To Cross Over Or Not To Cross Over...

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...

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\"To Cross Over or Not To Cross Over...\"
by Fred Herriot
fherriot@yahoo.com
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A story written in the universe of \"RanPorn World,\" created by Jim R. Bader, set three months after the first part of Jim\'s story. Copies of Jim\'s story can be located at http://jimbader.web1000.com/jimbader.html OR http://home.hostultra.com/~AngCobraFics/jimbader.html
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\"Urusei Yatsura,\" created by Rumiko Takahashi. \"Dookyuusei,\" created by ELF. \"Appleseed,\" created by Masamune Shirow. Characters from those and other anime, manga or television series appearing or mentioned here are copyrighted by their creators and/or publishers.
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NOTE: This is a lemon story. You know what to do.

NOTE II: 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 III: Writer\'s commentary and translations of foreign language text will appear at the end of the story text.

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Approaching Narita-New Tokyo International Airport, twenty hours later...

Seeing the warning lamps flash throughout the Airbus A330 delivering Air Canada Flight 469m Vam 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. nd hnd 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 s. \. \"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,\" Tarikoles,les, 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 graed fed from Tokyo University to become one of Japan\'s endless legion of salarymen, and his lover, Yuchiuchi 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-ystinstint 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 \sultsulting\" 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...

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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 Vancr (nr (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.\"

m...m...!\" Deunan feels her eyebrows tw. \. \"Ah...! R-right...!\"

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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 shbehibehind 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. \"Bo gio 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 s tug 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 ofr inr 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 toonceonception 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 Tarik thi 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 thsidesident 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, usy mey 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 nessness 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!!\" squesqueals 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 h't s'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 ha \"Y \"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 tur 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 hea sha 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...

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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 shels els 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...

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