The Three Maidens of the Southern Gold Pagoda (book 2) Part One

Story by fiddlesticks

THE THREE MAIDENS OF THE SOUTHERN GOLD PAGODA

BOOK TWO

By some asshole named "Fiddlesticks"

It goes without saying, but I'll say it anyway: this is a work of fiction. Any similarity between anyone or anything alive or dead, destroyed or standing is a total coincidence.

This is part One of Three of Book Two, otherwise known as "The one with futa in it." Although, sorry to be a tease, but the "chicks with dicks" don't show up until part Three, which will be posted just as soon as I beat (lol) my way through the final scene.

In the meantime, enjoy...

***** PART ONE: A DIPLOMAT'S TARRIANCE GOES AWRY *****

Kenta Murahoshi had been the Emperor's ambassador to China for eight years, so he was quite familiar with the limited, sanitized route to and from his palatial, government-bought mansion and the Chinese Emperor's royal city-palace. However, when the Chinese Emperor suggested that his eunuch advisers could do with a break from city life and recommended they meet in the far-off flower-covered hills of the Emei-shan mountain range, the flutter of nerves that Murahoshi felt lasted only a second before he eased back in to the lackadaisical numbness that resulted from a pampered, government-funded life.

Travel to Emei-shan required a week's travel over grueling deserts and leech-infested swamps before the beautiful, heaven-touched peaks of the Emei-shan range revealed themselves. Luckily Ambassador Murahoshi's adviser, Ito, had the forethought to get four of the guards the Emperor had assigned them to carry a small carriage. It made for a bumpy, rocky ride, as the four guards weren't trained in the slow, cautiously deliberate walk that seemed so natural when the Emperor's palace slaves did it. The carriage was ornate, far more decorative than Murahoshi's station probably deserved, and it weighed far more than it should. It was from behind this carriage's protected drapes that Murahoshi watched dark clouds roll slowly in his direction over the wastelands of Northern China, and as he stroked his long, thin, pepper black beard from his seat of opulence he spotted the tall, multi-leveled rooftop of a Chinese mansion in the distance.

Parting the drapes, he leaned out of his window and, careful not to fall out, spoke up over the strained grunts of the four guards. "Ito? I say, Ito, don't you think those clouds look like rain?"

"I suppose they might, Ambassador," Ito answered. Even though his royal uniform was covered in mud from the knees down, he still maintained a highly practiced air of superiority. "But do not worry yourself over it. Your servants are capable of carrying you, even in rain." The strained grunts of the four soldiers seemed to get a little louder at the suggestion.

"Perhaps, but I think we'd be better off stopping at that house over there, to the East."

Ito raised his head and looked at the distant structure. Down the road, ahead of them, he could make out the small archway that denoted the road that approached the house. "I suppose we could, Ambassador."

Strengthened by the sight of an end to the day's labor as well as the prospect of a dry place to sleep, the soldiers quickened their pace. In surprisingly little time the carriage passed the heavy stone wall at the villa's border and, without fanfare, was sat down outside the ornately decorated red door at the front of the main building. Aided by Ito, Ambassador Murahoshi descended onto the front steps. Surrounded by a beautifully landscaped garden, they waited for someone to receive them.

During the brief silence, Ito turned to his master thoughtfully. "Master Murahoshi, in all honesty I feel as though I should mention that some of the peasants in the town spoke quite venomously of this villa."

"Venomously?" Murahoshi raised an eyebrow at his adviser.

"Yes, sir. I wasn't paying very close attention, but evidently the family here enjoys something of a 'colored' reputation."

Murahoshi turned to face his adviser, hands squarely on his hips. "Don't you think this might've been relevant information to share before YOU decided to bring us here?"

Ito noticed (with no small feeling of irony) how the blame had shifted to his direction. "I wouldn't worry about it, master. They were only peasants. Besides, what could these Western barbarians do to us, servants of his Heavenly Ruler, anyway?"

Murahoshi considered this perspective of opinion. Satisfied with the conclusion he arrived at, he shrugged, folded his hands behind his back and resumed waiting, choosing to ignore the decidedly un-barbaric opulence of his surroundings. A moment later, the huge, red double-doors slowly parted with a rumbling shudder, revealing a bowing, divinely elegant, beautiful young woman, dressed in a white and gold silken gown of immaculate perfection.

"Greetings, most honored guests," Cheh Mei-Zhu purred, her beautiful voice like a gently trickling stream. "Welcome to

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