[Episode 242108] [Episode 242108]
Ku Lon hobbled out of the Nyucheizu Council House, Ru Yan visibly restraining herself from offering support from where she walked beside the ancient Elder. Slowly, the pair made their way to Ku Lon’s home, and Ku Lon sighed with relief as she sank down beside her table while Ru Yan busied herself with making tea for both of them. Ku Lon had long mastered control of her ki, and so had a level of endurance that would stun any trained soldier in the world, but she was also an ancient woman and the race to arrive back at Nyucheizu well ahead of her two fellow Elders from the fiasco in Nerima had been brutal. Still, she had accomplished her purpose. Arriving and presenting her view on the creation of Alanya’s Champion, a Godkiller that knew about the disrespect the Council had shown her, to the Council in only five days had been a journey for the legends, resulted in at least as great a disgrace of her enemies and strengthening of her shaky position as she had hoped — and accomplished precisely nothing of consequence.
“I thought that went very well,” Ry Yan commented as she poured tea and offered it to Ku Lon before filling her own cup. Waiting until her elder first sampled the tea, she sipped from her own cup then placed it back on its saucer. “But you don’t agree.”
Ku Lon took a sip, thinking over what her heir had told her of how things stood in Nerima during the one phone call the Elder had made during her journey. Putting her own tea cup down, she sighed. “No, I don’t,” she said heavily, shoulders slumping. I was hoping that the possible disaster the Council’s politicking might have visited upon us if Ranma had killed someone in her first need would shake at least some of those tradition-ridden navel-gazers out of their dreamworld, but there wasn’t a hint of it. No, today was a great victory, if all you care about is one-upping our Council rivals with nary a care for the world beyond the lands we hold — but those ... those ...” Straightening, she softly snarled, “Those idiots have had their head so far up their asses for so long they’ve forgotten they ever knew what things look like in the light if day!”
Ru Yan blanched at the insult, instinctively glancing around to see if anyone was close enough to hear. Finding they were still alone, she shot her Elder a quelling look, then gave out a sigh of her own. “So, what do we do about it?”
Minute after minute passed as Ku Lon sat and stared into her cooling tea. Finally she straightened to look her companion in the eye. “Nyucheizu is finished,” she said firmly. “The Council will go on playing its games, both internally and with the Musk, until the mandarins in Beijing roll over them and us and sweep what’s left into the dustbin of history. Since we cannot save it, we must salvage what we can. Have you completed the copies of our records as the Council requested?”
“I ... almost, yes, another month or so should do it, but ... you are thinking of leaving? Where will we go?”
“Yes,” Ku Lon said heavily. “There is no peace to be had with the mandarins except as slaves in all but name, we cannot fight them, so we will have to go elsewhere. As for where, Japan. I don’t know if Nerima can hold us, hopefully we’ll be joined by enough to make that difficult, but I’m sure there are other places in the islands that can make room.”
“But, even if we do get a decent number of warriors to join us, how will we move the records? It took years to duplicate them all, and the Council ordered them as backups in case something happened to the village ... at your suggestion, now that I think about it,” Ru Yan added in dawning realization. “Were you thinking about this all the way back then?”
“Yes, I was, to an extent,” Ku Lon admitted. “I have been trying to shake the Council out of its stupor for decades, but it was only at that time that I finally admitted that I might fail. Then Ranma and the Panda showed up, and you know the rest.
“As for how we move the records, we have at least one person to help. Isn’t that right, Part Timer?” she called out, then chuckled at the startled quack from the next room, and the sound of wings flapping. “With Mu Tse and others that have mastered Weapon Space, we should be able to move them all.
“And now,” Ku Lon added as she wearily climbed to her feet, “This old woman needs a rest. Don’t ever tell anyone I said so, but that was a very hard trip.”
The tiny form of a split-off Chibi-Mara slipped away from the house, being very careful to maintain her invisibility even as she slipped from bush to shrub as she made her careful way out of the village — the Elders that ruled this backwater may have been self-centered stick-in-the-muds, but they were impressively skilled when it came to noticing what was going on about them. It had taken less than a day after her assigned watchers had arrived for them to be detected three times and get the entire village in an uproar, and she’d quickly ordered them to pull back and just keep an eye out for any unusual departures or arrivals. I’ll have to remember to an up-note in Terik’s’s file when I get back to Niflheim, the tiny blonde demon thought to herself as she carefully made her way out of the village. Calling me in for the arrival of one old woman and a duck took guts, but it paid off. So, now she had a name and a place — Ranma and Nerima.
Akane eagerly trotted up the stairs to Sayuri’s apartment — her friend’s parents were spending the night together at one of the local love motels, and apparently Sayuri’s mother had oh so casually mentioned to her that it would be a good opportunity for a sleepover with her friends. Akane wasn’t sure just why Sayuri and Yuka had chosen to invite her as well (though she was really hoping it wasn’t a repeat of the time they’d chosen to prank her by quietly making love after the lights went out), but she had been very happy to get the invitation — it had been three days since Ranma had started training, and the tension in the household was getting thick enough to cut with a knife. Not to mention that it’s two nights after Nabiki had to provide Ranma’s “dinner,” Akane thought with a vicious grin. And tomorrow I can pretend I missed her hints about recruiting one of my friends as a milk cow, so since Kasumi’s worried about hurting the baby and Ranma turned down Ukyo, — the raven-haired girl’s grin turned triumphant— Nabiki will just have to go through with it once more before the “training” is finished.
Then she was knocking on the apartment door, and a short shorts and T-shirt-clad Sayuri opened it. “Akane, good to see you, finally!” the brown-haired girl enthused, waving her friend inside and closing the door behind her as she looked Akane over in her own short shorts and tight T-shirt. “Looking good, girl!” she added with a melodramatic leer.
A similarly dressed Yuka waved from where she was sitting at a Western-style dining table as Akane exchanged her outdoor shoes for slippers. “So the lovebird finally shows her face!” she called out with a wistful, envious smile. “How’s life as a honeymooner?”
“It’s ... it’s been ...” Akane broke off as her voice wavered, and breaking into tears she suddenly wailed, “It’s not fair! Ranma was supposed to be mine!”
Her two friends exchanged startled glances, then Yuka was rising from her seat as Sayuri put an arm around the crying girl’s shoulder and steered her toward the couch. Akane sat down and the other two settled on each side of her. “Come on, Akane, tell Auntie Yuka and Auntie Sayuri all about it,” Yuka soothed as Sayuri took Akane’s hand in hers.
“ ... and now he’s made love to Kasumi, and Nabiki’s up to something, I know it, and Shampoo’s living at the dojo while Cologne’s in China, and Ranma’s fucking guys every night, she’s off ‘training’ right now and she tries to hide it but she likes it, and ... and ... and it’s all ruined!”
Sayuri glanced across her sobbing friend at her glassy-eyed lover (still in shock from Akane’s announcement that she was pregnant), then pulled Akane into her lap and put one hand around her waist while gently pressing the raven-haired girl’s head against her shoulder with the other. “Wow ... I don’t know what to say ...” she said hesitantly. “When the kami decide to mess with you guys they don’t do it by half. But ... it isn’t like Ranma has a choice, right?”
Sayuri felt Akane’s hair brush against her neck as the other girl shook her head. “No ... no, this time it isn’t the Baka’s fault, she’d have had to kill Shampoo if she hadn’t, or ruin her life and she couldn’t do that and be the girl I love,” she mumbled, and hiccupped. “It’s just ... I had dreams of her and me, and a normal life with the other girls out of the picture, and now ...” Her voice trailed off and Yuka shook herself out of her shock and slid over to rub her back.
“I don’t think Ranma will ever do ‘normal’,” Yuka said softly. “Are you going to convert over after the baby’s born?”
Akane sighed at the massage and slowly relaxed. “I haven’t told her yet, but yes, I will, eventually. The thought of screwing guys makes me sick to my stomach, but the thought of growing old while Ranma doesn’t is worse. I just ... I wish ...”
“You wish it was just you and Ranma, instead of you and Ranma and all the people she has to sleep with now just to survive,” Sayuri finished, and Akane nodded.
Yuka gazed thoughtfully at the back of her friend’s head as she continued to gently rub her back and shoulders, then leaned over to whisper in Sayuri’s ear. Her lover looked startled for a moment, then thoughtful for several minutes before nodding. Yuka softly said, “Akane, you know ... it isn’t really fair to expect you to stick to Ranma when she’s sleeping around so much — even if it’s only because she has to.” Akane shot upright, twisting around in Sayuri’s lap to glare at her friend in shocked outrage, and Yuka hastily rose and stepped back. “I’m not suggesting you try to match her, but maybe you’ll feel better if you balance the scales a little? Sayuri and I are willing and I don’t think Ranma will mind ...” Her voice trailed off, as Akane’s outraged look faded into confused thoughtfulness and she blushed as red as Ranma’s hair, startling a laugh from Sayuri.
“What are you getting all embarrassed about?” Sayuri gently teased. “I mean, it’s been a few years but it wouldn’t be the first time you spent some ‘quality time’ with us, and you and Ranma have been going at it like rabbits for weeks!”
Akane mumbled something too low and indistinct for the other girls to make out. “What was that?” Sayuri prodded.
“I said, ‘Ranma suggested the same thing’,” Akane repeated clearly. “When I told her why I wouldn’t be home when she got back from ‘training’” — her mouth twisted in disgust for a moment — “she suggested I ‘love the ones I’m with’. I ... uhm ... I thought she was making a crude joke and lost my temper. Then when it seemed like she was actually happy I was upset, I really got mad and ...” Her voice lowered and her eyes dropped, her blush actually intensifying. “... and chased her out of the house with my hammer. She was laughing all the way.”
“Sounds like someone’s happy to have the old Akane back,” Yuka said with an uncertain smile as she settled back down on the couch beside her lover and friend. “And do you still think she was joking?”
Akane stared at the girl she’d known all her life, her friend’s questioning gaze framed by her light brown hair spilling loose down past her shoulders, then the raven-haired girl was twisting in Sayuri’s lap to straddle her friend on the couch and hungrily pressing her lips to her friend’s as a hand slipped up to cup Sayuri’s head beneath her ponytail. For a moment Sayuri was caught by surprise, but then she was eagerly responding, lips parting and tongue sliding out to push its way past Akane’s lips into her warm mouth.
Yuka rose to kneel behind Akane, slipping her hands underneath Akane’s T-shirt and running them up her tightly-muscled sides, lifting the T-shirt with them. “I would say that’s a no,” she whispered huskily as her fingers sought out the clasp to Akane’s bra, then the bra was kept on only by its shoulder straps and Yuka eagerly slid her hands between her friend’s and lover’s bodies and Akane moaned into Sayuri’s mouth as they clasped her pert mounds.
Feeling Yuka’s hands slip between Akane’s breasts and her own, Sayuri reluctantly reached up with both hands to pull Akane’s head away, a slight string of spit momentarily connecting their lips. Let’s take this down to the floor where there’s more room,” she murmured. “But first ...” She grasped the sides of Akane’s T-shirt and pulled up, Akane lifted her arms, and a moment later Sayuri tossed the shirt aside as Yuka released Akane’s breasts to slide her bras straps off her shoulders and Akane’s bra followed her shirt.
Yuka rose to her feet and stepped back, and Akane eagerly rose off Sayuri’s lap and lay down. She smiled up as her friends’ eyes lit up as they roamed over her topless figure. Then Yuka was swooping down to slip fingers inside the sides of Akane’s shorts and panties and pull them down her legs and off. Akane spread her legs and Yuka crouched between them to spread her friend’s rapidly dampening folds with her thumbs. She admired the view for a long moment, before leaning down and Akane sucked in a breath as Yuka’s mouth covered her cleft, eager tongue slipping between her folds and up inside her as far as it could reach and her nose tickling among the tiny curls of Akane’s trimmed patch. “Oh, yes, that feels so good!” Akane gasped as she reached up to tug at her own pleasure-tightening nipples.
Sayuri pulled her own T-shirt off over her head, unhooked and slid off her own lacy bra, then slid her shorts and string panties down her legs and stepped out of them, kicking the garments to the side. She struck a pose for a moment for Akane’s appreciative gaze, then as her friend’s eyes started glazing over in pleasure at Yuka’s attentions, she straddled Akane’s heaving chest with her back to Yuka and lowered herself to place her own vagina over Akane’s mouth, shivering at the feel of hot breath gusting onto her own wet cleft.
Akane’s nose twitched at the familiar scent wafting from Sayuri’s vagina, and she released her nipples to grasp Sayuri’s legs by the upper thighs and lifted her head and now it was Sayuri’s turn to let out a long “Aaaaah!” as Akane’s tongue went to work.
Yuka smiled at the sound and redoubled her efforts as she found Akane’s engorged nub with a thumb, and Akane shrieked into her mouthful as her hips bucked. Yuka slid her arms around Akane’s legs to hold herself in place, replacing her thumb with her tongue, and Akane began to writhe. Her head fell back, and Sayuri smiled down at her friend’s flushed, gasping face as she massaged her own breasts. Then Akane let out a shout, back arcing off the floor as an orgasm slammed through her, then another wave, and another.
Finally, she slumped back to the floor, eyes closed and gasping for breath. Sayuri waited for a few moments, then without a word reached down to gently lift Akane’s head back up to her now dripping folds. Akane opened her eyes to look up at her ponytailed friend, smiled against her friends cleft, then resumed her attentions. After riding out the orgasm Yuka had risen to kneel between Akane’s legs, and now she slid forward to press her still-clothed body against her lover’s back and lipped at an ear. She slid her hands around Sayuri’s stomach and up to her heaving breasts as she felt her lover’s hips push against her as they began to undulate against Akane’s eager mouth. Finally, Sayuri stiffened, her head pressing back against Yuka’s shoulder, and Akane eager lapped at the juices that gushed out to coat her face.
Finally, the ponytailed girl fell forward onto her hands and rolled to the side onto her back as Yuka slid back, leaving a glistening trail along Akane's stomach. “Wow!” Sayuri gasped out. “Akane, you’d never know you spent the last two years living like a nun!”
“She and Ranma have been making up for lost time,” Yuka chuckled as she rose from where she straddled Akane’s stomach to slip out of her own now soaked shorts and panties to reveal her own clean-shaved glistening mound, then pulled her T-shirt up and off. As she unhooked her bra, she remarked, “I think it’s my turn. Or do you two want to eat something and take some time to recover your strength? Whichever is fine by me, we have all night.”
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