Kiyoko with a penis? It is more likely then you think.
– Context
"Kiyoko," champion hums, slowly taking a sip out of the warm cup as she observes the foxy lady doing the same. "I am curious: why didn't our little lesbian escapade work?"
The usual neutral and soft-spoken lady raises her brow, with her blemish free face earning a wrinkle in the process. "Mercy, the truth of the matter is," she muffles her voice, the subject matter seemingly being a sour spot for her. "The truth of the matter is, it is just not for me."
"Oh, I apologize," the champ huffs out, feeling the slight uneasiness in the air. "I just thought, since all you need is for me to give you chi, any kind of sex would suffice."
"And it does, it usually does," she nods, "Any kind of intercourse is usually enough for our kind to subside on. Be it one between a man and a woman, two men and, yes, between two women.
"But, and please do not take this the wrong way, the truth of the matter is quite simple – I do not enjoy it."
"I mean, not everyone is into girls," the champ adds, slightly perplexed by such a strong hesitation for such a simple declaration.
"It is not that I am not into female form at all," she adds. "You, Mercy, are more than pleasing to my eyes, and our intercourse, truth be told, was probably the closest I felt to a true, genuine relationship that goes beyond the brushing of the flesh. Why, if you had a – !" Kiyoko stops, lowering her head in shame with a slight, barely visible blush forming on her cheeks.
Champ, realizing where this conversation is heading, giggles: "If I had a dick?"
Kiyoko lifts her head, her face showing much more vulnerability than the champ is used to. "Yes."
"Oh my," Mercy coos, finding in herself just that little bit of mischief to tease the follower of mischief. "I am not sure if I should feel flattered or a little put off by such an honest remark – a little bit of both perhaps. Is my lady that put off by the concept of scissoring?"
Kiyoko nods.
"Ah, now I feel a little guilty," Mercy says, recoiling little. "Like I coerced you into it."
Kiyoko chuckles subtly, "Oh, and that is what I love about you. So observant when it comes to my care. But, please, Mercy, do not let your mind wander off to such an unpleasant place for it is not like you forced me into it. I always could have refused you if I thought you were pushing my boundaries, and there was no harm in trying it."
"Ufff, I am glad," the champ sights. "Still, tomorrow I'm getting you out."
"You will speak to Keros, yes?" Kiyoko takes another sip.
"Yes. It took some greasing up," Mercy says, not wanting to go through the cascade of fuckups that followed her on her path towards her appointment. "But I think this is the last time you and I will be speaking inside of this prison."
Kiyoko keeps it cool, like always, yet Mercy could see her 2 tails wagging just a tiny bit harder.
"Mercy," Kiyoko finishes her sip. "I would like to, from bottom of my heart, thank you."
"Oh, shucks, save it for when I get you out."
"I will. Still," Kiyoko adds, "Thank you."
–
The acoustics inside of the Kitsune shrine are a lot more… proper than what Mercy pictured. Sure, it comes with the territory of it being a place of worship and all, but still, for a room dedicated to the God of mischief, Keros himself, one would expect at least something more playful thrown into the mix.
Still, it is pleasant enough.
"Why, who do we have here?" A flamboyant yet sophisticated intonation flickers through Mercy's ears, breaking her out of her decor evaluation. "Why, isn't it one of the troublemakers that beat my people into the bloody pulp."
"Now I wouldn't say bloody. I just ruffed them up, that's all." Mercy retorts without missing a beat, turning her head towards the pretty foxboy behind her.
"Hmmm, and joker to boot," Keros hums, his androgynous mug sprouting the same kind of easy going yet hard-to-read expression. One that Mercy got quite accustomed to these past two months. "So, to what I owe the pleasure of your visit. Came to challenge me?"
"Ohh, well I did come to throw the challenge your way," Mercy says, taking off Kiyoko's medallium. "I need your help solving this."
"Hmmm, it is usually us gods that pose puzzles to you mortals but," he pauses, his irises flaring at realization of just what the outsider is holding. "I will hear you out."
–
"So, that is the jist of it," Mercy says. "Kiyoko is stuck with seemingly no way out."
"Hmmm, and what about giving the amulet to someone else so that she could feed off them?"
"I tried to, but it doesn't want to let anyone else in."
"It or her," Keros hums to himself, holding the kiche thing above his head. "So you really have exhausted every option?"
"Everyone that I could think of."
"Including growing a dick," Keros adds, his tone accusative.
"Hmmm, what?"
"My dear outsider, I can tell that your body, whether you are aware of it or not, is quite capable of growing a tool, much to Kiyoko's delight."
"I am aware, yes."
"And yet you didn't try that because?"
"Keros, with all due respect, just like Kiyoko has her preferences, so do I. I feel quite comfortable the way I am, and I do not feel quite comfortable sprouting a dick."
"And what if that was the only way to get the girl out," Keros replies drily.
"Then I will do what is needed," Mercy replies, no hesitation in her voice.
"Well, then, you are in luck: there will be no need for you to do anything of sorts. I can just whisk the girl away to the Old Country for that is where most of my power dwells. Still, be warned though, the process takes time and our dear Kiyoko would most likely be stuck in her homeland considering her past, her lineage and politics that follow. Are you still sure you want to give her away?"
"I am not giving anything away," Mercy says. "Kiyoko is her own person, much like you and I are. While the prospect of losing her company hurts me deeply, I just… I just don't want to embrace her with a dick between my legs. I know it's silly. I know that I could probably get rid of it after. But I don't feel comfortable with that idea. I don't want to make Kiyoko feel like her situation is causing me distress. Worst comes to worse, I can always visit her homeland to meet her. In person. Face to face. One friend to another."
"Friend," Keros repeats, observing the amulet with a mischievous smirk. "I guess you are right. After all, why should you sacrifice yourself any further for her mistake? Why should you be the one growing a tool?"
"Keros, please, do not talk about Kiyoko like that."
"Oh, pardon me," the godly being says, handing the amulet back. "Where are my manners?"
"Ummm, excuse me, but shouldn't you be the one taking it back?"
"Oh why fret about such things. Besides, Mercy, as I said, this may be your last opportunity to see Kiyoko for quite some time, so why not visit her once more. For old times sake?"
The champ looks at him funny. "Huh?"
"Is something wrong?"
"What's the catch?"
"Oh, is that another puzzle? Why would there be a catch?"
"Kiyoko has told me many stories about you and your 'good givings', and in none of them you were as considerate as you are now. Every one of them ended at the mortal's expense."
"Oh, my… What tales do my followers spread about me," Keros waves the Champ off. "By all means, you can give it back if you want. But are you really going to miss the chance to say one last goodby to the woman you slept with all these nights?"
"..."
"Besides, I have no reason to pull a fast one on you, as your people would put it. We kitsune follow the laws of equal exchange. You brought me back the priceless amulet; I will help you in exchange. Nothing more, nothing less."
"I guess you are right," Mercy concedes, taking back the amulet. "But if this really turns out to be one of your tricks..."
"Then you have all the right to skin me," Keros laughs, disappearing into the ether. His smile is the last thing Mercy sees on her way out.
End of the prologue!
– Context
- The fem champ called Mercy has been keeping Kiyoko company for the better part of two months now. They have tried everything to get her free, even sexing each other, yet for some reason it didn't work. So now, they will seek out keros for help. Surely this will not lead to funny stuff.
- PS: In my continuity, toys/strapons can not get Kiyoko pregnant.
"Kiyoko," champion hums, slowly taking a sip out of the warm cup as she observes the foxy lady doing the same. "I am curious: why didn't our little lesbian escapade work?"
The usual neutral and soft-spoken lady raises her brow, with her blemish free face earning a wrinkle in the process. "Mercy, the truth of the matter is," she muffles her voice, the subject matter seemingly being a sour spot for her. "The truth of the matter is, it is just not for me."
"Oh, I apologize," the champ huffs out, feeling the slight uneasiness in the air. "I just thought, since all you need is for me to give you chi, any kind of sex would suffice."
"And it does, it usually does," she nods, "Any kind of intercourse is usually enough for our kind to subside on. Be it one between a man and a woman, two men and, yes, between two women.
"But, and please do not take this the wrong way, the truth of the matter is quite simple – I do not enjoy it."
"I mean, not everyone is into girls," the champ adds, slightly perplexed by such a strong hesitation for such a simple declaration.
"It is not that I am not into female form at all," she adds. "You, Mercy, are more than pleasing to my eyes, and our intercourse, truth be told, was probably the closest I felt to a true, genuine relationship that goes beyond the brushing of the flesh. Why, if you had a – !" Kiyoko stops, lowering her head in shame with a slight, barely visible blush forming on her cheeks.
Champ, realizing where this conversation is heading, giggles: "If I had a dick?"
Kiyoko lifts her head, her face showing much more vulnerability than the champ is used to. "Yes."
"Oh my," Mercy coos, finding in herself just that little bit of mischief to tease the follower of mischief. "I am not sure if I should feel flattered or a little put off by such an honest remark – a little bit of both perhaps. Is my lady that put off by the concept of scissoring?"
Kiyoko nods.
"Ah, now I feel a little guilty," Mercy says, recoiling little. "Like I coerced you into it."
Kiyoko chuckles subtly, "Oh, and that is what I love about you. So observant when it comes to my care. But, please, Mercy, do not let your mind wander off to such an unpleasant place for it is not like you forced me into it. I always could have refused you if I thought you were pushing my boundaries, and there was no harm in trying it."
"Ufff, I am glad," the champ sights. "Still, tomorrow I'm getting you out."
"You will speak to Keros, yes?" Kiyoko takes another sip.
"Yes. It took some greasing up," Mercy says, not wanting to go through the cascade of fuckups that followed her on her path towards her appointment. "But I think this is the last time you and I will be speaking inside of this prison."
Kiyoko keeps it cool, like always, yet Mercy could see her 2 tails wagging just a tiny bit harder.
"Mercy," Kiyoko finishes her sip. "I would like to, from bottom of my heart, thank you."
"Oh, shucks, save it for when I get you out."
"I will. Still," Kiyoko adds, "Thank you."
–
The acoustics inside of the Kitsune shrine are a lot more… proper than what Mercy pictured. Sure, it comes with the territory of it being a place of worship and all, but still, for a room dedicated to the God of mischief, Keros himself, one would expect at least something more playful thrown into the mix.
Still, it is pleasant enough.
"Why, who do we have here?" A flamboyant yet sophisticated intonation flickers through Mercy's ears, breaking her out of her decor evaluation. "Why, isn't it one of the troublemakers that beat my people into the bloody pulp."
"Now I wouldn't say bloody. I just ruffed them up, that's all." Mercy retorts without missing a beat, turning her head towards the pretty foxboy behind her.
"Hmmm, and joker to boot," Keros hums, his androgynous mug sprouting the same kind of easy going yet hard-to-read expression. One that Mercy got quite accustomed to these past two months. "So, to what I owe the pleasure of your visit. Came to challenge me?"
"Ohh, well I did come to throw the challenge your way," Mercy says, taking off Kiyoko's medallium. "I need your help solving this."
"Hmmm, it is usually us gods that pose puzzles to you mortals but," he pauses, his irises flaring at realization of just what the outsider is holding. "I will hear you out."
–
"So, that is the jist of it," Mercy says. "Kiyoko is stuck with seemingly no way out."
"Hmmm, and what about giving the amulet to someone else so that she could feed off them?"
"I tried to, but it doesn't want to let anyone else in."
"It or her," Keros hums to himself, holding the kiche thing above his head. "So you really have exhausted every option?"
"Everyone that I could think of."
"Including growing a dick," Keros adds, his tone accusative.
"Hmmm, what?"
"My dear outsider, I can tell that your body, whether you are aware of it or not, is quite capable of growing a tool, much to Kiyoko's delight."
"I am aware, yes."
"And yet you didn't try that because?"
"Keros, with all due respect, just like Kiyoko has her preferences, so do I. I feel quite comfortable the way I am, and I do not feel quite comfortable sprouting a dick."
"And what if that was the only way to get the girl out," Keros replies drily.
"Then I will do what is needed," Mercy replies, no hesitation in her voice.
"Well, then, you are in luck: there will be no need for you to do anything of sorts. I can just whisk the girl away to the Old Country for that is where most of my power dwells. Still, be warned though, the process takes time and our dear Kiyoko would most likely be stuck in her homeland considering her past, her lineage and politics that follow. Are you still sure you want to give her away?"
"I am not giving anything away," Mercy says. "Kiyoko is her own person, much like you and I are. While the prospect of losing her company hurts me deeply, I just… I just don't want to embrace her with a dick between my legs. I know it's silly. I know that I could probably get rid of it after. But I don't feel comfortable with that idea. I don't want to make Kiyoko feel like her situation is causing me distress. Worst comes to worse, I can always visit her homeland to meet her. In person. Face to face. One friend to another."
"Friend," Keros repeats, observing the amulet with a mischievous smirk. "I guess you are right. After all, why should you sacrifice yourself any further for her mistake? Why should you be the one growing a tool?"
"Keros, please, do not talk about Kiyoko like that."
"Oh, pardon me," the godly being says, handing the amulet back. "Where are my manners?"
"Ummm, excuse me, but shouldn't you be the one taking it back?"
"Oh why fret about such things. Besides, Mercy, as I said, this may be your last opportunity to see Kiyoko for quite some time, so why not visit her once more. For old times sake?"
The champ looks at him funny. "Huh?"
"Is something wrong?"
"What's the catch?"
"Oh, is that another puzzle? Why would there be a catch?"
"Kiyoko has told me many stories about you and your 'good givings', and in none of them you were as considerate as you are now. Every one of them ended at the mortal's expense."
"Oh, my… What tales do my followers spread about me," Keros waves the Champ off. "By all means, you can give it back if you want. But are you really going to miss the chance to say one last goodby to the woman you slept with all these nights?"
"..."
"Besides, I have no reason to pull a fast one on you, as your people would put it. We kitsune follow the laws of equal exchange. You brought me back the priceless amulet; I will help you in exchange. Nothing more, nothing less."
"I guess you are right," Mercy concedes, taking back the amulet. "But if this really turns out to be one of your tricks..."
"Then you have all the right to skin me," Keros laughs, disappearing into the ether. His smile is the last thing Mercy sees on her way out.
End of the prologue!
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