Kyūri sat on a boulder on the grounds of his heya, sipping on a matcha tea. The old kappa was glad that the raffle was over and he had some time to relax before settling the Americans in tomorrow. He expected that to be quite a lot of work. Even their bodies would need to adapt! No 100% female person could learn sumo, after all, so the sumo students would all need penises. The werehyenas at least had penises in their beast forms, but they would need to be changed so that they remained shiyūdōtai in their human shapes as well. And the werevixen needed a cock, period.
And then there was that human the werebeasts were bringing with them, Joelle Bowman. Since she wasn't learning sumo, she didn't need a penis, but the rules on allowing a human into they heya were clear: Once a human entered Kyūri's heya, she could not leave as a human. Kyūri wasn't sure what breed of yokai Joelle would choose to become, but it would be his responsibility to arrange for the transformation.
As Kyūri sipped at his matcha, he spotted a naked, brown-furred figure walking down the path that led to his heya. It appeared to be a cross between an otter and a teenage girl, skipping merrily as she neared the heya. Her only clothing was a satchel slung over her shoulder. As the ottergirl drew closer, Kyūri realized that "she" was actually a "shi"—a girthy cock dangled between hir legs, flapping in the breeze as shi skipped.
The ottergirl reached the entrance to the heya and cartwheeled over to Kyūri. "Greetings, Kyūri-sensei!" shi declared perkily, her voice an unusually high soprano for a futanari. Shi remembered to bow at the last minute. "I'm Taki Morikawa. I'd like to enroll as a student here. Oh, this is for you." Taki opened the satchel and took out a jar of pickles. "Pickled cucumbers!" shi announced proudly. "I hope you like them as much as fresh cucumbers. They'd only keep in my long journey here if they were pickled, you see."
Kyūri unscrewed the lid of the jar, took out a pickle, and nibbled on it. Her quite liked the flavor and gobbled up the rest of the pickle with gusto. "Very tasty, Taki-san," he grinned. "So you want to learn the ways of sumo, eh? I have to say, you don't look much like a rikishi. Such a skinny body."
Taki glanced down self-consciously at hir slender, willowy form. "Well, I'm just starting out, right?" shi said, blushing under hir fur. "I can get fatter."
Kyūri chuckled. "Of course you can, Taki-san. I have a magical chankonabe for that. Sometimes I joust say what pops into my hollow old head, you see." He stirred the water in his sara with a claw for effect. "So, what makes you want to be a rikishi, Taki-san?"
"It's a tradition of my breed," said Taki. "As you may have noticed, I'm a kawauso. We otter yokai cherish the art of sumo, and we want to keep that tradition alive even as we grow rare. My village used to hold regular sumo tournaments, but my sister Kasumi is the only sumo wrestler left in our village. We need more rikishi, so I came here to learn the art."
Kyūri smiled warmly at Taki. "Very good, Taki-san. I know your breed well. When the kawauso were numerous, we kappas had a very close relationship with them on account of our shared love of sumo and our tendency to live in the same rivers. Why, there was a time in this ancient heya when the kawauso students outnumbered even the tanuki students!"
"So you accept me as a student?" Taki asked, a hopeful smile on hir round, furry face.
Kyūri nodded. "Welcome to Kyodainayokai-beya, Taki Morikawa. If you head over to the shiyūdōtai dormitory, Humiya Omoibushi the tanuki will help you get settled. Shi's leaving for America tomorrow as an exchange student, but I'm sure that shi'll happily show you around."
Taki started giggling. "The 'shiyūdōtai' dormitory?"
Kyūri gave the kawauso an odd look. "Yes. Why?"
Taki tried to control hir laughter. "I'm sorry, but 'shiyūdōtai' sounds like something out of a medical textbook. All the younger yokai just say 'futanari', Sensei."
"I've never been much for slang," Kyūri said, rolling his eyes. "Now go run along and find Humiya. I have tea to finish. Oh, and thank you for the pickles."
"You're welcome!" Taki chirped, waving goodbye as shi practically danced to the dorms. Shi flickered in and out of hir human form as shi went, exulting in the joys of being alive as only an otter can.