Red Robot 3DS Sidestory: Kitsune Customer Service.

Kitsune Yi-Mistsong—a tan beauty with fox-ears, nine black tails, and an eyepatch over her left eye—forces herself to smile at the customer. The act is nearly painful. “I can get through this.” She thought.

Although she’s a woman, Kitsune is also a misogynist. Her friends, family, and home were destroyed by females with greedy hearts.

There are only a few males in this world, so Kitsune’s hate is against the vast entity known as womankind. The customer in front of Kit’s market booth is a female archer—a busty elf in leather armor.

“I’m sorry,” Kitsune says. She hides her disdain with a fake chuckle. Yet thoughts of bashing the elf’s skull on a rock clouds her mind. “I know my arrowcraft isn’t the best, but I’m not lowering my prices.” She adds.

Kitsune then points down the road. “If you don’t want to pay what I ask, then it’d be wise to find another general goods store.”

“Don’t give me that crap, you know this is the only place for miles.”

“There’s actually a cemetery nearby.” Kitsune says, now digging her nails into the wood of the booth. The surface actually cracks. “Please feel free to bury yourself in it. I’d be glad to assist without charge.”

Yi-Mistsong is a short lass with twin boulders of fat for breasts, and a stomach akin to a wrecking ball of flab. Due to having a pear-shape, the fox-girl sports a gargantuan rear as well—a vast titan that could easily crush iron. Kit is dressed in an oriental-style, priestess kimono. But her attire is lightly armored (and looks battle-ready despite the elegance).

“Look, temple maiden.” The elf says. “I’ll pay 3-quarters of the price you’re selling these arrows at. Highcedar material isn’t worth what you’re asking.”

Kitsune rests a hand on her hip. She forces a polite, fake smile—the woman thinks of Red, The Crow, Kriticalhit, and Mr. Edon—they were her friends now. The friends that helped her start life anew. Kitsune couldn’t let the guys down. She had to fight her desire to inflict genocide on womankind.

Yet veins of rage throb on Kit’s forehead. “Can you read the sign please?” She asks. The chick flips up her eyepatch—revealing a blood-red eye. “I think it says prices are at my discretion. And I’ve said the prices for the arrows are final.”

“That entire rule is a load of shit.” The elf says. She bends over and prods Kitsune’s fat, gigantic breast. Her finger sinks deep into this boulder of dough. “Why don’t you have set prices for your—”

Kitsune snatches the elf’s hand. She crushes the bones inside with her herculean grip.

“I think our entire gender is shit.” Kit says—while the elf screams in agony. “We kill creatures to the point extinction, just for fashion’s sake.” Kitsune then tightens her grip, causing more yells. “We destroy everything in our path, just to find items that make us look pretty.”

The elf begs to be let free.

“So to answer your question on why prices are at my discretion,” Kitsune adds, flipping down her eyepatch. “It’s because last time I bargained with our kind, I ended up losing my home, my friends, and my family.” She then clenches her grip more. “Womankind turned me immobile for 200 years in a temple. I was a living statue.”

The elf winces.

"I've lost everything because of our sex." Kitsune adds. "And whenever I see someone like you wearing jewelry made from a creature I once loved and protected. I just want to murder the bitch wearing it." 

Kitsune releases the elf’s hand. The girl screams while fleeing as fast as possible.

Now alone at her booth beside the lake temple, Kitsune sighs. “Well at least I didn’t kill her.” She says. The beauty reaches into her vast breasts, rummages around, and pulls out a journal. It’s labeled Violence Diary.

 Kitsune flips to today’s page which had two columns. The left one said Female Customers Spared, and the right one said Female Customers Injured.

The left column has all the checks, and the right one has none.

That’s great because today is Sunday—which isn’t a cheat day. Despite Kitsune’s immense belly, she started a diet. Not a weight loss diet, but a violence diet. Kit knows she has the willpower to cut back on hurting her own gender. It’s just…a very difficult task.

The maiden has one cheat day every two weeks.

With a pen in her grip, Yi-Mistsong gazes at today’s perfect page—no injuries to other girls. “Do I really need to mark that last event down?” She asks. “I literally made it to sunset…”

She closes the book and gives herself a violence-free day.

***
One month later.
***

“Kiddo, this doesn’t make any sense…” Red says. He then frowns while scratching his head. Robot's standing on the counter of Kitsune’s vending booth. The droid—16-inches tall with antennae—turns to each page of Kit’s violence diary. “Wouldn’t your cravings to hurt girls go away by not giving into them?”

Kitsune is seated in a chair and filing her nails. “Yeah, I guess I’ll always wish  to harm my gender.” She then gazes at her manicured hand. “I gave my best on that diet you know. So what more can I do?”

“I believe you too.” Red says. “I’m just kinda surprised. I knew a few guys in the army who gave up smoking and eventually they didn’t want cigarettes.” Red then shrugs. “I thought this was the same sort of deal.”

“Well I do have a Plan B.” Kitsune says.

“What’s that, kiddo?”

Still trimming her nails, Kitsune uses one of her tails and points to a new sign beside the shop.

“The owner of this market booth is an emotionally-unstable misogynist who is prone to commit random acts of violence. Please interact with her at your own discretion. Safety is not guaranteed.”

“I’m heading into the temple to make some tea.” Kitsune says, then stuffing her nail file back into her massive bosom. “Mind watching the booth for me?”

“Sure can, Kitkat.” Red says, giving a smile and thumbs-up.

The shrine maiden smiles, stands up, and then walks toward the temple. Her gargantuan rear has a violent wobble with each step.

As soon as the coast is clear, female travelers rush from the bushes, trees, and other hiding places. They swarm the market booth and throw bags of money at Red before taking items. He’s knocked to the ground and yells “NOOOOOOO!” while entombed by falling bags of coins.

***
A few minutes later.
***

Kitsune walks out the temple with two cups of tea on her tray. The chick stares at the mountain of money behind her stall. “Lucky as a cricket as always.” She thought, followed by a warm chuckle. “I’d probably get the cash to restore this temple in a single day if Red ran the shop~”