Kiyoko's equal exchange (a Kiyoko futa fic)

[Karakara]

Kiyoko with a penis? It is more likely then you think.

– 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.

Part one: Prologue
"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!

 

[PalletTown]

Glad to see someone else writing.

 

[Karakara]

Glad to see someone else writing.

Ohhhh, thank you!
I am getting addicted to writing. I have been studying so that I could find my own groove when it comes to it.

 

[Karakara]

A fall and a loud thump.

That is how it always starts.

As soon as Mercy hits the sheets, without missing a beat, the amulet around her neck plops her into the tranquil prison Kiyoko resides in. One would think that at some point, the girl would be used to it; apparently not.

"Ufff, I certainly won't miss this part," the champion murmurs to herself. Lifting herself up and patting her bum, she heads over to Kiyoko's residence with real weight behind her step.

It is a short walk, and even a shorter sprint, towards her destination. A trip she usually speeds up with the knowledge who awaits her, yet in lue of this potentially being their last meeting, the champion of many things takes her time, reminiscing on numerous night-full days she spent inside of this gilded cage. Every nook and every cranny, no matter how small or insignificant they seemed, reminded her of at least one memory she will forever cherish. Be it a shogi game by the lake, a nap by the cherry tree or feasting herself on kitsune sweets inside of the tranquil woods… she couldn't help but smile like a seasoned soldier revisiting his family home.

Sure, some of her nostalgic whimsy steamed from how just how idealistic the whole landscape, from its lush hills to its flourishing ecosystems, is in comparison to the harsh, frozen terrain she herself inhabits, but it is mostly because of… Kiyoko.

While the girl can seem unapproachable at times – and considering her years upon years of solitude, who could blame her? – she is the most wonderful friend one could ask for. She is more than willing to engage in a conversation, no matter how deep or how shallow, and even in those quiet moments where no word falls on one's mind, the silence was nonetheless soothing. They both could just sit there, next to one another, and just bask in each other's company.

In some ways, the way the two of them went about spending their time together was deeper than friendship, deeper than simple skinship, yet Mercy didn't like to dwell on it any deeper than she needed to. If anything, as the two of them got closer and closer, unhelpful think pieces began creeping in her mind

Some days, Mercy herself wondered if this closeness Kiyoko shared with her wasn't just a byproduct of this messed arrangement they had between them; Some days, especially those where things did not quite go her ways, she ponders if Kiyoko is only interested in her because she has no one else; today, she is willing to face some of her fears head on, no matter how painful the goodbye may be.

After all: it is not in her nature to prolong the inevitable.

So with a last, cautious step, she stands in front of the house entrance to announce her arrival.

"Kiyoko, it's me, Mercy," before stepping right in like she owns the place.

To some, to do so casually may seem disrespectful to the woman inside, but it is just something she is used to at this point. First couple of times? Yeah, she waited in front of Kiyoko's doorstep for her to welcome her in. But after a fifth round or so, the fox lady just begged her to cut the middle man and treat her home like hers.

"It is not like anyone else visits," Kiyoko explained, "Besides, with how frequently you come and go, think of this place as much yours as it is mine."

That there was a proposition Mercy couldn't really argue against; regardless, she still announced her presence each time out of courtesy, as to not startle her noble friend at the most inappropriate times.

Times such as these, it seems.

It is quiet, deafeningly so. For the first time since Mercy entered this plane, he isn't greeted by the subdued, cheery welcome of Kiyoko. Even as she steps with her right foot into what Kiyoko constitutes as a living room, the atmosphere is off in ways that she can't quite put into coherent thought.

It is not tidy, for one. The table in the centre of the room is topped with various fruits, some of which are only half peeled, while others are strung across the floor. And what's stranger is just how musky the whole room smells, even with the vast, empty space afforded to it. It is a potent stench, one Mercy is all too familiar with, be it from willing encounters or not, yet one that leaves more questions than answers.

"Did someone else enter the realm while I wasn't looking," Mercy gasps in shock, noticing white marks near the table corner where Kiyoko sits. "Did they do it with Kiyoko?"

Mercy gulped as a maddening realization hit her.

"Did that fruity teapot god just pull a fast one on me!?!" She yelled, her annoyance all too palpable. The thought that Keros, be it with his or someone else's essence, has gotten Kiyoko out before she had the chance to say her goodbyes… "Like, what was the point of me coming inside if all that's left is an empty house? Did he do all that small talk just to mess with me?"

As Mercy began spinning around the room, angry at herself for believing in God's benevolence, a faint voice tickled her ears.

 

[Karakara]

"Mercy, are you there," Kiyoko speaks up, her tone somehow even more mild and restrained than usual.

"O-oh, Kiyoko," Mercy chirps out, jumping in place. "Y-you are here!?!"

"Where else would I be," Kiyoko replies, adding just that tiny bit of annoyed edge that is so not like her.

"I thought Keros freed you," Mercy replies in turn, straightening her posture as her gaze slides towards Kiyoko's location – the bedroom quarters. Her bedroom quarters.

"If he did, I would assume we would be meeting outside, no?" Kiyoko says, and although the champ couldn't see it on account of the walls standing between the two of them, she could feel it – a sense of distance between them. Kiyoko doesn't seem to want to meet her traveling companion, and that gnawed at Mercy. Did she do something wrong? And her next line did not ease those new found nerves. "I am currently busy, so I would appreciate it if you could come some other time."

"Busy?" Mercy repeated. "With what?"

"Oh, the nerve!" Kiyoko shouts, startling the woman. "Just because I am stuck here means that I have nothing else to do besides welcoming you in? Is that what you are implying?"

"O-oh no," Mercy sights.

"Then please leave!" Kiyoko once more raises her tone, yet this time not in anger but out of desperation. The girl sounds worried, even afraid, and that is gnawing at the girl next room. Leaving her like that just doesn't feel right.

"But Kiyoko," Mercy, inadvisable, shouts back, standing her ground. "I have news regarding Keros and this may be the last time we see face to face."

And from that high pitch exchange, silence follows.

A deafening silence.

The type that ends friendships on sour terms. This whole situation is weird and uncomfortable, and Mercy doesn't understand why. Yet as those silent seconds turn into a solid minute, one thing becomes clear: she needs to disperse this fog of uncertainty before it creates a real gulf between the two of them.

'Kiyoko, are you alright," Mercy replied, "May I come in?"

No response – well, not one immediately. After a solid minute of only capricious breeze tingling the ear drums, the foxen speaks up.

'Mercy, I trust you," Kiyoko says, her voice… tense. Really tense. "You know that, don't you? "

Confused yet willing to ease whatever burden is weighing her friend, Mercy simply answers. "I do."

And for that, Kiyoko simply sights.
"And you trust me like I trust you? You know that I wouldn't bring any harm to you, no matter the state I am in?"

"I do," Mercy says, her answer unyielding and truthful even when faced with such ominous inquiry.

"Then please, come in," Kiyoko hums, the bedroom door sliding wide. "And welcome, Mercy. I missed you."