grin, and Emma smirked at her like she had just won the grand prize at the lottery, and she was the one who would have to pay her.

"It looks like you finally showed up, Tay-tay~" Emma called out in her usual deranged and mocking tone of voice, "Aren't you gonna open your locker?"

Taylor looked at her as if the girl who was once her friend had lost even more brain cells than usual since she decided to become her mortal enemy for some unknown reason. "Nope." She said with the tone of someone who was utterly bored and uninterested in the subject at hand, turning around to dismiss them and walk back down the stairs.

Had she not been in close contact with quite a few people in school thanks to her skill at making crafts for money, or if she was a bit more isolated in general, she would have likely already been much more terrified, and probably a lot more desperate, making it a lot easier for them to get what they wanted. Unfortunately for them, she actually had people she could rely on in school, and thus, was not interested in dealing with this shit at all.

However, Emma just didn't get the hint. "So what, are you just gonna run away and cry for a week, just like when your mom died?" She called out with a smug grin, not noticing how the majority of the gathered people looked at her like she was the scum of the earth, even the literal Nazis and Slavers in the room glaring at her like she was a mistake that should have never been born.

Turning around with a slight twitch of her eyebrow, Taylor had exactly enough time to watch as Sophia got impatient, and threw her fist in Taylor's direction, aiming for a punch right to her diaphragm, which was immediately stopped by Ran's clawed hand grabbing her at the wrist, just a bare inch from her body. The sight of the terrifying nine-tailed fox baring her teeth at Sophia in that very instant was enough to cause the athletic girl to piss herself and pass out, likely the effect of some sort of power her Shikigami had, considering how effective it was.

Sophia hadn't even had a chance.

The rest of the crowd was quick to back off as the fox gathered up her master and walked right back down the steps to get her father.

One particular person in the background held a lucky charm to his chest in awe, having found his new favorite cape. "Suck it Saitama! I knew she had Onmyoji powers but you didn't believe me!"

The balding young Japanese man next to him sighed at his friend's enthusiasm, but ultimately nodded. "Oh well, a bet's a bet. I'll treat you to ramen tonight."

Whispers and hushed cheering erupted within the hall as Madison got the bright idea to inform the PRT about what had happened, doing her best not to implicate herself as being a willing participant in this as she fled the scene.

"Patrol team one, this is Console. We have a code nine-seven at Winslow High. Requesting immediate assistance to help calm the situation." A tired PRT agent called in over their comms system, sounding like she was on her eighth cup of coffee and about to grab one more for good measure.

Assault shook his head with a sigh, and gave his wife a bright, sunny smile, his golden blond hair bouncing with the motion as his skin-tight metallic red bodysuit glinted in the sun, a bright orange visor covering the upper half of his face yet doing nothing to hide exactly how he felt about having to deal with Winslow. They both knew the likely cause of this after all.

"Patrol team one is on route, ETA five minutes." Battery responded, slowing to charge up her power as he fell into step beside her, watching her neon green circuit lines light up on her new silvery green costume with it's light silver full helmeted mask that she'd received as part of a promotional deal to get more funds for the local branch of the protectorate.

Shaking his head to clear the thoughts of PR shenanigans from his mind, Assault looked at his wife with an expressive frown, showing just how annoyed he was at having to deal with the cleanup after one of the more problematic wards under his care.

The fact that they had their own code for when Shadowstalker finally attempted to murder someone and or were likely the cause for their trigger was something that should have gotten that kid sent to therapy literally anywhere else ages ago, but the youth guard kept getting in the way and Piggot said they still needed them here.

"Well puppy, we both knew it was gonna happen someday." He said with a resigned tone, knowing that shit was either about to hit the fan hard as soon as they got there, or it was going to later when they realized that Sophia was supposed to be a hero. "I just hope this will finally be enough to see the kid being shipped off to therapy at the very least, if not birdcaged."

Battery sighed audibly behind her helmet, knowing that he had damn good reasons to feel this way, especially with Shadowstalker's known kill count still rising every month, with all of Piggot's attempts to properly discipline her utterly backfiring in their faces, and the Chief Director herself not allowing any sort of transfer to be made until they could reign her in. "Yeah, and that's coming from you of all people. That's when you know she's definitely a problem."

Assault nodded at that. They both knew full well that even during his stint as Madcap, he would have been more likely to just put her down than defend her no matter how much he was offered. Forcing a bright, silly smile on his face as they approached the building, Battery with a full charge, and him ready for anything that came at them, he positively skipped his way into the building, deciding to go deal with the new parahuman in the downstairs lobby first as he signaled Battery to check on Sophia.

As he walked up to get a closer look at the new cape in question, he noticed that she actually seemed quite comfortable sitting on the lap of her so-called Projection, as the golden haired fox woman petted her hair slowly, holding her gently as if to help calm her from the previous incident.

Said fox woman looked over at him with curiosity in her eyes, a soft rumbling that he hadn't noticed until then halting and hitching before she seemed to sniff in his direction a little, a small grin settling on her face.

It was around that time that the raven-haired young woman with reading glasses on looked up from her sketches, seeming to have finished with them for the time being, and presented the fresh Japanese styled artwork to him almost accidentally, as if she wasn't expecting him to be there. She still didn't remove it from his view when he saw it, implying that while she definitely didn't think he'd be the one to show up, she was still happy to share her art with the first person to come across her in this state.

"That's some pretty skilled drawing there! You must practice a lot." He nodded in her direction, approaching the two with caution, but with a relaxed stance and clear non-hostile intent shown in every aspect of his posture. His smile was wide and friendly, he walked at a sedate but not overly cautious pace, and his hands were always where they could see them as he gestured happily at her rather impressive piece of art. "Hell, If I could draw like that, I would draw a comic strip of what I see at work sometimes." He chuckled at her as he came to a stop once he was close enough for her to reach out and shake his hand when he extended his, but not getting within her personal space. "You'll never believe half the stuff I see!"

Taylor finally cracked and began to chuckle as well, the yellow eyed fox woman also smiling brightly at him as he did his best to make her smile. "Well, I've always wanted a chance to meet my heroes, so if you can convince your boss to let you have traditional drawing lessons, I don't see why not?"

The two of them smiled at each other and Assault held out his hand for them to shake. "I go by Assault when I'm on call. Do you have a cape name picked out yet?"

Taylor shook her head with a small, almost imperceptible frown. "Unfortunately no. And it seems like all chances of my identity being hidden are pretty much nil. But I might take a few suggestions if you have any good ones?

Assault grinned, this was going to be much more fun than he thought. "Well, how about…"

AN~

Kitsu: So this is the start of How Not to Summon a Shikigami Redux. Yes, I'm aware it starts in Worm this time, but How Not to Summon A Demon Lord is indeed involved, and will definitely be coming up within the next few chapters. I just need to get to that point where I can actually set it up, so just wait a moment.

There will be some pretty sketchy shit for themes in the coming chapters by the way, and anyone who's ever read Waifu Catalog, How Not to Summon a Demon Lord, or any other story of mine knows exactly what I'm talking about.

Don't be surprised if there is Slavery, mind control, mind break, trauma, Conceptual soul fucking, maybe futa, possible vore maybe (though I'm not sure on that yet, will update on that chapter if it slides in) gender bending, and if you don't know me by now, be prepaired for shenanigans from the floof for brains. (Also, be prepared for Floofs for Brains)

This is a Heavy AU, so please don't expect it to be anywhere close to canon at all.

So I say, so I hope you'll turn your brain off and enjoy!

AN: Pyro Hawk here, noting that my aid to Kitsu for brainstorming and motivating them into writing this story is purely voluntary, with not a hint of conscription or forced labour involved. Please stop grinning at me like that Ms Fox, those teeth are awfully pointy…

Kitsu: Ahem. All jokes aside, Pyro helped a lot. I quite literally could not have done it without them. Please give them all the Headpats and snacks because they definitely deserve a treat for being such a good boy.

Pyro Hawk: Honestly, my role was basically to listen to what Kitsu was wanting to happen, toss out ideas for how it happens, toss out more ideas for how it happens when my previous ideas didn't really fit with Kitsu's thoughts on the story, get distracted by some cool/hilarious/terrifying/absurd thought that our discussions have caused and then try to help Kitsu come up with a way to fit that tangent into the story because half the time they loved the absurdity that would allow them to write and it fit well enough into their normal… I'm honestly not sure what to call the things that happen inside that skull, all I know is it's worrying most of the time and terrifying the rest.

Kitsu: And it worked so well. Literally all I needed was someone to talk to when I get stuck or between scenes who can just chill in VC while I write. It makes it so much easier when I have that extra buddy I can reach out to vocally when I'm needing a quick poke.

Anyway, as always, if you don't like this so far? Don't keep reading bruh. I'm not here to torment you. Just hit the back button yo.