To Cross Over or Not to Cross Over...
NOTE I: In respect to Jim's writing style, all Oriental (Japanese,
Korean, Chinese, etc) names are written in "family name-first" order
in the narrative. Western names are written in "family name-last"
order. Mixed names will be written dependant on the family name.
NOTE II: Writer's commentary and translations of foreign language
text will appear at the end of the story text.
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Amherst, near Buffalo, New York State...
"There! Do you feel it, Jess?! Do you feel it now?!"
"I...! I..." the panting African-American in her late twenties
shudders, then her deep brown eyes begin to flicker with an eerie
burgundy light. "I...! Y-yes...! YES!! Oh, Gaia, YES!! I can feel
it, Tariko! I can feel it!!"
"Atta girl!" the lovely Oriental teenager grins as she holds the
gyrating American under her ample breasts. The support was necessary
to allow the latter to press her dripping womanhood into that of the
third naked woman in the bedroom, a bosomy redhead with freckles.
Like Jess' eyes, the third girl's eyes also flicker between their
natural evergreen and a glowing burgundy. "You still with us,
Wendy?!"
"Y-yeah! S-still h-here..." Wendy stutters, then cries out as
something much bigger than the penis of the man who raped and left her
pregnant with their son three years before the Millennial Virus struck
surges into her cunt. "Oh, GEEZ!!!" she screams, her back arching as
she grabs the sheets of the bed, the feeling of something hot
exploding deep within her loins flooding her from head to toe.
"HOME RUN!!!!" Tariko whoops as a shrill cry of delight escapes
Jess' lips, then the older woman collapses against her.
"Oh, God..." the strength in Wendy's body fails as she takes
several deep breaths to replenish her blood oxygen content, then she
weakly raises her head to gaze on Tariko. "Tariko...? Did it
happen...?" she rasps, then collapses once more in a dazed stupor.
Jess also slumps against Tariko, her hands feebly coming up to
hold the younger girl's arm. "Both of us...?" seeps from her mouth.
Her head then rolls to one side, the fatigue finally
overwhelming her. "Yes," their guest nods. "Both of you."
Tariko takes a deep breath -- even if she had not been as
directly involved in this event as Jessica Kennett and Wendy Myers,
she was just as exhausted after empathically/telekinetically helping
them conceive -- then she shifts herself off the couple's bed. Taking
a moment to stretch herself, she moves to turn the unconscious Wendy
around so she could lay against her lover. Once both are in place,
Tariko draws a blanket over them. Noting that all is well with her
latest customers, she heads over to where her clothes are. Making
herself decent, she draws out a personal notepad, then writes down a
quick letter before placing it on the nightstand. Gazing once more on
the couple, Tariko smirks, then heads out, closing the light behind
her. If she hurried, she'd catch the last bus to Toronto, then the
red-eye flight home...
* * *
Approaching Narita-New Tokyo International Airport, twenty hours
later...
Seeing the warning lamps flash throughout the Airbus A330
delivering Air Canada Flight 469 from Vancouver and Toronto to Tokyo,
Moroboshi Tariko sighs as she straightens her chair, her hand still
holding this week's copy of "MacLean's" as she scans the national
headlines. Around her, the few couples taking first class on this
trip grudgingly peel away from each other as they relax and buckle up.
Tariko is unable to avoid seeing several of them out of the corners of
her eyes, fixing up their makeup or wiping their faces clean of
vaginal discharge with the warmed wet cloths the several flight
attendants -- those who had not busied themselves attending to their
passengers' needs in a more *personal* way! -- had readily provided
them before moving to take their own seats by the exits.
"Miss Moroboshi?"
"Yes? Oh, hello, Donna," she smiles on seeing a very lovely
beach-blonde with blue-green eyes from San Diego gazing concernedly at
her. Tariko is quick to note the flash of hurt in the stewardess'
eyes. Donna Rowthorn had tried to offer her some "personal" service
five times since the Airbus lifted off from Vancouver. "Donna, you
KNOW there are more nicer people aboard this plane you could've been
with!"
Donna gives her a cute pout. "Miss Moroboshi, you're the only
one on this plane who hasn't had ANYTHING done to her since we left
Toronto," she coyly muses, wagging a motherly finger at her. "I'm not
the only one who's noticed this, you know. None of us like the idea
of any passenger leaving our plane without having some sort of..." she
rocks her head in an "oh-well" gesture, "...*intimate* service."
Tariko takes a deep breath, counting to ten in Korean -- *Hana,
Tul, Set, Net, Tasout, Yousout, Ilgop, Youdoulp, Ahop, Youl...* --
then she relaxes, giving Donna a playfully inviting smile. "Lean
close to me, please."
The attendant blinks, then leans closer. Once in range, Tariko
leans up to gently swallow the Californian's mouth wholesale, her free
arm holding Donna safely in place as the other hand lets go of the
magazine. As their tongues automatically start to play, Donna
shudders as a curious, wet *warmth* surges through her body from head
to toe. It was as if she was skinny-dipping in the Caribbean Sea...!
No, no, no!
She was in a jacuzzi with her best friends, they fucking each
other's brains out...!
No, no, no!
She was in a soft, warm bed with a dozen very cute girls
suckling away at her tits and cunt...!
No, no, no!
She was alone in her aircraft, a cute yet very BIG she-male
giving her the pony ride of a lifetime...!
No, no, no!
She...
She...
Their lips part, Donna shuddering reflexively as the warmth
surging through every cell in her body at that very moment starts to
fade. Fortunately, Tariko's hand is poised in the right spot to catch
the stewardess in case she stumbled. As new, heartening strength
floods Donna's body, she automatically straightens herself, a sense of
satisfaction making her nod. "I hope you've enjoyed your flight, Miss
Moroboshi," she gazes contently at Tariko. "We'll be landing in the
next several minutes. Please fly with us again soon."
She turns to head to her seat. "Count on it, Miss Rowthorn,"
Tariko smiles, then perks. "Oh...!"
"Yes?" Donna stops, gazing at her.
"The woman in seat Twenty-seven-Ef. Is she alright?"
"I..." the stewardess blinks, then slowly nods. "I'll look in
on her right now, Miss Moroboshi. Excuse me, please."
She heads off. Tariko watches her, then sighs. "Another day,
another kiss," she mutters to herself as she picks up the magazine...
* * *
Twenty rows back, in the business section, Special Agent Deunan
Knute of the Federal Bureau of Investigations straightens herself.
Right now, she is wondering for the umpteenth time why she was tailing
the Moroboshi kid -- since nothing illegal had been pinned on her,
calling her by the FBI's usual moniker for a criminal suspect, "mutt,"
seemed inappropriate -- when she could be helping chase down the
weird, paranormal problems the "X" Files were forcing the Bureau to
deal with. While she certainly didn't mind a working vacation or two
-- her office in Washington left MUCH to be desired -- Deunan was the
type of G-woman who wanted to be actually ACCOMPLISHING something when
she was on government time. And no, that DIDN'T mean being a sex toy
for her boss, Special Agent In Charge Dana Scully! Still, despite the
lack of any sort of criminal intent, Deunan had, over the last month
or so, come to discover some curious things about the Moroboshi girl.
Tariko was born on the thirteenth of April seventeen years ago
-- a Friday the Thirteenth, that day had been, too, not to mention
that it was also Butsumetsu, a particularly unlucky day in the
Buddhist calendar! -- to Moroboshi Muchi, a man who had just graduated
from Tokyo University to become one of Japan's endless legion of
salarymen, and his lover, Yamaguchi Kinshou. The birth had clearly
been unexpected for the couple in question; Kinshou had been forced to
drop out of college to become a full-time mother. What was worse, the
bad luck heralded by Tariko's birthday struck again with a vengeance
when the Millennial Virus hit. Muchi had been one of its earliest
victims. Kinshou would follow him soon enough thanks to an accident
-- most likely, a suicide -- in a forested ravine outside of Tokyo,
just after she had abandoned Tariko at the gates of a Buddhist shrine.
Given the sheer chaos of those times -- Deunan was in her thirties,
having joined the Bureau just after the Virus struck after a five-year
stint with the Los Angeles Police Department -- it stood to rights
that (until things were proven otherwise) some women would have
concluded that after all the men had died, women might have followed.
Sadly, Tariko's mother died long before the more benign elements of
the Virus could have saved her, even from a twenty-metre drop off a
cliff.
Tariko spent a couple years in an orphanage, then she became the
ward of one Mendou Haruka, matriarch of one of Japan's wealthiest
industrial and trading conglomerates. Why the girl hadn't been
directly adopted into the Mendou family was one of the things Deunan
hadn't learned from the Bureau's background check on Tariko. However,
despite the difference of family name, Tariko was said to be treated
as no different than Haruka's real daughter, Ryooko. With that,
Tariko remained with the Mendou family until she turned thirteen, then
set off to live on her own somewhere in the Nerima ward of Tokyo; the
Mendous lived in the nearby town of Tomobiki. At the same time,
Mendou Industries established a new subsidiary, Love Destiny
Enterprises, with Tariko as sole shareholder and chief executive
officer. Fortunately for her, some odd legal manoeuvres on the part
of her guardian ensured that no regulator would harass the
still-underage boss of LDE.
It was the activities Tariko carried out on behalf of LDE that
would eventually attract the Bureau's curiosity. Oh, there was
nothing wrong with Love Destiny's finances, at least as much as the
Internal Revenue Service could discover through their counterparts in
Tokyo. Taxes were paid promptly by LDE every year. Even more, Tariko
didn't bother with any of the many legal loopholes Japanese tax laws
gave a successful young businesswoman like her. But what EXACT
business Tariko carried out with her customers, both at home and
abroad, remained a mystery. Oh, it was listed under the general aegis
of "personal consultations," which included fees for transportation
and hotel room rentals, but as to what sort of "consultation" this
young woman did with her customers, no one had any clear idea
whatsoever.
Even more -- at least for the last year or so -- Tariko had done
much "consulting" with known or suspected elements of the worldwide
organization of extreme androphobes called the "Hydra." Her most
recent trip to the United States -- visiting Boston, New York City and
Buffalo before crossing the Canadian border at Niagara Falls -- had
brought her in contact with three couples long suspected by the Bureau
and the Central Intelligence Agency to be directly involved with the
Hydra's largest American branch, the Sapphic Underground. While
evidence gathered against the Underground's "secret" supporters had
yet resulted in charges being laid by a grand jury, Deunan knew it was
only a matter of time before the long arm of the law would see those
particular mutts' collective asses landed in Leavenworth.
Still, Deunan had no real idea why Dana Scully's "X" Division of
the Washington Field Office had been asked to help out in this, even
with all the curious things about Tariko and LDE other special agents
had discovered. And even if Dana herself personally knew what was
going on, she had seen no reason to pass it on to Deunan. Why? What
was the big mystery here...?
"Miss Knute?"
Deunan's head snaps up, she finding herself gazing at one of the
stewardesses. "Yes?"
"Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but the woman in seat 6C asked
about you," Donna Rowthorn gives her a reassuring smile.
Deunan blinks. "Six-Sea? I don't know the person there..."
"Tariko Moroboshi?" Donna ventures, giving the Japanese woman's
name in Western "family name-last" order.
A surge of surprise rips through the FBI agent, then she sinks
back in her chair as the name echoes through her mind.
How on Earth did she...?
Unless...
Oh, shit...
Oh, SHIT!
"Miss Knute?"
Deunan blinks, then focuses once more on Donna. "Um..." she
pauses as her mind rolls around what her training and experience with
the "X" Division just made her conclude. "Please tell Miss Moroboshi
I'm okay. And..." she pauses again. Oh, damn, what should she do
NOW? "Could you please tell her that I'd like to meet her once I get
through immigration and customs, alright?"
"Sure thing," Donna nods, then heads forward.
Deunan watches her go, then sinks back into her chair as she
feels her heart thud loudly in her sinuses. "Dana, I'm gonna KILL you
for not telling me about this!" she hisses, grateful that she was
alone in her particular seat row...
* * *
Soon enough, the A330 is locked alongside one of the jetways at
Narita's Terminal Two, its passengers spilling out to make their way
through immigration and customs check before hooking up with whatever
mode of transportation would take them to their final destination.
Deunan, being a sworn agent of America's chief law enforcement agency
currently operating WAY outside her usual jurisdiction, is held up at
immigration for a while as the local officers quickly confirm the
letters of authorization from the Bureau and the National Police
Agency allowing her to come to Japan on business. Once that is
resolved, Deunan is cleared through customs, then makes her way to the
arrivals lounge -- to see the object of her trip to the Land of the
Rising Sun standing near one of the terminal restaurants, her soft
brown eyes locked on the American's face, a friendly smile turning her
very kissable lips upward. "Nihon e youkoso, Special Agent Knute."
Deunan stops a metre away from Tariko, trying her best to find
some way to seize SOME control over this situation. It is difficult,
though. Atop all the oddities about this whole damned case that
needed to be finally aired out, it was hard not to ignore how
beautiful the young woman before her actually was. Neck-length,
shaggy brown hair with the slight tinge of deep chestnut at the tips.
A finely sculptured face dotted with a dimple under the left eye. A
trim track-runner's body currently under a turtleneck sweater and
brown corduroy pants, her overnight bag now slung over a shoulder.
And while Deunan had taken advantage of some "personal" service from
one of the stewardesses during the long haul from Vancouver (not to
mention a quickie with another passenger on the Toronto-Vancouver leg
of the flight), the FBI agent could feel her loins firing up yet
again. No, no, damn it all, NO!! She couldn't start feeling THAT way
about Tariko...!
Yet...
Deunan blinks, surprised to see Tariko -- they are the same
height -- now standing close to her, a hand gently gliding over the
American's cheek as the soft touch of Tariko's lips on her own nearly
makes her faint. Right at the precipice though, a tidal wave of
iron-hard control surges through the FBI agent's body, firming her
muscles, heart and soul from the oncoming rush of passion the Virus
forces on almost everyone it touches. Tariko pulls away, drawing her
hand from the blonde's cheek as she waits for Deunan to get a hold of
herself. Deunan's hand rises to touch the place where Tariko had
touched her, then she stares intently at the Japanese woman. "How did
you know?"
Tariko's smile widens slightly, an amused twinkle flashing from
the corner of her eye. "I can sense that you have a Smith and Wesson
1076 ten-millimetre automatic in your travel bag right now. That
seems to be the popular sidearm of choice for special agents of the
Bureau. Your Secret Service, especially members of the President's
Protective Detail, are still wedded to Sig Sauer nines. And yes,
before you ask, I have been to the White House on previous trips to
America. So, what exactly have I done to earn the Bureau's interest
in me?"
Deunan's jaw drops as that avalanche of revelations crashes into
her mind, then she sighs. "Maybe you can tell me then, Miss
Moroboshi, because right now, I'm not sure what the hell I'm supposed
to be doing with you!"
A chuckle responds. "Oh, I understand! Poor FBI special agent
sent after a foreign national who just visited suspected members of an
international criminal organization on her last trip to the United
States and she has no idea how to proceed. Well, then..." a
thoughtful hum escapes the younger girl. "My ride back to Nerima
won't be here for a bit, so why don't we get something to eat and talk
about it," she notions to the restaurant. "The wantan-men they serve
is really good and I think you'd want something more to eat than
whatever that was for lunch and dinner aboard the plane, not to
mention whoever it was you gave a blowjob to while we were over
Saskatchewan."
"Um...!" Deunan feels her eyebrows twitch. "Ah...!
R-right...!"
* * *
Somewhere in Nerima...
The bell rings as the door to Otimtim's opens and closes.
Automatically, the woman at the cashier calls out, "Irasshaimasen!"
"Eh?!" Morisato Ryuunosuke perks on seeing the ponytailed,
sienna-haired beauty with the well-toned body now behind the counter.
As typical for her, Ryuunosuke is dressed in a pair of faded jeans and
a loose-knit sweater, a black ski vest providing some extra warmth.
"Misa-chan?! What are you doing here?!" she walks up to the counter
as Tanaka Misa shifts over to stare at her.
"Oh, Satomi-chan has an errand to run, so..." Misa suddenly
forgets to breathe as the door opens and closes once more.
"Darling?"
Ryuunosuke turns on hearing that greeting, then with a smile,
reaches out with her hand. Staring at the heavenly, blue-green
haired, green-eyed vision -- even one dressed like Ryuunosuke in
jeans, shirt and vest in a frankly failed attempt at downplaying her
heartbreaking looks -- Misa shakes her head, VERY envious at her
friend's choice of fiancee. "And this MUST be Lum, right?"
"Hai!" the Oni princess beams as she gently grasps Ryuunosuke's
hand, then she blinks as surprise crosses her face after staring at
Misa. "Darling, this isn't Satomi-chan," she gazes confusedly on her
fiancee. "You said this was her restaurant!"
"It's okay, it's okay!" Misa waves Lum down with a chuckle, then
indicates a pair of stools by the counter. "Satomi-chan had to go to
Narita to pick up Tariko-chan and bring her back here. She'll be back
in a few hours, depending on traffic. So what will you have?"
Ryuunosuke orders an expresso while Lum gets a chocolate cocovi.
As Misa prepares their coffee, the door to the kitchen opens,
revealing a woman somewhat shorter and paler than Misa, her long burnt
brown hair extending straight to her waist, though she has decorative
ribbons tied over her ears. "Oh, Ryuunosuke-san, ohayou gozaimasu!"
Sakuragi Mai beams, then she notices her companion. "Eh?!"
"Ohayou," Lum smiles back. Ever since her arrival on Earth, the
Oni had been attracting stares, especially when she ventured out of
Tomobiki. While it was annoying, it was also understandable. "It's a
pleasure to meet you. I'm always happy to meet Darling's friends."
Ryuunosuke quickly does introductions. "So it IS true, huh?"
Misa chuckles as Mai comes up to help. "When's the big day?"
"Soon, hopefully," Ryuunosuke gives Lum's hand a squeeze. "In
fact, the sooner the better."
"Shinobu-san?" Mai gives her a knowing look.
Lum's smile instantly fades, a threatening scowl crossing her
face as tiny sparks of electricity dance over her body. A resigned
look crosses Ryuunosuke's face. "Yeah," she nods. "She ain't too
happy about what happened between Lum and me."
"Oh, of course not!" Misa snorts. "The whole world just HAS to
revolve around the exulted Miyaki Shinobu-sama. All hail the Great
Shinobu!" she waves her hands towards the ceiling. "Geez, what a
bitch! How many girls is she screwing now? Five? Six?"
"I heard she's hooked up now with Maijima Karen," Mai notes.
Misa spins on her lover. "Eh?! You mean Karen's going to try
to stop chasing Yui-chan?!"
"What do *you* think, Anata?!" Mai gives her a look, then hands
Lum her cocovi. "Over half the girls at Hachijuuhachi High want to
jump Yui-san's bones if she'd ever give any of them the chance!
Karen-san's just at the head of the line!!"
"You mean no one's figured out who Yui-chan's 'secret love'
is?!" Ryuunosuke chuckles, then nods thanks as Misa gives her a cup of
expresso. "The one who'll finally pull Yui-chan's ribbons out of her
hair come graduation day?!"
"It's a tag race, Darling?!" Lum spins on her fiancee.
"Sorta," Ryuunosuke smirks, then nods over to a photo album
sitting on a top shelf behind the bar.
Mai retrieves the book in question. Ryuunosuke opens it to a
page, then indicates a picture for Lum. "That's Yui-chan, Lum.
Narusawa Yui, most popular girl at Hachijuuhachi High School here in
Nerima. You can see why, ne?"
"Kawaii!" Lum whistles on seeing the raven-haired teenager with
the burning chestnut eyes, her hair tied up in side buns with plain
gold ribbons. The Oni then leans over to kiss Ryuunosuke's cheek.
"But no girl compares to my Darling," she adds in a whisper.
"Lum..." Ryuunosuke's cheeks flame.
"You're a lucky girl, Ryuunosuke-chan!" an envious sigh escapes
Misa, then she blinks. "Um, do you know that...?"
"Darling's a hermaphrodite? Hai, I do," Lum nods, then looks
down ashamedly. "But right now, Darling's being a hermaphrodite might
not be the best thing for her, Misa-san. That's why we came here
today. Hopefully, Satomi-san could help her."
"Huh?!" Misa perks. "You haven't told her...?" she turns on
Ryuunosuke.
"Haven't had much of a chance," the raven-haired herm shakes her
head. "Ever since we left Tomobiki, Lum here's been cursing the blue
streak over Shinobu's latest little plot to get me back in her
clutches!"
"Oh?! And what's the bitch got in mind now?"
"She threatening to tell everyone at school what I am."
Mai and Misa wince. "Ai-cha!" the latter slaps her forehead.
"That would make things rough, especially for you, Lum-san," the
former muses. "It's like what Mother once told me about the way some
men in the old days here in Japan and over in Korea would view Western
men when they married local girls."
"My 'stealing' someone like Darling from those who'd want her
for themselves, you mean?" Lum's eyebrow arches.
"Hai," Mai nods, then perks as she stares at Ryuunosuke.
"Wait!"
"What?!"
"Tariko-san can help you, Ryuunosuke-san!" Mai declares.
"Satomi-san told us sometime back that Tariko-san was able to turn a
hermaphrodite into a normal woman -- albeit one like Tariko-san
herself -- when she last visited England."
Silence falls as Mai's words sink into Ryuunosuke's mind, then
the raven-haired girl gazes on the counter. She had come here to seek
Moroboshi Tariko's help to conceive hers and Lum's baby within the
herm's own womb. Despite her having a penis and testicles, Ryuunosuke
also has a womb and ovaries which could help her bear a healthy baby
like other women. But to believe that Tariko could do THAT...!!
Ryuunosuke tenses on feeling Lum's hands gently grasp hers.
Giving the Oni princess a thankful smile, Ryuunosuke takes a deep
breath, then stares once more at Misa and Mai, hope burning deep in
her eyes. "Are you guys sure Tariko-chan could help me THAT way?!"
"You bet!" Misa grins. "Matter of fact, Mai-chan and I're gonna
ask Tariko-chan to help us have our own babies when she gets home!"
She draws her lover close. Staring at her hosts, Ryuunosuke's
eyes widen as Misa's words echo in her mind, then gulping, she turns
back to Lum. "Lum, would you...?" she stutters, then blinks
surprisedly as the Oni's finger lands on her lips.
"Darling, I love you," Lum smiles. "It's you and only you. And
if this'll get that bitch Miyaki off your back, so much the better!"
They slide together in a passionate kiss, Misa and Mai watching
them approvingly...
* * *
Narita...
"AH-CHOO!!!!"
"Geseuntheit!!"
Tariko groans, rubbing her nose. "Damn! Who's talking about
me...?"
"Must've been one of your old customers," Deunan smirks, then
sips her tea.
The younger woman gives the FBI agent a look, then she takes up
her chopsticks and begins to slurp down her wantan-men. "Maybe..."
Tariko replies after gulping down some noodles, then she gives her new
friend a curious look, a light smile tugging her lips. "So you want
to know what is it I actually do with these people when they hire me
for 'personal consultations,' ne?"
"A lot of us in the Bureau, not to mention our friends in the
Agency, are curious," Deunan confirms.
"Alright, then," Tariko's smile, akin to what a magician might
project when she pulls a rabbit out of her heat, widens. "Tell me
this: with the people you've watched, how many of them have given
birth to children? Oh, say, in the last three months or so?"
Deunan stops, a dumpling now held in chopsticks half-way to her
mouth, then she slowly lowers it back into the broth as a reflective
look crosses her face. "Well, now that you mentioned it, about a
dozen or so that we know have met you did give birth to babies, at
least since I was assigned to this whole operation. Sarah Benson,
Joanna Ashburne, Michelle Florence, Karey Simpson..."
"Oh, I remember them," Tariko titters. "Did you check up the
records in the fertility clinics to see if they paid visits there
around the time when I saw them? No?" she blinks on seeing the
American shake her head. "Well, don't bother, because I can assure
you that they never did visit them. And thanks to me..." she turns
back to her wantan-men, "...they never will. Not for the rest of
their lives."
Silence falls as Deunan gazes wide-eyed on the young Japanese
woman, her mind overloading from the data dump Tariko just dropped on
her head. Carefully placing her chopsticks on the table beside her
bowl, the FBI agent turns away for a moment, then she gazes once more
on Tariko. With her years of experience as a police officer in Los
Angeles, then as a Bureau special agent, she had considerable amounts
of practice in ferreting out falsehood from suspects. That experience
could only make her conclude that Tariko just told her the truth, the
whole truth and nothing but the truth. "You mean to tell me..." her
voice turns into a rasp, then she coughs. "That you have some way to
give women the ability to mate and conceive children in some form of
fusion pregnancy...? Without having to go to a conception clinic?"
"Exactly," Tariko nods.
"Are you sure you're not a hermaphrodite?"
Tariko smirks before reaching out with her free hand. Deunan
doesn't resist as Tariko pulls the hand to the top of her trousers.
Deftly, the American flicks open the pants, then reaches in to find --
much to her surprise! -- a pair of silk panties awaiting her. Keeping
her fingers to the outside of that soft fabric, Deunan reaches down to
rub the area directly between Tariko's thighs. The Japanese woman
shudders as her companion's fingers press the fabric against her clit,
then she breathes out as Deunan pulls her hand back. Quickly making
Tariko decent again -- despite the fact that no one in this particular
restaurant wouldn't have minded given the three couples in nearby
tables already engaged in some deep tongue-to-pussy conversations and
a five-way orgy in one corner booth involving two of the waitresses
and three executives from one of Saudi Arabia's larger oil firms --
Deunan then pulls back. Her mind rolls through what information she
just acquired on the woman beside her, then she whispers, "You're
clearly some sort of psychic..." she gazes intently at Tariko. "Have
you...?"
"Been tested?" Tariko shakes her head. "No, nor do I intend to
get tested. Much that I've got some questions about how I got all
these abilities, the idea of spending time in a government laboratory
as the resident guinea pig doesn't turn my crank."
An understanding nod responds. As the first post-Virus psychics
began to emerge throughout the States, mandatory testing was imposed
on them by Washington through DOSREM, the government's new Department
of Special Resources Management. However, within two years, a DOSREM
internal investigation revealed that those who had been forced through
such testing had been made to live in inhumane conditions -- which in
this age, usually meant a near-total absence of any intimate
companionship. Fortunately, the Secretary of Special Resources
Management, a lovely Tennessean from Nashville named Amy Elliot --
said SECSREM (pronounced "Sex-Rem") remains the only Cabinet-level
officer in post-Virus Washington history to have posed as a "Playgirl"
centerfold while in office! -- had been more than willing to end
mandatory psychic testing. These days, any form of testing done on
budding psychics was jointly monitored by the Bureau, DOSREM and the
American Civil Liberties Union. Outside America, DOSREM's counterpart
agencies -- in Japan, that was called the Ministry of Special
Resources -- quickly followed suit.
"I can see that," Deunan muses. "I assume your powers have
something to do with this ability you're able to pass on to others..."
"Tariko?! Is that you?!"
Tariko spins around, then gapes, bolting to her feet as a
crimson-haired Israeli in a Saville Row business dress with slacks
runs up to swamp her with a warm embrace. "Mikki!" the Japanese woman
laughs before they share a tongue-filled kiss, then Tariko quickly
notices the beautiful woman who accompanied her Israeli friend into
the restaurant. She is dressed in a stylish abaya with the hood drawn
back to show a wavy storm of ruddy-brown hair held down by a
green-white-black headband. "Israa!!" she squeals before sharing a
warm hug and kiss with her.
Deunan rises, nodding pleasantly to the newcomers as Tariko gets
a couple of seats for them. "I thought it was you!" Mikki chuckles as
she and her companion relax, then she gazes curiously at the American.
"Who...?" her eyebrow arches as her eyes take in the conservative
grey-brown, two-piece suit with the black turtleneck sweater the FBI
agent currently wears. "A new customer, Tariko?"
"No, Mikki, just a curious American government agent who wants
to know why I'm helping suspected members of the Hydra have babies
outside a conception clinic," Tariko takes her seat. "Deunan, this
lovely gingi here is Miriam Ben Gal, a colonel in the Mossad. And
this equally lovely lady beside her is Mikki's wife, Israa al-Khalid
of the Palestinian State Senate, representing Bethlehem. They're two
of my earlier customers; Israa also acts as my personal go-between
whenever people wish to seek out my consultation services throughout
Israel, Palestine, Jordan, Lebanon and Syria. Mikki, Israa, Special
Agent Deunan Knute of the FBI's 'X' Division, Washington Field
Office."
The travellers from the Middle East perk. "You work for Dana
Scully!" Mikki grins, extending her hand.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Colonel," Deunan gives her a warm
squeeze, then offers her hand to Israa. "Senator."
"Sophia's Blessings on you, Special Agent Knute," the
Palestinian nods pleasantly. "So why is it your Bureau is suddenly
picking on our beautiful Tariko? Don't they have better things to do
than try to infringe on a young entrepreneur's business?"
The American blushes. "Well, ma'am, we are a little curious as
to why Tariko's been soliciting business from suspected supporters of
the Hydra, so I was sent to trail her. However..." she emits a deep
sigh, gazing on Tariko.
"However, trailing a Class Thirty empath/telepath who is also
rated a Class Twenty-five telekinetic and a Class Ten psychokinetic is
simply next to impossible," Mikki chuckles, waving a waitress over,
then seeing the American's dropped jaw, laughs. "Tariko's already
told you that she's never been tested, eh? What you just heard is the
Mossad's best guess as to her true abilities."
The waitress comes up to take their order, then heads off. Once
she is out of hearing range, Deunan gazes on Tariko, then turns back
to the Israeli. "Then why is it the Mossad hasn't shared any of this
with the Agency, Colonel? Someone with *that* level of power..."
Amused laughter responds. "It's alright, Agent Knute," Mikki
waves her down. "First of all, until now, we believed that those
other agencies who might've noticed Tariko would've drawn their own
conclusions about her -- unless Agent Scully's been keeping
information from you, which definitely doesn't strike me as normal
given her usual *modus operandi.* Secondly, as Tariko just hinted,
Israa and I aren't the only ones from our part of the world to be
'gifted' by her. She's done a considerable amount of business in the
Holy Land. And yes, some of it was with those who we suspect support
the Daughters of Belitis. You've been visiting some of the
Underground's backers, right?" she gazes on Tariko, then seeing the
Japanese girl nod, turns back to the American. "Has she told you the
reason why she does that?"
"She was starting to explain it when you and the Senator
arrived, Colonel," Deunan nods.
"Well, let's let her finish her 'sales pitch,' then," Mikki
waves to Tariko.
The waitress returns with two bowls of ramen sans pork for the
Israeli and the Palestinian. "Well, before I carry on, how are Sarah
and Zakia anyway?" Tariko asks. "They'd be both about three right
now? Walking? Talking?"
"Yes, we've finally got past the terrible twos," Israa politely
covers her mouth. "And they both take after Dearest here," she
reaches down to squeeze her beloved's hand, she leaning up to place a
warm kiss on Mikki's cheek.
"Oy, vay! She insists on me taking total credit for this!"
Mikki shrugs, then playfully reaches around Israa's neck to give her a
wet kiss on the lips. "Damn, what did I ever do to deserve a lovely
lady like you to share my bed for the rest of our lives, Israa?"
"Your seductive technique the day we met was quite convincing,
Beloved," Israa purrs. "And given that you were at the time leading a
strike team from the Directorate to ensure those fanatics in Hamas
wouldn't have detonated a tactical nuclear bomb in Ramallah, that went
a long way to allowing our lives to be an example for so many others
who chose to seek their lifemates across the Green Line."
Tariko sighs as the couple across from her share another warm
kiss. Watching them, Deunan blinks, then reaches over to gently grasp
the Japanese woman's hand. "You gave them both such happiness,
Tariko," she leans over to kiss Tariko's cheek.
Mikki and Israa pull apart. "As Beloved just told you, Agent
Knute..."
"Please, Senator," the American blushes. "Deunan."
"Israa," the Palestinian returns. "Anyhow, she's given many
people in our shared federation much happiness," she leans her head on
her life-mate's arm. "Thus, I believe I am speaking for both the
Palestinian Senate and the Israeli Knesset when I say that we will
view it quite dimly if your Bureau or any other agency of the American
government seeks to persecute Tariko in any way, shape or form without
just cause. And I must note that the United States of Israel and
Palestine will not be the only government who'd take that view should
something like that happen. The Commonwealth of Australia, the
Dominion of Canada, the United Democratic Republic of Korea, the
United Emirates of Afghanistan and the Federal Republic of Brazil,
atop thirty other nations, might also take that stance given the work
Tariko's done there."
Tariko flusters. "Israa, I'm just one person...!"
"Who helped give Mikki and I two of the most beautiful children
any mother could ever ask for!" Israa cuts her off. "What do the
Aboriginals of Australia and the First Nations of Canada call you?
'She Who Brings The Gift of Motherhood?' How many goddaughters do you
have now, Tariko? Ten thousand? Twenty? Thirty? More? How many
now feel secure knowing that they have total control of their ultimate
destiny, the destiny that is still demanded of women? Even now in a
world without men, even with the effects the Virus forces on us to
this very day? And all that, Tariko, is because of YOU!" she points
to the Japanese woman. "I believe, Mikki believes, we ALL believe
that some great power gave you the ability to pass on this
'telekinetic-assisted parthenogenesis' to those who desire it. So
some of them turn out to be suspect supporters of the Hydra? That's
good! If they're busy worrying about children, that means they won't
have time to consider sending money to those lunatics who blow up all
the research clinics dedicated to finding some way to bring men back
into society!"
Deunan gazes at Tariko. The Japanese woman is picking absently
at her wantan-men, then she gazes at the American before an apologetic
smile cuts across her face. "Many of those I've helped in the past
have been just as passionate as Israa here when it comes to what I
do," she sighs, then she sets her chopsticks aside. "Deunan, what
drives the people of the Hydra, anyway?"
"Hatred of men, of course," the FBI agent shrugs.
"But where does that hatred come from?"
Deunan stops, then gazes anew at Tariko. "Fear of men?"
"Yeah," the Japanese woman nods. "Didn't your President
Roosevelt say at his first inauguration back in 1933, 'We have nothing
to fear but fear itself?' THAT, Deunan, is what I'm fighting. If I
eliminate the fear, then anger and hatred have no place to set up
roots. Look at the people I just visited before I met you. One of
them was raped when she was twelve, forced to become a mother because
her own mother couldn't afford a regular abortion. She had to drop
out of high school to raise her son. The Virus then hits, killing her
son as well as killing the man who raped her. She was torn up deep
inside by what happened back then, Deunan. On the one hand, she ached
beyond belief at the loss of her only child. On the other hand, the
only memories she has of men, to this day, are unkind ones.
"THOSE are the type of people who form the core of the
Underground, the Daughters of Belitis and all the other parts of the
Hydra, Deunan," Tariko points nowhere in particular. "Oh, yes, you've
got the young intellectuals, those who were born during or after the
time the Virus first struck. Those who've never seen a man save from
pictures, the ones who've looked at history and concluded that having
men back would do womankind no good in the long run. And yes, you've
got those sociopaths and psychotics who like nothing better to do than
to destroy things just to get their sexual kicks or adrenaline high.
But the deep core of the Hydra are people like the ones I've been
with. Victims of rape, child abuse, spousal abuse and Heaven only
knows what else. Bright women who were discriminated against when
they tried to make a better life of themselves ONLY BECAUSE they were
women and weren't interested in dropping to their knees and giving men
blow-jobs to advanced themselves. THAT'S what the Hydra is composed
of, Deunan. And believe it or not, they've got a right to BE afraid!"
"I agree with that, but not all men were monsters, Tariko,"
Deunan nods.
"I know," Tariko nods. "I can sense from here that there was a
special someone in your life that you loved very much..."
"Two."
"Eh?"
"Two," Deunan blinks, her eyes misting over. Before she could
react, Israa gives her a handkerchief. "Thanks," she wipes her eyes,
then sighs. "First was my father, Carl. One of the toughest beat
cops in the LAPD. Everyone loved him, respected him. He was about to
be promoted to Commissioner when the Virus killed him. Then there was
my boyfriend, Briareos Hecatonchires. He came from Greece originally,
was working in SWAT when he died. Oh, GOD, I miss Bri so damned
much!" her fists squeeze tightly as she closes her eyes.
"You're not the only one who lost good men in those days,
Deunan," Mikki sighs. "My husband, Avi, was a colonel in the Agaf
Modiin, the Defence Force's primary intelligence group. He was a
patriotic man, but a realist, too. He knew we had to make some
serious concessions with the Palestinians if we were EVER going to
have a lasting peace. I only wish he'd live long enough to see what
we finally had to do to make that peace possible. But..." she gazes
heavenward, "...I believe that in whatever better place he is now, Avi
is happy."
"My father, Ibrahim, was also such a man," Israa adds. "Papa
was Western-educated, which was rare for my people at the time. And
because of that, he often was ostracized by his comrades in the PLO
because he often said that for us to make a real state, we had to
adopt the ways of the West and mould them to our faith in Islam. I,
too, hope that, wherever he now resides, Papa is also happy."
"Deunan, with most of the Hydra, they've never known good people
like your dad," Tariko concludes. "And me? My dad died when I was a
baby. I lost my mother right after, then wound up in an orphanage for
two years. What type of man was my father? I'll never really know,
Deunan. But regardless of how I feel about men, I know I've no right
to impose my opinions on other people. That's me. Others don't feel
that way. Others let their fears govern their actions. And many
allow their fears to make them do all sorts of awful things. I only
can thank the Fates that the Hydra hasn't gone all the way to killing
people to make their point. And no, I would NEVER do business with
those who're guilty of blowing places up. I'd help you put those
animals in cages where they belong. But until that happens, all I CAN
do now is help people manage and overcome their fears. And by giving
them the power to have children outside of any government conception
clinic..."
"You give them the power to directly influence their immortality
through their offspring," Mikki finishes.
"Hence, 'Love Destiny Enterprises,'" Israa adds.
Deunan considers that, then asks, "How long will you keep doing
this, then?"
"As long as I'm needed," Tariko shrugs, then perks.
"Or when you finally can find someone else to take over from
you, eh, Tariko-chan?"
The four spin around to see a smiling woman in a blue-and-white
blouse and blue skirt standing nearby. With eyes the grey of
rain-laden storm clouds, she has a head of shaggy platinum-blonde hair
-- quite strange for a Japanese woman, Deunan muses -- that went to
mid-neck. The sultry look now etched on her face sends Deunan's heart
into her throat as a very welcome heat begins to slow-burn in her
loins. Even Mikki and Israa react positively to Kurokawa Satomi's
presence. Tariko's response is a delighted grin as she rises, opening
her arms to let her beloved girlfriend embrace her. "Hey, stranger,
where've you been all this time?" Tariko coos in Satomi's ear.
"Traffic," Satomi grins, then leans up to give the other woman a
passionate kiss before glancing past Tariko. "Hi, Mikki-san,
Israa-san. You guys want to stay with us at Otimtim's or would you
prefer a hotel somewhere in Nerima?"
"It's only going to be a quick visit, Satomi-san," Israa
replies, a knowing smile crossing her face. "Dearest was only given a
week off from the Directorate and the new session of the Senate's
starting in five days, so we have to head back to Jerusalem as soon as
we can."
"Well, you can stay at Otimtim's, then!" Satomi points
heavenward, then notices Tariko giving her a curious look. "What...?"
"Why do I suddenly scent a conspiracy?"
The owner of Otimtim's Coffee House giggles. "While you were
gone, Mikki-san gave me a call and asked that when you came back, she
and Israa-san could come over so you could be there when they
conceived their second set of children," she winks at Tariko. "I told
them 'yes,' so I made sure that I could come here after their flight
arrived from Tel Aviv, which was right after yours..." her voice
trails off as her eyes take note of the beautiful blonde American in
the casual suit sitting across from Israa. "Who...?!"
Deunan pulls out her identification badge. "Deunan Knute. It's
a pleasure to meet you, Satomi-san."
Satomi's eyes go wide on seeing the big letters "FBI" on the
card, then trepidation crosses her face. "Is Tariko-chan in
trouble...?"
"No, ma'am," Deunan slips her wallet back into her jacket. "But
one must make sure when it comes to a special lady like her, ne?"
She winks. Satomi blinks, then a delighted grin crosses her
face. "Hai!" she nods, then slips her arm around Tariko's. "C'mon,
let's get the baggage and load up. I want to get back to the place
before Misa-chan and Mai-chan burn it down!"
"Hai, hai, Ojou-sama!" Tariko dramatically bows, then calls out,
"Cheque, please!!"
Mikki, Israa and Deunan exchange looks, then giggle...
* * *
Nerima, sometime later...
"Are you sure this is the place, Ran?"
"Hai! Otimtim's Coffee House, just like Darling said in her
letter."
"Nice place," Benten muses as she and Ran slip off the former's
motorcycle, then head across the street to stand close to Otimtim's.
"Yep, there they are!" the former points at the couple they now seek,
both visible through the coffee shop's front windows.
"Alright!" Ran firmly grips the Fukunokami's hand as she
half-pulls Benten through the front doors.
"Irasshaimasen!" Mai calls out from behind the counter as the
door bell chimes.
"Hey, Lum! Ryuu!" Benten calls out as the door swings shut
behind her and Ran.
"Konnichi wa, Darling! Lum-chan!" Ran calls out in turn.
The couple spin around. "Eh?! Benten! Ran-chan!" Lum beams on
seeing her best friends.
"What are you two doing here, anyway?!" Ryuunosuke demands as
Ran comes up to give her a hug, Benten doing the same to Lum.
"Well, when we saw your note telling us you were finally going
to have a baby, we figured we had to be close by just in case
something happened to either of you," Benten chuckles, wrapping an arm
around Lum's shoulders.
"At least you two didn't come here dressed in your usual
bikinis," Ryuunosuke muses.
"You wouldn't believe how hard it was to persuade Benten to put
on some pants, Darling!" Ran rolls her eyes. Both she and Benten are
dressed in casual slacks, full-sleeve polo shirts and pullover
sweaters. Even more surprising to Ryuunosuke, Benten's wavy head of
raven hair is not bound up in a bun with her usual fine-linked chains,
it now cascading to mid-shoulder.
"Oh?! Well, I bet after you gave her one of your wonderful
blow-jobs, Ran-chan, you changed her mind," Ryuunosuke grins.
Ran and Benten blush while Lum collapses into a heap of giggles.
"Well, I wouldn't mind giving you a blow-job right now, Darling," the
pink-haired, green-eyed alien teenager with the finely-tapered ears
and fanged canines muses.
Ryuunosuke blinks, then gazes on Benten. While Shigaten Benten
and Aruka Ran both respected the Terran teenager's engagement to their
beloved friend Redet Lum, both alien teens were also under the sway of
the Millennial Virus for good and ill. Within two weeks of their
arrival on Earth, what scars Benten possessed from many air-cycle
injuries acquired over the years had vanished. Also gone was Ran's
"youth-sucking" empathic vampirism, something that had afflicted her
since she was a child. Even better -- in Lum's eyes -- the sniping
rivalry that had existed between Benten and Ran since both were
elementary school students was no more. That had been replaced by a
warm friendship which, as could be expected here on Earth, was also
laden with lots of sex, both between themselves and with Lum and her
Darling. The Oni princess could only smile at Ran's comment. Even
though becoming a full woman would make Morisato Ryuunosuke's life a
LOT easier, especially when it came to dealing with other people, she
would miss having her Darling's love machine fill her mouth or vagina
to overflowing.
"Let's all give Darling some pleasure," Lum then proposes.
Benten and Ran perk before delighted grins cross their faces.
Ryuunosuke jolts, then feels three pairs of hands pull her off her
stool and drag her towards a back corner booth that, thanks to some
well-positioned plants outside and a curtain inside, would ensure that
the truth about the herm wouldn't wind up on public display. Sitting
her down, Lum and Benten relax beside her as Ran gets to her knees in
front of Ryuunosuke, her hands already attacking the Terran's jeans.
In seconds, they and Ryuunosuke's specially-designed panties are
pulled down to her ankles, letting her stiffening member fully rise to
the occasion. "Oooh, Darling, you're so BIG!!!" Ran purrs delightedly
as she firmly grasps the Terran's cock, then after giving it a steady
whiff of air to let it stiffen some more, swallows it wholesale.
Ryuunosuke cries out, then her mouth is swallowed wholesale by
Lum's as Benten's hands reach under her shirt to get at her breasts.
As the three aliens move to give their Terran lover the time of her
life, Mai walks over to the sign by the front door, flipping it to
CLOSED as Misa pulls the curtains in to ensure no one could peek in on
the fun from outside. With that, the couple quickly strips to their
birthday suits, then Mai reaches unties Misa's hair, allowing it to
flow free. They share a kiss, then walk over to join the others in
the booth. "Benten-san, I think Lum-san deserves to have a chance to
have Ryuunosuke-san give her pleasure one last time before Tariko-san
gets to her," Mai whispers into the Fukunokami girl's ear as her hands
reach under Benten's sweater to play with her own hardening nipples.
Benten gazes at the lovely pale-skinned woman, then she rolls
away from Ryuunosuke, offering no resistance as Mai proceeds to seduce
her. This allows Lum, her own clothes now being skilfully removed by
Misa and Ran, to slide herself onto Ryuunosuke's tummy, her already
dripping cunt poised directly over her beloved Darling's love shaft.
"You sure a really nice girl like you wants something to do with a
crazy space-biker chick like me?" Benten wonders as Mai gently pulls
down her pants and panties.
"I'm undressing you, aren't I?" Mai pulls Benten to her feet.
"I'm touching you, aren't I?" she guides the alien away from the
booth, then draws her into her arms. "I'm hugging you, aren't I?" she
sighs as the feeling of Benten's soft bust and hardening nipples
floods her upper chest with a tsunami of warmth, then she feels gentle
fingers touch her chin, tilting her head so they can gaze into the
other's eyes.
"May I then be honoured with a kiss?" the Fukunokami whispers.
Mai blinks, then leans up. Meanwhile, Lum has been shifted onto
her back, Ryuunosuke now thrusting hard into her. The table has been
shifted clear by Misa and Ran to give the raven-haired herm some room
so she could give her beloved alien princess a good pony ride. Ran
and Misa sit nearby, both fondling and kissing the other with gusto.
Every once in a while, they would break away to watch Ryuunosuke and
Lum or Mai and Benten. Ran is quick to sense the connection between
the well-honed track runner in her arms and the pale girl now about to
do the horizontal Lambada with her friend. "You sure you're not
bothered by this?" she gazes concernedly at Misa.
"It's okay," Misa reaches down to gently massage the alien
teen's buttocks. "Yes, I love Mai very much. Yes, one day very soon,
I'm going to call her my wife. But it doesn't mean that we're going
to cut ourselves off sexually from everyone else. Girls've got needs
these days. And if Mai and I can help them when those needs start
making some loud demands, then we will. And right now..." she leans
in to give Ran a very warm kiss, "...by the looks of things, you
really need to have your needs looked after right this very minute..."
Ran remains still as Misa slides down to her knees, placing
herself between the former's legs as the alien's deep lavender pussy
hair and dripping womanhood loom before the latter's eyes. Before
Misa could lean in to take a taste of Ran's beautiful honey, the front
door opens, the door bell jingling ominously. Everyone freezes in
place, then their eyes spin to the door to see the small crowd
standing there, headed by a certain platinum-haired lady in shirt and
skirt. A certain lady who now looked VERY displeased. "Oh, SHIT...!"
Misa trembles.
"S-s-Satomi-s-san!" Mai stutters, pulling herself away from
Benten.
Satomi's eyebrows twitch menacingly, then she sighs. "Girls,
what did I tell you about having sex in my coffee house?!"
Embarrassed laughter responds...
* * *
Later...
"I thought she was going to rip you girls' heads off," Deunan
chuckles.
"Well, it is Satomi-chan's place, after all," Misa smirks as
they ascend the stairs to the second floor of the building housing
Otimtim's, where Tariko's and Satomi's private apartment, several
guest rooms, plus the offices of Love Destiny Enterprises, are
located. Both women are dressed in button shirts and panties, the
unofficial "relaxed" dress in this building whenever its proprietors
were home and Otimtim's was closed for the day. "Otimtim's was
originally her uncle's place. He willed it to her. After Tariko-chan
started up LDE, she had her guardian buy out the building, then she
and Satomi-chan became joint owners. They make quite a tidy profit
from renting the upper floors to private business schools or couples
just starting out who want a cheap place to live they could renovate
themselves."
"Oh," the American nods as they step into the main reception
lounge of LDE.
Tariko and Satomi sit across a low coffee table from Ryuunosuke,
Lum and Mai. Misa quickly sits beside her fiancee while Deunan takes
the armchair at one end. Mikki and Israa share a love seat at the
other end while Benten and Ran stand behind Lum and her fiancee. Once
everyone's taken their places, Tariko sits back, giving Mai and Misa a
look. "So you've both talked to your mothers about this?"
"Mom's got no problems with this," Misa reports. "Especially
since it's you that's helping us, Tariko-chan."
"I guess saving you from several bad spills when you were riding
your bicycle did much to endear Tariko-san to your mother, ne, Anata?"
Mai coyly gazes at her fiancee, reaching over to embrace one of Misa's
arms with her own.
Misa chuckles. "What about your mom, Mai-chan?" Tariko asks.
"It's no problem," Mai shakes her head, then reaches down to her
purse. "And..." she draws out a thick envelope, opening it to reveal
a wad of 10,000 yen bills. "I believe this will cover the standard
charge for your services, Tariko-san."
She hands the bills to her host. Tariko holds up the wad, then
her eyes glow the eerie shade of burgundy Mikki and Israa, not to
mention many thousands of others around the world, knew so well.
Everyone's jaw hits the floor as the ends of the bills flutter rapidly
from Tariko's index finger to thumb. Once it is done, her eyes revert
to normal as she sets the money on the table. "Five hundred thousand
yen," she announces, then gazes on the couple in question. "Alright,
I want you both to go call your mothers and tell them you'll be here
for the next two nights. Go now," she waves them to the phone by the
main doors, then she sighs. "Ran-san, I don't like being scanned."
Ran jerks, the small tricorder in her hand nearly slipping from
her fingers. She thought she had been as discrete as possible when it
came to doing a deep DNA/RNA scan of this strange woman whom everyone
else had said was the key to Lum's and Ryuunosuke's future happiness.
"Ran-chan!" Lum gives her friend an annoyed glare, then she turns to
Tariko. "I'm sorry about that, Moroboshi-san, but..."
"It's okay, it's okay," Tariko waves the Oni down, then she
takes a deep breath. "Your friend's concern for you is quite obvious
for anyone to see, Lum-san. And given that you are about to make my
friend's life a LOT better, I'm willing to let it pass. Besides..." a
smirk crosses her face. "If Ran-san could discover where exactly I
got these powers, I'd be tempted to give her and Benten-san a
freebie."
The visitors from other planets blink. "You mean you have no
idea where you got your powers?" Benten asks.
"Iie," Tariko shakes her head, then wryly grins. "I bet you
didn't suspect for an instant that I was born a man."
Silence.
"WHAT?!?!" everyone save Mikki, Israa and Satomi exclaim.
"It's true," Mikki nods. "The Mendous were able to hide it very
well, but it didn't escape our attention."
Everyone looks at the Israeli colonel, then turn back to Tariko.
"You were actually born a boy...?" Deunan gapes.
"Yep," Tariko closes her eyes. "My birth name is Moroboshi
Ataru. That, at Haruka-obachan's request, was buried very deep in the
records at the National Family Registrar when she became my legal
guardian. As to how I became what you now see before you, I'm sorry
but I can't answer that. My first memory, the one I can still recall
with clarity, is of me standing nude beside the baby carrier holding
my old body in the middle of a rainstorm beside the gate of the shrine
where my mother left me after my father died."
"Then you must be Ataru's twin sister!" Deunan insists.
"There were only one set of birth records, Deunan. And that was
for Ataru. You'd think that a society like Japan wouldn't take notice
of a twin sister being born to Moroboshi Kinshou at the Nerima General
Hospital?"
"And you've no idea how this happened to you?" Ran wonders.
"None whatsoever," Tariko shakes her head.
"Fuck!" Benten spits out.
"Ran-chan?" Lum gazes on her friend.
Ran sighs. "I'm sorry, Lum-chan, but Tariko-san's DNA pattern
doesn't match anything our people've ever encountered before. Yes,
most of it is Earth human female norm, with all the modifications the
Millennial Virus unleashed on everyone here. But there are some
really strange modifications that..." she shakes her head, then shuts
off her tricorder, slipping that into her shirt. "I'm sorry,
Tariko-san, but whatever power or race changed you, it's a race that's
totally unknown to all the spacefaring races in this galaxy."
Lum takes that in, then gazes on Ryuunosuke. "Darling?"
The raven-haired herm returns her fiancee's look. "Lum, she's
helped thousands of people before. Her record speaks for itself. And
even if I don't hang around with her much these days, she's still my
friend." With that, she reaches into her purse to draw out an
envelope like the one Mai just gave Tariko, then hands it over. "Mom
already knows about all this, Tariko-chan."
Tariko picks up the bundle, then telekinetically counts the
bills before setting that pile aside. "Alright, then," she breathes
out, then gazes on Lum. "Now, before I say 'yes' or 'no' to doing
this for you two, would you mind satisfying my curiosity as to how you
and Ryuu-chan got together in the first place, Lum-san? I mean, any
girl that can get Ryuu-chan away from that sex-crazed idiot Shinobu is
automatically 'okay' in my books, but I'd figure that news of the
Virus would've made your races stay away from Earth."
"Hai, that's true," the Oni chuckles, gently grasping her
Darling's hand. "Do you want to tell this, Darling?"
"Hell, why not..." Ryuunosuke smirks...
* * *
Tomobiki, three months ago...
Her eyes were as wide as saucers. The UFO kind.
Her heart hammered like the artillery barrage at Vimy Ridge in
her chest.
Her loins were heating up, her cock threatening to rip out of
her pants.
To believe...
The woman before her now...
Had thrown so much away...
For...
For...
"Lum-san..."
Was that her voice?
Lum blinked, then gazed on the raven-haired girl sitting across
from her. Flanked on both sides by Ran and Benten, they dressed as
she in their usual strapless bikinis with knee-length boots -- Benten
is also decked out in her sash and hair chains plus loin guards and
arm shields -- the Oni princess tried not to break down and weep. If
she succeeded at this mission, she would personally be cut off from
the familiar sights and sounds of home for a long time to come. If
she failed, billions of lives, both here on Earth and on her
homeworld, would be thrust into harm's way by a group of senile,
war-mongering old fools who couldn't see past their horn-buds.
"It's true, Ryuunosuke-san," the woman kneeling to Ryuunosuke's
right reported.
Ryuunosuke's head snapped around to let her gaze on Japan's head
of government, the lovely Kahoru Iroka, before she turned back to the
stunning alien beauty in the orange tiger-stripped bikini and boots.
"You mean to say..." she stuttered, then gulped, "...you came all the
way to Earth to stop your people from trying to destroy us? By
letting yourself be infected by the Virus?!"
"Hai," Lum nodded. "It was the only way to stop Dad's advisors
from doing something so stupid..."
She shook her head, then perked as Ran's hand squeezed her
shoulder. "I...!" Ryuunosuke breathed out.
What on Earth could one say to THAT?!
"Madame Prime Minister, could there've been another way to
handle this?" the woman to Ryuunosuke's left asked.
Ryuunosuke gazed on her adopted mother, Morisato Yukari, then
she relaxed as the older woman gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.
"No, Morisato-san, there was no other way open to us in this case,"
Iroka shook her head. "I confirmed this several times with the WIB in
New York City." In this, the Prime Minister referred to the "Women In
Black," the nickname given to the United Nations' special
extraterrestrial investigations service, the Special Committee on
Alien Activities. "Lum-san's father, the Emperor Shin'nyuusha of
Oniboshi, is surrounded by advisors who look on the Virus' potential
threat to every race living close to us with nothing short of mortal
terror. And deep down, given how vicious the Virus was to our men
when it first was unleashed, I can't really find fault with that
attitude. While many of them would probably have not given our planet
a second glance in normal circumstances, the fact now that there's a
virus that specifically targets men for death while giving women
nearly eternal life..." she shrugged. "Well, if some of those people
advising Lum-san's father had their way, our planet would be nothing
but a lifeless cinder and all of us would be dead. Kill the patient
to cure the disease."
"Gaia..." Yukari's lifemate, an American from San Francisco
named Christine Garland, gaped, then she gazed on the Oni princess.
"Hai, it's true," Lum bowed her eyes ashamedly. "Dad himself
doesn't want something like that to happen. He believes that
isolating Earth from the rest of the galaxy until such time as the
Virus finally burns itself out is sufficient enough. But some of
those..." she spat out a word Ryuunosuke didn't comprehend, though the
alien's tone clearly indicated it was a particularly nasty profanity,
"...don't care too much about that. All they see when they think of
the Virus is a weapon other races could use against us. As if they
could control something that seems to bypass every known shielding
system to kill men wholesale. Atop that..." she shook her head.
"Your planet is run by a bunch of men who wouldn't have found
anything too odd with the Wahhibis in Saudi Arabia," Christine mused.
Lum gazed on the Californian, then slowly nodded. Seeing the
depressed look on the Oni's face, Ryuunosuke could only feel her heart
ache. Crown princess and most likely heir to the throne of her
particular galactic empire, Lum would have been quite the privileged
child growing up. And now it was all gone, cast out forever with the
speed one needed to snap one's fingers. Still...!
"What's to stop them from trying to take you back home, then
blow us up?" she asked.
Lum stared intently at her, then she sighed. "The fear of the
Virus, of course. We watched events here fifteen years ago,
Morisato-san. We saw how fast the Virus killed all the men of your
planet. Our remote scan probes showed us how easy it was for this
thing to get past every attempt at containment your scientists tried
to raise against it. And..." a wry smile crossed her face. "I am the
Crown Princess, am I not? There's no way that, even if I was infected
with the Virus, Dad's advisors would ever prescribe anything that
would directly threaten me. By my being here, Morisato-san, I, on
Dad's behalf, have extended a 'special favour' to the people of
Earth."
"Thus, if they even tried to do something against us, all
Lum-san here would have to do is contact her father and those who were
out to destroy us would be guilty of state treason," Iroka augmented.
"And, as in Russia, the punishment for state treason is quite ugly."
"I'll bet it is," Christine whistled, then she gazed on the
girls sitting on either side of Lum. "What about you two?"
"I had to come, ma'am," Benten shrugged, a devil-may-care smirk
crossing her face as she placed a hand on Lum's shoulder. "Someone's
gotta watch out for this dumbass, reckless idiot here," she indicated
the Oni with her free hand.
Giggles filled the room. "What about you, Ran-san?" Yukari
asked.
"Well," the rose-haired alien teen sighed. "I've heard a lot
about how beneficial the Virus has been to the women of Earth and..."
she paused, then blinked as Lum grasped her hand, a supportive smile
crossing the Oni's face. "Well, I suffer from a form of empathic
vampirism. Every month or so, I'm driven by this *hunger* that makes
me seek someone out to literally suck the youth right out of them. I
haven't killed anyone with my power yet, Morisato-san, but..." she
shrugged. "What if I did?"
"You poor child," Yukari blinked, her eyes tearing automatically
on hearing Ran's story, then she reached over. "Come here!"
Ran doesn't resist the older woman's embrace. Ryuunosuke gazed
understandingly at her adopted mother -- given the circumstances that
brought the former Fujinami Ryuunosuke into the Morisato household,
that Yukari would automatically open her heart to another suffering
girl was pretty much expected -- then she turned to the woman to her
right. "Madame Prime Minister, why did Lum-san and her friends come
here, then? I mean, here to our house, not just to Earth itself..."
her voice trailed off as a knowing smile crossed Iroka's face.
"Well, Morisato-san, when my staff and I discussed this matter
with the WIBs, we came to the conclusion that giving Lum-san here the
chance to seek out a full-time companion while she lives with us here
on Earth was only proper given how much she's willing to sacrifice on
our behalf," the Prime Minister explained. "Naturally, said
girlfriend would have to be of the type who would stay reasonably
loyal to Lum-san as well as potentially give her a child. You can
draw all the necessary conclusions from that, can't you,
Morisato-san?"
Ryuunosuke blinked, then shuddered as she felt her member grow
slightly more inside her pants as she gazed once more on Lum.
She had it all...
She just threw it all away...
All for people she'd never known...
A society that wasn't hers...
Threw it all away...
She had it all...
She threw it all away...
For the women of Earth...
For her...
Without hesitation, she rose to her feet. Everyone stared
spellbound at her as Ryuunosuke began to unbutton the high-collared
dark blue jacket worn by the young men who had attended Tomobiki High
School in the days before the Virus. Letting that fall off her
shoulders, Ryuunosuke then went to work on the white shirt underneath.
That soon joined the jacket on the floor, allowing Ryuunosuke to
expose her quite ample breasts. "Whoa..." Benten shuddered, a deep
jolt of envy surging through her on seeing those beautiful mounds with
their jutting dark pink tips, then her eyes travelled down as
Ryuunosuke's hands unbuckled her pants, then with one thrust of both
hands, her pants and specially-designed panties joined the rest of her
clothes on the floor. "Holy fucking SHIT...!!" the Fukunokami's jaw
hit the floor.
"Your daughter is very well endowed, Morisato-san!" Ran's cheeks
ripened to the shade of cherries on seeing Ryuunosuke *au naturel.*
"She is that, isn't she?" Yukari beamed with pride.
Staring at the raven-haired herm standing before her, Lum was
rendered totally speechless, then feeling a surge of mixed desire and
determination flood her body, she stood up. Within seconds, her
tiger-stripped strapless top and bikini briefs are on the floor. She
gazed directly into Ryuunosuke's warm brown eyes. "Oh, my Heaven...!"
Yukari gasped. "Your friend is equally well endowed, Ran-chan."
"Yeah, she is, ne?" Ran chuckled.
Wordlessly, Ryuunosuke and Lum stepped up to the other, then the
latter's hands reached for the former's waist. Ryuunosuke's right
hand then reached out to shift Lum's left hand to her crotch. Feeling
that hard muscle in her hand, Lum's cheeks suddenly ripened, then she
gazed once more into Ryuunosuke's eyes. "Is this...?" she rasped,
then she gulped to moisten her mouth. "Because of me?"
The herm blinked, then slowly nodded. "All for you, Lum-chan.
It's all for you..."
* * *
Today...
"Well, there was no way Lum was going to refuse a compliment
like THAT!" Ryuunosuke giggles, rubbing the side of her head.
"Then she zapped you!" Benten cuts in.
"Excuse me?" Tariko blinks.
Lum sighs. "I have the ability to produce large levels of
bio-organic electricity that I can fire off from anywhere on my body,"
she explains. "When I realized how much I was becoming aroused by
Darling's...! Ahem!" she clears her throat. "Well..."
"I didn't realize it until I went down to one knee and proposed
to her," Ryuunosuke smirks. "When she said 'Yes'...!"
"*ZAP!!!*" Ran giggles. "Lum-chan nailed Darling right then and
there!"
"Girls!!" Lum's cheeks flame embarrassingly.
An understanding grin crosses Tariko's face. "Have problems
controlling your powers, Lum-san?"
"H-hai!" the Oni stutters. "Fortunately, girls on Earth are
capable of recovering right away from things like that!"
"I see, then," the president of Love Destiny Enterprises nods.
"Well, when you and Ryuu-chan here go through what I can give you, you
should be able to better control your zaps from then on. My abilities
have helped other paranormals get better control over their powers,
so..." she pauses, then nods. "Alright, then," she reaches for the
bundles of cash on the table between her and her customers.
Taking one 10,000 yen bill from each pile, Tariko folds the two
bills up, then slips them into her shirt pocket. She then gives the
rest of the money back to Mai and Ryuunosuke. "Tariko-san!!" the
former exclaims, her eyes widening with shock.
Tariko says nothing as she places the money back into their
hands, then rises. "Satomi-chan, would you show the girls the guest
rooms, please? Mikki, Israa, I'll get to you two as quickly as I can,
okay. I'll get started with the tea."
She heads out of the room. The others watch her go, then
Ryuunosuke stares at Satomi. "Why...?"
The silver-haired coffee shop owner rises. "Remember when
Tariko-chan made her promise to you?"
Ryuunosuke blinks, then slowly nods. "I don't understand..."
Lum stands.
"It's simple, Lum-chan," Satomi sighs. "Tariko-chan has no real
use for the likes of Miyaki. Being an empath, Tariko-chan can't avoid
sensing the feelings of those around her. Especially her friends,
which Ryuunosuke-chan is since we spent time at the same orphanage
when we were kids. Two years ago, Tariko-chan promised
Ryuunosuke-chan that she would be there to help when the day came that
your fiancee finally gave Miyaki the heave-ho. Thanks to you, it's
happened." She gazes warmly on the Oni. "And Tariko-chan isn't the
only one who's happy to see that, Lum-chan. I'll show you guys where
you're gonna be for the next day," she waves them out of the room...
* * *
Later...
Tariko now relaxes in her bedroom, gazing out the window at the
starlit evening now descending on Tokyo and her suburbs, a cup of tea
in hand. She raises the cup to her lips, then stops as a strange
twitch jolts her nervous system. "Come in!" she calls out.
The door opens seconds later to reveal Deunan. The American
stops, her eyes widening on seeing her host sitting on her bed naked,
then she takes a deep breath, walking over to sit at the end of the
bed. "They're all asleep."
"That's good," Tariko tries not to grin on seeing her guest's
arousal. "So..."
"So..."
"Deunan?"
"Yes?"
"Why don't you make yourself comfortable?"
Deunan blinks, then smiles, reaching down for her shirt. A few
seconds later, the nude American lays down on the bed beside her host.
Tariko sets aside her tea cup, then turns to gaze on her guest, her
eyes drinking in Deunan's perfectly-shaped breasts, well-honed yet
still sensuously curved abdomen, her strong yet gracefully-shaped
arms, the trimmed patch of dark blonde hair over her dampening
womanhood, those lovely legs, her firm yet plump buttocks, then back
up to her beautifully-sculptured face. Humming, Tariko leans close to
trace a finger over Deunan's skin. "A little native American,
probably one of the southwestern tribes. Some African. South
European, maybe Greek or Italian. All mixed with a lot of central
European, most likely German. The personification of the American
melting pot."
Deunan gapes at her, then laughs. "You got it right!" she leans
up to kiss Tariko on the cheek, then she gazes absently on her for a
moment before reclining herself once more. "Tariko? Can I tell you
something?"
"Sure."
"I want you."
A titter escapes Tariko's lips. "I rather figured that out when
you stepped in."
"I guess so," Deunan flusters, then sighs. "Still..."
"What is it?"
"Something's...! Well, holding me back, I guess," the American
admits, then her gaze intensifies for a moment before she looks
nowhere in particular, then she turns back to her host. "It's you,
isn't it? You're doing something to me."
"Not intentionally," Tariko admits, shifting herself into a
sitting position. "It's more automatic than anything else."
"Automatic?"
"Hai. You see, my empathic powers are always active. It's like
a psychic 'early warning net' to me. Any person who enters the range
of that 'net' is detected subconsciously by me. If they emanate
something that might threaten me or someone close to me, that's when I
get a conscious 'nudge' and I go check her out with a more active
empathic scan or switch to a telepathic scan," Tariko then points to
her eyes as they glow for a brief moment. "When I use my telepathy or
my telekinetic powers, my eyes glow as a result."
"You must've had problems mastering those abilities if you never
resorted to government assistance," Deunan notes.
"Well, I didn't need to. When my powers first started to
demonstrate themselves, Oba-chan went out of her way to find someone
who could help me master them." With that, Tariko leans over to open
the top drawer of her nightstand to draw out a framed picture.
Deunan looks, then whistles. "Masudamasu Yoshiko!" she takes
the beautiful nude picture of the lovely twentysomething with the
ample breasts, smoky grey eyes behind glasses and the black hair
extending to past her waist. "We've heard of her over in my
department. A lot of her studies in DNA and recombinant RNA research
are considered mandatory course material for biology undergrads in the
States."
"Yeah, Yoshi-chan really is something, isn't she?"
The American blinks. "'Yoshi-chan?!'" a knowing grin crosses
her face.
Tariko takes the picture back, then pulls it out of its frame.
Turning it around, she shows Deunan the written message there:
"Dearest Ta-chan,
"Let me be the mother of your first child.
"Love forever,
"Your Yoshi-chan"
"Your first lover?" Deunan wonders.
"Iie," Tariko shakes her head as she restores the picture.
"Back when I was learning how to master my abilities, I looked on
Yoshi-chan as the big sister I never had. My first lover, as you
might now suspect, was Oba-chan's daughter Ryooko-chan."
Deunan's gaze turns inward as she calls up what information she
has on the Mendou family. "Oh, that's right! Ryooko's a mother now,
isn't she? She has a girl of four. Tomiko, right?" A pause, then,
"Is she your...?"
"Daughter? Iie. Tomiko-chan's my first goddaughter, though,"
Tariko smirks. "Her co-parent is Ryooko-chan's wife, Mizunokoji
Asuka. It..." she pauses for a moment as that tumultuous year starts
to replay through her mind, then she sighs. "Like I said, Ryooko-chan
was my first lover. We were both twelve at the time and...! Well,
you know, getting to the time when people want to explore their bodies
and what it means to have sex and all that. At the same time, though,
Oba-chan and Asuka-chan's mother Saeko wanted Ryooko-chan to be
engaged to Asuka-chan as a way of ending a feud between the Mendous
and the Mizunokoji that's gone on since before Sekigahara. Anyhow..."
* * *
Tomobiki, the Mendou mansion, five years ago...
"Should I have sex with Asuka-chan after the omiai,
Tariko-chan?"
Tariko hummed as she and Ryooko walked across a wooden bridge
overlooking a small pond near the Western-style nobleman's mansion
which served as their family home. "Well, Oba-chan and Saeko-ojousan
want you and Asuka-chan to get married so the clans could be united,
Ryooko-chan. And since neither of you aren't herms, it'd be okay to
have it before you get married since you don't have to worry about
having babies." She shrugged, then stared at the lovely raven-haired
girl with the eyes of burnt chestnuts. "I guess it's okay."
"But..."
"What's wrong, Ryooko-chan?"
The young heiress to the Mendou family fortune shuddered, then
she sighed. "I've never done it before, Tariko-chan!"
"Eh?!" Tariko blinked surprisedly. "Not even with any of the
Kuroko or the Kuromegane?"
Ryooko rapidly shook her head. The Kuromegane -- the name meant
"Black Glasses" -- were the Mendou Clan's special investigations and
intelligence group, so-called because of the Ray-Ban sunglasses they
wore with their three-piece business suits. The Kuroko, who dressed
in the traditional uniforms of Kabuki and Noh "invisible" stagehands,
were Ryooko's private troop of bodyguards. And Tariko knew well that
all of them were beautiful. "I didn't want to do something that might
upset Okaa-san," she twitted her fingers, then sighed. "Tariko-chan?"
"What is it, Ryooko-chan?"
Ryooko gave her sister-in-all-but-name a pleading look. "Please
have sex with me, Tariko-chan!!"
Tariko jolted, her eyes going wide...
* * *
Today...
Deunan giggles as the image of the young Ryooko asking Tariko to
be her first plays out in her mind. "And you did it, right?"
"Well..." Tariko chuckles, rubbing the back of her skull, then
she sighs. "I didn't take her cherry, of course. I figured that
Asuka-chan deserved the right to do that when they slept together the
first time, which WAS right after the omiai. But..."
"She drank your breast milk, right?"
Tariko nods. "Hai," she reaches down to gently fondle one of
her D-cup breasts. "I didn't realize what had happened to her and
Yoshi-chan never thought of giving my breasts a detailed look-over
until later. But three months after the omiai, Yoshi-chan was giving
Ryooko-chan an examination when..." she shrugs. "Whammo! She
discovered that Ryooko-chan was pregnant with hers and Asuka-chan's
baby."
"That must've caused a big stir!"
"At first, but when Yoshi-chan did the DNA test on the fetus and
discovered who were the parents, Haruka-obachan and Saeko-obachan were
beside themselves. You see, uniting the Mendous and Mizunokoji into
one family had been their husbands' fondest dream. And had they
survived, their sons would've been made to marry Asuka-chan and
Ryooko-chan and unite the clans that way. Then, after the celebration
died down, Haruka-obachan and Saeko-obachan wondered how it happened.
So Yoshi-chan put Ryooko-chan through a bunch of tests and
discovered..."
"That some elements of Ryooko's DNA had been reconfigured to
match the equivalent DNA in you, right?"
"Hai. That's when Yoshi-chan discovered that somehow, my breast
glands absorb stem cells from my bones, then allows me to transmit
them orally into another person to change them." Tariko takes a deep
breath. "It doesn't 'remake' a person into someone that's my equal in
all respects, of course. Telekinetically, Ryooko-chan would only be a
Class Four, I think. And she can only empathically bond with the
woman who is the 'father,' so to speak, of her baby. I don't know why
that happens. And even more, Ryooko-chan couldn't pass on her
abilities to someone else like I did to her, or wound up doing with
all my customers after Oba-chan and I founded Love Destiny."
"You're bothered by it, aren't you?" Deunan notes.
Tariko blinks, then nods. Slipping off the bed, she walks to
the window, gazing into the starry night. "Yeah. I mean, Ryooko-chan
was happy beyond belief to have Tomiko-chan. And Asuka-chan loved it,
too. But the fact that I forced Ryooko-chan to become a mom at age
THIRTEEN, for Heaven's sake..." she closes her eyes. "Yeah, I could
sense that they're grateful to me, but..."
"You didn't know the truth about yourself then, Tariko."
"I know, I know. That's what Oba-chan told me! That's what
Yoshi-chan told me! That's what Ryooko-chan and Asuka-chan told me,
too!" Tariko leans against the window, then sighs. "And even though
I've loved and enjoyed bringing my gift to everyone's whose asked me
to give it to them, that it started THAT way..." she gazes at the
American, then shrugs. "Well, maybe sometime in the future, ne?"
"That's a good attitude to have," Deunan beckons Tariko back to
the bed.
As the Japanese woman reclines herself beside her guest, Deunan
reaches over to draw her close, allowing their nipples to gently rub
against each other as Tariko's hands press down on the American's
buttocks to allow their bodies to gently caress the other's. They
stare into each other's eyes, then share a warm kiss before Tariko
slides onto her back, Deunan partially draping herself over her.
"Tariko?"
"What is it?"
"Do you think there're others like you out there?"
Tariko sighs, closing her eyes as she reaches down
telekinetically to draw a quilt over them. "Maybe. It would seem
kinda odd that I'm the only one like myself running around the place,
ne? But still, I guess it would be nice to be friends with people
like me."
"Just 'friends?'" Deunan's eyebrow arches.
Both laugh, then Tariko flicks off the light...
* * *
EPILOGUE
Tomobiki High School, four days later...
"Ohayou, Ryuunosuke-sa-...!! WOW!!!"
Gasps and cries of delight echo across the front yard of the
quaint high school as the eyes of other students and teachers lock on
the lovely form now walking through the front gate. Given the radical
revolution in cultural, social and sexual mores since the Virus first
struck Japan, the uniform standards of Tomobiki High had changed from
a drab dark blue seifuku to a white button blouse with red-and-blue
bowtie, a navy blue vest with the school crest over the left breast,
and a pleaded, red-trimmed blue skirt that most girls left cut only a
centimetre below the crotch. The drab bloomers girls once wore to
protect their modesty in the old days have long been banished to the
recesses of gym class and it was even odds that girls would be wearing
any sort of underwear beneath their skirts, windy day or not.
"My, Ryuunosuke-kun, what a delightful change!" the new school
nurse, Mitsuki Shizuka -- having just transferred in from Uzuki High
School in one of Metro Tokyo's more rural sections, she had no idea of
Ryuunosuke's true nature -- chuckles admiringly as she walks past the
raven-haired teen and her fiancee. "Looks like Lum-kun there's
finally getting you to show off much more of yourself than you did
before!"
"I...!" Ryuunosuke flusters, then laughs, rubbing the side of
her head. "Y-yeah, she did, Mitsuki-sensei!!"
"Hey, Morisato! Great-looking ass!!" another girl heckles from
nearby.
"Take it off, Ryuunosuke-chan!" yet another girl whoops. "We
want to see it all!!"
"Give us a joint strip-tease, Lum-chan!!" still another girl
challenges.
A chorus of wolf-whistles echo those words, making the couple in
question blush even more, then Ryuunosuke jolts on hearing a shocked
shriek from behind her. Spinning around, she and Lum stare at a
slack-jawed Miyaki Shinobu, her eyes about to shoot out of her skull
as a shaking hand flips up and down from Ryuunosuke's face to her
crotch. As an incomprehensible stammer escapes the lips of
Ryuunosuke's former fiancee, several girls gather around the
raven-haired teen and her present fiancee. "What the hell's with
her?" Shindou Reiko, a former Uzuki High student who transferred to
Tomobiki about the same time Shizuka had changed jobs, wonders.
"Oh, I dunno, Reiko-san," Ryuunosuke shrugs. "Somehow,
Shinobu-san got it into her head that I was a hermaphrodite. Don't
ask me why, though; we've slept together for Heaven only knows HOW
long. That is," she leans over to kiss Lum, "...until I met a REAL
girl!"
Questioning hums escape some of the other women present, then
Reiko shrugs. "Well, what can one expect from a girl who keeps
six-to-ten girlfriends on the go all the time, ne?" she turns head
inside, then stops, looking back. "Ryuunosuke-san?"
"Hai?"
"Ryooko-chan..." -- Reiko refers to her girlfriend, Kano Ryooko,
who still attends Uzuki High -- "...is going to be coming down this
weekend to do some painting. She told me she wants to do one of you
and Lum-san together as a wedding gift. Interested?"
Ryuunosuke and Lum exchange looks, then both grin.
"Definitely!!" they answer as one.
"Alright! See you in class!" Reiko waves, then heads off.
Tomobiki High's star couple watch her go, then gently grasp the
other's hand. "Lum?"
"Yes, Darling?"
"When it really starts to show, we'll get Kano-san to do another
portrait of us. Okay?"
Lum stares at her, then gushes. "Hai!"
Both head into school, ignoring the still-sputtering Shinobu,
who remains rooted to the ground by the front gate...
* * *
Nearby...
"Another satisfied couple."
"You really liked seeing that girl humiliated, did you?"
Tariko blinks, then stares at Deunan before shaking her head.
"No, not really. Shinobu's got her good points, Deunan. Many of them
in fact. But the simple fact is, she and Ryuu-chan weren't couple
material. After all my experiences with real couples, seeing what was
going on between Shinobu and Ryuu-chan just got to me at times." She
takes a deep breath. "So it's back to Washington for you, eh?"
"Yeah. I guess Dana misses me or something like that," the
American shrugs, then looks down. "Tariko?"
The Japanese girl gazes intently at her for a moment, then
smiles. "I'll be seeing you soon, Deunan-chan."
"Eh?!"
A knowing laugh escapes the boy-turned-girl. "Several senators
and distinguished ladies of the United States Congress, representing
the Commonwealth of Virginia, have asked me to consult with them on
some personal matters as soon as I can arrange to fly over to
Richmond. That'll be next month; I've some more pressing business in
Kitakyuushuu, Fukuoka and Pusan to take care of, first, then after a
break, I'm flying over to Europe to do some business in Berlin,
Copenhagen and Amsterdam. I'll fly to Washington right after that."
Deunan blinks, then smirks. "I'll have some money ready when
you come across the pond," she winks.
"I'll be willing," Tariko touches two fingers to her lips, then
blows her new friend a kiss...
**** **** ****
WRITER'S NOTES:
This story, like the other times I've written "add-on" stories
to another writer's work, came out of repeated readings of Jim's
"RanPorn World." While I'm personally not a big fan of "pure-lemon"
stories in general, "RPW" did draw my attention. In fact, one of the
underlying themes of Jim's work -- the main underlying theme -- is
what got my muse going to eventually produce what you've just read.
As those of you who're familiar with my other stories will no
doubt guess, a certain diploid monogender alien race from a
water-bound planet far away from Earth, a race I first created for my
first fanfic series "Urusei Yatsura - The Senior Year," are the ones
responsible for the transformation of the Moroboshi Ataru of the "RPW"
universe into Moroboshi Tariko. As to why Tariko is not aware of her
true origins and the motivations behind his/her Crossing Over, that
will be explained in the future. There are more story ideas in this
line which are churning now inside my mind as I write this now.
Pending Jim's final nod -- it IS his universe that I'm writing this
story in after all, of course! -- you'll be reading about Tariko's
future adventures, not to mention the adventures of others like
Tariko, soon enough.
And while I'll do my best to keep to the spirit of "RPW," I will
warn you now that things might get moody. Not violent, of course; as
far as Jim is concerned, that really has no place in the "RPW"
universe and I respect that. But there'll be some angst. Count on
it.
As for a meeting between Tariko and the main stars of "RPW,"
especially a certain blue-eyed redhead, that is also possible, but it
won't happen right away. I will admit that one of the things that
first prompted me to put fingers to keyboard on this story was a
general concern that started to echo in my mind about the way the
Ranma of "RPW" was being treated by everyone else, both those who have
direct contact with him/her and those watching him/her from afar. As
to what this concern might be, I won't say right now. But if I have
the chance to talk about it -- and if it gets the nod from Jim, of
course -- it'll be addressed in these stories.
Other than that, any constructive suggestions are always
welcome.
Cheers and enjoy!
Fred Herriot
25 March 2003
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Translations and explanations:
Nihon e youkoso ... Welcome to Japan
wantan-men ... ramen with "won ton" dumplings
Irasshaimasen ... Be welcome here (greeting given by restaurant/bar
owners when customers arrive)
cocovi ... warmed milk served with whipped cream and candy shards
Anata ... Dear (wife's address to her husband/lifemate)
hachijuuhachi ... eighty-eight (88)
gingi ... redhead (Hebrew)
Knesset ... the unicameral legislative branch of Israel's government
Ojou-sama/Ojou-san ... Lady, Mistress (very formal mode of address to
a young woman)
Sekigahara ... the battle in 1600, fought west of modern-day Nagano,
that unified Japan under the Tokugawas, launching the Edo Dynasty
omiai ... a formal meeting between prospective life-mates, arranged
usually via their parents
Kabuki ... traditional Japanese stage theatre, originating in the
1600s, known for its lively performances
Noh ... the oldest form of Japanese stage theatre, renowned by its
simplicity and the masks worn by the lead actor (shite)
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