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

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 smal