Tsubame Sorayama the tengu was exploring the grounds of Kyodainayokai-beya, Kyūri the kappa's famed sumo heya, when shi heard a strange drumming: pom, pom, pock, pom, pom, pock! Curious, the crippled tengu ran off towards the sound to investigate.
Tsubame soon located the source of the drumming: two fat tanuki were merrily pounding on their round bellies like drums, occasionally stopping to switch over to drumming on their plump tits and ballsacks.
"Oh look, Yoshino!" one of the tanuki said, pausing hir drumming. "We've got an audience!"
"It seems we have, Natsuki," Yoshino smiled. Shi waved to Tsubame. "Hello there! Are you one of the new students?"
Tsubame approached the two tanuki. Shi bowed politely. "Hello, I'm Tsubame Sorayama. Yes, I'm new and awaiting the start of the new semester."
The two tanuki stood up and bowed. "Welcome to Kyodainayokai-beya, Tsubame-san," said Natsuki. "I'm Natsuki Haratsutsumi, and this is Yoshino Kōgan. We've been studying the noble art of sumo under Kyūri-sensei for two years. You're a tengu, right? It's been a while since one of them came down from their mountains to study here."
"Yeah, I'm a tengu," said Tsubame. "I'm from Mount Kurama. Yeah, we do kind of keep to ourselves a lot, especially as the humans encroach more and more on nature. It sorta puts us on the defensive. It isn't lonely, though. There's over 300,000 of us living together on that mountain!"
"Not much privacy, huh?" said Yoshino.
"Not in a tengu clan!" laughed Tsubame. "Family and kin mean as much to us as it does to the werebeasts and vampires of the West. We defend our mountains HARD from trespassers... and it gets harder to secure an invitation every year. It's a shame; we have so much to teach outsiders. Our ancient Shugendō monasteries hold so much ancient wisdom that really should be shared, at least with other yokai so they can protect themselves."
"I've heard of those monasteries," said Natsuki. "So, what kind of secrets do your Shugenja mystics teach."
"Lots of things," said Tsubame. "Obviously our mystics are treasure troves of lore of the Shugendō religion, but they're also masters of swordsmanship skills forgotten by all other cultures. And then there's our magic. Our Shugenjas are masters of Gejutsu. Some humans condemn it as witchcraft, but it forms an integral part of our sacred traditions. We use it to conjure forth illusions to keep ourselves hidden until it's time to strike at our opponent, not unlike how a ninja would. We've even learned to mimic your kind's power to assume a human form. That one's great for infiltrating groups of humans come to destroy us, be they loggers or overzealous monster hunters. It's honestly funny how many Buddhist monster hunters hate us, considering how our Shugendō religion is partially based on Buddhism mixed with a bit of Shinto and a lot of mountain worship."
"The bits of Buddhism probably make the other stuff that goes into Shugendō look even MORE heretical to them," said Natsuki, casually beating out another tune on hir potbelly. "Perversion of the faith and all."
"Probably," Tsubame sighed.
"Not to sound rude," Yoshino cut in, "but aren't tengu supposed to look like winged, red-faced human sages with comically long noses? You just look like an anthropomorphic bird."
"Yoshino, be nice!" Natsuki whispered, elbowing the other tanuki.
"No, it's okay," Tsubame reassured. "It's an easy mistake to make. There are two castes of tengu. I'm a karasutengu, the most common kind. We look like human-shaped birds of prey and make up the general populace of a clan, the warriors and craftsmen. The kind of tengu you're thinking of is the daitengu. They're the rulers and the shugenjas of the clan. Our clan chief is Sōjōbō, the most powerful shugenja of all the daitengu."
"You know," Yoshino chuckled, "I always thought daitengu noses looked like dicks."
"Yoshino!" Natsuki groaned, burying hir chubby, furry face in hir fingers.
Tsubame snickered. "To be fair, the daitengu do care an awful lot about how long their noses are. They say that the longer a daitengu's nose, the stronger his magic. Maybe there IS some phallic psychology going on!"
Yoshino suddenly noticed something. "Hey, is one of your wings gone? How'd THAT happen?"
Natsuki gave Yoshino a hard slap. Shi turned to Tsubame. "You don't have to answer that if it makes you uncomfortable."
"It's okay," said Tsubame. "I've made peace with it. I challenged my sister to a flying race, and I raced through the mountain caves faster than I should have. I crashed and my right wing completely shattered. There wasn't a bone in it that hadn't been smashed to pieces. Our healer tried to save my wing, but all he could do was amputate it. That's why I'm here. I'm looking for a new way to be productive."
"Wow," Yoshino gasped. "I'm so sorry!"
"I'm sure you'll make a fantastic rikishi," Natsuki smiled.
"So, what are you two doing with your bellies?" asked Tsubame.
"Drumming," said Natsuki. "It's a traditional tanuki art form, and our kitsune classmate Haia Yoshimoto suggested the visitors from the other yokai schools might appreciate a demonstration at tomorrow's lottery where we pick the lucky six going to America."
Tsubame stared in awe at the bulbous bellies of the tanuki, to say nothing of their pendulous boobs and balls. It made hir own modest pudge look tiny. The tengu fantasized about what Kyūri's magical chankonabe would do to hir body. "So, about this drumming..." shi asked, "...can... can I maybe... try it? Drumming? On your belly?"
Natsuki smiled. "Sure."
Tsubame shyly approached Natsuki's belly. Shi raised hir hand and brought it down on the doughy belly with a satisfying "plonk." Tsubame smiled as the gelatinous fat rippled beneath hir fingers. The tengu began enthusiastically beating out the tune of an old tengu folk song with both hands, Natsuki's belly shimmying and shaking as shi played. Not wanting to leave Natsuki's other assets alone, Tsubame gave the tanuki's furry tits a few good taps. Natsuki laughed as hir bags of jelly flopped all over the place. Tsubame finished by drumming a finale on Natsuki's plump, firm balls. Tsubame marveled at the massive nuts. Each one was the size of a pineapple, and rumor had it that tanuki magic could even expand them for short periods of time. They made Natsuki's penis (which was actually larger than average) look comically tiny by comparison.
Tsubame smiled to Natsuki as shi pulled away. "Thanks for letting me have a go, Natsuki-san. That was fun! Maybe we can meet up again sometime... and I can do a lot more for you." The tengu winked at Natsuki.
Natsuki winked back. "I look forward to that, Tsubame-san."
"Hey!" cried Yoshino. "Don't leave me out!"
Tsubame giggled. "Don't worry, Yoshino-san. I'm open to threesomes. In a community as enormous as a tengu clan, you can see foursomes, fivesomes, and even sixsomes or sevensomes. See you two at the lottery tomorrow... and after!" The tengu bowed and departed for hir dorm, blushing beneath hir feathers.