Those Who Hunt Elves Fan Fiction ❯ Road of Forks ❯ Chapter 3

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Alnus town was in transition. With the Gate down and sealed, the necessity for the town was greatly diminished, but it remained one of the best-built towns around. It was also the last supply of things from the other world. Because Pina, Itami and Ritsuko had severely limited access to the supply depot and weapons depot, the stock of trade goods was still mostly intact, though dwindling slowly.

The locals had started crops in the land between the defensive perimeters, finding that the barbed wire kept the local wildlife from eating the crops, and was good for penning domesticated animals. The empty storage spaces was also perfect for storing native goods, food stocks and as crafting space for new industries. Since the entire site had been a military installation, it was built hard and tough, and had sustained little damage from the final fight. No houses on the planet were as strong as the ones at Alnus.

Ritsuko maintained a small team of Warrior Bunnies there to keep an eye on things and to co-police with a group of Formal maids and the native members of the MP corps. Myuute had ended up as the site commander of the police force; a job the siren was surprisingly good at. Itami, Pina and Ritsuko often swung through the town for various reasons.

One of the reasons that Ritsuko swung through was to make use of the two large cargo planes that Hazama had been forced to leave behind. While she couldn't fly them, the wing tanks were full of aviation fuel, and Ritsuko figured out how to drain it back into the fuel trucks that survived so she could fuel the drones and boot leg fuel for her vehicles. She also scavenged the metal from the destroyed vehicles and planes. That metal found its way to gifted blacksmiths on both continents to be used to forge better tools for them. Ritsuko also had the dwarves working on creating a few things for her from the superior metals of the aircraft and vehicles. It had astounded them when she told them how to process metals differently than they were used to. Already, they were thinking differently about forging; and about the Queen of the Warrior Bunnies.

Ritsuko figured out how to run the drones. Honestly, it was no harder than using a computer, since take-off and landing were automatic and programming a course was as simple as inputting INS data. With the three beacon positions known, it was nothing but a trig problem and a time/distance computation. With that working, Ritsuko finished the surveying of the continent. She had a team working on making a runway and positions for the beacons on the other continent, but she wasn't sure she had the right information to reconfigure the beacons if she moved them, so she wanted to make sure she wrapped up everything on the other continent first.

Itami came by to check up on the group there. The refugees of Coda Village and those who had moved to the town before the Haryo attack were familiar with the Men in Green and most of them knew him, as well. The main reason he came to the town was to see what Ritsuko was doing. He had tried to ease himself into her graces, but she maintained a very deliberate distance from him. His wives - minus Rory - had managed some success, but they all realized that Ritsuko was not going to let them into her confidences. The fact that none of them knew what her plans were worried them, but they were simply too busy to press it.

Mari and Noriko were much closer to her, but they didn't have the kind of access others did, and what they did know, they were less than comfortable sharing with him. They did share with him that she was helping them with the demi-human slaves Mari had found herself caring for. She provided funds for the most part, but also sometimes connections to other demi-humans who had knowledge she needed. Mari had brought a computer system and small generator to her clinic in Rondel to help her keep organized as she did her research.

Pina came to the settlement for unclear reasons, though she did maintain a small team of knights there. It was said that the knights came and went on unknown business, and Pina often vanished from Alnus, only to re-appear days or weeks later. Everyone suspected she was visiting with Ritsuko, but no one could find proof of that, and no one there was stupid enough to cross the Queen of the Warrior Bunnies.

The announcement that the gates were opening was a major event. It came on the heels of the senate agreeing to all of the terms set by Ritsuko. Once the changes had been announced throughout the Empire, Ritsuko had announced - through Pina - that the gates would be unlocked in three days' time. A huge crowd was gathered when the gate at the capital was powered. A team of Warrior Bunnies had come through, armored and armed, followed by a pair of Rose Order knights, and then a foursome of Formal maids, all of them demi-humans. It wasn't until later that they learned that this pattern had happened at all the gates.

The merchants and curious had discovered that the destinations they were allowed to go to were - for the time being - limited to the gates in cities on their continents. There was a gate in all the major cities, and it had surprised the patricians to learn that Clan Formal had control of their gate in so far as setting the price and opening or closing it. Pina could order the gate at the capital closed and raise the price of transit, but not lower it. Of course, the price was low enough that nearly everyone could afford to use the gate. Merchants were all over it of course.

In spite of expectations to the contrary, the dark elves remained secluded in the Schwarz forest, though Yao had told Itami that things were going on in the ranks. Itami had suggested that Yao consider accepting the offer from the dark elf that ran with Ritsuko. Tuka had been encouraged to see if she could learn Summoning from the elves on the other continent, but she resisted for reasons that she would never tell him.

“Why not?”

Ritsuko turned to look at Airi. “Because I am busy, Airi,” she replied calmly. “Besides, formal events are not my thing, as my time as a Countess should have told you,” she added dryly. Airi was not going to be taking `no' for an answer, but she was not reckless enough to try to push Ritsuko; not at that moment, anyway.

“Think of it as a personal favor, Rit-chan,” she enticed the red-head. Ritsuko snorted, hands busy with her M4.

“Airi,” sighed the younger woman, “I have things here that require me to be here. Unless there is a very clear and critical reason, I will have to decline.”

“You can start to get to know your godchildren, now that they are no longer infants,” Airi enticed the Queen. “Liseria is also considering accepting courting from a young nobleman,” added the actress. Ritsuko snorted.

“She's a big girl now,” muttered Ritsuko. “And my opinion is very much immaterial in this matter, as has been made clear to me,” she added, a faint trace of acrid displeasure touching her tone.

Airi sighed. She had long accepted that she had made a mistake in her handling of that issue, but she was not one to dwell on it endlessly. “You are the person I trust most in this world, Ritsuko,” she said softly. “I pray that you feel the same about me, in spite of any mistakes I might have made,” she said, reaching out and touching Ritsuko's bare shoulder.

“If I didn't trust you, Airi…” she left the rest unsaid. Both of them knew what happened to people she didn't trust who did things like Airi had done to her.

“Then why not call it a home visit for Milliea and the others?” Airi switched topics.

“They are free to come and go as they please,” Ritsuko said, denying her the angle.

“And yet, Milliea won't come or go without you if she can help it,” purred Airi. “Girlfriends are like that,” she lilted softly.

“She isn't my girlfriend,” sighed Ritsuko. “I still like men, you know,” she added tartly.

“I hear you have yet to sleep an entire night through if a man is in your bed and that no man has ever managed to get into your bed twice in a row,” Airi noted blandly.

“Bite me,” muttered Ritsuko. “Damn long-ears and their gossiping,” she huffed. “Anyway, it is bullshit - a lot of guys have been in my bed night after night,” she added defiantly.

“Yes, so I hear, but we are talking about men you have sex with,” Airi replied serenely.

“Whatever,” scoffed Ritsuko.

“So, you will be there for the party?” Airi casually asked.

“I already said no,” Ritsuko replied quickly.

“You should get to know your godchildren,” insisted Airi.

“I never agreed to be their godmother,” grunted Ritsuko, snapping her gun back together and function checking it. Satisfied, she slapped a freshly-loaded mag into the well and set it aside.

“I have faith in you, Rit-chan,” smiled Airi. Further conversation was cut off as Milliea entered Ritsuko's house in the Warrior Bunny capital, which was nearly complete.

“Ritsuko! Did you hear?” chirped Milliea. “There is a party in Raltaow and we're invited!”

Ritsuko sent Airi a dirty look. “Scheming bitch,” she muttered sourly, Airi just giving her a head-bow as she smiled at the red-head. Ritsuko had a very hard time saying `no' to Milliea, after all.

“I was just talking about it with Airi,” Ritsuko replied, her tone tight. “But it seems that once more, my opinion is not being sought,” she added, giving Airi a cool stare. Milliea frowned.

“It isn't?” she wondered. “But you said that Airi was talking with you about it.”

“Never mind,” sighed Ritsuko, a small smile on her lips as she looked at Milliea. “You want to go, don't you?” she asked.

“Of course!” chirped Milliea. “Our friends are going to be there, and we haven't seen Liseria in a while. Why wouldn't we go?” she asked.

“No reason,” sighed the red-head. Airi smiled wider even as Ritsuko sent her a scorching glance before being more or less pulled out of the house by an excited Milliea. Airi sighed in relief.

“That was close,” a voice said, Airi turning to see a silent Rapier watching from the door to the bedroom of Ritsuko's house. The black-haired, pale-skinned kickboxer was nude save for a thin, small night gown that stopped at the crest of her hips and had a single bow tied right above her nipples, leaving nothing at all to the imagination. “You are taking more risks than I had expected you to take,” noted the kickboxer.

“Necessary measures, Rapier,” Airi dismissed the faint accusation in the elf's tone. “I admit I am surprised to see you dressed like that, in Rit-chan's bedroom,” noted Airi. Rapier gave her a smirk.

“I bet you are,” she replied. “You should have taken the chance to sleep with her when you had the chance,” was all Rapier said before turning back into the bedroom, presumably to dress. “What is this party really about?” asked the elf.

“It is a birthday party for her godchildren,” Airi replied earnestly.

“The godchildren she never accepted?” replied Rapier.

“I have confidence that if they need her, she will be there for them, which is why I want them to at least meet her a few times,” Airi insisted.

“You assume much, human,” came a voice from the front door of the house. Turning to look in that direction, she saw the young demi-human who was the one to serve Ritsuko her food. The Warrior Bunny girl was now wearing a very simple Battle Gown and war sandals, a practice sword strapped to her training battle gown. “My Queen will do as she sees fit.”

“I am fully aware of that, little one,” smiled Airi. The Warrior Bunny bristled a little.

“Do not treat me as a child, human,” the young demi-human warned.

“Knock it off,” came Rapier's voice, the elf appearing a moment later, still tightening her corset-like top's lacing. “Give me a hand with this,” she added, the young Warrior Bunny hurrying over and helping Rapier.

“Did my Queen sleep well last night?” asked the young demi-human of the elf, her tone eager and excited. Rapier smiled, ruffling the girl's hair as she ignored the protests of the young Warrior Bunny not to pet her.

“All night, peaceful and deep,” bragged Rapier. The young demi-human sighed dreamily.

“Amazing,” she breathed. “Please ask my Queen once more if I may pleasure her,” she all but begged the elf. “I promise I will be worth her time!” Airi blinked at this.

“She knows you are, young one,” Rapier said, “but there are reasons; reasons that have absolutely nothing to do with not liking you or finding you worthy of her bed,” Rapier said, having obviously had this discussion with the young girl before. “Now, no more talk of that today,” chided the elf. “How comes your training?”

The young demi-human beamed. “I am top of my unit, top percentage of my group, and one of the best of my season,” she bragged. “I am frequently called on by the instructors to help demonstrate skills, and I have not lost a sparring match in a year.”

“You mean against the other trainees,” Rapier poked her, making her frown.

“I will beat you and the other instructors one day, Rapier,” she stated. “I can already keep up with my Queen on her runs, and I heard her saying she was considering if I was ready for my first mission,” she beamed, so proud that she was in danger of bursting.

“I have heard nothing of that,” Rapier said, still petting the girl's head and flicking her ears, which were standing up straight and proud.

“Aren't you a bit young for such things?” Airi asked, disapproval in her tone. The young demi-human spun lightly on her feet to face Airi, her expression hardening.

“Try me, if you think that,” she invited, her fists coming up as she shifted into a fighting stance.

“Airi, your visits are always so lively,” a voice interrupted the brewing fight. Gabriella entered the main room, a towel over her shoulders but otherwise nude, a basket in her hand and her hair still wet. “Ritsuko go somewhere?” she directed to Rapier.

“Milliea dragged her off. Looks like we are going to the birthday party for the kids in Raltaow,” shrugged Rapier. Gabs grinned.

“Yeah, figured that when Milliea heard about it,” she replied before looking to Airi. “Nice strategy, having Noriko say something to Milliea while you distracted Boss with a frontal feint.”

Airi said nothing, feeling the anger from the young demi-human at what she perceived as a slight to her Queen. “It is what it is,” she said simply.

“Human,” muttered the young Warrior Bunny.

“Just like your Queen,” Airi replied firmly.

“You are nothing like my Queen!” yelled the young demi-human.

“Enough,” Gabs said, silencing them. “You are nearly late for training,” she said to the Warrior Bunny who blinked before giving Airi one last glare and gesturing with a finger across her throat before gesturing to her eyes and then Airi. With her message delivered, she sprinted out of the house of the Queen.

“Rit-chan's girls are quite aggressive,” Airi sighed.

“They are very loyal, Airi,” Gabs said, setting the bath basket aside and hanging up the towel before accepting the offered fur bikini from Rapier. “I suggest you factor that in when dealing with Ritsuko. If something happens to Ritsuko, you will likely find yourself considered an enemy by the Warrior Bunnies,” she said softly. “Maybe not enough for them to claim blood feud against you, but enough that if you show up here without Ritsuko wearing the crown, you probably won't leave alive.”

Airi sighed. “So bloodthirsty,” she murmured.

“That is their nature,” shrugged Gabs. “I wouldn't have pegged them for that, being rabbits and all, but they are quite aggressive and violent by nature.”

“And horny,” chimed in Rapier. “She asked again to be allowed to have sex with Ritsuko,” she shared with Gabs, who shook her head.

“She doesn't give up,” Gabs laughed softly.

“How old is she?” Airi asked. The two exchanged looks.

“Old enough,” Rapier said. “By their measure, anyway. She had her first bleeding two months ago,” she added. Airi blinked.

“But she seems so young…” she half-protested.

“They start far younger than humans,” shrugged Gabs. “They also develop quicker and have shorter gestation periods,” she noted. “Mari is fascinated by that, actually,” she giggled.

“How long is their average pregnancy?” wondered Airi.

“Seven months to full term,” Rapier said. “The children are typically running by their first year, and talking at about the same time. I am told that before the defeat, they started training for combat at the age of four, and usually fought their first blood fight by nine. Ritsuko has changed that, citing the high loss rate for young ones. And there is now only one clan, so no more death-fighting in the ranks.”

“She is training them to fight, though,” noted Airi. Both elves nodded. “Like she does most things?” prodded Airi. The two glanced at each other.

“Yes,” Gabs said. “She does not go easy on them; though that is not just Ritsuko. I am told by her Captains and a lot of the older Warrior Bunnies that training was always hard, and it was considered to be an insult to not spill blood when training the young ones. For various reasons, though, the young ones do not complain about bleeding in training. In fact, most of the best trainees think they have failed if they finish a training cycle without at least a bloody nose or split lip.”

“Like the Spartans,” murmured Airi. The elves glanced at her, curious. “A nation from the ancient past of our world, known for being premier fighters of their age; also for being brutal, Darwinist and unafraid to die.”

“Sounds fun,” noted Gabs. Airi frowned.

“It did not end well for them,” she said softly.

“Ritsuko is sure to know that, and I would bet my immortal life that she has thought of some plan to prevent the mistakes of that group from affecting her group,” Gabs replied easily. Further talk was interrupted by calls for Gabs and Rapier to hurry to the air fish field.

“Dragons? Real dragons?” exclaimed two young boys. “We want to see them!”

“When you are older,” replied the mothers in unison, making the boys whine.

“Crown princes do not whine,” chided Liseria, her son sighing before straightening in his seat a little. Airi watched her son mimic his best friend, assuming a proper posture in his own seat beside the crown prince. In front of the two, Ritsuko smiled a little.

The banquet hall in the capital of Raltaow was buzzing with conversation and food and wine flowed as the kingdom celebrated the birthday of the Crown Prince and the son of the Chancellor. The boys were turning five years old that year, and were already best friends. Ritsuko wondered how five years had passed in what seemed to be the blink of an eye. She sipped carefully from her goblet, which held far more water than wine. “I am sure that the realities of dragons will never meet your imagination of them,” she said to the two, offering them a small smile. “The problem is that they seem to find air fish to be tasty.”

“Really?” exclaimed the crown prince.

“Really,” confirmed Ritsuko. “I will have to do something about that, it would seem,” she shared idly. She had been trying to talk Milliea out of dragging her to this soirée when she had been told that one of her teams had been attacked by a dragon. The team had been on one of the small air jacks, and the dragon - a larger wyvern of the sort used by the Imperial Legions - had been after the air fish. Her team had been injured in the fight, and the air fish lost, but she was only concerned about her team. Ever since, she had been toying with ideas to keep this from happening again.

The two young boys had been a little skeptical - borderline suspicious - of her when she had been introduced to them as their godmother, but their mothers had remained firm, and the two had come to like her in a short amount of time; which was something that couldn't be said for most of the court. The nobles and guests were mostly whispering about `the mad Countess' behind her back, but she ignored them.

Of course, the guests she had brought were drawing a fair amount of attention as well. Her elves were with her, of course, but she had also shown up with her young admirer, the Warrior Bunny dressed in a simple yet elegant gown that more or less covered her battle gown. The young demi-human had bathed carefully and brushed her hair and fur until it was soft and shiny. Ear rings adorned her ears, a necklace circled her throat and around her wrists and ankles were bracelets. Tied around her waist, right above the crest of her hips, was an ornate loin tabard Ritsuko had ordered made. The design mimicked the tribal markings that Warrior Bunnies wore into battle. A real sword was carefully positioned at her waist as well.

In addition to her follower, she had brought along Hamilton, who was familiar with most of the court, tasking the knight to run interference for her and her young follower. The knight was doing just that. The boys had greeted the knight happily, remembering her from when they were younger. They had also been very taken with her young follower, though the Warrior Bunny was not as interested in them.

Making way for the next well-wisher, Ritsuko drifted into the banquet hall, swiftly vanishing from the hall unobtrusively. Her elves and her party - minus Hamilton, who had not seen the others vanish - followed her. It took Airi and Liseria until well after night fall to find the red-head; and another ten minutes to coax her back to the royal apartments. Ritsuko had reluctantly gone along, and interacted with her two godsons a bit more before they fell asleep.

With the boys sleeping, Airi had shared with Ritsuko that she was once more with child, though this one would be her last. Ritsuko had not really reacted at all to that news. When Liseria mentioned that she was considering another child, Ritsuko had asked her who would be fathering it. Liseria had taken a deep breath before asking Ritsuko who she had in mind. The look she got from Ritsuko had spoken volumes, and the conversation went on deep into the night, growing a bit heated at times, but not like Liseria had sometimes feared it might.

Eventually, the group had broken up for bed, Ritsuko guiding Airi back to her rooms, the two silent, but comfortable. Entering the Chancellor's apartments, Ritsuko had seen the young son of Airi sleeping on the lap of his father, the husband looking up to see Airi and Ritsuko staring at him. “Lady Ritsuko,” he murmured. Airi moved over to the two, kissing her husband before gently gathering up her son and moving into the bedroom, leaving him facing Ritsuko. Seeing her staring at him, he wet his lips. “I surmise from your visage that my wife told you, Lady Ritsuko,” he began.

“She did,” Ritsuko confirmed. Stepping forward suddenly, she straddled his lap, sitting down to pin him in place and grabbing his tunic with one hand as she leaned closer to him. “You have so far managed to keep her happy, and you appear to be a passable husband and father,” she hissed softly, “so I will continue to watch, though I am sorely tempted to castrate you here and now,” she growled. “But never forget that I am watching,” she warned him before moving off him fluidly and easily.

“You are warming to him,” came Airi's voice from the door to the bedroom. “That, or you are making a move on my husband,” she added, making her husband twitch.

“Would you care if I wanted to test him?” Ritsuko asked back insolently.

“Hm,” hummed Airi. “It is tempting, but I am not sure you could handle his skill,” she teased back.

“That sounds like a challenge, Airi,” grinned Ritsuko. “Tell you what, I will get one of my men and we will test them both. Winner gets to keep them,” she suggested. Her husband looked like he was going to have a stroke.

“I…I fear I could never do justice to your bed, Lady Ritsuko,” he managed.

“Who cares about my bed; it would be me you have to please,” Ritsuko cut off his attempted retreat. “And you shouldn't look down on your wife like that, either,” she added, enjoying making the man squirm.

“Yes, I quite agree,” Airi spoke up. “You are good enough for my bed, but not hers? Do I bore you now, dear husband?”

The man gulped, wondering how to get out of this. “He is likely right,” Ritsuko said a moment later. “He could never measure up to the skills of my lovers,” she said, giving him a lazy smile. The husband, for a fraction of a second, wanted to say that no man could match the skills of a woman when it came to pleasing a woman who hated men, but he thought better of it. Also, he was not sure that she was the type who only loved women. His wife had occasionally discussed the matter in an oblique manner that left him somewhat uncertain of her meaning, though he was sure that the red-head still liked men, but could not trust them in some way he didn't fathom. He had written it off as a woman thing.

“And on that note, I believe I shall retire,” the man said, standing. “Will you be joining me, my dear?” he asked Airi.

“In a bit,” she said, accepting his kiss before he moved into the bedroom, closing the door behind himself. Airi studied Ritsuko for a long moment. As the silence stretched, Ritsuko sighed softly.

“What, Airi?” she prompted.

“I was wondering what you thought of your godsons,” she said.

“I suppose they are ok,” Ritsuko said. “Though I remain convinced that trying to make me their godmother is a huge mistake. Besides, I will rarely be on this continent,” she reminded Airi.

“So you have accepted that home is the Warrior Bunny capital now?” Airi prompted.

“Home is where my parents are or were, but the next closest thing is the seat of my people's kingdom, I suppose,” Ritsuko said softly, turning to look out the windows at the dark garden. Mid-summer was upon the mountain kingdom, and the garden was in full bloom, though only the torches of the guards as they patrolled the garden illuminated the carefully-maintained landscaping. There was a high, thin cloud layer and the moon was a waning quarter-moon, which left the night dark.

“I see,” Airi murmured.

“Just say it, Airi,” Ritsuko nearly huffed, turning to face the actress.

“You have a plan for your people's future, do you not?” Airi said. Ritsuko nodded, smiling a little. “Does that include doing something about their violent tendencies?”

Ritsuko hummed softly. “In a manner of speaking,” she said. “But their distrust of you is more personal than not. They were introduced to you as my dearest friend, but you have done things that they consider to be just short of betrayal, and they interpret your interference as attempts to manipulate me; which, by the way, they are. Given what happened with their last Queen, they are understandably suspicious. If you want to gain their trust and love, stop trying to use me - and them - like puppets.”

“Believe me when I say that your safety and happiness are what matters to me most, Ritsuko,” Airi murmured. “We have been together too long and suffered too many things for me to think differently.”

“I know, Airi,” Ritsuko said, moving over to Airi. “But we have each chosen our paths forward, too,” she added, cupping Airi's cheeks. “Those paths may lead to the same area, but they take very different routes.”

“So they do,” Airi murmured, cupping Ritsuko's cheeks. The red-head was taller than her now, she noted absently. She couldn't place when Ritsuko - who had been shorter than her when they first met - became taller than her. “As they say, `I'll take the high road, and you take the low road, and we'll meet at the end', then?”

“I guess,” Ritsuko said softly. “It is in our best interests to keep an eye on both continents, and you have this one in hand, so I will take the other,” she gave the older woman a half-smile.

“And how,” smiled Airi. “Friends for life?” she offered.

“Of course,” Ritsuko said, surprising Airi by pulling her to her for a deep kiss. When she broke the kiss, Ritsuko leaned back smiling at Airi. Airi was blushing, breathing a bit fast, and her nipples were hard as rocks. Rit-chan is an incredible kisser, she thought fleetingly. “So long as you stop trying to make me marry,” teased Ritsuko.

“What? You don't plan to make an honest woman of Milliea?” teased Airi.

“Milliea has always been and will always be an honest woman,” Ritsuko replied. “Besides, I couldn't do that to her,” she added.

“I have been meaning to ask you something,” Airi admitted as she guided Ritsuko the window seating in the far corner of the main room, “why did it take so long for you to have sex with her, when she obviously loves you dearly?”

“I would have thought that obvious,” Ritsuko said quietly. “Milliea is essentially innocent; and she reminds me of how I once was. That part of me…didn't survive,” she admitted. “Being around Milliea hurt for a long time after we were reunited,” shared the red-head. “And I didn't want to dirty her, you know?”

“I suppose,” Airi replied. “But why do I feel like there is more to it than that? After all, Gabriella and Rapier are both far from innocent, and you resisted bedding them for quite some time,” noted the actress.

“They are just horny long-ears,” giggled Ritsuko softly. “But, yes, there is more to it. They are elves, Airi. My entire lifespan is no more than a warm summer day to them; if that. I don't want to saddle them with that.”

“You don't want to saddle them with a warm summer day?” Airi challenged, her tone quizzical.

“With my growing old and dying,” Ritsuko said bluntly. “Milliea doesn't need to experience that. I don't want her last memories of me to be…that,” Ritsuko sighed. “But I can't do anything about it, and she insisted,” sighed Ritsuko.

“Perhaps you need to give her more credit, Rit-chan. Her race is near-immortal, so did you consider that she can withstand the pain and loss that come with interaction with mortal races?”

“Of course I did,” snorted Ritsuko. “But I didn't want to be a source of that pain and loss,” she admitted, turning to look out the window with a frown on her lips. “I have already gotten her to break her stand about killing more times than I can count, which is bad enough, but to be the one to hurt her…I never wanted that, Airi,” she whispered.

“I cannot help but make an observation,” Airi said, reaching out to stroke Ritsuko's shoulders and back as she sat beside her, “and that observation is that you did not seduce her, nor did you take advantage of her. She had to seduce you. So did Gabs and Rapier. That, my dear Rit-chan, makes it their choice to be with you, knowing as they must that you are mortal. I know that Gabs, at least, has had human lovers before, and Rapier has at the very least trained in a human dojo. Her story of her master made me curious, and I looked it up. The story she told us points to a small school of martial arts that has since died out. The headmaster who could put such a curse on her died over fifty years ago by all accounts, so she is familiar with mortals dying before her.”

“I know that, but it doesn't change the way I feel,” Ritsuko murmured, hugging herself.

“I know it is a radical and scary idea,” Airi smiled at her younger friend, “but perhaps you should talk with them about your fears? You might find that they don't share you view of your relationship,” suggested the actress.

“Therapy, Airi? Really?” snorted Ritsuko, almost-laughing.

“Well, if it helps,” shrugged the actress.

“Did it help you? I recall you saying on more than one occasion that you had therapy for years and were still a mess,” giggled the red-head.

“True,” Airi admitted. “But it did help, even if it didn't cure my mother issues.”

“Mother issues?” Ritsuko asked, quirking an eye at the actress. “That's right, I remember now. When we were having problems with those mandrake elves, I said `this is hell' and you replied `no, if this were hell, my mother would be here'. So, you were in therapy for your issues with your mom?”

“Among other things,” shrugged Airi. “Ironically, becoming a mother myself put my own issues in a completely different light, and I realized how insignificant my problems were. All that money, and it just took a different understanding of the problem…” she trailed off. Ritsuko said nothing, the two staring out the window in silence. “I never wanted kids because of the issues with my own mother and because they would interfere with my career. You used to talk about kids because you loved your own parents so much. And just look at us now,” murmured Airi.

“Yeah,” breathed Ritsuko. “You are pregnant with your second, and I don't want kids anymore.”

“Not even if they were Shinji's kids?” prompted Airi. Ritsuko was quiet for a long moment.

“Maybe if it were him, and things were different,” she allowed a few minutes later. “But that is not a path that can be walked; not since we abandoned them,” she added, grimacing.

“We did not abandon them,” chided Airi. There was no answer from Ritsuko. “I have heard of some Warrior Bunny traditions regarding the Queen's duties,” Airi noted.

“Mind your own business,” Ritsuko muttered. “I have a plan,” she added, her tone almost surly.

“I am sure you do,” Airi placidly agreed. “So, what is it?” she asked.

“It all hinges on a clause in the traditions,” was all Ritsuko would say.

“Is it legal?” wondered Airi. Ritsuko snorted.

“Everything is legal, Airi - there are no laws in the Warrior Bunny culture - not one single law. It is all tradition,” she explained. “And I have already confirmed that I can manipulate tradition to effect change, so it should be fine.”

It was Airi's turn to be silent for a few minutes. “I must say, Rit-chan, you are much more pleasant now that you are off that tea,” she shared.

“So they say,” Ritsuko replied.

“Are you taking low-dose Claw Lily tea to keep yourself from getting pregnant?” Airi wondered.

“You mean you didn't snoop to find out? You are slipping, Airi,” came the dry reply. “But in answer to your question, no, I am not. The herbalist in Italica and Mari both agree that the dangers are far too great for the result. So, I am not only a slut, I am an unprotected slut,” she snorted.

“I know you took three cases of condoms from the JSDF supply depot,” Airi replied.

“Have to save them when possible,” Ritsuko replied absently.

“They aren't designed to be saved,” noted Airi.

“I use them when it's a guy I don't know well or if I know it is a bad day for me. Also, I have been using them with my girls. Zarin has grown quite fond of them,” she added, a wry smile on her lips.

“Your little insurgent Lolita,” hummed Airi. “She seems on track to make Cleopatra look like a Catholic saint,” she added, humor in her voice.

“Yeah,” Ritsuko admitted, “and I am probably partially to blame for that,” she sighed.

“You are not responsible for a person's personality, Ritsuko,” Airi reminded her friend. “Certainly not a former slave who had no moral compass even before you got ahold of her.”

“I was the one who weaponized her,” countered Ritsuko.

“You gave her the tools, she chooses how to use them. She still hot and wet for you?” teased Airi.

“Yes,” sighed Ritsuko. Silence passed for several seconds. “And she is good in bed, too,” added Ritsuko slowly. Airi blinked.

“I am not in a position to judge you,” the older woman said several heartbeats later. “I trust you to make the best choices you can, after all.”

“You mean now that I am not on the tea?” snickered the red-head. Airi giggled softly.

“Something like that,” the actress said. “But it is more than that. You have saved my life too many times to count, you have always been a loyal companion and you have been a true friend since the very day we met. I am more grateful and thankful for that than you can image, Ritsuko Inoue,” Airi said, touching the cheek of the red-head with her hand. “It would not be inaccurate to say you are my first and dearest best friend forever, girlfriend,” smiled the actress. To her surprise, Ritsuko blushed a little.

“You are exaggerating,” insisted the red-head, thoroughly embarrassed.

“No, I am not. I am thankful every day that you were my companion in this, no matter how dark it got or how difficult things became. Thank you for being in this with me, Ritsuko,” Airi said, pulling the red-head into a tight hug.

“Quit it, Airi,” sniffled Ritsuko, “you saved me - us - just as often. It's me that should be thankful you were there for me.”

It was quite some time before the two released the hug. While it would never be like it was before between them, they were closer to how it had been before; and they were even closer to each other than they had ever been to date. Eventually, Ritsuko spoke up. “About Liseria's next child…”

“Yes?” smiled Airi.

“I had an idea,” she said, turning to smile at Airi. The actress smiled back.

“Do tell,” she nearly purred, the two sharing a giggle.

“Pina,” Ritsuko said, catching her fellow red-head off guard. The empress bit back a shriek of surprise as she turned her head to see Ritsuko watching her from the window of her private bath. “Long day?” asked Ritsuko, moving into the room even as she glanced at Hamilton.

“Somewhat,” admitted Pina, settling back in the bath. “What brings you here, Ritsuko?” she asked.

“I heard about an engagement,” Ritsuko shared. Pina sighed.

“It is what is best for the Empire,” she said.

“Well, it won't happen,” said Ritsuko simply. Pina frowned.

“The senate has spoken,” she began.

“You swore blood oath to me, Pina,” warned Ritsuko. “The Senate can go fuck itself sideways - you belong to me.”

“It isn't that simple,” began Hamilton.

“Be quiet, Hamilton,” Ritsuko cut her off calmly. “You will not be marrying that ass,” stated the Queen of the Warrior Bunnies.

“You tell the senate that,” sighed Pina. Ritsuko smiled.

“Sure,” she agreed cheerfully. “But I expect you to be untouched until I say otherwise, is that clear, Pina?” warned the older of the two red-heads. “Well, by a man, anyway,” she added, winking at Pina, who blushed. “Take Hamilton, Panache and Beefeater and go to Italica, then to my capital for a few weeks while I take care of this,” Ritsuko said.

“Very well,” Pina sighed. Honestly, she was glad to get away from the politics whenever she could.

“Lady Pina,” hinted Hamilton. “You were going to speak with Lady Ritsuko about that matter?”

“Oh! Yes, thank you for reminding me, Hamilton,” Pina said, getting out of the tub. Ritsuko began to towel off the younger red-head. “I told you about the slave I spared when Daibo tried to betray me, did I not?” she asked. Ritsuko nodded. “I want to ask you to train her,” Pina said.

“Not so fast,” Ritsuko replied firmly. “As always, I will have to decide if she is worth my time. And what did you want her trained in, exactly?”

“As you know, I had her enrolled in the Rose Order Knights for lack of anything else to do with her, and she has proven to be a good fit there. Currently, she is an acolyte knight, but I am considering her to take Seryln's spot; she was Bozes's pledge-sister,” explained Pina.

“Not that I care, but what is Seryln going to be doing?” asked Ritsuko.

“I plan to move her to Panache's spot as the White Rose,” Pina said.

“Again, not that it matters much to me, but why is Panache being removed as the White Rose?” wondered Ritsuko. Pina took a breath.

“Panache has asked to be released from the Order so she can seek service to you,” admitted the Empress.

“Why me?” asked Ritsuko bluntly. “I have my bunnies, what need do I have of a human knight?”

“You would have to ask her that,” Pina replied. “She, too, swore a blood oath to you, if you recall,” reminded the Empress.

“I am aware,” came the curt response. “Where is Panache now?” asked Ritsuko.

“Rondel, speaking with Lord Itami,” Pina answered. Ritsuko pursed her lips, thinking. Slowly, a smile spread over her lips.

“Put on a gown, grab some regular clothes and let's go,” ordered Ritsuko. “You, too, Hamilton. Leave Beefeater in charge,” she added. The two scrambled to do as they had been bid, knowing how volatile Ritsuko could be.

Ten minutes later, they were on an air fish with Ritsuko and Milliea, heading for Rondel. They arrived early the next morning, Ritsuko barely pausing to make some coffee before leading the two into the city and to the house that Mari had set up as her clinic in the city. Arriving, she greeted Mari, told her to give the two Imperial women a thorough exam and then asked where Itami was. Mari told her that her former commander was in the R&D district, and Ritsuko headed off, but not before telling Pina and Hamilton to wait for her at the Clinic. Mari wondered what was going on now, but did as she had been asked, and gave the two a thorough physical.

Ritsuko found Itami and his group, which included Rory, and waited for a good time to set up a meeting, as the group was currently involved in some business with the mage council. The Queen of the Warrior Bunnies waited patiently. When she saw her chance, she slipped up to Itami and told him she needed to talk to him about a matter. The otaku couldn't stop the sigh that escaped his lips.

And so, an hour later, Itami and his group were sitting in the living room of Mari's house, which was above her clinic, facing Ritsuko, Milliea, Gabriella, Rapier, Pina and Hamilton. “So, I came here to talk to you about a proposal,” Ritsuko began, sipping some tea that Mari had made.

“And why is that?” Itami asked, nervous about the red-head's smile.

“Because it will prove to be beneficial to you and your cause, of course,” answered Ritsuko. “Basically, it will establish close relations between the two continents, open a path for trade, insure peaceful relations for years to come, and profit your cause here.”

“What's the catch?” asked the suspicious former JSDF man.

“Catch? There is no catch. You just need to do your duty as a man,” replied Ritsuko with artful innocence. The women with him all frowned slightly.

“What duty do you refer to, exactly, Ritsuko?” asked Lelei.

“Stud duty,” replied Ritsuko candidly. “Liseria has need of - and desires - another heir, and your group needs good relations with my continent. Liseria is the last Queen on the continent, sits at the head of the council that runs the entire continent, and is a good girl. Give her a child, Itami, and you gain a significant foothold on the other continent.”

“Absolutely not!” replied Itami.

“Why not?” asked Ritsuko, un-phased by the emphatic refusal.

“Because I am married, because I am not some man-whore, and…!”

“I think it is a good idea,” Lelie interrupted in her normal dispassionate way. Itami blinked.

“I think so, too,” Rory chimed in, grinning.

“What?!” demanded Itami, shocked at the betrayal of some of his wives. “Why would you not object to this?”

“Because it makes sense,” Lelei replied. “Also, it is perfectly respectable for a lord such as yourself to have mistresses and affairs,” added the blue-haired mage.

“And it isn't like it matters if you sleep with other women, so long as we approve,” Rory added.

“But, the marriage vows,” began Itami weakly. Rory shrugged.

“Means nothing to me, and in any event, do you remember the vows? You swore to be our husband first,” she began.

“Exactly!” Itami pounced on that.

“It said first, not only,” Lelei chimed in. “I am very curious about the other continent, and what secrets it might hold. Also, there is no dishonor in you having a child with a Queen. I have heard much of this Liseria. She seems a good choice for a mistress,” nodded the blue-haired woman.

“Tuka, Yao, Arpeggio, you agree with me, right?” he asked for backup from his other wives.

“Actually, if you were to go to this Raltaow place for several months or even years, it would allow me to speak with the high elves on Ritsuko's continent and see what they have to offer me in magic,” Tuka said.

“Likewise, I want to find out why another tribe of dark elves exists when we have always believed only our clan survived,” Yao said.

“I have heard of new gems on the other continent. They might prove most useful in my studies,” Arpeggio replied, her hunger evident.

“It is agreed, then,” Lelei said, getting nods.

“I didn't agree!” Itami said, though he knew deep down that he had already lost. Having been married to Risa, he knew that winning an argument with a woman - more so a wife - was actually losing the argument.

“How about I sweeten the pot?” grinned Ritsuko.

“No,” came the unified answer from the wives. Ritsuko gave them all a narrow look.

“I did not mean me, personally,” she said, her tone cool and distant. “But have it your own way,” she dismissed the insult. “Let's get this going. How soon can you accommodate our demands?”

When Ritsuko and her group came back downstairs to the clinic area in preparation to leave, they found Panache waiting with Noriko. Seeing Pina and Ritsuko, Panache stood and saluted. “Pina told me of your request,” Ritsuko cut off anything the knight planned to say. “Mari, has Panache had a thorough physical from you yet?” she directed the question to the medic.

“Not recently, but yes,” Mari said. “She is fit and healthy; at least as healthy as this world allows for,” she qualified. Ritsuko considered that for a long moment. “Very well,” she said, “Pina, take the rest to the inn. I need to have a private word with Panache,” ordered the older red-head, taking Panache's arm and all but dragging her off. Shrugging, Pina led the group back to the Book and Bell where they usually stayed. After a good supper and a bath, the others fell asleep one by one, but Pina waited up, getting nervous as time passed.

When she was about to get dressed again and go looking for her friend, the door opened and Ritsuko entered, Panache just behind her. “There you are,” Pina sounded very relieved. “How did it go?” she asked the two.

“I will take a look at Norma when we get back to the capital,” Ritsuko said, stripping and getting into bed, gun in hand. “We will talk more then,” she said, yawning. “Let's get some sleep,” she added, Pina moving over to Ritsuko as Panache undressed and climbed into the large bed as well. Ritsuko usually reserved two to four rooms, offset by two rooms, when she stayed, and the party spread out among them. The elves were in the other room, though Milliea had planned to sleep in Ritsuko's bed at first. She had had a short, whispered conversation with the other two elves and the three had taken the second room.

Feeling Ritsuko tuck her against herself, one of Ritsuko's hands coming to rest on her belly as she spooned her, Pina had to admit she felt safe. Once Panache had settled herself against Pina's chest, Pina found she couldn't keep her eyes open. Wrapping an arm around Panache, she drifted off to sleep.

“There will be no wedding,” stated Ritsuko, staring at the Senate.

“What do you mean?” wondered the speaker for the group.

“I mean that your vote on Pina wedding some drooling idiot is rejected. She will not be marrying that asshole, or any other, without my permission,” stated Ritsuko. She was wearing her Warrior Bunny Battle Gown, crown on her head, body marked with war paint.

“You have no say in…!” began one of the more acrimonious Senators.

“The fuck I don't,” Ritsuko cut him off coldly. “She and I have a treaty, and one of the clauses is that she cannot marry without my permission. If you try to force a violation of that treaty, well…” Ritsuko smiled thinly, not saying any more as she tapped her finger on her rifle.

“This is outrageous! You are interfering in our internal affairs!” yelled the senator who she had cut off.

“No, I am making you Imperial assholes honor your written word; something my people find you to resist doing,” warned Ritsuko. “Do not mistake my tolerance for weakness,” she warned. “Betray the treaty I have with Pina in thought or deed, and I will erase you all from the face of this world,” she intoned, the threat clearly heard. “The Jay'es D'eff were far kinder than me; and much more forgiving, as well. This empire has already broken treaty with my people once; there will not be a second time.”

“Since when did we ever have a treaty with the Warrior Bunnies?” wondered a senator who had been watching silently. Ritsuko fixed him with a gaze that made him break out in a full-body sweat.

“When my predecessor, Tyuule, surrendered herself to being Zorzal's sex slave in exchange for him leaving her nation alone. He broke that promise practically before he finished raping her, the sick fuck. So your Empire is already suffering from a very distinct credibility gap with us. There is a saying in the world the Men in Green came from: `fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me'. There will be no second time with us, Imperial schemers. Blood is still owed us from Zorzal's betrayal, and we will have our recompense.”

A hundred conversations erupted in the Senate. Ritsuko smirked at the senators as she let them talk for a bit. Before she got bored and shut them up, one of the senators she recognized as being part of the Dove faction from the war managed to get the other Senators quieted down. “We would like to see this treaty,” he said to Ritsuko.

“Too bad. It is between Pina - as Empress - and myself as Queen of the Warrior Bunnies. It is not your business,” she repeated, giving him a sharp smile.

“When was this treaty made?” asked the senator.

“It was after she took the throne, which is all that matters to you,” replied Ritsuko.

“You place us in a positon of being bound by an agreement we know nothing about,” the senator responded. Ritsuko gave him a friendly nod.

“That's right,” she confirmed.

“And through this supposed treaty, you attempt to usurp authority from us, the Senate!” accused a member of the malcontent group.

“Supposed treaty?” Ritsuko replied, stepping toward him. “Are you calling me a liar, fat-ass?” she asked, her carbine slipping into her hands. “Say it again,” she suggested, shouldering the rifle and centering her target's head.

“Calm down, please!” the Dove senator said, even as the malcontent dove under the shallow marble lip in front of each senator's seat. Ritsuko lowered the rifle to low-ready, sweeping the room with a glare.

“Listen, shit-heads,” she said to the room at large. “You are not dealing with the Men in Green. You are dealing with the Warrior Bunnies. We do not tolerate insult, betrayal or attack. Any such action will be met with full force retaliation. Most of you recognize that I am human, not demi-human. What is likely unknown to you all is that I have already crushed a continent under my boot! Give me reason as they did, and the same will happen here! I will leave cities in flames and filled with the dead, I will lay waste to all before me, leaving ash and bones behind me. None will be spared my wrath. Remember this when you consider insulting me or my people, attacking us as you have done once before or breaking a treaty with me. If you want to get into a pissing contest with me, you better bring a fucking boat!” she finished in a yell.

In the silence that followed her pronouncement, the Dove senator cleared his throat. “We are getting far afield from our original discussion,” he said. “Which is your insistence that Pina will not wed without your permission and the interference in internal matters that such entails.”

“Discussion? There is nothing to discuss,” stated Ritsuko. “I came here as a courtesy to let you know the facts of this matter. You can talk about it all you want, but it will change nothing. Remember also that I control the gates between cities. I know many of you are enjoying great profits by using that system. Ask yourself what you stand to lose for a political move of dubious results, compared to what you have to gain by accepting that there is nothing you can do to force Pina to marry without my permission. And there really is nothing you can do. If you attempt it, not only will I kill the idiot you have selected, I will crush this Empire to dust. What is this ploy worth to you?” Ritsuko said sweeping the senators with her piercing gaze before turning and marching out of the senate building.

“Where are you going?” blurted out the speaker of the senate.

“I have said what I came to say, so I am leaving,” came the blunt, uninterested reply. “Heed my words, for there will be no other warning.” Outside the senate building, Ritsuko adjusted her cloak and headed straight for the Crime District, melting in the crowds there and slipping out the gate in that district. Reaching the woods, she jogged a few miles through the woods, reaching the clearing where her air fish waited along with Pina, Panache and Norma. The group waited and ten minutes later, Rapier, Gabs and Milliea joined them.

“We're clear,” reported Gabs.

“They were pretty upset,” Milliea added. Ritsuko shrugged.

“They will get over it,” she said. “The number of senators with more to gain from not picking a fight far outweighs the stupid, hateful ones at this point,” smiled the red-head. “Anyway, let's be off,” she said, the group swiftly mounting the air fish. Ritsuko guided it away from the city, low and silent. When they reached the Warrior Bunny Capital the next afternoon - having stopped off for the night in the wilderness - Ritsuko had swiftly shown Norma around.

The buildings were semi-sunken, not unlike rabbit warrens, though with above-ground works. The trenches served as a partial defensive work, as well as being helpful in the winter snow storms on the prairies where the Warrior Bunny lands were located. The earth also served as insulation and heating and cooling. The insides of the houses were stone and cement where they were underground, with stone, wood and sod above. Surrounding the town was a trench system and berms. Pina recognized that neither cavalry nor the mechanical devices the JDSF had used would be able to cross the perimeter at any speed; if at all. Infantry would also be slowed as they approached. In the town center were training grounds instead of government buildings.

On the grounds, a group of young Warrior Bunnies were training hard. Spotting their Queen, the instructors called for the group to form up. Ritsuko had inspected them, taking the time to speak to each young girl personally as well as their instructors. Seeing the near-naked rabbit girls bleeding while training made Norma gulp nervously.

“I told you,” Panache said to Norma. “Do not expect mercy from her or the Bunnies; they have none,” she said, recalling her own training under Ritsuko and her team. “In many ways, Ritsuko and her elves are even worse than her instructors,” she added.

“Yet you seek to serve her,” Milliea interjected. Panache sent the elf a look.

“Yes, I do,” she said.

“Why?” asked Milliea bluntly.

“For the moment, I will keep that secret,” Panache said. Ritsuko rejoined them, leading them to her house, which was deep in the center of the town.

Back in the capital, Pina all but flopped down onto her bed, groaning softly to herself. Hamilton shooed away the maids before sitting beside her friend and guardian. “Um…” Hamilton struggled for something to say. “At least you aren't going to be forced to marry that guy,” she finally blurted out.

Pina turned her head to give her a look, but didn't say anything. Hamilton offered a weak smile in return. Minutes passed.

“Do…you think this will work?” whispered Hamilton finally. Pina sighed before sitting up.

“I pray so,” she murmured back. “If not, I have sacrificed a dear friend for nothing,” she sighed.

“I can't believe you are serious about this,” Itami muttered as he adjusted his formal clothes. He had given up his uniform some time back in favor of native clothes, though he kept his fatigues and dress uniform in a cedar chest just in case. In this situation, though, native clothes were the right choice, since his uniform would mean nothing here.

“Why wouldn't we be?” asked Lelei calmly as a body servant adjusted her court gown. Not far from her, her co-wives were also being dressed by the body servants. Itami sighed, knowing a pointless, losing fight when he heard one. Instead, he just sighed again.

“It isn't that bad, Itami,” smiled Rory, who insisted on her goth loli dress, ignoring the body servants begging her to wear a gown. “From all we know, she is beautiful and young,” teased the demi-goddess. Itami said nothing, once more recognizing a losing fight.

A knock came from the door, followed almost instantly by the door opening and Mari sticking her head in and glancing around. “You all look beautiful,” smiled the medic, ignoring her former commander for the moment. “Even Itami looks normal,” she sniped. Itami gave her a false smile.

“And you look quite eye-catching as well, Mari-chan,” he replied cheerfully.

Mari gave him a smile, turning on her heel easily, doing two full, slow circles to show off her elegant court gown. “Do I really?” she asked, smiling an evil smile. “This gown is quite nice,” she added. The gown was literally bejeweled with pearls, semi-precious stones and had gold and silver threadwork in places. It also barely covered her breasts and almost showed off her groin, thanks to the low cut and slits in the floor-length skirt. Around her bare shoulders was a fox-skin stole, fastened by a diamond and ruby pin. A number of jewelry chains had been woven into her hair as well.

“Of course it is,” Itami replied blandly. It had barely surprised him to find out that the usually-simply-dressed former medic had become enamored of gowns and fancy clothes now that she was stuck in that world. It didn't change who she was, but it was telling of her secret nature, Itami mused. She probably pretended to be a princess when she was a little girl, he thought idly. Such an outfit would have shocked the other members of his old unit to see how happy Mari Kurokawa was wearing such a fancy - and scandalous! - gown.

“Noriko, come on in,” Mari said, glancing at the door. A moment later, Noriko entered, also wearing a gown that left little to the imagination. Noriko was still fussing with the gown a little; especially the top.

“Please, mistress, do not tug on the gown like that,” admonished one of the body servants, “the lacing will loosen and make the gown sag.”

“But it feels like it is about to fall off,” complained Noriko. “I thought this was a formal dinner,” she added, tugging up on what there was of the cups to the gown. For a moment, Itami could have sworn he could see part of the young girl's areolas.

“It is and stop tugging on the gown or it will fall off,” chided Mari. Her own gown was clinging to her chest with the most tenuous-seeming grip Itami had imagined possible. He wondered if there would be a `wardrobe malfunction' that night. “Doesn't she look gorgeous, Itami?” hinted Mari.

“Very pretty,” he smiled at Noriko, giving her a thumbs-up. Noriko blushed a little.

“Thanks,” she managed, hands twitching. “I want a cigarette,” she complained to herself.

“You can't have one,” Mari denied her request. “This is not the time or place to be indulging in such an unhealthy practice,” she added. Noriko rolled her eyes.

“But it is fine to celebrate the Queen here picking Itami for stud duty?” she fired back, snickering a bit. Itami sighed again.

“Perfectly fine,” a voice said from the door, Airi entering the room serenely. She was dressed in a court gown as well, this one fitted to her specifications. Mari could tell Airi had been a famous actress back in her world just by looking at the older woman. Her eyes fell to the small bulge in Airi's belly, partially concealed by her fancy gown. “Are you almost ready? It is nearly time,” she added, eyeing the group. “Itami, please straighten your clothes and smooth your hair,” she directed at the man. “You look like a shady used carriage salesman, and that is not the image you need for this appearance.”

The women - except Lelei - burst out into giggles at the man's expense; and though she didn't laugh, Lelei's lips turned up in a small smile. “Yes, ma'am,” he said, sighing yet again as he checked his clothes and hair.

“While Itami makes himself presentable, I want to go over the events for tonight,” Airi directed to the group. “First, the receiving order,” began Airi.

“I will be on Itami's arm, of course,” Rory began.

“It would be better if you weren't,” Airi denied the `suggestion' smoothly. “Customs here are different, my dear demi-goddess, and there are other considerations, as well,” she added.

“Like Ritsuko?” Noriko asked, smirking a little. “Where is she, anyway?”

“Doubtlessly around,” Airi replied. She locked gazes with Rory. “And Rory, I want your word that you will not make trouble tonight. Ritsuko has given her word that she won't do anything if you don't, so would you two just set aside your differences for a night?”

“I suppose I could,” Rory replied, glancing away loftily. “As long as I don't get bored,” she added with a wicked smile.

“Rory,” Itami said firmly. “This is not our continent, and you are not a demi-goddess here. Ritsuko is even less likely to overlook provocation here.” Rory pouted but said nothing.

“With that taken care of, I want to go over a few points of protocol and etiquette with you all and then have you ladies practice moving in the gowns so there are no issues in the hall,” Airi continued easily. For the next half hour, she went over the entire plan for the night, had the women practice moving and curtseying without showing off anything accidentally, and then worked with Itami directly on his role.

When her husband came to get her, she was more or less satisfied with the group's readiness, and the group was beginning to see why she had such a tight, strong friendship with Ritsuko. The two were more alike than the others had thought. With her husband ready, Airi gave the group one final check, then led them toward the banquet hall. “Have you seen Ritsuko or any of her elven friends this evening, dear?” Airi asked her husband.

“No,” he said carefully. “I half-expected to be ambushed in the halls, in fact,” he admitted. Airi laughed softly.

“If she ambushed you, dear, you would never see it coming and you would never survive it,” she cooed sweetly. “But I really think that Ritsuko is warming up to you finally,” she insisted.

“I will take your word for it, my dear Airi,” he replied, not convinced of his wife's take on how her best friend felt about him. He still had nightmares sometimes about the red-head, after all. “Oh, yes - I got word that High Priestess Celsia couldn't make it tonight; some sort of emergency in the temple, apparently. But, High Priestess Elect Annette arrived two hours ago, but I have not seen or heard of her since. Shall we have the palace staff locate her?” he asked.

“No, the banquet is about to begin, and I suspect that she has been busy with Ritsuko since her arrival,” Airi shared.

“I see,” her husband mused. “Nothing wrong, I pray?” he wondered.

“Nothing that need concern us, dear husband,” smiled Airi. “How is our son?” she asked, changing the topic.

“He is with the Crown Prince, of course, under the watch of Persephone and Venus,” smiled the husband. “I understand that the boys have discovered the time-honored art of destroying things,” he chuckled. Airi sighed.

“Boys will be boys,” she said, dismissing the issue.

Arriving at the doors to the banquet hall, Airi swiftly did a final check before nodding to the two uniformed pages at the door, the two opening the doors for them. Airi glanced at the master of ceremonies, who bowed his head back before striking the butt of his ceremonial staff on the steel plate set into the stone floor. “Chancellor Airi and her husband,” he orated to the banquet hall full of people. The conversation quieted for a moment as the attendees all bowed or curtseyed to the second-most powerful figure in the kingdom. The two swept forward regally toward the raised dais where a table had been set up with chairs.

“Lord Itami of the Kingdom of Elbe,” announced the master of ceremonies. “Accompanied by his wives, Master magician Lelei, Journeyman magician Arpeggio,” the older sister twitched, but didn't otherwise react to being ranked below her younger sister, “High Elf Tuka Hodor, Dark Elf Yao Dushi and Apostle Rory Mercury,” finished the man, the Raltaowian guests studying the women and Itami. The elves were nothing special, and the title Apostle meant little to them beyond making them wonder if she was a religious figure on her continent.

As instructed, the group made their way to the Queen's table, joining Airi and her husband. With the group seated, Mari moved forward with Noriko beside her and a half-step back. “Stop tugging on your dress,” murmured Mari. Noriko forced her hands to her side.

“Master Healer Mari Kurokawa, accompanied by her apprentice, Journeyman healer Noriko,” the master of ceremonies proclaimed. Mari was known to many in the court, and Noriko was getting known as well; though not always for being Mari's apprentice. The two made their way to the Queen's table as well, Mari exchanging pleasantries with some of the guests as they went. Once they were seated and had wine poured for them, Mari glanced at Airi.

“Now we wait,” murmured Airi. And hope that Ritsuko isn't feeling rambunctious or playful this evening, she left unsaid. The Queen was always the last to arrive, even though she was likely watching them through the window even now. It would not be beyond possibility that Ritsuko would appear well into the festivities, which was a social no-no, just for the hell of it. Airi could only hope that her elves could keep her more or less under control.

“High Priestess Elect of the Temple of Common Elves, Annette,” the voice of the master of ceremonies cut through the buzz of conversation, the priestess moving into the room smoothly. She was wearing a gown that made more than one mouth drop open. Airi smiled behind her cup of wine.

“She cleans up nicely,” she murmured with evil pleasure. “Remind me to give a bonus to Hecate and Artemis,” she directed to her husband, who nodded.

“Indeed,” he agreed. “They do most excellent work,” he fought to smother a chuckle.

“Try not to drool, dear,” teased Airi. Annette looked like walking sex appeal. The look on her face told Airi that she knew what she looked like, and it made her a bit nervous. Annette joined the others at the queen's table. “Annette, it is good to see you again,” smiled Airi.

“And so much of you at that,” sniped Noriko.

“I do know a spell that will shut your mouth for good, little human girl,” murmured Annette through her teeth. “This is your doing, isn't it, Airi?” accused the priestess, hiding behind a pleasant smile.

“And if it is?” was the unimpressed reply from the actress. “Have you seen Ritsuko this evening? Or her elves?” she asked.

“Not in hours,” Annette replied. “She seemed busy,” added the elf, frowning a little.

“Oh, god,” breathed Airi's husband. Airi patted his hand.

“There, there,” she soothed him. “I am sure she won't do anything too outrageous,” assured the woman.

“She had some demi-humans with her,” Annette said, taking a large pull from her cup before signaling the attendant to refill it.

“Oh, my,” Airi breathed, her mind throwing up hundreds of lurid possibilities now that she knew Ritsuko had brought some of her demi-humans with her. “Please tell me they were Warrior Bunnies and only a couple,” she nearly begged.

“Other than Delilah and one other, no,” Annette replied. “There was cat-person with her, a four-armed woman, a fox-girl and a lamia,” recalled the elf.

“What was the scale pattern on the lamia?” Mari asked, curious. She had determined that much like snakes on her world, the lamia tribes could usually be identified by the pattern and color of their scales.

“Chevrons and diamonds, mostly earth-toned scales, but with some copper and some green scales,” Annette replied.

“Bamboo viper clan,” Mari blinked. “One of the most venomous of the lamia clans. I didn't think she had an alliance with them.”

“I have only ever seen constrictor clans with her,” Noriko offered. She had been hit on pretty strongly by a python woman on her last visit to Ritsuko's city, so it stuck in her head.

“Studying up on the demi-human clans, Mari?” asked Rory sweetly. “The lamia, much like the medusa clans are often discriminated against without reason,” she went on. “They are very nice, if you understand their customs, and I think that Ritsuko discovered this.”

“Still, I don't know that the kingdom is ready for such a rapid introduction,” worried Airi. Demi-humans were mostly myths on this continent, after all.

Further talk was interrupted by the banging of the master of ceremonies staff on the floor. “Presenting Queen Ritsuko and her companions,” he said, his voice sounding a bit strained. Conversation stopped abruptly as everyone turned to see Ritsuko smirking at them from the doorway. She was wearing a gown, the crown of the warrior bunnies on her head.

“Go on,” she ordered, her smirk turning into a dangerous smile.

“Q…Queen Ritsuko of the Warrior Bunny nation, and her companions,” the older court functionary paused to clear his throat. “Elves Milliea, Gabriella and Rapier,” he began, each elf giving a brief curtsey in their gowns. They, too, looked like walking wet dreams. “Captain of the Royal Guard, Delilah of the Warrior Bunnies,” he nearly choked, the battle-gown dressed Delilah smiling at the hall. Her erect ears twitched back and forth. “And her attendants,” the man finished, gulping as he looked at the female lamia, four-armed woman, fox-girl and cat-person.

“I am surprised Persia is not with them,” Mari noted casually.

“She is working with Mamina on something,” shrugged Noriko. It was then that the conversation roared back to life, entirely focused on Ritsuko. Once a countess, now a Queen, and with demi-humans, there was much to gossip about.

“Come,” Ritsuko said calmly, leading her group forward easily. Her stride and bearing cut through the attendees like a sword. Her elves, smiling easily, followed her, as did her guests. The lamia's effortless slithering left silence in her wake; as did her outfit, which was formal wear for her clan and consisted of more jewelry than cloth. Her smile - revealing her fangs - left many a man both terrified and oddly aroused.

Reaching the table, Ritsuko sat down one chair away from Airi, leaving the chair between them for Liseria. “Evening,” she smiled pleasantly at the table.

“Oh, Ritsuko,” sighed Airi, though a small smile graced her lips. Ritsuko shrugged.

“Distraction and misdirection, Airi,” she murmured back, accepting a cup of wine, cut heavily with water. “Now, let's get this over with so Itami can knock up the queen and I can go back to my own matters,” she whispered behind her wine glass.

“Her Majesty, Queen Liseria,” proclaimed the master of ceremonies, the room going silent as Liseria entered in a royal gown that - while opulent - left no more of her covered that Annette's gown did, in spite of more material being used in the royal gown. The group at the royal table stood, the men bowing while the women gave court curtseys; or as close as was possible in the case of the lamia woman.

Liseria made her way to her spot in measured, regal strides, ignoring the other in the hall as was traditional and settled between Airi and Ritsuko. Once Liseria was seated and her food and wine had been placed before her, she raised her glass of wine and greeted the group. “My good subjects, I bid you welcome to my banquet,” she said formally, the conversation resuming now that tradition and protocol had been satisfied.

“You're up, Itami,” came the barely-audible voice of Ritsuko. “Charm the gown off her,” she purred softly, giving him a saucy wink. Itami wondered what he had done to deserve such hardship in his life. But then, isn't this how things turn out in manga and anime? Part of him wondered.

“Queen Liseria,” Arpeggio spoke up, “have you by chance visited my husband's lands?”

“I have visited your continent several times, but I confess I have not visited Elbe,” Liseria said. Lelei nudged her husband.

“Please, allow me to tell you of my adopted land,” he said, giving her a smile. Liseria seemed receptive, and before he knew it, they had been talking for more than an hour, ignoring the other conversations. His wives, Airi and Ritsuko were all complicit in this, but he found he kept forgetting that as he conversed with the queen. Young or not, she was intelligent, attractive and likeable.

Two hours later, he was escorting the queen out of the banquet hall, the two still talking amicably. Reaching the royal apartments, he was reminded of his duty. After Liseria checked on her son, the two found themselves alone in the apartments. Itami was weighing his chances of escaping when Liseria slipped off her gown, leaving her naked before taking his hand and pulling him to her bedroom.

Tuka looked around the Temple of Celsia in wonder. Annette had taken her there to meet with Celsia to talk about Summoner training for the fairy elf. While the second-most-powerful Summoner, Annette was hesitant to train Tuka until after she spoke with Celsia. Though physically recovered from her near-death encounter, Celsia was still magically drained; hence Annette being the High Priestess Elect. But, with several centuries separating her from Celsia, the senior priestess was the one who had to approve teaching Tuka Summoning spells.

While Tuka was exploring the Temple and learning that - while there were no fairy elves on the other continent - the high elves were the closest group to her own, Yao was with Gabriella, the dark elves meeting up with Gabriella's clan in their secluded enclave. The meeting between the two had been interesting, and Yao learned that Gabriella was more or less an exile from her people. The dark elf wife of Itami spend days talking with the elders about history and getting to know her clan's until-now-unknown cousin tribe.

Lelei was with Mari and Noriko, the healer showing the mage around the major cities of the continent. The blue-haired mage was soaking up everything like a sponge, and Mari found she liked spending time with the young wife of her former commander. Noriko found she got along well with the girl as well. The Capital took up three whole days alone on their tour.

Arpeggio was with Rapier, the kickboxer showing her spots where rare and unusual minerals and gems had been found, the two getting along well enough, though Rapier often had to stop herself from kicking the human in the head for her behavior. Rapier also discovered that Arpeggio had a fondness for indulging herself in unnecessary luxuries. She was just glad that Airi and Ritsuko were footing the bill for her baby-sitting.

Rory had managed to slip away and ended up at the Holy Seat in the Capital, where she had a lively discussion with the Pontiff, who was considered a demi-god as well. It went without saying that things did not go well, as Rory accepted his claim at face value and assumed that he - as a demi-god - could regenerate and was un-killable like she was. Ritsuko had to extract her from a nasty situation, then resurrect her Boss identity to prevent further disruptions. Before the two could start working on each other, Airi had arrived and before Rory knew it, she was in a private spa, far from everything, being pampered. She decided it was ok to relax for a bit. Airi meanwhile was dealing with Ritsuko and the political fall-out from the religious clash.

Ritsuko and her demi-humans slipped away in the bustle and no one could find them. This, naturally, worried more than a few people. The entire time, Itami and Liseria were spending time together, Liseria showing him around her kingdom and the two making plans for her to visit his lands in Elbe. Airi and her maids carefully tended to the rumors and guided them to the correct take - which was that Liseria had found a nobleman to enjoy an affair with.

Pina finished up her paperwork and then leaned back, sighing. Hamilton was beside her, waiting for Pina to indicate what she wanted to do next. A knock on the door interrupted the Empress's thoughts and Pina called for the person to enter. The door opened and Beefeater entered, saluting her ruler and order preceptor. “Beefeater,” Pina greeted her friend.

“Lady Pina, Norma has returned,” reported the black-haired girl. Pina blinked.

“Already?” she wondered.

“My lady, it has been ten months,” Beefeater answered. Pina wondered where the time had gone.

“How is she?” asked Pina. Beefeater hummed softly.

“Different,” she decided on at last. “Lady Ritsuko did exactly as she promised. She is practically a different person,” admitted the woman.

“Where is she now?” asked Pina.

“At the order's chapter house,” reported Beefeater. A moment of silence passed. “Have you heard from Panache?” she asked.

“Not in weeks,” Pina reported. The three glanced around.

“Do you think something has happened?” whispered Hamilton.

“I think we would have heard about it if it had,” Pina replied. “She is likely just very busy. You know how Ritsuko is,” she added.

“Yes,” Beefeater said, “and that is part of what worries me. We gave blood oaths, and she takes that very seriously. If she decides that Panache is breaking those oaths…”

“Pray she does not see it that way,” Pina replied, rising. “Let us go meet with Norma,” she commanded, the three heading to the order house of the Rose Order Knights. Reaching the house, they found that Norma was evaluating the acolytes' training progress. The former slave woman was not shy about sharing her displeasure at the lack of progress. Pina came up to her and she gave Pina a bow.

“My lady,” Norma greeted her. Pina nodded.

“I am placing you in charge of training the new members, Norma,” stated Pina. “I trust you can perform that task?”

“Yes, my lady,” confirmed Norma.

“How is Panache doing, Norma?” Hamilton asked.

“It has been more than two months since I last saw Panache,” Norma said. “Queen Ritsuko keeps her incredibly busy with tasks,” added the future head of the White Roses.

“With what kind of tasks?” wondered Beefeater. Panache was her friend, after all.

“I do not know, my lady, but if they are anything like the ones given me…” Norma trailed off, frowning.

“What did she have you doing?” wondered Pina.

“Training, mostly. But my tasks - when given - were mostly raiding missions, a few assassination missions, recon, target assessment and some intelligence gathering,” Norma replied. The other blinked.

“Assassinations?” breathed Hamilton. Norma nodded.

“Yes, Lady Hamilton,” confirmed the former slave.

“How many…?” wondered the personal page of Pina.

“Three missions, all successful,” smiled Norma.

“Who were the targets?” Pina wondered. There had been some pretty high-profile deaths, after all.

“I have no idea who they were, and it does not matter. Their deaths were ordered, and so they died,” Norma shrugged indifferently. “If you will excuse me, my lady, I must speak with the kitchen staff about a matter and formulate the new training regimen,” Normal added, saluting her Lady before moving off.

“Pina,” breathed Hamilton, looking to her mistress.

“We knew she was like this,” Pina replied.

“Let's recall her before things collapse,” Beefeater suggested.

“We can't,” Pina replied, swallowing harshly. “Not without revealing it all to Ritsuko. And that is sure to get more than just Panache killed,” she added. “I will try to speak with Ritsuko as soon as possible. In the meantime, say nothing to anyone. And keep an eye on Norma,” she added in a soft murmur. Being a ruler sucks, Pina thought. You have to make decisions that can get your dearest friends killed on little or no information and for political ends that might not even be relevant. I should have refused the crown, she thought for far from the first time. But the crown rested on her head, and she would do her best; her nature would not allow anything less.

“A civil war?” Ritsuko asked, sounding bored.

“Well, more of a war of succession,” admitted Duran. “The previous king of Alguna had an heir who took the throne when his father died at Alnus Hill. However, he was never well-liked by the people and was not of a kingly disposition.”

“Spoiled brat,” grunted Ritsuko. “Or maybe another Zorzal?” she hinted.

“More the former than the latter,” Duran replied urbanely. “This past spring, he and his friends were carousing with some whores, and he took a cold. He died six weeks later. While no great loss, he had not declared an heir, and though unmarried, had two acknowledged bastards. Those two have been quietly building their power bases for years behind the scenes and now they are looking to be the only claimant to the crown,” sighed the King of Elbe.

“Sounds like an internal matter,” Ritsuko replied.

“If it would stay internal, it would be,” Duran agreed. “Unfortunately, the two have been very busy gathering allies outside the kingdom. There are senators in the Imperial Senate who back one or the other, nobles in my own kingdom supplying men, materials and influence to one side or the other, and the Dukedom of Ligu is all but consumed by the crisis. It is not beyond reason to expect one or the other - likely the one with the weaker claim to the throne - to conquer Ligu as a base for his continued bid for the throne. It is certain that the senators have other designs on the land as well,” he hinted.

“Don't bother speaking diplomatically to me, Duran,” Ritsuko replied tartly. “Those fucking assholes would love to move from Senators to self-styled warrior-kings. But once more, why are you talking to me about this and not Pina?”

“Lady Pina is in something of a bind when it comes to this matter,” Duran said. “As you likely know, the three of them - Alguna, Ligu and Mudwan - are vassal states to the Empire; as is my own Elbe. While that does give her control over us, it does not give her the power to install monarchs or to occupy the lands unless we attack the Empire. There are treaties, and tradition and political considerations, but what she can do is limited. Yes, she could commit to action, but the political and military fall-out would be severe for her. You, on the other hand….” He trailed off, smiling pleasantly.

“I am Queen of the Warrior Bunnies, the feared and terrible Ritsuko,” smiled back the red-headed Queen of the Warrior Bunnies. The two were talking in the private gardens of Duran's palace in the capital of Elbe. With Ritsuko was Milliea, a young Warrior Bunny acting as her guard, and a fox-girl. Duran was by himself. Around the far corners of the garden were guards, and the older warrior was certain that Ritsuko had more guards in place as well against treachery.

“Indeed you are,” smiled Duran, offering his glass of wine. Ritsuko tapped her own against it, though her glass was more water than wine. “To the one who shouted down the senate,” he chuckled.

“You just learn to shout louder,” giggled Ritsuko, eyes glittering. “Speaking of, how is your own succession here? I understand you never married, and have no acknowledged bastards.”

“My succession is quite clear, thank you, though if you are offering…?” he smiled at her.

“You wish,” came the dry reply. “But I think I know a few girls who wouldn't mind giving you an heir…”

“Sadly, my kingdom would never accept a half-breed demi-human as heir to the throne,” sighed Duran. “Though you seem quite comfortable with demi-humans,” he noted.

“I suppose,” was all he got from Ritsuko. “Getting back to the problem with Alguna,” she hinted. Duran sipped his wine.

“I suppose it would be for the best if one or both were removed from the situation,” he mused.

“Wouldn't that tip the balance into chaos?” asked Ritsuko, suspicious of power vacuums.

“Not if someone stepped up to lead the kingdom during the transition,” suggested the man.

“Not my thing,” declined Ritsuko.

“Obviously, you prefer the crown of the Warrior Bunnies, yes,” agreed Duran. “You do, however, have friends and contacts that would be suited to the position and would serve the greater good of peace and stability while doing so, do you not?”

Ritsuko stared at him for a long moment. “I will think about it,” she said. “And now, if you will excuse me, I have business elsewhere,” she said, standing. “Your hospitality is exceptional, as always,” she added, giving him a smile before strolling out of the garden, her battle gown gleaming in the early summer sun. The Warrior Bunny with her gave him a suspicious glance, while Milliea cheerfully smiled and waved goodbye as they left.

“Congratulations, Airi, you have a healthy, beautiful daughter,” Mari said, handing the sweaty Airi her second child. The last month of the pregnancy had turned a bit rough, and Ritsuko had made sure that Mari was there to care for Airi. The actress went into labor two weeks early, and the delivery turned into a fourteen hour ordeal, but in the end, the baby seemed perfectly fine and healthy.

“Welcome, sweetie,” Airi cooed to the baby, guiding the fussing newborn to her breast, the infant latching on immediately. “You have a good appetite,” giggled Airi. Mari was tending to the post-birth duties. By the door, a scowling Ritsuko was leaning against the door, arms crossed under her breasts. Her cloak had been set aside, revealing her battle gown and weapons. Mari was working between Airi's legs.

“Noriko, we have some bleeding here,” murmured Mari. Noriko nodded, grabbing some prepared bandages and ointments.

“Fuck that,” Ritsuko said, straightening and opening the door. “Annette,” she said, the High Priestess Elect entering a moment later. “See if you can heal Airi,” murmured Ritsuko. The elf moved over to the bed, already incanting a healing spell. Mari glanced at Ritsuko.

“Well, if you want to cheat…” she said sarcastically. Ritsuko stared at her, not saying anything.

Ten minutes later, Mari was satisfied that Airi was in good shape. After washing her arms off in a clean bowl of warm water and using soap to her elbows, Mari declared the birth complete. The midwives - part of Liseria's court staff - had watched intently as Mari worked. Now, they cleaned up the mess and excused themselves to discuss what they had seen and learned, in preparation for Liseria's delivery in a few months' time. Once only Noriko, Ritsuko, Airi and her daughter were in the room, Mari spoke up.

“Airi, I recommend you not have another child,” the medic said, her tone serious. Airi - still a little out of it from the birth - gave her a wide-eyed look.

“Why?”

“Because it will get much more dangerous for you from here on,” Mari said.

“I agree, Airi,” seconded the red-head. “You have a son and a daughter. No need for more; especially at your age and in these conditions,” she added softly, moving over to the bed and touching Airi's shoulder. “Please, Airi, I don't know if I could take having to bury you,” she murmured.

“She does have a point, Airi. You had your first child late in your bearing years, and that is never a good start. Now, a second one so close to the end has left you in a dangerous place,” Mari backed up Ritsuko.

“I never wanted kids, but now that I have two, I find I like them,” Airi nearly pouted, the act telling Ritsuko much about her emotional and mental condition.

“Adopt. Take over Liseria's kids. Start a day-care, but don't have any more, please,” Ritsuko came as close to begging as she could.

“My husband comes from a large family,” sighed Airi, forgetting who she was talking to.

“I'll…explain things to him,” purred Ritsuko darkly, rising at once and marching for the door.

“Oh, dear,” Airi seemed to be focusing a bit more. “Ritsuko! Wait…!” she called as the door to her bedroom closed behind the redhead. “Noriko, would you be a dear and find Milliea for me?” she asked the youngest of the women.

“I'll try, but I think Ritsuko will find your husband first,” sighed Noriko, standing and moving out of the room. As she left, Persephone and Hecate entered the room, along with her son.

“My lady,” the two curtseyed. They were almost fidgeting in anticipation.

Airi giggled softly. “Come meet your younger sister,” she cooed to her son, the young man rushing to her bedside and studying the red baby nursing on his mother's breast. The two body servants hurried to the bedside as well, excited to see another baby.

“Why is she red, mommy?” asked her son.

“Because she is just born,” replied Mari. “All new babies are red right after delivery,” she added. “Not too long,” she told the three. “Airi needs to rest and recover. I will have some cool water and some herbal tea delivered, Airi. I want you to sleep as much as you can, understood?” she ordered professionally.

“Ok,” Airi capitulated, yawning. The delivery had taken a lot out of her, and her daughter rested in her arms, so her lack of sleep was catching up with her. The door opened once more and Liseria entered.

“Airi, how are you?” she asked, moving to the side of the bed and carefully studying Airi and the newest member of their family.

“Tired,” admitted Airi honestly. “Before I forget, Ritsuko is likely planning to torture my husband. Would you have the staff look for him, and if she has not already found him, escort him here for his own safety?” she asked, smiling a little.

“Again? I thought she was beginning to accept him,” Liseria sighed.

“This was a hard delivery, and it would be best if she did not have any more children. Ritsuko seems to suspect Airi's husband of wanting more,” Mari replied. “Everyone, please allow Airi to get some much-needed rest,” she repeated her order.

While this was going on, Ritsuko was zeroing in on her friend's husband. She found him in the library of the Queen, quietly reading an old book on the history of the kingdom. Ritsuko slipped up to him silently before clearing her throat. The man jerked in surprise, seeing a scowling Ritsuko staring at him, her fingers absently caressing her carbine receiver. “Q…Queen Ritsuko,” he said. “Is the birth already over?” he asked weakly.

“It is,” came the cold reply. “There were some complications, but Airi has a healthy, beautiful daughter. I am here to tell you that you will never get her pregnant again if you want to live.”

“We had discussed more children…” he began, licking his lips. Ritsuko leaned closer, eyes slitted and a searing-hot glare scorching him.

“I don't give a damn what you want or think,” she said slowly, dangerously, “Airi is done bearing children. Do I make myself clear? Her health and even life would be endangered were she to have another child, and I will make you a eunuch before I allow you to even think of risking her for another child. I am told you come from a large family. Good for you. You will not have a large family; at least with Airi. And remember, if you cheat on her, your ass is mine,” she nearly purred, malice in her tone.

“But…” he began carefully.

“But nothing. If I end up burying Airi because you want to feel virile or whatever bullshit thought is in your head, I will make damn sure that your entire family joins her in the grave. Do you hear me?” demanded the red-head.

“I hear you,” he said quietly. Ritsuko gave him a single nod.

“Good. Now go greet your daughter,” she said, turning and walking away.

“What of you, Ritsuko?” he called after her. “When will you have a family?” He really wanted to avoid antagonizing her, but she was so abrasive and cold toward him every time they met up, and he couldn't help himself.

“My family is Airi, my friends and my girls,” Ritsuko said without missing a beat. “Go greet your daughter, kiss your wife and assure her that she did an excellent job and that you don't want any more children. If you don't, I will be the last thing you see,” she warned him as she exited the room. Setting the book aside, he hurried to the bedroom he and his wife shared, finding her dozing, a soft smile on her lips and her daughter sleeping against her bare breasts. Silently sitting on the side of the bed, the father just studied his newest - last - child.

“Your son got bored and left with the others,” a soft voice said, making him flinch. Spinning, he saw Liseria sitting in a chair in the corner. “I assume Ritsuko got to you?” she asked.

“Yes, another pleasant conversation with the charming young lady,” sighed the man. “I worry for my safety, but Airi insists that she had warmed to me.”

“I fear that you and your wife have different definitions of `warming up to you',” giggled Liseria softly. The man sighed.

“I would agree, considering the facts,” he admitted. Liseria quieted.

“But I agree that Ritsuko is more accepting of you than before. You truly have done nothing to deserve such ire from her aside from marrying her best friend and being a man. I am grateful for your restraint in the face of her hostility,” his queen said quietly.

“My queen, my actions are guided entirely by self-preservation,” he answered, a bit of humor in his tone. Liseria inclined her head.

“Honesty is rare in my court, so I thank you for your candid admittance of your motives,” she smiled a little. Silence fell for several moments.

“Do you think she is going to stay long?” the husband asked.

“It is unlikely,” admitted the Queen of Raltaow. “I have heard on good authority that she is becoming involved in a war of succession in a kingdom on the other continent,” shared the queen.

“I almost pity whoever finds themselves opposite her,” the man said, shaking his head.

“Yes, as do I,” Liseria agreed whole-heartedly.

Ritsuko was smiling widely and snickering as she broke up some dirt in her hands. “My Queen, I am sure there is something I am missing, but why are you so happy to play with dirt?” wondered Panache.

“This isn't dirt,” Ritsuko purred. “It is clay.”

“Clay?” wondered Panache.

“Yes,” confirmed Ritsuko as if that explained everything. “And this appears to be Kaolin clay, too. The things I can do with some good clay,” she giggled to herself. Panache was completely lost. Not far from the red-headed Queen of the Warrior Bunnies were the rest of the party, which consisted of her elves - Milliea, Rapier and Gabriella - a few chosen fighters, and a reluctant Itami, accompanied by his wives.

“What about this earth so excites you, Ritsuko?” wondered Lelei.

“It is a useful resource,” Ritsuko said nothing more.

“If it is so useful, why are the plants here so underdeveloped?” challenged Arpeggio.

“She isn't planning to use it to grow things,” sighed Itami, figuring out what some of the uses Ritsuko likely had in mind for the clay were.

“Oh, that would be a waste of this precious resource,” cooed Ritsuko.

“Were you a chemistry major, by chance?” asked Itami, sounding very put-upon.

“I was a second-year high school girl when I got pulled into this world,” replied Ritsuko. Itami recalled she had said something similar before. I can't imagine what she would be like had she been in college before she got sucked into this world if she is this bad with only a high-school education! He thought to himself. “Besides, I need this to make a proper toilet,” she muttered darkly.

Ritsuko had been busy. She had been introducing new technologies and ideas at a steady rate. First and foremost was indoor plumbing. Due to technical limitations of the local materials, technology and craftsmen, she had been forced to settle for a crude indoor plumbing system. But now that she had located this deposit - which seemed quite expansive - and had access to dwarven craftsmen, she could bring the indoor plumbing of her dreams into this world; though at a far remove from what her native world had developed.

She was also getting tired of pottery plates and stoneware. She wanted better plates, and she wanted ceramics for other reasons. This was a good find. Thinking about the new possibilities, she couldn't help but smile. She realized that Itami had been saying something. “Sorry, wasn't listening,” she said, smiling sweetly. “What was that?”

“I said, we are well within the borders of Alguna,” Itami repeated himself.

“So?” was all she had to say on that topic.

“After another crown?” asked Tuka.

“No. I like this one,” Ritsuko replied indifferently. “But I need this resource, so I will secure it by whatever means I need to,” she added. “How about you stop loafing around and become a king, Itami. I can put you on the throne here with very little bloodshed, and then we will be able to keep things calm and peaceful,” she suggested.

“Um, thanks, but I am already over-worked being a Duke of Elbe,” he began.

“Duran will not always be king, Itami,” warned Ritsuko bluntly, “but suit yourself. I don't need you; I just thought that as a fellow Japanese, I would offer you first choice,” she added carelessly. Itami wondered who would end up on the throne of Alguna.

“Do you plan to make this a demi-human kingdom?” asked Arpeggio.

“And if I do?” smirked Ritsuko.

“It would cause strife and discord with the other three vassal kingdoms,” predicted Panache.

Ritsuko gave her a sharp, deadly smile. “Only for a very short period,” she said sweetly. The others - aside from her elves and warriors - cringed at the implications. “Maybe I should make this an elven kingdom for the dark elves,” she thought aloud.

“We like our home in the Schwarz forest,” Yao replied immediately.

Ritsuko shrugged. Hearing a faint whistle, she pulled a pair of binoculars from her shoulder bag and began to scan the area to the northeast. A moment later she lowered the binoculars. “Well, we're done here anyway,” she said, waving her arm as she headed for the air fish, which were a short distance away. Itami and his wives headed for their military truck. Ritsuko - as part of the payment for Itami's stud services with Liseria - had agreed to show Itami how to work the distillation plant she had made to distill the fuel for the huge cargo plane into gasoline, and to a certain amount of fuel a year for Itami's two vehicles. The rest went to Ritsuko, though she shared a portion with Mari for her generators and occasionally gifted some to special projects.

By the time that the small detachment of Alguna guards had arrived from the local garrison, there was nothing for them to see except for the distant dust from the truck. After checking the area, the guards returned to their garrison. Ritsuko headed for the capital and Pina, while Itami headed for his estate in the neighboring Elbe, his mind busy.

“This is a clear violation of our sovereign state!” proclaimed a red-faced senator. “It is patently obvious that the duplicitous Queen of the Warrior Bunnies intends to foment unrest in this kingdom so she can conquer us piecemeal!”

Pina sighed. It was going into the third hour of the senate meeting, it was late summer, and she was beginning to develop a headache. Beside her, Hamilton waited, making some notes in a tome as she listened to the senate session. They were supposed to be discussing some proposed taxes, some regulations for the new businesses, and the state of the Imperial Legions, but certain senators had hijacked the session.

“The Queen of the Warrior Bunnies has no interest in conquering us,” she reminded the senate.

“I expected no less than that from you,” the senator said, his tone contemptuous. Pina's eyes narrowed some, her hand tightening a little on the hilt of her sword.

“I am not sure I take your meaning, senator,” she said slowly.

“I believe you do, Empress,” he replied, his tone condescending. Pina's lips thinning into a scowl.

“Is that a fact?” she sitting up a little.

“It is such a shame that the empire has come to such a poor state,” the man said, getting some sounds of approval from certain senators, but not many. “Your father and brother must be turning in their tombs,” he added.

“If they are, that is their problem,” Pina stated. “Both of them are dead by means of their own mistakes. Mistakes,” she stressed, “that I will not be repeating. If you wish to continue this line of thought, dear senator, you best be prepared for the consequences,” she warned him, glancing significantly at the vacant seat of the Ror family and at the new head of the Palesti family. “Though I seek peace and prosperity, I will not hesitate to spill blood for it.”

“But not the blood of our enemy,” another senator said, standing and raising his speaking stick. “Why have you not sent a force of Legionnaires to Alguna and put the rightful heir on the throne, if peace and stability is what you seek?”

“The rightful heir?” Pina snorted. “And which one would that be? The one that bought your support with promises of wealth? Or the other one, who bought your rivals with the same promises?” Pina asked sweetly. The senators stilled. “Oh, yes, I am not as oblivious as I may seem,” smiled Pina. “My eyes and ears are in many places; as are my hands,” she warned darkly.

There was some muttering in the Senate at that remark. “The matter of Alguna is their own problem. I will not interfere in an internal matter unless it becomes necessary. Furthermore, I will not tolerate interference from you lot. Test me at your own peril, gentlemen,” she said, inclining her head toward the hole in the floor where a bullet had impacted when Itami had rescued her from her thuggish brother. “Now, unless you are prepared to talk of the tax proposals or regulations for the new businesses, we are done,” she asked, raising an eyebrow at the men.

Two hours later, she returned to the palace, had a bath and a good meal and headed for her private rooms to try to relax. Entering her bedroom, she found Ritsuko waiting for her. “Here,” the older red-head said, offering her a couple of small tablets. Pina took the offered medicine and downed them with some wine.

“You heard,” stated Pina. Ritsuko nodded.

“You did good,” she smiled, playfully tapping Pina's nose. “And while you were distracting them, I got things set up here,” Ritsuko said, pulling Pina into a tight hug. Pina silently cursed as she felt her nipples harden and her face flush at the feeling of Ritsuko's body against her own. “Take a vacation to Italica, Pina,” Ritsuko said before pressing a soft kiss to Pina's lips. “Take Hamilton and Beefeater with you; Panache is getting a little lonely for her sisters,” Ritsuko breathed, sounding amused. “Norma can look after things here with the rest of the order.”

“Then, you are not going to install Panache as the new ruler of Alguna?” Pina wondered.

“You know that is politically impossible, given her family and connection to you,” Ritsuko snorted, one hand absently cupping Pina's ass. “I have found the right candidate, and will be moving forward starting tomorrow morning.” Pina moaned softly as she tightened her embrace of Ritsuko.

“And tonight?” she panted. Ritsuko gave her a smile.

“Tonight,” Ritsuko said, kissing her again as she squeezed Pina's tight ass with one hand, her other holding Pina's head steady by her hair, “you get to sleep with Hamilton,” finished the older red-head, stepping back from Pina as she smiled mischievously. Pina whined even as she panted. Hamilton peeked around the corner of the bedroom, seeing Ritsuko gesture for her to come to her. The brunette did so eagerly. “Don't be up too late, girls,” Ritsuko said, guiding Hamilton into Pina's embrace. “There is a lot of work to do, and I expect to see you all in Italica in a few days,” giggled the Queen before nearly prancing to the window and stepping out onto her air fish.

Pina and Hamilton barely noticed her departure, as they were busy with each other. More than an hour later, the two were cuddled up in Pina's bed, nude and slick with sweat. As pledge sisters, they were not strangers to each other's bodies, but the intensity was greater than they expected of late. “Who do you think she will put on the throne?” yawned Hamilton.

“I don't know, but she has obviously chosen someone she feels she can trust,” answered Pina, covering a yawn herself before pulling Hamilton's warm, soft body closer to her own as sleep claimed them both.

Ritsuko, meanwhile, was seeking her own bed. Milliea was waiting for her, of course, but so was their host when she slipped into the fancy apartment. “Boss,” smiled Zarin as Milliea hugged Ritsuko tight and kissed her.

“Zarin,” Ritsuko said when Milliea released her lips. “I have a new task for you,” she said.

“Command me, Boss,” Zarin replied fervently. Milliea briefly thought how much like a Warrior Bunny Zarin was at times.

“I need someone to wear to a crown, and you are nominated,” smiled Ritsuko, caressing the young woman's cheek. Zarin nearly squealed with delight.

“This is not what we had discussed,” Pina said, her tone tight. Ritsuko ignored her tone.

“It is how it turned out, Pina,” she said. The two were watching the coronation of the next king of Alguna and his new wife, the new queen of Alguna. The first blush of autumn was in the air, and the country was just happy to have a king again instead of warring factions fighting for that crown. Ritsuko and Pina were attending the coronation as monarchs, along with the other rulers. Myui and Duran were in attendance, along with the king of Mudwan and the Duke of Ligu. “Besides, you are making out quite well in this,” reminded Ritsuko.

Pina bit back a sigh. The summer had been a busy one; more so for Ritsuko than for her, but she had been busy nonetheless. Her `vacation' to Italica with Hamilton and Beefeater had ended up being more than a month, and most of that had been spent in the Warrior Bunny capital with Panache, who had been very eager to see her oath sister Beefeater and her friends Pina and Hamilton. The four had even visited the other continent for a few days, Pina taking the opportunity to talk with Panache about what she had learned. It didn't surprise her that Ritsuko was not given to taking Panache into her confidences, though she seemed to trust her to an extent. Panache did tell her that there were few who could honestly say that Ritsuko confided in them.

When they had returned to Italica, they had found Ritsuko waiting for them, having spent some time with Myui. The young head of Clan Formal was clearly enjoying the time Ritsuko was spending with her. When they left, Ritsuko had given Pina some direction on her role in the strategy. It was mostly as a blocking force to her own senate, but Pina understood the necessity.

Returning to the capital, she had found that Norma had done quite well in managing the Order, though many of the newer initiates were unhappy with Norma's training regimen. Even some of the senior figures had dared to complain to Pina about Norma. The former slave who had been trained by Ritsuko apparently took her job very seriously, and was not overly concerned about a member's family or social standing. Pina had observed a couple of training sessions, and then informed the complainers that she was satisfied with the goals of the training and they would remain. A few days later, most of the men had joined the Legions and a handful of women had left the order; including two which Pina had been considering for important positions. Their leaving the order made her second-guess her choice in considering them, but Norma had dismissed it as irrelevant, since she insisted that no one could really know what was in someone until everything else had been peeled back. Pina wondered if Ritsuko had told Norma that or if it was something every slave learned during captivity.

The issues with the order and the Senate kept her busy for the rest of summer.

Ritsuko, meanwhile, had been working even harder. She, Zarin and her inner cadre of hardened fighters infiltrated Alguna, and swiftly identified the factions. Zarin proved to be a born seductress, and within three weeks, had both claimants convinced the sun rose and set from between her thighs. Ritsuko began severing supporting factions of both of the men, weakening them evenly while making it seem to be the work of their rival. By fall, the two were too weak to openly fight, but were both fixated on killing the other. Ritsuko secured the perimeter and gave Zarin the order. She orchestrated a fight to the death between them over her without them even realizing that it wasn't their own idea.

True to their boasts, the two had killed each other. That had not been something that Ritsuko had given serious thought to, but nevertheless, Zarin insisted that it was fine, and to Ritsuko's mild surprise, she had used the `tragedy' to catapult herself to the head of the list of claimants to the crown as the grieving finance of the favorite. It was a truly stirring performance; and the fact that she had seduced, blackmailed or intimidated most of the nobles in the kingdom helped her secure the throne. Of course, the price was her wedding a young man from the most powerful family in the kingdom. She accepted that as the price of winning, knowing that she could kill him if he became an obstacle.

An unexpected side effect of the swift end of the war of succession was that the Dukedom of Ligu was suddenly both much weaker and without a clear line of succession. It seemed that many of the main supporters that Ritsuko had liquidated had also been heavy contributors to the economy of Ligu and were related in some way to the succession of the Dukedom. Ritsuko had cursed the archaic idiocy of kingdoms and nobility. A week of desperate planning, research and coordination had yielded a solution, but it had been a hard sell for Ritsuko to secure the cooperation of the necessary parties.

Noriko had begun dating the presumed heir apparent earlier that month. Ritsuko owed a favor to Mari and Noriko, though the girl found the heir apparent interesting after she had gotten some advice from Airi and Liseria. It was looking like the two would end up married, which would solve the problem, but until they were hitched and Noriko was a mother, Ritsuko would remain vigilant and with her finger on the trigger.

Through her male agent, she had arranged for the value of the vast clay deposit in Alguna to become known. Fronting for his terrifying Boss, the young merchant had set up a trade agreement, and was having the deposit mined and the clay shipped to the nearest city, where dwarven craftsmen had come to build the facilities necessary to refine the clay into useful form. Ritsuko - having figured out how to negotiate with dwarves - had given them some hints and a few small demonstrations of the new material porcelain, leaving the rest to their imagination.

The trade in the new commodity would generate a lot of money for the new rulers, Pina and of course Ritsuko, though Ritsuko was very careful to stay in the background, using Myui and Pina as her fronts. The clay deposit crossed over into Ligu, which meant that shortly, Ligu would be wealthy as well. And once more, Ritsuko had a silent interest in that country as well.

Pina's sour mood was due to the obvious political ramifications of that summer's work. Ritsuko now controlled or heavily influenced the greater share of the continent. Even setting aside her own debt to the older red-head, Ritsuko was more of an empress than she could rightfully claim to be, controlling as she did over two thirds of the land mass of the continent. Her sense of duty to the Empire drove her to worry that Ritsuko - never a fan of the Empire - would decide it was more expedient to simply dissolve the empire and start fresh. That was a thought that made her heart ache.

For all of that, though, Ritsuko showed no interest in doing such a thing; though she rarely showed her hand before she acted. She herself was effectively Ritsuko's vassal, along with Hamilton. Several of her knights were likely under her sway as well, including her most trusted and skilled friends, Panache and Beefeater. In her more paranoid moments, she wondered who her friends would side with if it ever came to a choice between her and Ritsuko.

That a war of succession had been crushed in barely four months was not something that could be ignored by anyone, though only she and a select few others knew it was Ritsuko behind it. Pina wondered what her friend would have been like had she never been enslaved. From what she had heard, prior to her years as a slave, Ritsuko had been very different. Kinder. Happier. Peaceful. The things she had heard of Ritsuko's alter-ego `Boss' and what she had seen the other red-head do were completely incompatible with what she had heard the Queen of the Warrior Bunnies had been like before.

A gentle nudge from Ritsuko broke her from her musings, and Pina found that the ceremony was over and it was time for the feast and dancing. For her and other rulers, it meant politics as well. Ritsuko was the exception to this, as her reputation had gone far and wide, and most avoided engaging her in talks of a political nature least they anger her and find themselves on the wrong end of a fight. The Queen of the Warrior Bunnies mingled a bit, but Pina knew her well enough to know restless behavior when she saw it. Many young men dared to ask her for a dance, and to her surprise, she danced with a few, though never with the same one twice.

Winter may well have buried Raltaow under snow and ice, but in the capital, a festive ball was going on, celebrating the birth of Liseria's second child, another son. Ritsuko was attending, as were Mari and Itami and his wives. Noriko was attending, her new husband on her arm. One of the wedding gifts that Ritsuko had given her fellow queen was a complete set of porcelain plates, bowls, tea cups and saucers. They had been the talk of everyone who had seen them.

The ball was still going on in the main banquet hall, but the queen and her guests had retired for the evening, citing the newborn. Now, the principal members were in the queen's apartments, Liseria gently rocking her new son in the gliding rocker that Airi had designed and had made. The craftsmen who had helped her were already setting up shop making them, as they were wildly popular.

“This is dwarven work?” asked Lelei, holding up one of the plates to the light of the new-style lamps in the room. Moving her hand behind it, she could faintly see the shadow through the plate.

“Yes,” Ritsuko confirmed. “You sound surprised,” she noted casually, sipping some tea.

“In truth, I am,” admitted the young mage. “Dwarves are given to large, heavy design and make, often of metal. This is nearly delicate,” she noted.

“I won't say you aren't correct, Lelei,” Ritsuko said. “But they are fine craftsmen, once you learn how to negotiate with them and explain what you are looking for,” she shared.

“Dwarves have always been rude, arrogant little bastards,” Yao interjected. “Even the Men in Green found them difficult to work with, isn't that right, husband?” she smiled at Itami.

“They were a bit prone to causing problems,” he admitted.

“That is because you never learned how to deal with them,” shrugged Ritsuko. “Though I admit, it does depend on the dwarf in question,” she added, smirking a little.

“What did you do, seduce a dwarf prince?” teased Airi.

“Don't be so catty, Airi,” came the dry reply. “Besides, he is the head of their best craftsmen guild,” she added a moment later without any trace of embarrassment. The other people froze for a second.

“You are kidding, right?” Airi asked, sounding both interested and horrified.

“Why would I?” asked Ritsuko, meeting Airi's eyes.

“She is the queen of the Warrior Bunnies, after all,” Arpeggio suggested a bit bitchily. Ritsuko glanced at her, her grey-green eyes cold.

“Stop that, Arpeggio,” sighed Itami. Women complicated his life no end.

“Please tell me you are kidding,” sighed Noriko.

“Quite the prejudiced one, aren't you all?” Ritsuko asked, her tone tainted with darkness. “Not all of us have the luxury of being racist,” she added, her gaze cold. Noriko's husband was staring at Ritsuko with a look of disgust and shock. “And you better stop eye-balling me, little boy, before I decide to give you a tour of the palace roofs,” Ritsuko added.

“No roof tours!” Liseria and Airi both exclaimed as one.

“What is the deal with the palace roof?” wondered Mari.

“Nothing,” Liseria and Airi once more echoed each other.

Noriko elbowed her husband before focusing on Ritsuko. “I just can't get over how short and hairy they are, that's all, Ritsuko,” she tried to smooth things over a bit, knowing how dangerous Ritsuko's temper could be.

“I admit, it does seem to be outside your usual tastes in men,” Airi admitted.

“Necessity,” dismissed Ritsuko. “Besides, the height of a man does not correlate to the size of his dick, and not all dwarves are heavily-bearded missing links,” she added, a vicious glint in her eyes. “In fact, he doesn't even wear a beard; just a five o'clock shadow.”

“You actually slept with a dwarf?” blinked Noriko.

“And?”

“What was it like?” blurted out Noriko, causing her husband to stare at her in stunned surprise.

“Feeling threatened by a dwarf, little boy?” cooed Ritsuko viciously. “He was much like other men, though he managed to go all night,” she lilted. “His height is not an issue when laying down, and while I have had men larger than him, his girth makes for a…fulfilling night,” she cooed, smirking at the young husband of Noriko.

The young nobleman was staring at Ritsuko. “To think you would spread your legs for non-humans,” he began, contempt in his tone.

“You best watch your mouth, little boy,” warned Ritsuko, eyes slitted.

“I quite agree,” concurred Airi.

“We will not tolerate such churlish behavior from the spouse of a guest,” Liseria declared.

“Oh, no,” Ritsuko smiled at the young man, “you are not protecting him, Liseria,” she warned. “He wants to do this, all he needs to do is step up,” she said, gesturing to him with a finger. Milliea touched Ritsuko's arm, though Gabs and Rapier were silently staring at the young nobleman. Airi was just glad that none of Ritsuko's Warrior Bunnies or insurgents was in the room.

“Stop it,” hissed Noriko to her husband.

“But…!” he began hotly, turning toward his wife.

“Go on, try pushing her around,” Ritsuko interjected eagerly. “I dare you, you nutless, dickless little shit,” she snarled, standing from her chair, her eyes alight with intensity. Her formal gown had been unlaced, revealing her battle gown even before she entered the sitting room of the queen. “I will feed you your own ass,” she purred.

Itami and Airi's husband quickly stood. “I think we should leave the ladies to speak, and go have some man time,” Itami said, grabbing one of the young husband's arms while Airi's husband grabbed the other.

“An excellent idea, my good Lord of Elbe,” Airi's husband agreed. “Dear, I will catch up to you later tonight,” he said, smiling at his wife.

“I will be looking forward to it,” Airi replied in a seductive purr even as the two older men marched the younger man out of the apartments.

“Same for me, ladies,” Itami called back over his shoulder even as the door closed behind them. Ritsuko snorted, settling back into her chair. Rapier silently offered the red-headed human her glass of wine. Ritsuko resisted, but when Rapier made it clear she wouldn't quite, Ritsuko took a couple swallows before handing it back, grimacing as she did so. Milliea patted her arm, smiling at her.

“Leash that little shit before I break him, Noriko,” warned Ritsuko.

“Some say the same thing about you, Rit-chan,” Airi noted.

“It's been tried,” smiled the younger of the two, a thin smile on her lips, “it didn't work out well for the ones who tried it.”

“Didn't you want her to marry him? Why the hard-ass routine now?” Mari asked the red-head.

“First, I didn't say him specifically. Secondly, if she doesn't put him in his place now, she will end up being his doormat or punching bag for the rest of her life; or his at least, as if he does try it, I will kill him,” clarified Ritsuko.

“So, you really do sleep with a dwarf?” Noriko pressed.

“Yes,” sighed Ritsuko. “Why is that such a thing with the local screw-heads?” she muttered darkly. “They're fine with slavery and rape, but get all bent out of shape if it someone chooses a non-human for a bedmate,” she bite out sourly.

“I know you have been with some demi-humans and elves,” Noriko said, wetting her lips.

“Noriko,” began Mari.

“Which are better?” blurted out Noriko.

“I am curious as well,” admitted Lelei. Liseria was interested also, but would not admit it. Ritsuko leered at Noriko.

“Well, if you really want to know,” she said, her tone cruelly teasing. “None of them are necessarily better than another, but they are all different. Including humans, you can summarize the differences in the following ways,” she began. It only took her a half hour to drive most of the other women away, faces red as cherries as they left. Soon, only Ritsuko and her elves, Airi and Liseria were in the room.

“So, why the aggressive slut act, Ritsuko?” Airi asked.

Ritsuko sighed. “Necessary,” was all she said. “Besides, it is all true,” she added with a playful wink. “Oh, before I forget, here is a little gift for you two,” she said, pulling out a carefully folded piece of sealed paper. Airi opened it up and found it to be an aerial survey map of the continent.

“When did you…?” she breathed.

“Finished two weeks ago,” Ritsuko said. “And make it known that if others want porcelain dishes, they need to speak with you two, who will interceded on their behalf. Warn them that such dishes are not cheap,” she smiled.

“I am sure,” sighed Airi. “How is your population drive going?” she asked.

“We have already quadrupled our numbers. Would you believe that not one of Junpei's inseminations failed? Every last one of them not only worked, but the children are remarkable as well,” she added, shaking her head. “I only hope they take after their mothers in intelligence; otherwise, I will be very unhappy,” she admitted.

“All girls?” Airi asked, getting a nod. “Sooner or later, there will be a son,” she noted.

“Not your concern, Airi,” Ritsuko closed that down before it started. “I have things well in hand,” she promised, her tone soft and quiet.

“I know you do,” assured Airi. “But I still worry about you, Rit-chan,” she said.

“I will be fine,” replied the younger of the two.

“How about your own personal population drive?” Liseria asked. Ritsuko sent her a look.

“I am not having kids,” she said flatly. “For many reasons,” she added, looking back at Airi for a moment.

“But you would be ok getting a woman pregnant if you could, then?” prompted Airi.

“Why are you being ridiculous, Airi?” sighed Ritsuko.

“Hypothetically speaking, though, if you could get, say, Milliea, pregnant, you would do so and thus have children with her, would you not?” Airi prompted.

“Hypothetically speaking, Airi, I would not do that to Milliea,” Ritsuko replied. “And I already found out about that spell, by the way,” she added, her tone firm. “Good try, though,” she added.

“I would love to have a kid with you, Ritsuko,” Milliea chirped.

“I am sure you would, Milliea,” sighed the red-head. “But with the differences in life-span, races and the social level of this mud ball, doing that could only be considered cruel to the child.”

“But a human woman would be fine, right?” chimed in Liseria. Ritsuko frowned, her eyes narrowing a little.

“Hypothetically speaking, it would be more likely, but…” she began.

“So that is why you have been cultivating the knights,” Gabs said, sounding amused. “I admit, I would love to see a child from you and Pina,” she shared. Ritsuko turned to stare at her dark elf, who just grinned back.

“She and Mari would be a good cross,” Rapier suggested.

“Yes, I concur,” Airi nodded seriously. Ritsuko grimaced.

“If I were to do that, you two would be at the top of my conquest list,” Ritsuko shot back, a gleam in her eye. “Me and Airi would be a powerful combination, and Liseria breeds well, even with men,” she counter-attacked.

“You make a good point,” Airi said. “I'm game,” she smiled sweetly at Ritsuko.

“Me, too,” Liseria chimed in. Ritsuko grimaced slightly.

“Ok, you are all clearly either deep in your cups or have taken leave of all your senses, so I am calling it a night. Congrats and all that, see you all later,” Ritsuko said, standing and marching toward the door. Opening it, she almost ran into Airi's husband, who appeared to have been debating rather or not to knock.

“Queen Ritsuko,” he managed. Ritsuko gave him a slit-eyed look.

“One word of anything you might have heard and I throw you off the roof,” she warned before nearly stomping down the hall, her elves following her even as they giggled softly. Airi rose and headed to the door, laughing softly.

“I will see you in the morning, my Queen,” she said before bowing to Liseria, who nodded back as Venus and Artemis entered, ready to help with the Queen's new infant. Airi and her husband headed for their own suite, next to the queen's rooms. “So, how much did you hear, dear husband?” asked Airi playfully.

“Nothing much,” he insisted. The two were silent for a moment. “But somehow, I can see Lady Ritsuko getting a woman pregnant if any woman were capable of doing so,” he said, getting a playful giggle from Airi. Moments passed before he spoke again. “Were you serious? About being willing to have a child with Ritsuko?” he asked, sounding nervous. Airi just hummed.

Spring was a nice time on the grasslands that were the majority of the Warrior Bunny lands. Ritsuko had enjoyed the winter as much as she could, though she spent only a part of it in her kingdom's capital, being busy as she was with two entire continents and the entanglements of each. There were countless small tweaks and negotiations to be done, minor fires to be extinguished before they could become problems, and the endless cycle of `inventions' that she was pushing forward to eat up her time and attention.

And that was to say nothing of the restlessness she still felt. Intellectually, she understood the causes and reasons, and commended herself for slowly but surely recovering from her ordeal as a slave, but emotionally, it remained a fight. Her behavior and standing had led to most of the Warrior Bunnies taking up jogging or running with her, and the shift of what was considered pretty had morphed more toward the leanly-muscled build Ritsuko had. Even after the tea, she didn't have a huge appetite and worked very hard, leaving her distinctly athletic in build and appearance. Her subjects followed her in this, even though she had assured them that a softer, more womanly look was better.

Ritsuko had a list of inventions she wanted to roll out, and though she had a good overview of the process to make them, she had to struggle because so many building blocks were missing in their world. Chemistry was non-existent, though Lelei had gotten many books on it, and she often helped Ritsuko with the process development to enable the creation of the next invention. It wasn't just Lelei, either. Ritsuko had managed to co-opt nearly all of Itami's group and Mari in the projects.

Ceramics were coming along, porcelain toilets were an exploding market segment along with indoor plumbing, though by her standards, it was barely adequate, given that the most popular toilet style were the tank-over-bowl type seen in the very first decade of the twentieth century and not the more modern ones she would have preferred. Still, not many building in the elf world could support modern plumbing without significant restructuring. She was making a significant profit off porcelain plates and wares, and she had taught human, elf and dwarven craftsmen how to make the new, improved borosilicate glass, thus making canning, cooking glass and glass wares possible. Pina had always been used to lead, pewter or tin cups while the commoners were using wood, leather or clay mugs. The old lead-heavy glass was too delicate to be safely used, and the technology to properly blow it was missing until Ritsuko got it figured out and explained the concepts to a few highly-gifted craftsmen of several races.

Some of her other inventions she farmed out to Rondel through Lelei. Advanced math groups and sciences like chemistry, biology and geology were slowly being spread in this world through Lelei and her sister. Money was not a problem for her or her people. Even so, she lived simply and reclusively, as did her people for the most part. Warrior Bunnies were often seen, but rarely in a social role. They guarded the gates and worked as envoys between their Queen and other rulers, but didn't do much casual socialization. Unchanged was their reputation for being horny, easy sluts with no regard for men other than as bed warmers or sperm donors.

Pina's little cadre of rotten women were busy proselytizing the world with their utter devotion to `art', as they called the yaoi doujinshi they had come to crave. Sadly, they found that the local artists were not able to create the wonderful art they craved with the skill and speed of the revered Lady Risa of Ja' Pon. The fact that she was the ex-wife of Lord Itami of Elbe served to put Itami in the spotlight more than he desired. Itami had finally decided to hide from the hordes of `art fans' by accepting Ritsuko's offer to set him up on the other continent so his wives could study there for a few years.

Airi and Liseria had been tasked with keeping an eye on him and he had been forced to swear to keep Rory in line. Ritsuko had figured out the right spot to position him, finding him a comfortable home in the outskirts of a trade city in the lower central kingdom, one with a gate in the square that could ferry his wives to their various places of study and back each night. Tuka was going to be learning at the Temple of Celsia, Yao would be training with Gabriella's clan of dark elves, Lelei and Arpeggio would be travelling to the various universities in the former kingdoms to see what they could learn, and Rory was simply Rory, though she spent much of her time `traveling' and causing trouble. Eventually, Itami had been forced to accompany her everywhere she went to keep the damages down.

It was during one of her visits that Airi took her aside and told her that they needed to go speak with Celsia privately. A little concerned, Ritsuko had agreed, the two gating to the capital and seeking out Celsia. They found the cause of their original problem sitting in her office, sipping some wine.

Celsia - even years later - look a little tired and haggard. Annette had said that it could the blonde senior High Priestess more than half a century to recover her magical energy and life force to where it had been before she had be almost drained to death by the cult. Though weaker than she had been in a long time, Celsia was recovering steadily. Seeing the two enter her office, she set aside her wine.

“So you managed to catch her,” she said to Airi, who nodded. Ritsuko rolled her eyes.

“Yes, I am so very difficult to catch,” she replied dryly. “A simple message is all it takes to get my attention, you know,” she added.

“I tried sending a few, but they never seemed to get to you,” Airi said. Ritsuko frowned.

“What messengers did you use?” she asked, suspicious.

“I sent word with merchants doing business with your continent, with instructions to give the message to the Warrior Bunnies at whatever gate they used. You have the gate in your capital turned off, by the way,” she added.

“Yes, I do,” Ritsuko said simply. “It stays dormant unless we need it, and it will stay that way,” she warned Airi. Airi simply nodded, expecting nothing less. “Did you seal the message?” she asked.

Airi nodded. “With my seal as Chancellor of Raltaow, and with my new personal seal both.”

“I will have a talk with my girls,” sighed Ritsuko. This was not the first time they had discarded messages they felt were unworthy of her or from people they deemed to be untrustworthy or enemies. “So, what is this about, Celsia?” she asked.

“It is about the merging of the worlds,” Celsia replied, getting their attention. “It has stopped,” she said simply.

“Are you sure?” asked Ritsuko. Celsia nodded.

“Very sure. In the last few years, not a single new thing has appeared in this continent. In fact, some of the stuff that had appeared before has disappeared. Most of that happened about the time that the Gate on the other continent was closed. I doubt there is a direct correlation, but the possibility remains that the Gate opened to a world similar to your own because of the Saran Sarat spell I first cast, then re-cast a year or so later. The Bishops are trying to find a correlating magical theory precedence, but I doubt they will find one,” Celsia said.

“Then, this world is no longer in danger of explosion or merging?” Airi asked. Celsia shrugged.

“This is all new territory, of course, but I think it is safer now, at least,” she hedged her bets.

“That is good to hear,” Ritsuko said, “but I get the feeling you have more to say.”

“Perhaps about our choice to stay here?” Airi hinted.

Celsia gave them a somewhat annoyed look. “You know I hate it when you two do that,” she complained. “But yes, I think the changes might have stopped once you two decided to stay and Junpei, that jerk, left for the other Japan. It is all theory of course, but…” she shrugged, “you two probably worked that out for yourselves.”

“The thought had crossed our minds,” Airi admitted. “It is nice to know other came to the same conclusion.”

Celsia sighed. “Then you probably know that Tuka girl is a member of a long-thought-dead noble line of elves. She is a born Summoner, and has some of the highest affinity Spirit and Nature magic I have ever seen. Are you certain you want her to be a Summoner?”

“Yes,” stated Ritsuko. “But don't you ever even think of teaching her the Sarat,” warned the red-head ominously.

“I will never use that spell ever again,” Celsia said, her tone serious. “The price is just too high,” she muttered to herself.

“Not to mention it doesn't work,” chimed in Ritsuko. Celsia snorted softly.

“I heard you sent Junpei to the other Japan,” she said after a moment. Ritsuko nodded. “Did he seem…happy?” she asked softly.

“I am sure he was; and is,” Ritsuko said. “But don't dwell on how quickly he abandoned us for money, women and curry, Celsia. It was what was for the best for all of us,” she said calmly. “Had he remained, it would have ended badly for everyone.”

“I am sure that he holds you in what he considers to be affection, even now, Celsia,” Airi added.

Celsia twitched. “I….I just wanted to make sure he was really gone!” she insisted.

“After all that has happened, we are the last two you need to make excuses to, Celsia,” Airi replied drolly. “We sometimes miss him as well.”

“Usually when there is heavy lifting to be done or we need a village idiot,” snickered Ritsuko. The other two joined her in her mirth.

“What are you going to do now, Celsia, with the spell fragments dealt with?” Airi asked the High Elf. “Your temple seems to be picking up again, now that it has been about a decade since anyone saw or heard Those Who Hunt Elves,” smiled the actress.

“Yes, it is finally beginning to blow over. Most of that is Annette's doing. I was thinking of taking a sabbatical for a few decades, actually,” Celsia replied.

“You? What would you do?” smiled Ritsuko. Celsia hummed, leaning back in her chair a little.

“Me? I was thinking of spending some time with my clan, and maybe doing some research projects in a remote location. Just some `me' time, as I believe you two called it?” answered Celsia. “The last decade and some has been…trying,” she admitted.

“For all of us,” Airi and Ritsuko replied together. Celsia sighed.

“I don't know that I ever said thank you for coming to save me,” she mentioned.

“Of course we would, Celsia,” Ritsuko replied. If we hadn't, that asshole would have won, she left unsaid.

“You would have done the same for us,” Airi mentioned casually. Though I doubt you would have succeeded, given your temperament and personality quirks.

The three talked for another hour before Airi and Ritsuko excused themselves and gated back to Raltaow. Ritsuko was nagged into staying the night, ending up in Liseria's bed.

Lightening shattered the sky in a rare autumn thunderstorm in Raltaow. Rain slashed down and the wind howled. Inside the apartment of the Queen, guards stood vigilant and ready even as the royal surgeon worked feverishly on a bloody woman lying on the floor. In the corner, Liseria held her youngest son to her, the boy having only just fallen asleep in her arms. Not far from her, Airi was talking with the head of the Royal Guard. The Chancellor was not happy.

Moving over to Liseria, she gestured the guards to move away a little, the four doing so. “What is the meaning of this, Airi?” asked Liseria tightly.

“The meaning is that someone hired assassins to kill you, me and several other key figures in the Rebellion,” Airi said softly.

“Are they after Ritsuko, too?” Liseria asked softly.

“God help them if they are,” snorted Airi. Of all the people who had a hand in the Rebellion, the one that did the most was also the one who no sane person would ever think of trying to assassinate. Not with her reputation for savagery and absolute annihilation. “Speaking of her, let's not tell her about this,” began the actress, only for the doors to the room to be forced open, revealing Ritsuko and a dozen of her best warriors.

Ritsuko was soaked and looked like a demon from hell with the scowl on her face. Seeing how her eyes burned, Airi knew that Boss was back in charge. “Airi, Liseria,” she said. Her eyes flickered to the guards. “Get out,” she snarled. The guards flinched. “Get out or I will kill you all,” growled the young red-head.

“Go,” Liseria said to the guards, who nearly fled the room. Ritsuko gestured, and her guards swiftly secured the room as she moved over to the body on the floor.

“Venus,” she said quietly.

Liseria nodded. “She was tending to my youngest son, and shielded him when the assassin struck,” she said. The royal surgeon sighed, looking at the Queen before shaking his head.

“Dismissed,” the Queen said, lips tight. The man swiftly departed the room. “I will have her buried with honors,” Liseria said softly.

“Did the assassin survive?” asked Ritsuko, direct and to the point.

Airi shook her head. “He took poison after we caught him,” she reported.

“Where is the body?” asked Ritsuko, direct and to the point.

“The store room down the hall,” Airi answered. Ritsuko nodded.

“I will be right back. Be ready when I return,” she said, exiting the room, her carbine in her hands by reflex. Liseria looked at Airi.

“Be ready?” she wondered.

“We're taking you somewhere safe,” Milliea spoke up cheerfully. “At least until Ritsuko can get this taken care of,” she added, her smile a bit dimmer.

“I'm not sure…” began Liseria.

“The decision is made, human,” cut in a Warrior Bunny, her ears twitching. “Pack quickly, as my Queen is in a bad mood,” she warned.

“Did someone attack her as well?” wondered Airi. The Warrior Bunny snorted.

“No one is stupid enough to try that,” she sneered. “She received word of your attack and rushed here, human.”

“My name is Airi, noble Warrior Bunny,” Airi replied coolly. “What is yours, as I do not recognize you,” she added.

“I am Rireian,” was all the Warrior Bunny said. Airi noticed the two uncut ears on her head. Airi also knew that Warrior Bunnies usually gave their lineage - through their mothers - when asked for their name, but apparently, they only did that with other Warrior Bunnies. It was a form of insult to not give your key linage when identifying yourself, but Airi was sure it was deliberate in this case.

“How did she receive word of this? It happened less than two hours ago,” Liseria asked.

“My Queen's hearing is far greater than yours, human,” replied the Warrior Bunny, her tone disdainful.

“Be nice, Rireian,” chided Milliea. The Warrior Bunny looked away, but did not say anything.

“So how did she hear of it so quickly, Milliea?” asked Airi. Milliea shrugged.

“Don't know,” she admitted. “We were in bed, and she just stopped and jumped out of bed, yelling for her guards and gearing up. We ran straight here through the gates. I barely had time to get my armor on,” she added, frowning a bit.

“Sorry to have interrupted your fun,” Airi smiled a little, reaching out and touching Milliea's cheek.

“It's fine!” chirped Milliea. “I am sure Ritsuko will make it up to me,” she added happily. A frown drifted over her lips. “Oh, no, I think we forgot to tell the staff about the guy,” she recalled.

“Guy?” asked Airi, sounding interested.

“Yeah,” Milliea confirmed. “The guy that was in bed with us. I hope they don't beat him up or kill him,” she sighed before shrugging, her smile returning. “I'm sure they won't,” she dismissed her worries.

“Does she often bring men to your bed?” Liseria wondered.

“Milliea, it is not their business what our Queen does,” interjected a Warrior Bunny. Milliea blinked.

“Oh! You're probably right,” she realized. “Sorry!” she said to Liseria and Airi. Further talk was interrupted by Ritsuko returning to the room.

“What did you learn, Ritsuko?” asked Airi.

“I got this, Airi,” Ritsuko said. “Come on, you have two minutes to pack. I will go find your husband and collect your children, Airi. We leave in five minutes,” she announced.

“My Queen!” came the unified reply from the Warrior Bunnies.

Knowing the mood that Ritsuko was in, Airi didn't bother arguing with her, and Liseria followed her lead. “Where are we going?” she asked. She was in her night gown, after all.

“Someplace safe for a few days while I deal with these little shits,” muttered Ritsuko.

“Who will run the kingdom?” wondered Liseria. It wasn't like she could just up and leave for a few days.

“Airi, you have one minute to pick a functionary to do the basics, or I will pick one,” came the distracted answer from Ritsuko before she exited the room. Airi swiftly reviewed the courtiers and noblemen in her mind before settling on the aged Count of the Royal Court. Swiftly scribbling out a note, she stepped to the door, gave it to a guard and murmured to him for a moment before the man hurried off.

Barely two minutes later, Airi saw her husband enter the room, holding his son and looking nervous, Ritsuko right behind him, holding their daughter, who was cooing and grabbing at Ritsuko's red hair. Airi couldn't help giggling at that. Ritsuko moved over to Airi and handed her daughter to her, making the girl fuss for a moment at the loss of the intriguing red hair before settling down against her mother's breasts. Airi smirked at Ritsuko. “Don't start with me, Airi,” murmured back Ritsuko. Airi hummed, saying nothing. She had seen how easily Ritsuko held her daughter, after all.

“Airi,” began her husband, only to stop as he saw the now-covered body on the floor. “Who…?” he began.

“Venus,” Airi murmured back.

“I see,” the man said quietly. “The heirs are unharmed?” he asked.

“Why do you think Venus is dead?” came the acidic reply from Ritsuko. “I have Artemis, Persephone and Hecate packing, and they will be accompanying you all. We leave in three minutes,” she ordered, gesturing with her hand, her team forming up around the royals. “Anyone gets in our way, cut them down,” she gave her orders, her Boss persona back in full force. Her Warrior Bunnies all smiled hungry, eager smiles.

“Ritsuko,” began Airi carefully.

“Order them to stand aside or they die, simple as that,” stated Ritsuko, her tone unbending. “Right now, knowing who to trust is the only thing that matters, Airi,” she said softly, maintaining eye contact. After a moment, Airi sighed.

“Agreed,” she said. Just then, the three maids entered, all three pausing at the sight of the covered body on the stone floors.

“She will be buried with honors,” Liseria assured the surviving maids. The four had been with the two since Airi's arrival in the Kingdom, and were very loyal and devoted servants; as Airi had crafted them to be. She noticed that the bags the maids carried were not very large.

“Is that enough?” she wondered.

“Plenty,” Ritsuko cut her off. “We're moving,” she said, gesturing again. Her team formed a diamond around the group, most of whom were in their night clothes. Ritsuko led them out of the Queen's apartment, her guards instinctively moving out of their way. “Have her rooms spotless when we return,” Ritsuko grunted to a guard.

“When will you return, your Majesty?” the head of her detachment asked.

“They will be back when they are back,” snapped Ritsuko. “You should be figuring out what you will say for having failed so badly at your job,” she hinted darkly. “Had not Venus been with the child, your queen and heirs would have been dead, and you knew nothing until she screamed,” the contempt in her voice made him pale. The group moved past him and straight to the nearest door, where a carriage was just arriving. Swiftly, the royals piled in, while Ritsuko's group remained on foot. Ritsuko dismissed the driver, taking the reins herself and starting the horses at a canter, her Warrior Bunnies easily running alongside. Minutes later, they reached the gate, and Ritsuko hurried them through.

The group emerged into sunlight in the Warrior Bunny capital, but before they could do more than look around at the Warrior Bunnies who stood ready and armed, Ritsuko was touching the gate again, and then urging them back through, her unit remaining behind. The group blinked as they emerged from a simple lashed-tree gate into blazing sunlight, the air damp and smelling of the sea. Through some palm trees, they could see ocean. To the side was a simple hut with thatched roof.

“Where is this place, Ritsuko?” asked Airi, smiling.

“Somewhere known to only myself and a few others. It is best that way,” she said. “I will give you all the one minute tour,” she said, moving forward before more questions could be asked.

The group discovered it was an island, about as large as the Royal Palace complex in Raltaow, with a hut, a couple of shallow beaches, and little else. Ritsuko showed them the drinking water catchment and warned them that heavy rain showers were common that time of year in the afternoons, but the weather would be warm enough as long as they stayed out of the rains at night. The hut had a flushing toilet (though they had to fill the tank with sea water each time), a stone cooking area in the main room, with charcoal and some small limbs stacked in the corner and woven hammocks rolled up in the other corner, the poles having attachment points for the hammocks. Ritsuko showed them how to work the thatched sides that could be raised or lowered, to either allow breeze in or to keep rain out. Attached to the poles were simple candle lanterns, with reflectors to magnify the light. Airi showed them a small group of well-made pots in another corner that turned out to hold rice, jerky, spices, pickled vegetables and cooking oil.

Outside, she showed them the fruit trees, the coconut pile and some simple fish traps and fishing rods and nets. She showed them the two beaches, and the trees where birds had nests they could rob for eggs that time of year. Ritsuko also had a bow and quiver, along with a blowgun and darts for hunting fresh meat, be it fish or birds or turtles. The southern end of the island had rocky pools that often trapped fish, crabs, muscles and seaweed, so the picking there was easy.

With that done, she said she had to get to work on the problem, and they should enjoy themselves. Promising to check in on them regularly, she left. The group stood staring at the basic gate for several moments, still somewhat in shock. Gradually, the shook themselves free and headed to the hut. “I must admit, this is a rather pleasant place,” Airi said, looking out of the hut at the shallow beach. A smile crossed her lips. “I think I will sun myself a bit,” she said, nodding.

“We want to explore!” the two oldest boys chanted in unison.

“Very well, but be careful,” warned Liseria, getting a nod from Airi. The two boys were gone practically before she finished speaking. Airi sighed, smiling.

“Now, what to wear,” she mused, turning to look at the small packs the body servants had grabbed. The three body servants exchanged glances.

“Um, we were not given much time and Lady Ritsuko said to only grab the essentials,” began Persephone.

“I am surprised she gave you as much time and information as she did,” Airi replied tartly. “What do we have?” she asked.

What they had turned out to be mostly clothes for the heirs and things for the infants, with very little for the adults. Airi hummed, considering the situation. She had her night gown, a simple dress and little else. Liseria was similarly dressed. Her husband had on pants and a loose shirt, but that was it. “Well, I suppose there is little else for it,” she said, pulling off her gown. “I will not waste such a nice beach,” she stated, quickly tearing the thin gown into strips. She used one to make a simple, small loincloth for herself and then helped Liseria put on one as well. Her gown made enough for the servants to have loincloths as well.

Her husband had graciously looked away when the servants and his queen had stripped, but he couldn't keep looking away. Liseria wondered if they shouldn't make breast bands from her gown, but Airi disagreed, saying that she might well need that gown later. Besides, she purred playfully, her husband had most certainly seen naked women before. And so, the women found themselves sunning on the private beach, while her husband kept an eye on the younger children and worked on finishing a half-done woven chair. After a while, Airi insisted that he join them on the beach, and he found himself in a loincloth as well, though he couldn't really make himself dislike it since the women had been taking dips in the clear, cool salt water, which make their thin loincloths transparent. The women, meanwhile, enjoyed themselves at his expense, murmuring about him and his reaction to their dips between gossiping.

Airi wondered if she was the only one worried about what Ritsuko might be up to.

Boss had returned.

The rumor was the talk of everyone in the land, from beggar to the Chairman of the Congress. It had first been heard when news of an assassination attempt on the Queen of Raltaow and three of the former Captains of the Rebellion had spread. Everyone knew that it was Boss behind it, though many argued that if it had been Boss, why had the assassination attempts failed?

Then, the rumors of Boss and her iron chariot being seen again started pouring in. Bodies started to stack up at an alarming rate. Criminals, commoners and nobility alike, they all fell to the wrath of Boss. Many debated what the goal of the feared Boss was, as the patterns made no discernable sense. Some argued that she was working on a grand design that only she could see, as she had so often during the Rebellion. Other suggested that she was just out for revenge, and was planning to leave the entire continent covered in corpses for what her former followers had done to her.

There were occasional fires, explosions and destruction in villages, towns and even the capital, though they were all very focused. News of more sightings of Boss came, reporting her to be even more fearsome than ever. Many leaders began to wonder what they could do to appease her this time, since killing her didn't seem possible and defeating her seemed beyond their abilities as well.

They tried appealing to the elves yet again, but the Temple refused to get involved, citing unspecified risks in doing so. They had tried asking the former Captains, but they flatly refused, saying that if they dared to show their faces to Boss, it was a death sentence for them and their lands. If they themselves had not been so scared of her, the leaders would have sneered at the apparent cowardice of the former captains. Sending word to the Queen and Chancellor of Raltaow - who everyone agreed was a neutral force and unlikely to set off Boss - failed as well when no one knew where the Queen and Chancellor had gone after the assassination attempt.

With that idea likewise falling through, they began to consider more radical ideas. One prominent artist had noted that not one single thing had happened to the former capital of the Rebellion, where a magnificent marble statue of Boss had been erected during the Rebellion. The statue was in the central fountain, and everyone there admired it daily.

The governors and rulers had been very quick to order statues made, each larger and grander and more finely-crafted than the one before. Sculptors and artists labored around the clock as the reports of deaths and destruction continued. As each statue went up, the apparent protection offered by them fueled the desperate drive of other cities, towns and villages to have their own statue for protection from the monstrous Boss.

Ritsuko, meanwhile, was staring at a man who was nailed to a wall. “Did you think I wouldn't find you?” she asked coldly. “Did you think that you could dare to usurp my mantle and not feel my wrath? Foolish little man,” she said, pulling out a strange, red stick. “But even worse, you attacked my friends. And that is the reason you and all you knew are now gone,” she said striking the stick, which burst into flames. “I hope you enjoyed yourself, for you will not enjoy what comes next,” she promised before tossing the burning stick into the puddle below him. Flames immediately roared forth, searing him. He screamed loudly as Ritsuko and her two companions exited the cellar, leaving the door open as they moved through the monastery, stepping over the bodies of dead men as they did so. Fire raced up the stairs from the cellar, following the trail of fuel on the floors.

Reaching the rest of their team, the three leaders signaled and the small group loaded up on air fish and flew away as the entire monastery became a flaming inferno. As the fire reached its peak, explosions rocked the building, the walls crumbling in on themselves and collapsing on themselves. By the time that the nearest villagers came to see what was happening, only scorched, broken rock remained where one of the oldest and most influential Holy Church monasteries had once stood.

“So, we are done?” asked one of Ritsuko's companions, brushing back her hood to reveal a Medusa.

“Almost,” Ritsuko said. “I just need to remind a certain old fraud that I will always be watching,” she smiled thinly.

Two nights later, the aged Pontiff once more woke to find himself the captive of the feared Boss. This time, however, she had come with other demons from the lowest circle of hell. Seeing the snake demoness had really hit him hard. More so when she had swayed up to him and swallowed part of his soul. The old man had learned that night that Boss was an arch-demon, as with but one word, she had called off the foul snake succubus before it could take all his soul. Boss had reminded him that she was always watching, and he best fix his eyes on heaven, ignoring the siren call of political involvement least he find himself in hell.

The Holy Church had found its leader broken in mind and spirit the next morning, though before his death many years later, he had become known as the most pious and righteous Pontiff ever seen in the history of the church. He focused the efforts and resources of the church on founding orphanages, helping the poor and needy, caring for the sick and elderly, and preaching a new dogma of secular and religious separation.

Ritsuko, meanwhile, had noticed the explosion of statues of her across the lands. Each one was a little different from the others, but they were all based on the original one. So, she had statues of her as a ten-foot tall, elfin Amazon magician warrior everywhere she went. And they were all naked and very explicit. Her companions found this hilarious, while she just wanted to get back to her kingdom and her girls.

“You always have so many adventures,” pouted Myui as Aurea told her about the last trip she had taken with Ritsuko. The Countess sighed, looking around her garden.

“If you want to have adventures as well, I am sure you need only ask Queen Ritsuko, my Lady,” Kaine said calmly. Myui considered that.

“Do…do you think she would agree? I wouldn't want to slow her down or be a burden,” she shared.

“You would never be a burden to her, or slow her down, my Lady,” Mohmu replied. “And Queen Ritsuko is your friend, isn't she? Why would she not agree to you taking a trip with her?”

Myui sighed softly, leaning back in her chair and sipping her tea. “I have my responsibilities here, and she is so busy,” murmured the Countess.

“Never too busy for my friends,” came the unexpected voice of the Queen in question, Ritsuko entering the garden gazebo where Myui was sitting. With her was Milliea, Mamina and Persia, the two swiftly moving to Myui and hugging her fondly. Ritsuko hung back as her two greeted their former master warmly and affectionately.

Kaine slipped over to Ritsuko. “My Queen, may I have a word with you in private?” she murmured. Ritsuko studied the older woman for a long moment before nodding, the two moving away from the group. “I would ask a favor of you, your Majesty,” Kaine said softly, the two standing with backs to the group, from which giggles and laughter came.

“This is unlike you, Kaine,” noted Ritsuko. “Is there a problem?” she asked.

“It is about the succession of the Clan Formal,” began Kaine. Ritsuko grunted.

“More suitors?” she asked.

“Myui must marry,” Kaine stated softly. “But call me selfish if you want, I care only that my Lady is happy in her marriage. She will do as she must, I am sure, but she should at least find happiness in her duty, should she not?”

“Myui is a sweet girl,” Ritsuko said softly. “And I have little save contempt for what passes for marriage in this world,” she muttered darkly. Most marriages were about the men turning the women into breeding slaves, even among nobles. Such an idea was unacceptable to her before, and absolutely loathsome to her now. “Why do you ask me to do something, if she will wed for duty anyway?” wondered Ritsuko.

“Because you are the only one who can insure that the man she ultimately weds will at least not make her unhappy,” Kaine replied. Ritsuko snorted.

“Yes, the great and terrible Ritsuko, protector of maidens and scourge of lecherous men,” she said sarcastically. “Maybe I should just take her for my own harem,” she snorted.

“If that is what must happen for her happiness and safety, I will not oppose you,” Kaine said quietly. “You are well-known to have many fine men in your harem, after all,” she added with a smile.

“Don't make me break your face, Kaine,” sighed Ritsuko. She turned to look at Myui, who was laughing with Mamina and Persia. “I will see what I can do,” she said softly before moving toward the group again. “But remember that you asked me for this favor, Kaine,” warned the red-head.

“Well, I can see you are making the most of the opportunity,” said Ritsuko drolly, making the couple twitch. “Oh, don't stop on my account,” she cooed nastily as the man tried to jump up, only for the woman to lock her legs around his hips, holding him in place. “I know I hate it when a boy leaves me unfinished,” she added, a cruel streak tinting her words.

“Hardly unfinished,” panted the woman, jerking her hips hard against his hips. A moment later, the man twitched as the woman sighed, slowly relaxing. “Mm,” she hummed happily, kissing the man. Ritsuko snorted, but didn't comment. The man lay still on top of the woman, panting a bit, both soaked in sweat. After a few minutes, Ritsuko stepped closer and nudged the man with her sandal-clad toe.

“Hey, get off her,” she said, seeing that the woman was nudging him. The man did so, covering his groin as he disengaged from the woman. “Please! You have nothing special and I have seen better many times before,” snorted Ritsuko, reaching down to help the woman up.

“Be nice, Rit-chan,” Airi said, still sounding a bit giddy from her orgasms. “He worked very hard and did a very good job, after all,” she purred.

“He better have,” was all Ritsuko said, seeing mixed fluid seeping down Airi's thighs. “He also better not have gotten you pregnant again, either,” she warned the man.

“My call, Ritsuko,” Airi murmured. Ritsuko gave her a look, but said nothing. “Come, let's rinse off before the children come looking for us,” she said to her husband, extending her hand. Ritsuko eased back as the man took it and the two waded into the sea up to their thighs, laughing softly as they spoke quietly with each other.

“You know, Ritsuko, there is nothing stopping you from having that kind of relationship,” Liseria said quietly. Just behind the queen was Myui, her face scarlet, but her eyes fixed on the two lovers in the surf.

“Yes, there is, actually, though your opinion is noted, Liseria,” Ritsuko said. “Ready to go back to being a Queen in the mountains?” she asked with a half-smirk.

“Yes, actually, I think I am,” smiled Liseria. “Is everything taken care of?” she asked, sounding a bit hesitant.

“Yes,” said Ritsuko simply. “Once Airi washes off horn-dog's spunk, I will tell you both what you need to know as we get ready. Did Milliea find the others?” she asked Myui. The mid-teen Countess nodded.

“Yes,” she confirmed. Ritsuko smiled, stepping over to Myui and hugging her fondly.

“See? Your first adventure with me,” she teased the blushing Countess.

“I have seen l…lovers before,” insisted Myui.

“I am sure you have, but something tells me not like this,” disagreed Ritsuko.

“Be careful, Myui, or she will send you back home pregnant,” Liseria sniped at Ritsuko.

“That was the mission, you didn't complain and you loved every second of it,” snorted Ritsuko. Liseria blushed a little, looking away.

“Mom!” came a chorus of young voices, preceding by a split second the appearance of the oldest of Airi's and Liseria's children. “Big sis Milliea's here…EW!” they both yelled, making faces as Airi and her husband were wading out of the water.

“That's gross!” protested Airi's son.

“Why do you always do that stuff every chance you get?” huffed Liseria's son. “Come on, let's go find big sis Milliea,” he said to his cohort.

“Yeah! At least she won't be doing nasty stuff like mom and dad,” huffed the other boy, the two running back into the foliage. “Milliea! Mom and dad are doing things again!” they yelled.

Ritsuko snorted. “If they only knew,” she murmured, recalling things that Milliea and she had done. “Besides, it won't be long before they change their minds,” she said cheerfully to Airi and Liseria. “Before you know it, they will be sneaking maids, bar girls, noblemen's daughters and princesses into the palace for a little `gross' stuff,” she prodded the two mothers.

“Please don't remind me,” sighed Liseria. “Maybe I should send him to a monastery…” she mumbled.

“Don't. Ever,” Ritsuko cut off that thought, her tone cold and hard.

“I take it they got involved in this latest little escapade,” Airi read between the lines.

“Put your boy-toy away and I will tell you and Liseria about it,” sighed Ritsuko.

“I will go check on the kids and the servants,” her husband said, still blushing a bit even as he tied his simple loincloth back on. The two exchanged a kiss.

“We will be along presently, dear,” Airi assured him.

“Your majesties, Countess,” he managed a bow for the two Queens and Myui before moving past them toward the simple hut. As he passed Ritsuko, she gave him a slap on the ass. The look of worried uncertainty he shot her made her snicker.

“I should have stuffed some bills in his loincloth,” she laughed nastily.

“Ritsuko, please keep your hands off my husband's ass,” Airi replied serenely. A moment later, she continued. “If you want him, I can lend him to you for a few nights,” she lilted.

“Not interested,” came the indifferent reply. “But thanks for the offer, Airi.”

After a rather quick briefing of what they needed to know without many details, the group was getting ready to head back to the hut and then through the gate toward home. Airi touched Ritsuko's arm, the two remaining behind a moment. “Ritsuko, promise me you won't take advantage of my sons; either of them,” Airi asked her. Ritsuko made a face.

“That is a low thing to say, Airi,” she huffed. “Not only do I have no interest in them like that, but they are your sons, and practically my nephews. Just…eww, to quote them. I can't believe you would even think that of me, Airi!” she complained.

“Well, you do have something of a reputation…” shrugged Airi, her tone playful.

“Men, Airi, I like men, and they are not men. I doubt I will ever see them as men, either,” she noted, sounding a bit introspective. “Let's get you back to Raltaow; the sun exposure has obviously cooked your brain,” she muttered, the two joining the others at the hut.

Once Airi and her group were back in Raltaow, Ritsuko and Myui - with Milliea tagging along - went in search of adventures.

“Home at last,” sighed Myui, nearly staggering into her home.

“Lady Myui?” blinked Mohmu, who had been dusting. “You're back?”

Myui blinked at her maid. “Yes, is it not obvious?” she asked, before giggling. Mohmu hurried over to her as she stumbled a little.

“Mistress!” Mohmu exclaimed, hugging the younger girl to her to steady her. “Where is…?”

“Standing right behind you, Mohmu,” came Ritsuko's voice. “Had to park our ride,” she noted casually before yawning. “Man, I am tired,” she said to no one in particular. “Come on, Myui-chan, let's get cleaned up and then get some sleep. I am sure that you will have a lot of things to do tomorrow,” added the older red-head, expertly extracting Myui from her maid's proprietary grip and guiding her toward the Countess's bath.

“Queen Ritsuko,” began Mohmu.

“Not now, Mohmu,” Ritsuko dismissed the attempt to speak with her. “When Milliea comes in, send her to Myui's bath,” Ritsuko waved a hand as they disappeared around a corner, the tall, strong red-headed queen of the Warrior Bunnies all but carrying the young Countess.

Before Mohmu could even move, the door at the far end of the room opened and three maids rushed in. “Mohmu, an air fish is in the stables! Is the Mistress back yet?!” they demanded almost as one.

“Yes, she is,” confirmed Mohmu. “Queen Ritsuko is also likely to spend the night, so please be sure that a room is prepared,” she added. Though younger than many of the maids, her position as one of the Countess's personal maids counted for much, and she had a level of authority greater than her years would suggest. “Now,” she began, only to see Milliea enter the room, yawning behind a hand.

“Mohmu,” greeted the elf. “Where…?”

“Mistress's bathroom,” Mohmu said, the elf moving off. “Miss Milliea, will you and Lady Ritsuko be staying here tonight?” she asked.

“Don't know yet, but probably,” Milliea replied cheerfully.

When Mohmu made her way to the countess's bathroom with reinforcements - in the form of Aurea and Kaine - she found Ritsuko and Milliea in the large bath with Myui, the young countess losing the fight against sleep as Ritsuko and Milliea quickly got her cleaned up.

“Mistress Myui, welcome home,” Kaine said, curtseying to her, Aurea and Mohmu doing the same.

“It's good to be home, Kaine,” Myui smiled at her Head Maid. “Adventuring really takes it out of you,” she shared before yawning again.

“You must have had quite an adventure,” Kaine smiled as Ritsuko finished up cleaning the younger girl off and stepped out of the bath. Kaine absently looked over the naked Queen of the Warrior Bunnies, looking for any signs that things had gone wrong during their two-month absence.

“If you want to stare at my naked body, Kaine, just say so,” came the tart voice of Ritsuko. Milliea carefully helped Myui out of the bath and into Ritsuko's waiting arms before stepping out herself. Mohmu hurried forward with a towel to dry off her mistress, but Ritsuko plucked the towel from her hands and began to dry off the young ruler.

“Aurea, is Myui's bed ready?” asked Kaine.

“Yes, Head Maid,” confirmed the medusa. “We are also preparing rooms for Queen Ritsuko and Milliea,” added the demi-human.

“We'll sleep in Myui's bed,” Ritsuko said, finishing up and wrapping the towel around Myui.

“Queen Ritsuko, that is…” began Mohmu.

“It is fine,” Myui said before yawning again.

“As you command, Mistress,” Kaine said, making Mohmu blink. “I will have extra pillows brought in,” she said.

“But Head Maid Kaine, for her to sleep in Mistress's bed…!” Mohmu protested.

“Mistress has spoken, Mohmu,” chided Kaine crisply. “Besides which, you and the others often slept in her bed,” reminded the older woman.

“But that was when she was much younger and Count Colt…!” began Mohmu.

“I promise I won't get her pregnant, Mohmu,” snickered Ritsuko, causing a giggling fit to consume Myui. Mohmu and Aurea recognized that as a sign that Myui was really tired.

“I believe you,” Kaine said, giving Mohmu a look.

“As Mistress commands,” Mohmu conceded. Kaine gave her a slight nod. Ritsuko accepted a towel from Aurea and swiftly dried off as Milliea steadied the wobbly Myui. As soon as she was dry, she handed the towel to Milliea, the elf drying off quickly as well while Ritsuko picked up Myui, making the countess giggle again before whispering to Ritsuko, who laughed softly.

“You are a bad girl, Myui-chan,” chided Ritsuko playfully. “I knew I liked you,” she added, carrying the Countess toward her bed, unconcerned that she was naked. Milliea grabbed up her armor, swords and Ritsuko's battle gown before hurrying after the other two.

“See you in the morning!” she said happily before closing the door behind them.

“Something is different about Mistress,” Mohmu declared, frowning. “And since when is Queen Ritsuko so forward with her?” she asked.

“It is not your place to question the Mistress,” Kaine chided the human girl. “Besides, Mistress will grow up no matter how hard we try to prevent it,” she sighed. Mohmu snorted softly.

“Why her though? What of her suitors?” Mohmu asked.

“What of them, indeed?” Kaine said. “You have duties to see to, and I expect them to be done,” she said, moving off.

“Yes,” sighed Mohmu. She and Aurea turned for the door to the bathroom as well. “You have been on trips with Ritsuko before, Aurea. Do you think Mistress was safe?” worried the human maid.

Aurea fought back a blush. “Queen Ritsuko would never allow anything to happen to Mistress,” she said carefully, remembering certain events that had occurred when she went on her trips with the Queen of the Warrior Bunnies. Though young by her race's standards, she was significantly more mature than the human maids in service to the Countess. “It…might be for the best that she took a trip with Ritsuko,” muttered Aurea.

“What was that?” asked Mohmu, but Aurea was in luck, as the other maids mobbed the two just outside the private rooms of the Countess, all asking questions at once.

The next morning, Kaine checked on her Mistress and her guests personally, finding Myui to be bracketed by the human and the elf, Myui resting her head on Ritsuko's breasts as the elf girl spooned with her from behind. Even though Kaine was as quiet as a ghost, she saw one of Ritsuko's grey-green eyes crack open even as one of Milliea's green eyes opened a little. Kaine silently curtseyed to the two. Sunlight was filtering through the thick curtains, and faintly, birds were chirping. Kaine slowly moved to the windows, making eye contact with Ritsuko before opening them, flooding the room with light. The sudden illumination made Myui grumble and turn her face into Ritsuko's cleavage.

“Mistress, it is morning,” Kaine said firmly.

“Wanna sleep,” came the muffled reply from the Countess.

“Mistress, you have meetings today,” Kaine insisted. More muffled grumbling. Ritsuko laughed softly, caressing Myui's hair.

“You can snuggle with my tits later, Myui,” she said, gently moving the Countess away from her chest. Groaning, Myui sat up, blinking. Kaine realized that her mistress now had a light tan with very few tan lines.

“Are you and Milliea heading back right away?” asked Myui of her red-headed friend.

“We have things to tend to,” Ritsuko said. “But remember, Myui-chan, you have friends and allies. Pina, myself, Lord Itami, even that old fart Duran will help you if you need it. And Pina and myself will always be here to help you and protect you. Do not hesitate to ask us for help or advice,” she said before surprising Kaine by giving her mistress a brief, but meaningful kiss. Once she finished the kiss, Ritsuko caressed Myui's cheek again before climbing out of her bed, Milliea doing the same. Huffing cutely, Myui followed them out of bed, Kaine moving forward immediately to help her mistress dress.

“I can dress myself, Kaine,” Myui said, smiling at her Head Maid.

“Undoubtedly, Mistress, but it is our duty to help you,” smiled back the older woman. Milliea was already settling her magical armor, and Ritsuko was wiggling into her battle gown. A knock on the door preceded Mohmu and Aurea, the two swiftly dashing to their mistress and helping her into a gown.

“Stay for breakfast?” Myui asked her two guests.

“Sure,” smiled Ritsuko, catching Kaine's eye. The two quietly exited the room as Myui regaled her maids with tales of her adventures. In the next room, Ritsuko studied Kaine even as she finished tying her battle gown and settled her weapons. “What is on her agenda, Kaine?” asked the Queen.

“Two meetings with suitors, some trade issues and a few general house-keeping tasks,” Kaine replied. “Did you…teach her?” Kaine asked.

“By some measure of the word,” Ritsuko replied indifferently. “These suitors,” she began, “what are their names and their affiliations?”

When they met up again at breakfast, Myui was still talking and giggling with her maids. Ritsuko smiled a little, glancing at Milliea, who was also smiling happily. “Lord Itami is supposed to be by in the next few days on some sort of trade negotiation trip, my lady,” noted a fox-girl maid.

“It will be good to see him again,” Myui said, smiling, but not blushing. The other girls swiftly picked up on this.

“Has Lord Itami lost his standing in your eyes, then?” asked a horned girl eagerly.

“I had a crush on him, that's all,” Myui said. “He is certainly a good man, but he is married and will likely never see me as a woman,” shrugged the Countess. The maids all made excited sounds. Ritsuko hid a smile behind a cup of tea. “But I will use him to keep the suitors in line,” added Myui, her tone serious.

“That's my Myui,” laughed Ritsuko, raising her tea cup. Shortly after breakfast, Ritsuko and Milliea departed Italica, a much more confident, mature Countess in charge of the city.

“That should do it,” Mari said, finishing up her physical of Ritsuko.

“Thanks, Mari,” Ritsuko said, sitting up. The red-head was naked but didn't seem to even give it any thought. She certainly wasn't modest or self-conscious, Mari mused. Looking at her tanned skin dotted with scars, she considered that Ritsuko probably lost that during her years as a slave.

“I'm going to give you some medicated cream and a booster shot as a precaution,” the medic said, turning to her medical pack.

“Save them for emergencies,” Ritsuko advised, stretching. Mari ignored her, handing her a short string of foil packs containing analgesic cream for abrasions before filling a small syringe from a bottle and filling it about a third full.

“You are an emergency,” Mari said, taking Ritsuko's arm in her hand and in practically the same motion jabbing the needle into Ritsuko's deltoid and steadily emptying the contents into her before withdrawing the needle and discarding it into a metal box. Ritsuko reached for her battle gown. “Do you have some time, Ritsuko?” Mari asked her.

Ritsuko turned to study the medic for a moment. Mari was wearing one of her tube tops without a bra, a pair of cargo shorts and some sneakers. “Why do you ask?” Ritsuko replied slowly.

“Can we talk?” Mari asked. “I will treat you to dinner,” she added with a smile. Ritsuko silently studied her for another moment.

“I expect a good meal and foreplay before I put out,” she replied just before Mari could apologize for asking. Mari managed a weak smile.

“Deal,” she said, getting a half-smirk from Ritsuko. “But you have to wear a dress,” she added with a smirk of her own.

“Ok, but you are wearing what you are wearing now,” rejoined Ritsuko.

So, a half hour later, the two were in a restaurant, Mari wearing her tube top and shorts, Ritsuko wearing a thin, light dress, her gun and knife tucked into the dress. Mari had her own service pistol tucked into her belt. The two got seats in one of the best restaurants in Rondel without problem and had a good meal, the talk light and superficial for the most part. With the meal done, the two had gone for a walk on their way back to Mari's apartment over her clinic. During the walk, Mari got down to business.

“I want to ask you about some things,” Mari said. Ritsuko gave her an expectant look. In the cool evening breeze, Mari's nipples were prominently displayed through her dark tube top. “In particular, about dating in this world,” she added quietly.

“Uh huh,” Ritsuko grunted. “I take it you have finally realized how deep the rabbit hole is,” she noted sardonically.

“I suppose I deserved that,” Mari admitted.

“Basically, dating and relationships here are very much about the guy,” Ritsuko said. “It is assumed that they have the power in the relationships unless the woman is royalty. It is expected for the most part that the woman does what the man tells her, obviously, but no one - even the women - think much about a man slapping his wife or girlfriend around. The term `domestic abuse' isn't even a concept here. Same goes for sex in a relationship. There is no `no' option for the woman, and a man who has many affairs is generally seen as more manly and a role model; again, generally. Also, be careful - there is more than a bit of Greek in this social structure,” snickered Ritsuko. Mari puzzled that out for a moment.

“Oh,” she realized where it was going.

“Marriage here is about children and station, not love. The nobility are all about that, for the most part, while commoners tend to be clannish and somewhat inbred. That goes for humans, anyway. Other races are different,” she said, her tone introspective.

“And then there are the Warrior Bunnies,” Mari murmured. Ritsuko gave her a glance. “I think I see how you became so much involved in their culture,” she admitted.

“Do you?” grunted Ritsuko. “No offense, Mari, but you simply have no clue,” she added.

“So you and Noriko say. When did you last check up on her?” asked Mari.

“Saw her and that ass-pimple she married about two weeks ago, though they did not see me,” Ritsuko replied. “Why? Need me to slap some manners into him?” she asked, a dark smile on her face.

“I hear that is a specialty of yours,” Mari answered pertly.

“I should charge people, I am so good at it,” was all Ritsuko had to say in response. “What is the problem, Mari?”

“Noriko came to see me about a week ago. She is having some…issues with her marriage. Bedroom issues,” clarified Mari delicately.

“Not surprised,” Ritsuko murmured. The two were approaching the apartment that Mari called `home', though she trotted the globe regularly. Stopping, she touched Mari's arm, subtly directing her to look at the town fountain not far from them. Around the fountain, dozens of couples were focused on each other. Mari wondered what she was supposed to see. Ritsuko touched her hand, inclining her head again, so Mari just watched, trying to figure out what Ritsuko was trying to show her. After a good ten minutes of watching couples be couples, she was getting irritated.

“What?” she asked Ritsuko.

Ritsuko eyed her for a long moment. Mari was barely three centimeters taller than Ritsuko, which was rare for the medic, used to towering over other women. “Nothing, if you didn't notice it by now,” she said, guiding Mari back toward her apartment.

“You said it wasn't surprising,” Mari prodded her. “Why do you say that?”

“Noriko was kidnapped, watched her only friends and countrymen die in front of her, then was used as a sex toy by a sadistic, hateful idiot. Why would you think there were no lasting emotional problems?” asked Ritsuko. “Why do you think I refused to kill the people that murdered her friend?”

“Yet you still asked her to meet the guy,” came the almost-hot retort from Mari.

“She was as recovered as she could be,” shrugged Ritsuko. “The choice to date him and marry him was made by her, not me. What specifically is the problem she is having in bed? Let me guess, she is having a hard time getting aroused and keeps having nightmares after he falls asleep,” she predicted.

“So you had those, too,” Mari stated, the two moving up the narrow steps to her apartment. Ritsuko was silent. “Can you help her?” asked Mari.

“Only if she wants to help herself,” Ritsuko said. “It is a mental block, not a physical one. But, if you want, I could try seducing her and leaving her a quivering mess of post-orgasmic bliss,” she said, her tone a bit tart.

“Is that what it took for you to get past it?” Mari asked. Ritsuko shrugged. “Or was it trying other species?” the medic asked, rummaging to find a small flagon of wine and pouring two cups.

“Careful, your prejudices are showing,” Ritsuko replied, pulling off the dress she had borrowed and reaching for her battle gown. Mari touched her hand.

“I am not judging you, Ritsuko,” Mari assured her. “Besides, you promised you would put out if you got a good meal and some foreplay,” she grinned.

“You would regret it,” Ritsuko warned her. “You are not even remotely bi-curious, Mari. I can see it in your eyes. Pity,” sighed Ritsuko, “You are one of the prettiest human women I know outside my closest friends,” smiled Ritsuko.

“What I am is frustrated and horny,” Mari replied before taking a drink from her wine. “The guys I have tried dating…didn't work out. Right now, I am horny enough to try anything,” she stated.

“Gee, way to make me feel special,” retorted Ritsuko, sipping her own glass of wine.

“You are the only one I can talk to about this,” sighed Mari. “We might not be friends, Ritsuko, but I think I know you well enough to have this talk with you.”

“I warned you about snap decisions back at Alnus,” Ritsuko reminded her.

“And yet, you will keep this confidence, won't you?” smiled the medic knowingly. Ritsuko sighed.

“Yeah, probably,” admitted Ritsuko. She sipped her wine again before setting the glass aside and stepping into Mari, pulling the startled medic to her, her lips locking with hers. When she released the kiss a full thirty seconds later, Mari was panting, red-faced and scrambling away from her. Ritsuko gave her a soft smile. “Told you,” she said quietly before picking up her battle gown and wiggling into it.

“You sleep with a lot of different men; different races, I mean,” blurted out Mari. “Are they any better than the human men in this world?” she asked, sounding desperate.

Ritsuko tugged the lacing on her battle gown as she considered the question. “Yes, and no,” she said at last. “They are still men, but some of their social rules are more like you are used to, while others are…just different. Word of advice, though,” she laughed softly, “be careful of the dark tribe men; some of them have…dangerously pleasurable dicks,” she snickered.

Mari frowned. “What do you mean?” she asked. Ritsuko secured the bottom strap of her battle gown before picking up her glass of wine and sipping again.

“I guess I can tell you a little about the demi-human and non-human men,” she said, giving her a wicked smile. “Let's start with dark elf men,” she began, gleefully watching Mari turn red as she talked. Mari kept refilling her glass of wine even as Ritsuko never reached half-way done with hers.

When Mari finally fainted as she was telling her about the soul flayer dark tribe man she had slept with and his tentacle-enhanced dick, Ritsuko laughed before picking Mari up and carrying her to her bed. Stripping the other woman, she paused, eyeing the naked woman's breasts. Large and full, they had a small amount of sag in them, but nothing that she would consider unattractive. Likewise, she traced the small, trimmed path of hair above Mari's sex before tucking her into her bed, making sure her service pistol was in her hand. “Pity,” she murmured before barring the door and climbing out the window.

Instead of heading for her own home in her capital, she turned her air fish toward Ligu and Noriko. No matter the situation, she and Noriko were sisters of a sort, being former slaves. And she would not abandon a sister; especially one that had taken a blood oath of sisterhood with her Warrior Bunnies.

“Wish I knew what I needed to do,” she muttered to no one in particular. Pulling up a radio, she called for reinforcements.

“Man-shopping again, are we?” Airi asked, amusement in her voice. Ritsuko glanced over at her oldest friend.

“Not for me; gifts,” Ritsuko replied off-handedly, almost making Airi twitch. Ritsuko's lips twitched upward.

“You go through more men than a bordello, Rit-chan,” Airi sniped back. Ritsuko just hummed. “Is this why you set up these camps? But, you started these before we met up again, didn't you? Were you thinking that far ahead?” wondered the actress.

“Not initially, no, but I had some ideas,” Ritsuko said. The two were approaching one of Ritsuko's camps, hidden away in a far corner of the central area of the Republic. Airi had invited herself along on this trip when Ritsuko and Milliea passed through Raltaow. Milliea had peeled off to take care of something `personal' as they departed Raltaow, though neither she nor Ritsuko had anything to say about what that might be.

Reaching the camp, they were greeted energetically by the group who lived there. Airi was surprised to find a dozen or so Warrior Bunny women - all with cut left ears - and half again that number of young demi-humans in addition to the humans in the camp. The particular camp was situated in a shallow depression in the plains of the Central districts, far from other human settlements, surrounded by crops and with a modest spring in the center of the camp. For the Warrior Bunnies, this was very familiar, as their own lands were plains and grasslands. The humans were likewise at home there, having come for the most part from the areas around the site.

The humans were mostly men, with the average age being late teens to early twenties. There were some older human women and a man with greying hair that seemed to be in more or less charge of the camp, but the balance of the human women were younger, the youngest probably in her late teens and the oldest of the younger set maybe in her late twenties. To a person, they all greeted Ritsuko with great reverence and devotion. The Warrior Bunnies made a special point of introducing their kids to Ritsuko, almost as if seeking her approval.

As they were eating dinner - simple but good fare consisting if venison, vegetables and grains - Milliea arrived, cheerful as always and took her spot next to Ritsuko. When Ritsuko kissed Milliea, the Warrior Bunnies all made sounds of excited amusement. The two ignored it. The young men were watching Ritsuko expectantly, along with most of the women. Some of them were watching Milliea and Airi as well. Airi mentally shrugged.

Two days later, Gabs and Rapier appeared with a large air fish, the Warrior Bunnies and about a third of the humans loading up and moving off. Airi knew they were bound for the nearest transit gate, on their way to Ritsuko's capital. Ritsuko re-organized the remaining humans, selecting four more to go with her when she headed out - two men and two women. Gabs and Rapier reappeared, the large air fish loaded with some new arrivals. Airi was mildly curious where Ritsuko kept finding these people, but knew better than to ask. Why cause problems when it didn't really matter?

Two more days passed, both busy days as Ritsuko got the new arrivals up to speed on the site and the way things worked before they took their leave again. The small group loaded up on a medium air fish and headed for Raltaow to drop off Airi. The trip to Raltaow was quiet for the most part. Ritsuko spent most of the time cuddled up with Milliea, who showed about the same level of modesty as Ritsuko showed. Watching the four humans, Airi began to suspect what Ritsuko had in mind, but said nothing. She likewise didn't say anything about what had occurred in the camp while she was there.

Reaching Raltaow, which was already showing fall colors and cooling temps while the rest of the lands were in late summer, the group landed at the palace garden, being greeted by Liseria and Airi's husband. To the surprise of the man, Ritsuko was actually somewhat warm to him, instead of her usual coldness. Airi's two children greeted her enthusiastically, though her son quickly grew bored and ran off with Liseria's oldest to do whatever the two usually did while playing. Artemis and Persephone hurried after the two, as they usually had to, leaving Hecate to tend to Airi's youngest son, who was giving off the signs of being tired and fussy.

The group had a good meal, and when they were finishing up, a Warrior Bunny appeared with an air fish, bowing to her queen. Ritsuko murmured some instructions to the demi-human, introduced her to the four humans, and then sent them through the gate, leaving her and her elves in Raltaow. Finished with dinner, the group retired to the apartments of the Queen after Airi and Liseria got their kids to bed.

Over wine and tea, the group talked quietly. “Are you abandoning your operations here to shift entirely to the other continent, Rit-chan?” asked Airi.

“I would characterize it as a draw-down, not an abandonment,” Ritsuko replied. Her arm was around Milliea's waist and over Gab's shoulders, her actions seeming to be instinctive. “My responsibilities here are waning, while I seem to be getting more and more entangled over there,” sighed the red-headed woman.

“Entangled is an odd choice of words,” Liseria noted. “You make it sound like you would rather not be involved.”

“There is truth to that statement, Liseria,” admitted Ritsuko. “I never sought my crown, but since it was placed on my head, it has proven to be quite troublesome.”

“All crowns only get heavier,” Liseria replied, recalling something Airi had told her shortly after meeting her for the first time. Ritsuko hummed, but said nothing.

“You will at least keep in touch and visit fairly often, will you not, Rit-chan?” prompted Airi. Ritsuko smiled a little.

“My elves have family here; as do I,” she replied. “You are not rid of me yet, Airi,” smiled the younger of the two.

“I hope I am never rid of you,” Airi replied, leaning forward and over to touch Ritsuko's hand where it rested on Milliea's waist.

“The feeling is mutual,” replied Ritsuko. “You will have to visit occasionally,” she added, smiling a sharp smile as her fingers captured Airi's for a moment.

“I had planned to,” Airi confirmed, gently squeezing Ritsuko's hand before releasing her and sitting back, her husband putting his arm back around her shoulders.

“You can even bring your husband if you want,” Ritsuko replied, grinning at the man. He blinked.

“I think I will,” Airi confirmed. Airi's husband looked torn between relief and worry at that.

“Did something happen recently?” Liseria asked. “You are being far nicer to him than you usually are,” noted the Queen of Raltaow.

“Am I?” answered Ritsuko. “Why would you think that?”

“Be nice,” chided Milliea. Ritsuko glanced at the elf but said nothing else.

“Anyway, you need to visit from time to time as well, Liseria,” Ritsuko moved on.

“I will try,” began the queen.

“I will make sure you do,” Ritsuko cut off her attempt at demurring. “It is imperative that you maintain contact with Myui, Pina, Noriko and Zarin,” the red-head said. “There are also some people I want to introduce you to, as well,” she smiled a playful smile.

“More suitors?” Airi sniped.

“Could be,” shrugged Ritsuko, not giving anything away. Shortly after that, the group turned in. As Airi and her husband got settled in bed, the husband couldn't resist asking his wife something.

“Why is Ritsuko treating me nicer?”

Mari rose from the bath, taking her towel and drying off as she moved toward the armoire where her clothes hung. She was still not certain she could go through with it, but the words of Ritsuko had taken root in her mind, and her latest talk with Itami hung in her mind as well. Hanging the towel over an enameled hook to dry, she began to look through her clothes, still wrestling with herself.

She and Itami had gotten together to discuss her setting up a clinic in Elbe and staffing it with people she had trained. Over the course of the talks, the two had gotten into some vintage wine, and the two had ended up a little tipsy. Mari was not much of a drinker - neither was Itami for that matter - but didn't have any hidden sides of her that came out, unlike Kuribayashi and some of the others. The fact that three of Itami's wives were with him - Lelei, Tuka and Yao - had further insured that neither did anything they would regret. Mari could only be glad that neither she nor Itami were attracted to each other, or it might have gotten out of hand.

As it was, Mari had started to talk about her lack of a meaningful love life, and she let slip that Ritsuko had more or less suggested that she might find a better relationship with non-human men, but she was having a bit of a struggle with that thought. Since Itami had two non-human wives (and discounting the entire Rory situation), he should be able to give her testimonial about how inter-species relationships worked.

As usual, Itami - master of escaping - had managed to somehow wiggle out of talking about it. But, his wives - including the precious and analytical Lelei - were not inclined to avoid the topic, and each had said a lot on the subject. The input from Yao and Tuka had proven to be surprisingly insightful, if not particularly helpful, and Lelei's cold, logical analysis of the situation was helpful in organizing her thoughts, though the insights she was supposed to garner from the monolog of the blue-haired mage girl was lost on her hazy mind.

What was clear to her was that neither the human girl nor the elf women had any objection to the notion of inter-species dating. Granted, Lelei had only ever been with Itami, and Tuka had likewise only ever been with Itami, but Yao had had lovers before she became Itami's wife; though those relationships had not ended well for her. She herself had previous lovers, dating back to her high school days. Joining the JSDF had not had any real impact on her love life, though she was always careful when entering or exiting a relationship. Staying in this world, however, had had a catastrophic impact on her love life.

That had been two weeks ago. She had spent a week visiting Noriko and her husband, and met the new couple on the scene. The tall medic had been suspicious of the two from the start, since they gave off a very distinct - to her, anyway - targeted vibe that reminded her of Ritsuko. Still, seeing the two interact with Noriko and her husband, she couldn't bring herself to challenge them about her suspicions, since Noriko seemed to be improving, and her marriage was steadying up. Kurokawa had made a deliberate choice not to get into their business, but had ended up finding out that the two new-comers had more or less seduced Noriko, then her husband, and were offering a kind of `hands-on' sexual therapy for the young Japanese girl that made Mari uncomfortable to think about, but seemed to be not worth noticing to everyone else. Not for the first time, Mari wondered just how bad it must have been to be a real slave in this world. Ritsuko and Noriko both knew, and that might be why Ritsuko's shockingly-direct methods resonated with Noriko.

The day after she got back from Alguna, she had chanced into a meeting with a dark elf. The dark elf had been somewhat evasive about his business, but his companion's injuries were real. With the words of Ritsuko still eroding her resistance, she struck up a conversation with him, and before she knew it, they had a date for that evening.

“How do I get into these situations?” she sighed to herself, perusing her clothing. Finally, she settled on a light, thin dress of modest, yet attractive, lines and pulled it on. The dark elf was what she would call a `total hottie' in her old world, and very easy to look at, though in that non-human kind of way. Fine-boned, thin build, tall and with silver hair not unlike Yao's, the man was more ethereal than macho, but her lust didn't find that a problem.

Mari brushed out her hair after settling her boots and tucking her handgun into the holster she had hand-crafted for when she was wearing native clothing. The good thing about this world was that going around armed was not a problem; and she had taken Ritsuko's warnings to heart and vowed to never be unarmed in this world. Finished brushing her hair, she tied her hair back with a bright blue ribbon to let air reach her neck and then checked herself in the mirror in her room, glad to have a glass mirror instead of the polished silver or steel mirrors more common in this land. “Am I really going to go through with this?” she asked her reflection.

Twenty minutes later, she was at the restaurant they had agreed to meet at, and found the dark elf just arriving from another direction. Greeting each other, they had gotten a table and found themselves talking. The dark elf was fascinated by her history and the world she hailed from, and she, in turn, learned that he was related to Yao, though not closely. That didn't surprise her nearly as much, since there was a single clan of Dark Elves left, which meant a certain level of relation was expected within it. She learned about his race, and he learned about her abilities. Before they knew it, the restaurant was closing and they were being asked to leave.

It wasn't even a decision on her part when she invited him back to her place. By that time, her panties were damp and she was getting anxious to spread her legs for some relief. Reaching the room, she had nearly ripped her dress off before pinning the dark elf to the wall by the door with a fierce kiss. He seemed to be caught off guard, and for a moment, she was worried she had misread the mood, but when she broke for breath, he had smiled at her and said he was relieved he hadn't mistaken her interest. She smiled hungrily as she licked her lips.

The dark elf had grabbed her and more or less thrown her on her bed, getting an aroused gasp from her before he stripped off his clothes and jumped on her. Mari let her arousal take over. With her ovaries in charge, she wasn't sure when it was that she got tied up and gagged, her ass in the air as the dark elf knelt behind her, her thighs soaked with mixed cum as he explored her rear door. Mari had never had anal before, and was a bit worried. She couldn't voice her concerned, however, because she was tied up and gagged. A memory surfaced of Itami telling her about the Dark Elves and their preference for fetish clothing. Maybe they are just kinky like this, part of her thought as the male worked a finger into her back door. “Mmph!” she managed.

“Don't worry, I will take it slow,” he soothed her, collecting more lubricant from her still-leaking sex and liberally smearing it around her puckered rear door. “I can tell you have never been taken back here before, so I will be gentle,” he promised her.

While she wasn't entirely against it, she was not ready for that; certainly not on a first date. “Mph! Mmph!” she tried again, shaking her head as best as she could. The fingers didn't stop, a second one joining the first in her virgin orifice.

“You will love it,” he promised her, “Most human women react this way the first time, but they all end up liking it. Just relax, and enjoy yourself,” he urged her, his other hand rubbing her clit. Mari felt herself begin to shiver as the clit rubbing and fingers undermined her worries a little. She felt a fresh wave of lube seep from her sex, the elf using it to once more lube up his fingers gradually stretching her rear door.

“Mph!” she protested again. Is this what it was like for Noriko, Ritsuko, Airi and the others? No choice, no way to stop what is happening, and no one to save them? Part of her wondered. Somehow, she knew that this was likely nothing like what happened to the others, as she being treated very nicely and had opted to allow this to happen. A third slender finger joined the others and she groaned. “Mmph!” she tried as hard as she could to yell, but it wasn't working.

“Almost ready,” the dark elf assured her, working the fingers in and out of her. “A little more of your honey and your last virginity will be no more.”

“Mmph! Mmph!” Mari shook her head, trying to move her hips away from him.

“If you are that impatient,” he replied, either mistaking her protests for eagerness or deliberately interpreting them that way. She felt him slowly pull his three fingers from her rear before shifting behind her. She felt him drag his hard length along her dripping slit before pushing the tip against her rear entrance. “Here we go,” he said, pushing forward.

“Mmph!” Mari nearly wailed. His dick is a lot thicker than his three fingers! She thought, panicked. She only vaguely heard the door bang open, and then the dark elf was gone as sounds of a quick scuffle broke out. What is happening? Wondered Mari. Moments later, she felt a cool blade slice the leather straps and ropes off her.

“Easy, Mari,” came the voice of Ritsuko even as the red-head turned her over and hugged her to her armored chest. Looking over the shoulder of the Queen of the Warrior Bunnies, she saw the dark elf sprawled out on the floor, Milliea holding the tip of one sword to his throat, the other to his groin. To the side, she saw a Warrior Bunny holding a Type 63 ready, and behind her was human male, who took one look and tried to bolt, only to be tripped by the Warrior Bunny and pinned down beneath her foot as he landed on the floor. “You ok, Mari?” Ritsuko asked, removing the gag.

“Y…yeah,” she managed. “This isn't exactly what it looked like,” she added, somewhat worried that Ritsuko would execute the dark elf male.

“Really? It looked like that anal-loving fetish elf was about to force his dick into your ass without permission,” stated Ritsuko, turning to glare at the male elf.

“It is good to see you again, Ritsuko,” he managed. Mari blinked.

“You…know him?” she asked. Ritsuko nodded.

“In certain meanings of the word. He and his brother were liaisons to the Warrior Bunny nation for a while,” she said.

“I am hurt you didn't mention we were lovers, Ritsuko,” he added.

“Milliea, if this pervert opens his mouth again, cut his dick off,” came the icy reply from Ritsuko.

“Ok,” Milliea nearly chirped. The male swallowed, but said nothing.

“We were not lovers,” sighed Ritsuko, focusing on Mari. “He and his brother ended up in my bed for a night for reasons having nothing to do with them, and we had sex. They didn't manage to impress me, so I gave them to my girls for entertainment and breeding. That is all the history there is to it. How did he end up in your bed?” she asked.

“Long story,” sighed Mari. Ritsuko studied her for a long moment.

“Milliea, let him up. And you, grab your stuff and get the fuck out before I kill you,” she snarled to the male, who swiftly did as told. “And by the way, you are banished from this house and my lands on pain of death. Understood?” she added. “I will be informing your elders of your banishment as well. Now get the fuck out of here,” growled Ritsuko, the male hurriedly dressing and running off. “Get rid of that other guy,” she said to the Warrior Bunny, who nodded once before kicking the other man down the stairs that led to Mari's apartment over her clinic.

“You heard the queen, fuck off,” ordered the Warrior Bunny. The man scrambled to his feet and dashed off. The Warrior Bunny stepped into the room and closed the door. “You know, my Queen, they weren't that inept in bed,” she noted.

“Shut up,” came the curt response from Ritsuko. The demi-human went silent, though a small smile remained on her lips. Milliea had gotten a bowl of water and a clean cloth while this went on, and helpfully began to clean up Mari.

“I can do that, Milliea, but thanks,” Mari said, taking the cloth. Ritsuko and Milliea gave her a little room as she cleaned herself up. “What brings you here at this time of night?” she asked Ritsuko, feeling a little nervous and embarrassed in front of the red-head.

“We were just checking up on you when Kiresha heard your screams,” Ritsuko said, indicating the Warrior Bunny, whose ears twitched at her queens words. “How did this happen, Mari?” she asked.

Sighing, Mari told them most of the sequence of events. Ritsuko listened calmly. “And that was about what happened,” she finished, setting the bowl aside and leaning back in her bed.

“Did you come?” Ritsuko asked directly. Mari blinked, but still answered.

“Yes. Several times before…that,” she admitted. “Did they…with you?” she asked, unable to keep her curiosity in check.

“Yes. More or less the same pattern, but they were both there. I never let them tie me up - and they asked a lot, the damn perverts! - but it was pretty much the same thing. Just be glad that they are more or less patient and methodical,” grimaced Ritsuko. “When the guy isn't or won't…” Ritsuko's grimace spread. “Let's just say it is painful,” she left the rest unsaid.

“But, you still let them,” breathed Mari. “Why?”

“It wasn't my first time, for one, and for another, there were other reasons,” she said, not quite glancing at Kiresha. “Besides, they are pencil-dicks compared to some who have taken me back there when I was a slave,” she added, her tone forced lightness and humor. “If you are up to try another elf, I have a couple in mind that are better than him and his brother,” she offered.

Mari considered what she had heard, how the evening had gone and what Ritsuko had revealed about her own past. “I think I am,” she said determinedly. “But not just elves,” she added. “What else do you have?” she asked, smiling a little.

“What don't I have?” smirked Ritsuko. “I also have a human man I want to introduce you to,” she added, her tone seductive.

“It is good to see you again, Ritsuko,” smiled Airi as she emerged from the gate into the Warrior Bunny capital, her family with her along with Liseria and her family and expecting to see Ritsuko waiting. She found Ritsuko nowhere to be seen, but many other familiar faces around. “Mari, Itami, Zarin, Noriko,” she greeted the group.

“Airi,” smiled Mari, hugging the actress. “Is this little Kuniko?” she asked the young girl, who was looking around. “I could have sworn she was smaller the last time I saw her,” added the medic.

“Hi, Mari-nee,” the girl greeted her, still looking around. “Where is Aunt Ritsuko and Milliea-nee?” she asked directly.

“Good question,” Airi agreed with her daughter.

“Something came up,” replied Sarina, appearing from the corner of the nearest building. “I will show you to your rooms,” she continued on, cutting off the topic of the Queen of the Warrior Bunnies. The group followed her through the confusing warrens of the capital, arriving at a simple door. Entering, they found it was a larger house, with several rooms off the main one, and a kitchen and bathroom. “Make yourselves at home,” Sarina said before leaving.

“Friendly as ever,” noted Airi's husband blandly.

“I don't know that I want her any friendlier with you, dear,” smiled Airi. The man twitched, suddenly remembering who he was talking about. The group settled in, Itami, Noriko's husband and Airi's husband ending up in a corner, talking among themselves while the women and kids talked in the center of the room. The oldest children - the crown prince of Raltaow and his for-all-practical-purposes brother - Airi's oldest - managed to sneak out the door into the capital and sprinted off just as Airi caught sight of them, calling back that they were going exploring.

The group exchanged news with each other, sharing what had happened since they last got together, a bit more than a year before. Noriko had given birth to her first child several months ago, and Itami now had four children - the oldest a daughter with Lelei, a son with Arpeggio, and daughters with Tuka and Yao. The older mothers all made a big fuss over the newest children. Mari had found a steady boyfriend several months before, but was not ready for kids yet. Airi warned her about waiting too long.

Liseria shared that all but one of Ritsuko's former captains had gotten married and started families, including the one who had married the father of her oldest child. It had taken a bit of time, but the two had reconciled and were now happily raising a family, with the birth of their third child the year before. She herself had wed again the previous winter to a nobleman from a prominent family. When asked when she would be having her next child, she had been evasive and refused to answer. Peace was the rule of the lands, though there were always small hiccups to be dealt with.

With that out of the way, the group began to discuss their host, the ever-mysterious Ritsuko. Mari confirmed that she was still restless and still with Milliea and her elves. The children had gotten restless and tired, and after they were released to play or put down for naps, the women gathered closer and gossiped about more adult things. Mari had revealed that it was far from uncommon for males to end up in Ritsuko's bed, but the pattern of one-night stands continued, with her never allowing a male to be in her bed for more than one night barring unexpected circumstances.

When asked about Pina and Myui, Zarin had noted that both Pina and Myui were still unmarried, but that Myui had been betrothed to a patrician son for more than a year now, though no one knew what was stopping the marriage from taking place. Pina and Hamilton were rumored to be involved with each other, though that was not seen with any particular disapproval, given the nature of the society they were in. It was widely believed that military orders like the Rose Knights formed those bonds early, and that both profited from the association.

Also, several Rose Order knights were in Ritsuko's employ, including Panache and Beefeater. What this meant was still very much up for speculation, as none of them were talking. Pina had named Norma to the position of Yellow Rose, and Leranna to the position of White Rose within the order, which was becoming even more formidable than it had been before. The legions were rebuilt and retrained, along with a new, improved Home Guard for Italica. King Duran was known to hire Warrior Bunny guards from time to time, and it was something of a status symbol to be able to say that you could hire Warrior Bunny guards.

The economy was booming, and though some grumbling could still be heard about the slavery ban, most people were too busy making money and gaining fame to be upset about it. Trade and travel between the two continents was still very much regulated - for good reason - but the writing was on the wall, as it were. Mari also noted that a population boom was occurring, all nations rebuilding their population base after sustained warfare and massive loss of life. This included the Warrior Bunny ranks and their demi-human allies as well. Noriko had said that she had heard from Delilah that Myui's maids were not immune from this. Mohmu had turned up pregnant, then Aurea had been found to be pregnant, and before that news had made the rounds, Meia and one of the four-armed sisters had become pregnant. Airi had smiled, asking how Myui was taking the news. Apparently, Countess Myui was even more excited about her maids impending motherhood than they were; and they were very eager, it would seem.

Their talk had been interrupted by Pina and Hamilton arriving, herding the children of their friends along with them, with the help of a couple of young Warrior Bunny girls who were in training, if their simple battle gowns were any indication. The crown prince and his co-conspirator were sulking a little and soaked with water. Greeting the empress and her personal aide, the mothers had taken charge of their children, especially the two young men. They had tried to play it off, but with their mothers, they had no hope of getting away with it.

They had been exploring and ended up peeping on one of the large communal baths that the Warrior Bunnies used. They had become distracted by the naked demi-human girls and accidently gave their presence away. Instead of being upset - like human girls in Raltaow - the young girls bathing at the time had been more curious and friendly than anything else. Of course, if Parna and her oldest daughter had not arrived when they did, the two would likely not have been virgins any more. The cut-eared Royal Guard had saved them for the moment, and ordered all human children to be rounded up and returned to their mothers. Pina had arrived during the round-up and been shown to the house. All the children began to complain that they were hungry, so the two demi-humans had said they would have food sent over. Airi reminded them that Long Pig was not on the menu, and the two had just snorted and left it at that.

As they waited for supper, they caught up on news of the world at large. Ritsuko had been selling her detailed maps, along with `inventions' that she cooked up with the dwarven craftsmen, and was one of the richest in the group, behind only Airi, who had been doing similar things. It was a toss-up which ruler was richer: Pina or Liseria, but it really didn't matter. The dwarves had adapted certain tech and ideas from Ritsuko to their own ends, and real inventions were flowing from the deep mountain homes of the dwarves and from other creative sources.

It was with laughter that Noriko had shared that a statue of Ritsuko had been erected in her capital's main square. It seems that a local sculptor had scraped up enough money to go to the other continent and live there for a bit to learn new art and new techniques. The very first thing he had seen was a marble, gold and silver statue of someone called `Boss' in the main square right in front of the gate. He had studied the statue in great detail, and been amazed. It had become his obsession to learn how to make statues like that. He had managed to track down the creator of the statue and after a few days of talking with him, had gone to see every version of the `Boss' statue in all the great cities. Broke, but inspired, he had returned home and began his statue, begging for enough money to eat as he worked tirelessly on his new creation.

When he showed it to a patron, the statue had become instant legend. It found itself in the center of the plaza within days, and the artist was busy with making more of them for other customers, his livelihood secured by one statue. More than a few people had recognized the `Boss' as being uncannily like the Queen of the Warrior Bunnies was reported to look like, but wrote it off as artistic license once the story behind `Boss' had made its way to the other continent. Some of the statues even had Ritsuko as a Warrior Bunny, ears and tail both, though the naked-and-wearing-a-cape-of-skins theme remained, as did the tendency of the artists to make her a ten-foot tall, amazon-built, elf-eared sorceress warrior. The attention to detail was as exacting as always in her naked body, of course. Airi could only hope it didn't end badly for the artist.

Dinner came and still no Ritsuko. The women began to work on getting the kids to bed when the door opened and Ritsuko entered, followed by Milliea, Gabs, Rapier, Delilah and Mamina. The room fell silent as they took in the sight of the group. Ritsuko had been in heavy fighting, that much was clear. She reeked of spent powder, blood and death, her battle gown showing the marks of battle and smeared with some dark, sticky, unpleasant-smelling substance. The others were little better, their clothes tattered and torn, the elves looking tired and the Warrior Bunnies dripping blood from injuries. Mari immediately went into medic mode.

“What happened?” Pina asked as the children were herded to bed.

“Something or someone was preying on my girls and others in the southwestern wastes, so I had to go check it out,” Ritsuko replied, sounding tired. “It turned out to be a few Haryo, giving sacrifices to an idol not unlike the one we blew to hell up north,” she said, glancing at Airi. “I had to put the thing down, but it resisted,” she offered a thin smile.

“How many?” asked Pina softly.

“Four of my very best are gone,” was the flat response. “Mike emptied his magazine on that thing, and my elves hit it with everything they had, but it wasn't enough until I brought the entire place down with a few kilos of C4,” she muttered.

“Are you sure it is done?” asked Pina. Ritsuko gave her a thin smile, though she said nothing. “Of course you are,” Pina capitulated.

“I need to find out what other dead gods are knocking around this damn place,” muttered Ritsuko. “I have Mike resupplying at Alnus as best he can with Panache and my best lamia girl before they come back here. We've been burning far too much ordnance on these kind of things,” she noted sourly.

“You could have called for reinforcements,” noted Itami.

“Not before that thing woke completely,” disagreed Ritsuko. “And it would have just meant more loss of life had there been reinforcements,” she added.

“Even if it were Rory?” asked Lelei. Ritsuko frowned.

“That is an idea,” she said to no one in particular. “Where is the psycho goth loli, Itami?” she asked him.

“Doing a religious festival in the Capital,” Pina supplied. Ritsuko turned for the door.

“At least bathe, eat and get some sleep first, Rit-chan,” Airi said. Ritsuko considered that for a moment.

“Perhaps a bath and some food,” she allowed, turning for a different door. Once Mari was done, the Royal Guard bunnies fell on the remaining food like wolves while the elves headed into the bathroom after Ritsuko. It was about twenty minutes later when Ritsuko emerged, naked and drying her hair.

“You missed some,” smiled Airi, seeing dark lines on Ritsuko's skin.

“No, I didn't, actually,” Ritsuko said. “Damn things won't wash off,” she muttered, showing Airi the lines. Lelei studied them closer.

“They look like ancient runes tattooed into your skin,” noted the girl.

“Like spell fragments?” asked Rapier, frowning. The elves exited the bathroom, towels around their bodies.

“Great, just what I needed,” groaned Ritsuko before draping her towel over her shoulders and entering another room. “My battle gown is damaged, so I will have to wear something else,” she said to herself. Minutes later, she exited the room in fatigue pants, a tight black tee-shirt and her combat boots. Her M4 was in her hand, along with a magazine carrier.

“You are going now?” blinked Liseria.

“Yeah,” came the simple reply even as Ritsuko swiftly grabbed what little was left of the food.

“Give us five minutes to re-arm and we will come with you, my queen,” the two Royal Guard Captains said. Ritsuko shook her head.

“Fix my battle gown, brief the others, and arrange for the rites for our fallen sisters,” she ordered.

“We're coming with you,” said Gabs.

“You three are tapped out, magically and physically,” denied Ritsuko.

“I will go with you,” Lelei said, standing. “I am rested and at full power, and I can help with Rory,” she suggested.

“Likewise, I will accompany you,” Pina said, standing. “This seems a major issue, after all,” she said, meeting Ritsuko's gaze.

“We will be back as soon as possible,” Ritsuko said, leading the two toward the air fish pens.

“What a surprise to see you, Red,” smiled Rory, stepping toward Ritsuko, only to freeze, her smile turning into a frown as she delicately sniffed the air. “What have you done, Red?” she asked, her tone serious. “You usually smell of blood and death, but now, you have a different smell about you,” she said, finger tapping on the shaft of her artifact.

“What different smell does she have, Rory?” asked Lelei. Rory ignored the question.

“What did you do, Ritsuko?” she asked again.

“Killed a god, near as I can tell,” came the clipped answer from Ritsuko. Rory stared at her for a long moment then turned.

“Come,” she ordered curtly. “We will speak in private,” she said. Ritsuko, Pina and Lelei followed her out of the temple complex. Rory led them to an inn, marched up to the keeper and flatly told him she needed the entire inn, immediately and he needed to get everyone out and keep everyone out. The man did so, his face pale. After all, Rory had quite the well-documented history of killing and destruction. Within ten minutes, the building was empty. Rory closed the doors and bolted them. “Upstairs,” she directed, leading the other three up to a room and entering. Ritsuko had her M4 in her hands, stock tucked to her shoulder and a suspicious look on her face. “Lelei, a privacy spell, please,” Rory said, Lelei glancing between the two before raising her staff and murmuring a spell. Once it was done, Rory focused on Ritsuko.

“You killed a god? Which one? Where?” Rory asked intently.

“Southwestern wastes, no idea which one. It was an idol-looking thing that was coming alive as Haryo offered sacrifices to it; including some of my girls,” the last came out a snarl.

“And you killed it?” Rory pressed.

“Yes,” Ritsuko nearly hissed. “That thing killed some of my girls and allies. No way did it get to live,” she pronounced. “Or are you upset that a mortal like me has capped two of your gods so far?” she smirked.

“Given you personality, resources and utter lack of any respect for deities, I can't say I am,” Rory replied easily. “The problem is no gods are missing and there are no temples in the southwestern wastes.”

“Like the one up north, it was underground and more ruin than temple,” shrugged Ritsuko.

“And the Haryo were praying to it?” Rory asked, sounding distracted.

“Don't know about praying, but they were offering it human - well, demi-human and human - sacrifices while chanting. Killing that thing cost me some of my very best warriors. If there are more of these things laying around, I need to know,” she warned Rory.

Rory was silent for a long moment. “Did you notice anything different after you killed it?” Rory asked. It was Ritsuko's turn to be silent for a long moment before she pulled her shirt off and pushed her pants and panties down, showing Rory the dark marks.

“You mean these tattoo-like marks made by the ichor or whatever it was that sprayed all over the place when Mike hit it with high explosive shells?” she asked, her smile edged and dangerous. The demi-goddess of Emroy stared at the marks.

“Were you the only one marked like this?” she asked quietly. Ritsuko nodded. Rory said nothing, staring silently at the red-head.

“You recognize this,” stated Ritsuko, suspicion in her voice even as she swiftly re-dressed. “Out with it, Rory,” she demanded.

“Take me to the place where this happened,” Rory said instead. “I might be mistaken about this,” she added, frowning.

But something tells me she isn't, thought Ritsuko. She swiftly weighed her options before making her decision.

“I have an air fish near-by,” Ritsuko said curtly, striding out of the room, Rory, Pina and Lelei hurrying after her, as the red-head was obviously not going to wait for them. As she hurried along, Lelei cast a small spell and murmured a message into it before releasing it. She barely got settled on the air fish behind Rory when Ritsuko guided it up and forward, heading for the main gate just outside the city even as she talked into her throat radio. Reaching the gate, Rory saw that the Warrior Bunnies who protected the gate had already cleared the approach to the gate, and the gate was powered up. Ritsuko increased her speed, diving the air fish through the gate, the air fish emerging from the gate in Mudwan's capital, which was the southern-most gate in the network. Ritsuko didn't even bother to acknowledge the cries of indignation from the caravans she almost ran into.

It was nearly night fall when Ritsuko put the air fish down in front of a rubble-filled depression at the base of an over-grown hill. “That's what left,” she said as she checked her M4 and moved away from the air fish, already unbuttoning and unzipping her pants. Lelei and Pina joined her in the pit stop while Rory was silently kneeling by the edge of the rubble.

Finished, Ritsuko and Lelei made their way to the demi-goddess. “Well?” Ritsuko asked, impatient. It had been a long day already.

“This wasn't a god you killed,” Rory said softly, standing. “It was a dead god that was coming back,” she said.

“So?” prompted Ritsuko, not seeing the picture.

“So, it was a dark god,” Rory said, turning to look at Ritsuko. “Emroy and Hardy - along with three of the other gods - killed this one before time began. I don't know how it is even possible for a dead god to come back, but I intend to find out.”

“You do that, Rory,” Ritsuko said, “but I don't see what this has to do with me and these marks,” she stated.

“Those marks are a kind of spell. Against a demi-god or immortal, it would have drained their powers to regenerate the caster. But, since you are mortal, they will just kill you,” Rory said. Ritsuko studied the goth loli demi-god. “For what it is worth, I didn't want things to end this way,” Rory said, sounding genuinely disappointed.

“Fuck you, fuck your gods and fuck this world,” Ritsuko snarled, turning for the air fish.

“Ritsuko…?” began Pina.

“I have things to do,” was all Ritsuko said, jumping onto her air fish. “On or off?” she asked. Lelei hurried to the air fish and climbed on, as did Pina. Rory was staring at the remains of the site. “Leaving,” warned Ritsuko. Rory sprinted to the air fish and jumped aboard even as the air fish rose.

The red-head was silent as the air fish flew through the darkening skies. Reaching the Mudwan gate, Ritsuko paused long enough to key in a destination sequence. “You three, this is your stop,” she said, jerking her head toward to the gate.

“What about you?” Lelei asked.

“Not your concern,” Ritsuko said. After a moment, Lelei, Pina and Rory went through the gate, finding themselves in the Warrior Bunny capital, Airi waiting for them. Ritsuko re-keyed the gate and went through. Pina, Lelei and Rory made their way back to the others, who were all waiting for them. Not seeing Ritsuko, Airi immediately asked what had gone wrong.

“Nothing,” Rory smiled. “I angered Red and she is cooling off somewhere,” she giggled psychotically. Lelei started to say something, but Rory shot her a look that silenced her. Airi obviously didn't buy a word of it, but seemed to be willing to let it play for the moment.

“Where is our queen, Reaper?” asked Sarina tightly. Dozens of Warrior Bunnies were all around them. Rory shrugged.

“Don't know,” she replied easily. “She said she had something to do and left us in the capital.” The Warrior Bunnies broke up, murmuring to themselves. Sarina was the last to leave the group alone. She gave Rory a penetrating stare before turning to the others.

“If our queen was betrayed, your lives are all forfeit,” she said before stalking off. The group returned to their assigned living area - which they were now sure was Ritsuko's house.

“Perhaps we should return to Raltaow. Ritsuko seems quite busy,” Airi's husband said, sounding nervous.

“Too late to run, little man,” Rory said. “The Warrior Bunnies control the gate, and to get through it, you will have to fight your way past them. Not a problem for me, but….” She left the rest unsaid.

“What really happened?” Airi asked, her tone intent. Rory glanced at Lelei, who was already softly chanting a spell. After she was done, Rory told them what they had learned.

“Not Ritsuko, not again,” Airi said, her voice tight.

“Where is she?” Liseria demanded.

“We don't know,” admitted Lelei.

“How long does she have?” Airi asked quietly. Rory shrugged.

“I honestly don't know. It should have killed a mortal immediately, but for some reason, it hasn't. I want to look at her elves and the Warrior Bunny survivors,” she added.

“Is that why you came here? To satisfy your sick curiosity?” asked Noriko.

“No,” denied Rory. “I actually came here so when the Warrior Bunnies come for your lives - and they will! - I can save as many of you as I can,” she said softly, her tone dead serious.

The Warrior Bunnies did come for them, but it was two days later, and they only came to tell the group that Ritsuko was back. They found the red-headed queen talking with her captains and commanders, who acknowledged whatever orders she had given them before breaking up. Ritsuko had turned and greeted the group as if nothing had happened. Rory once more sniffed delicately at the red-head, frowning again.

“Ritsuko, are you ok?” Airi asked softly, moving to her and hugging her tightly.

“I am always ok, Airi,” Ritsuko replied just as quietly.

“We know,” whispered Airi in her ear.

“Shh,” was all she got. Milliea ran up to Ritsuko and threw her arms around her, locking her lips to Ritsuko's in a passionate kiss. The red-headed human returned it before gently breaking the kiss with Milliea.

“Aunt Ritsuko!” Airi's daughter nearly whined. “Aunt Ritsuko!”

Ritsuko turned to smile at the young girl. “Yes, Kuniko-chan, I have time to play with you some,” she laughed softly, grabbing up the young girl easily.

“I'm too old to play! Teach me another trick!” insisted the girl even as she laughed because Ritsuko was tickling her.

“No fair! If you teach Kuniko something, you have to teach us something!” declared the Crown Prince of Raltaow.

“Dream on, boy,” snorted a young Warrior Bunny girl, flicking her ears so her new ear rings jingled softly. “Shall I begin her instruction, my queen?” she asked eagerly.

“No,” Ritsuko said, smiling at Kuniko, “I will teach her a new trick personally,” she said, getting a happy little squeal from her god daughter.

“What about us?” the heir demanded, getting sounds of support from Airi's son.

“What about you?” the Warrior Bunny asked. “You're just males,” she snorted. The two boys frowned at that.

“Stop that,” chided Ritsuko. “Tell you what, boys,” she said, “I happen to have a very famous and quite skilled warrior visiting. How about I arrange for him to teach you a few fundamental sword skills?” she asked.

“We already have a swordsmanship instructor,” pouted the crown prince. “We are already better than some of our guards,” he added proudly.

Laughter came from the Warrior Bunny and Ritsuko gave the two tolerant smiles. Kuniko tugged on Ritsuko's red braid, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “Is that so? I have to see this myself,” Ritsuko said after Kuniko was done whispering in her ear.

“Hey! What did you tell her, Kuniko?!” demanded her older brother.

“It's a secret!” replied Kuniko before making a face at her big brother.

“Mom!” protested the young man.

“Behave yourselves,” sighed Airi. “Both of you,” she added.

“Mom, make her tell us what she said to Ritsuko!” the crown prince appealed to his mother.

“That is not how things work, young man,” denied the Queen. “And I will not have you acting like a spoiled child,” she reminded him. He sighed.

“Yes, mom,” he capitulated, pouting a little.

“So, my two young sword-masters, you are good with a blade, are you?” smiled Ritsuko, her smile making the two young men unconsciously step away from her. “Well, I just have to see two such prodigies myself,” she said, her grin spreading. “Come, let's all marvel at the prowess of these two young warriors,” she said, moving out of the command room with Kuniko in her arms. The others followed after her, most of the adults very nervous and the two god sons nearly petrified.

The queen led them to the central training field, where groups of young Warrior Bunnies and other demi-humans were training and practicing under the watchful - if not particularly gentle - eyes of several instructors. Airi recognized that most of the trainers were females, and all the trainees were female, though of at least six different demi-human races and with some humans in the ranks. The groups were divided up by some sort of system she didn't comprehend, but was sure was Ritsuko's work.

“Attention to the Queen!” yelled the Warrior Bunny instructors, the other instructors doing the same. Immediately, the groups dashed into formations and the field fell silent. Ritsuko - still holding Kuniko easily in her arms - stopped in front of the ranks.

“I am pleased to see you all practicing so diligently,” Ritsuko said, her voice pitched to carry. “But today, we are graced with the presence of two young swordsmen who would like to demonstrate their skill,” she added, dark anticipation in her tone. She used one hand to indicate the Crown Prince and Airi's son. “I give you the Crown Prince of Raltaow, and his best friend,” she introduced the two.

“Allow me the honor of testing their skill, my Queen,” begged a Warrior Bunny instructor. The woman was about Ritsuko's age, an abbreviated battle gown on and covered in small scars.

“No, but I appreciate your volunteering and enthusiasm,” Ritsuko replied easily. “Panache, Delilah, come here,” she called, the two doing as asked immediately.

Delilah was wearing her battle gown, as she usually did when training or teaching. Panache was wearing an outfit not unlike a battle gown, but with elements of her knight's armor as well. The two knelt before their Queen. “You two will test these two young masters of the blade,” smiled Ritsuko.

“My Queen,” they both replied.

“Um, Ritsuko,” began Airi, sounding a bit nervous.

“You are forbidden to leave permanent damage or scars, and you are forbidden to kill them,” Ritsuko said, glancing at their mothers. Airi's husband looked like he really wanted to say something, but didn't want to risk making things worse. “Other than that, do as you see fit,” she smirked.

“Yes, my Queen,” Delilah smiled hungrily at the two while Panache silently sized the two up.

“How long have they been practicing swordsmanship, my Queen?” asked Panache. In the Rose Order, she had been among the very best with a sword; one of the reasons she had been named the White Rose.

“For some time,” shrugged Ritsuko. “They claim to be most proficient, so I see no reason to go easy on them,” she smiled, making the two young men gulp and ease toward their mothers. “And where are you two men going?” Ritsuko asked without looking, freezing the two in place.

“N…nowhere, Aunt Ritsuko,” the managed.

“If the thought of facing these two makes your knees weak, I suppose I could face you personally,” she offered.

“No!” came the unified voice of Liseria, Airi, her husband, Milliea, Mari and Noriko.

“There is no reason for you to personally spar with them, Rit-chan,” Airi insisted.

“Is that so?” sighed Ritsuko. “I am just trying to be fair to them, as they are such great swordsmen,” she added innocently.

“The problem is that you are too Indiana Jones, Rit-chan,” sighed Airi. Ritsuko snickered.

“What is an Indiana Jones?” wondered Liseria.

“In our world, it is a character from a story. There is a scene where the hero - Indiana Jones - is faced with a swordsman of great skill. Rather than fight the swordsman, knowing he is not a match for him with a sword, the hero pulls his gun and shoots the swordsman dead instead.”

Yes, that sounds like Ritsuko, the entire group thought in unison.

“How about Milliea, then?” Ritsuko offered. The red-headed elf girl smiled happily at the two young men. However, they didn't want to face big sister Milliea, either, since they had seen her cut a granite boulder in half without any effort.

“Ensorcelled arms and armor make it a somewhat unfair fight, does it not?” Liseria delicately suggested.

“Which is why I wanted Delilah and Panache to test their skills,” Ritsuko looped back.

“One of the finest swordswomen in the Order and your most aggressive Royal Guard captain? I think that is not a very fair match either,” noted Pina.

“Have they not been trained in swordsmanship?” Panache asked.

“They have been training for less than three years,” Airi noted.

“Three years should make them excellent swordsmen indeed,” Delilah noted.

“Unlike here, they do not train all day, every day, in the arts of war,” Liseria interjected. She knew that here, the Warrior Bunny girls trained all day, every day; and they liked it that way. Three years of that would indeed make them most formidable fighters, but her son and his best friend trained three hours a day, four days a week with their fencing instructor, so three years was not so long a time.

Ritsuko heard some muttering in the ranks as well as giggling. Smiling faintly, she shrugged. “Fine,” she agreed. “Panache, call your best first-year student forward. Delilah, the same,” she directed. The two gestured, and immediately, two young Warrior Bunny girls dashed forward to kneel beside their instructors. “First year students, these two young men should be a good match for you in terms of skill. Find out, will you?” she asked sweetly.

“Yes, my Queen!” the two yelled eagerly, eyes bright. The two were wearing loin cloths and nothing else.

“We concede, Aunt Ritsuko,” the Crown Prince stated.

“That's nice,” Ritsuko said. “Also immaterial,” she added sweetly. “I see you have swords already, so let's get to it,” she said.

“Practice swords, Rit-chan. For me?” Airi nearly begged. The two Warrior Bunny girls frowned.

“We haven't used practice blades since we earned our rank,” muttered one. The guests of Ritsuko gulped at that. “They should be at least good enough to use real swords,” the young demi-human nearly huffed.

“The Queen will decide,” Delilah said, silencing the first-years.

“Will they be using practice blades when the time comes, Airi?” asked Ritsuko softly. Airi silently asked her again to go a little easy on her son and Liseria's heir. After a moment, Ritsuko sighed quietly. “You two,” she directed to the Warrior Bunny students, “will use practice swords, but will have no other restrictions beside the ones I already mentioned. You two,” she faced her god sons, “will use your swords and try to keep my girls from kicking your asses,” she smiled toothily at them.

“I'm not feeling good,” Airi's son stated, grabbing his stomach. “I think I need to lay down,” he insisted, groaning and writhing.

“Sucks to be you, then,” Ritsuko replied, getting a giggle from Kuniko.

“Why do you always treat Kuniko special, Aunt Ritsuko?” huffed the crown prince.

“Do I?” was all Ritsuko had to say. “Quit stalling,” she added, tossing her head. Groaning and muttering, the two young men pulled their well-made but basic rapiers and moved toward where the two Warrior Bunny girls were whispering to each other, practice swords in hand.

“Are those…safe?” worried Airi, looking at the practice swords in the demi-human girls' hands.

“Perfectly,” Ritsuko said. “They won't kill you accidentally or anything,” she assured Airi.

“What are they made of?” wondered Liseria.

“Tempered spring steel core, with braided layers of ox hide that has been boiled and cured. It flexes like a sword, has the right weight of a sword, and the same balance as a sword, but no edge and no point. They will bruise you up, though,” she added, unconcerned. “You don't hear mine complaining about facing live steel, do you?” she added, a sardonic tinge to her tone.

“Yours are likely far better trained and certainly more vicious,” sighed Airi, seeing the two girls separate and stalk toward the two, who took up back-to-back positions and brought their swords up in the fencing stance they had been taught.

“Oh, fancy poses,” cooed one of the girls, licking her lips. “I wonder what other poses you know,” she added, eyes warm and hungry.

“Do that on your own time,” chided Ritsuko.

“Yes, my Queen!” the two replied in unison.

“On guard,” the crown prince said, saluting with his blade as he had been taught.

“You know it,” the second Warrior Bunny girl said, giggling and winking at her friend. Airi's son raised his own sword to the ready position.

“They're going to rush in,” murmured the crown prince. “Be ready,” he cautioned his best friend. The other boy nodded slightly.

The girls did rush in; and they were much faster than the boys had thought. Their thrusts were deflected by the practice swords even as the girls fluidly sank low and lashed out with their long, toned legs, kicking the front legs of the boys and toppling them before spinning on the ball of their other foot to reverse-kick at the boys, connecting with painful-sounding thumps! Even as the boys rolled across the dusty ground, the girls were up and after them, swords flickering in their hands as they rained blows on the boys.

“Hold,” commanded Ritsuko, the girls instantly stopping before stepping back and kneeling so they faced their Queen. The two boys were groaning and moaning for real as they picked themselves up.

“What was that?!” sputtered the crown prince. “You said swords, Aunt Ritsuko!” he accused her.

“Did they not use their swords?” asked the red-headed queen of the girls. Both boys were bruised up from the strikes the girls had laid on them with the practice swords.

“They cheated!” piped up Airi's son. Ritsuko gave them a lazy smile that made them gulp nervously.

“No such thing in real fighting,” was all Ritsuko said, her eyes being drawn away. “Kuniko, sweetie, go to your mom for a moment,” she said softly as she put the young girl down gently, the girl giving her a puzzled look, but obeying. Her Captains and instructors picked up on her behavior and began to look where she was looking. Milliea slipped her swords out of her sheaths.

“It's her,” Rory said, licking her lips as she shifted her grip on her halberd.

“Mine,” Ritsuko said, moving forward. The figure - which had been flying through the air on large wings - landed and approached at a steady pace. Seeing Ritsuko coming to greet her, the figure produced a scythe.

“You!” she began hotly. Ritsuko shot her in the throat.

Seeing the Apostle of Hardy rolling on the ground making choking noises as she regenerated from the throat shot made Rory giggle. “It is surprisingly gratifying to watch you do that, Red,” she noted, raising her halberd.

“Put that away or you will join her,” warned Ritsuko. Rory scowled, but lowered her halberd.

“You are no fun sometimes, Red,” she huffed, a pout on her lips.

Ritsuko just shrugged as she kicked the scythe the dragon-girl had held away from her. By now, Giselle had recovered enough to draw raspy breathes. She looked up at Ritsuko with a furious glare. “You dare desecrate my Goddess's temple and think to get away with it, filthy human?” Giselle demanded.

Ritsuko shot her twice more in the chest. “Yes, actually,” she replied indifferently. “I needed to talk to Hardy and wasn't in the mood to wait.”

“You went to Hardy's temple?” Rory demanded, suddenly very interested.

“It was on my list,” Ritsuko said. The goth loli Apostol of Emroy took a half step toward the red-head, only to stop as two swords crossed her neck, blood seeping from where the edges touched her skin. Milliea didn't look happy, but her swords were steady.

“Please be nice,” she asked Rory. The Apostle knew that even though the elf girl sounded like she was too nice to hurt anyone, her head would land on the ground before she could reach Ritsuko. Giselle was recovering, spitting out one of the bullets while the other was pushed out from between her ribs.

“Bitch,” coughed the dragon-clan demi-human apostle. Ritsuko raised her gun again, aiming at her forehead. Giselle bared her teeth but was silent.

“Now that I have your attention,” Ritsuko said, “I am Ritsuko, Queen of the Warrior Bunnies, and my business was with Hardy, not her minion. Why have you come here, dragon-girl?” asked the red head.

“You, blasphemer, dared to enter the holy temple of Hardy. You must pay with your life,” hissed Giselle.

“Get in line,” grunted Ritsuko. “But I suggest you talk to your master before you attempt something so foolish in her name,” suggested Ritsuko. “We came to an…agreement,” smiled Ritsuko.

“You didn't!” exclaimed Rory. “Emroy is a better god than that creepy pervert Hardy!” she nearly yelled.

“As if my Lady Hardy would even accept something such as her,” scoffed Giselle.

“Big talk for a lizard-girl,” Ritsuko remarked indifferently. A peal of thunder cracked the cloudless sky, making both Rory and Giselle freeze for a moment, signs of doubt on their faces. “As it happens, I declined her request for me to become a worshipper of hers,” continued the human calmly. “Exactly as I did with Emroy, whose temple I also visited,” she added.

“My god Emroy would have no reason to allow you to decline his invitation to become the next Apostle,” Rory noted. Ritsuko gave her a thin smile.

“He realized what you have not, Rory,” Ritsuko said. Rory frowned.

“Which is?” she demanded.

“It is not my place to say, but you have already seen the question you should be asking yet do not recognize it as being a question that unlocks the answer you seek. All those centuries and you remain so…conventional in your vision,” Ritsuko clucked her tongue. Focusing back on Giselle, she gave the dragon girl a smile. “Tell me, Giselle, have you spoken with your clan recently?” she asked.

“I have committed myself to my Goddess,” came the pouty answer, “I have no need for anything more,” she pronounced.

“I see,” Ritsuko said. “That is a shame. They miss you,” she noted casually. Giselle scowled at the human.

“You claim to have spoken with them? You? A human?” she asked arrogantly. “Impossible,” she proclaimed.

“Perhaps for any other human,” Gabs noted casually as she strolled up to Ritsuko's side. “But Ritsuko is quite resourceful and very persuasive when she needs to be. Your tribe joined us some months ago,” grinned the dark elf.

“You lie,” hissed Giselle. “We despise humans and dark elves!” she declared. Gabs just hummed as she shrugged. “And you,” Giselle continued, glaring at Ritsuko, “who are you to dare speak to my Goddess? You, who believe in nothing and hold nothing sacred,” she growled.

Ritsuko locked gazes with Giselle just before she lunged forward, her fist - protected by her fighting gloves - crashing into the jaw of the dragon-girl hard enough to knock her off her feet. Ritsuko leapt on her sprawled form, pinning her down as she applied torque to the demi-human Apostle's neck, slowly breaking it. “That, tailed girl, is where you are wrong,” she murmured in Giselle's ear before relaxing her hold and climbing off the apostle of Hardy. “Now leave this place, before I bury you piece by piece where even your goddess will never find you.”

Giselle managed to sit up, spitting out a fang as she wiped the blood off her chin with the back of a hand. The tooth would regenerate, of course, but it had still hurt. Studying the human for a long moment, Giselle got to her feet, collected her scythe and spread her wings in preparation for flight.

“Why are you running off, Giselle?” came Rory's taunting voice. “You and I have some unfinished business,” she reminded the Hardy minion.

“Some other time, big sister Rory,” Giselle said, leaping into the air and flying off. Rory scowled even as Milliea withdrew her swords and hurried to Ritsuko.

“Open the gate to Rondel,” Rory said, scowling.

“Say `please',” replied Ritsuko. Itami nearly winced, just knowing this would turn pear-shaped.

“Please,” hissed Rory. Ritsuko nodded.

“Where are you going, Rory?” Itami asked.

“To find the question I missed,” stated the goth loli, glowering at Ritsuko before nearly stomping toward the gate in the Warrior Bunny capital. Ritsuko glanced at Airi for a moment before smiling at Kuniko. Squatting a little, she grinned at the daughter of her friend.

“So, ready to learn a few cool tricks?” asked the red-head. Kuniko giggled as she ran to Ritsuko and threw her arms around her neck.

“You are amazing, Aunt Ritsuko! Teach me how to do that!” squealed the girl.

“In time,” promised Ritsuko. Watching this, the guests wondered what had happened in the two days that Ritsuko had gone missing. Airi in particular was worried. What have you done, Ritsuko? she asked silently.

In spite of repeated attempts by the group, Ritsuko never had anything more to say about what had happened to her.

“My, my, my, you seem to be in a chipper mood, Rory,” Mimoza said. Rory gave her a smirk.

“I finally found the answer,” the demi-goddess said. Mimoza blinked.

“The answer to what?” she asked.

“To the riddle of Red,” giggled Rory. Mimoza titled her head in confusion. “The Queen of the Warrior Bunnies,” clarified Rory.

“She was a riddle?” wondered the old woman. Rory sighed.

“Long story to short, she didn't die when marked by a Transference Spell of a dead god,” Rory said. “That shouldn't be possible. But now I figured it out,” she smiled. “This could be fun,” she giggled to herself psychotically.

“It took you five years to figure out Universal Balance Principal?” blinked the old woman. “Sixty years ago, we had an argument about it, remember?” she asked. Rory scowled at the woman.

“Did she talk to you that day?” she asked suspiciously. Mimoza shook her head.

“No. She did stop by to speak with the head of the history college, but left within ten minutes. I wanted to talk to her about an idea I had, but she was too fast for me,” the old head of the magic association sighed. “What happened five years ago?” she asked.

Rory considered that for a long moment. “Doesn't matter,” she said at last. “Did you need something in particular?” she asked the old woman.

“Oh! I almost forgot. One of your colleagues is looking for you,” she said.

“Colleagues?” wondered Rory before stiffening, her hand dropping to her halberd. “You didn't,” she groaned, standing.

“Big sister Rory,” Giselle greeted her, scythe across her shoulders.

“Did you come alone, Giselle?” asked Rory. Giselle frowned.

“Yes. Why…?” Giselle fell silent, her scythe rolling off her shoulder and to the ready. “I feel it, too. Temporary truce, big sister?” she asked.

“Agreed,” Rory said, the two moving out of the library together, the students, faculty and visitors running from the two. At the fountain in the center of the campus, a woman was sitting on the edge of the fountain, book in hand. Rory and Giselle separated a little as they approached the woman.

“I thought I smelled something foul,” the woman said, closing the book.

“Indeed, the stench of a self-righteous slave of Zufmuut is hard to get out of one's nose,” Giselle said.

“What is it you want, Mabel?” Rory asked, absently tapping her halberd on the stone pavers.

“To rid this world of you two,” replied Mable easily, an ivory staff appearing in her hands. Rory and Giselle both smiled.

“All of you, knock it off,” came a gruff voice, a dwarf appearing from the building opposite the library. “This is serious business and no place for posturing brats,” he grunted.

“Mortar Mobkis. What brings you into contact with humans?” Mabel asked, her tone stiff.

“My god,” he replied. “No less could bring me here,” he added. “Now, if you little girls want to cat-fight, do it on your own time.”

“Who made you the head of this meeting?” Giselle asked sourly.

“I'm the oldest one here, so I am the head of this meeting,” he stated.

“You may be the oldest, but I am the closest to ascension, so I am actually the senior one here,” Rory said. Mortar, though over a thousand years old, was still a good century short of ascension, while Rory, though less than a thousand years old, was closest to ascending the physical plane on her way to godhood.

“So, talk,” grunted Mortar.

“About what?” Rory asked.

“This is why the world would be so much better off without you two,” Mabel muttered.

“About the shift in our world,” Mortar said. Rory suddenly smirked.

“So, that is what has you so worried,” she laughed. “I have it well in hand, so you need not concern yourself,” she announced grandly.

“I find it hard to believe that you have anything in hand,” Mabel rejoined.

“Our gods and Palapan were the ones who slew the dark one, yet it almost came back. Worse still, it was not our gods nor us who once more sent it to the abyss of chaos. This concerns us all,” he said.

“Universal Balance,” Rory smirked.

“What?” asked Giselle.

“A theory of the human mages here,” Rory said. “Nature does not allow imbalance in fundamental forces to stand. If one kills a god, the power of that god becomes a vacuum. Nature does not allow vacuums at that level.”

“You suggest that were a human to kill a god, they then become the new god? Ridiculous. Why do we all have to complete the ritual and go through Apostleship to reach godhood then?” argued Mabel.

“The theory does not say one takes the place of the other. It says that a void must be filled with equivalent exchange,” Rory noted. Mabel frowned, as did Giselle.

“I am going back to my workshop,” Mortar grunted, turning and walking off.

“I, as well, am done with this conversation,” Mabel sniffed disdainfully.

“Admitting defeat, Mabel?” asked Rory, a nasty tone to her words. Mabel stopped for a moment without turning to look at Giselle and Rory.

“An Apostle who is apostle to no god walks this earth,” she said. “You made this mess, you deal with it,” she added, moving off again. “Who is it?” she asked just before she reached the gate to the university quad.

“You will come to know her, I am sure,” Rory purred. “Everyone will,” she promised. Mabel marched off without another word.

“Now that that annoyance is gone,” Giselle began.

“Not in the mood any more, Giselle,” Rory flipped her hand as she walked off as well.

“Hey! You can't do that!” protested Giselle.

The door crashed open, making the five people in the room jerk upright from the bed. “Ok, time for the whores to go,” pronounced a feminine voice as a figure stepped into the room.

“Kuniko, get out of my room,” growled her older brother. The younger sibling just snorted.

“Whores out,” she repeated, hands on hips. “Mother is looking for you, by the way,” she added, glee in her voice at her big brother's impending trouble.

“Who is this rude little girl?” pouted one of the women in the bed.

“My little sister,” sighed the man, rubbing his eyes. “What time is it, Kuniko?” he asked her.

“Nine bells,” snickered the young woman. “On the fifth day of the new year,” she added.

“Gods!” her brother exclaimed a moment later, vaulting out of bed. He ignored his nakedness as he frantically grabbed his best clothes. “Girls, I am afraid you must go now,” he said, dressing as quickly as he could.

“But why?” pouted the same woman.

“Because whores do not lounge around after their services are complete,” snickered Kuniko.

“I am the daughter of the Vicount Thiom, little girl,” the woman said, getting out of bed, “and you will not address me so!”

“I will address you as you present yourself, gold digger,” Kuniko said. The woman sucked in an outraged breath, stepping toward Kuniko as she raised her hand. Kuniko smirked.

“Don't,” warned the older brother. “Kuniko, go tell mom I was delayed. Um, I was helping the staff move stuff,” he suggested.

“Like mother would fall for that lame lie,” snorted Kuniko. “I will go check on the crown prince, since he is doubtlessly still wenching and whoring, seeing as you two are peas in a pod,” she said, exiting the room.

“Insolent little girl,” muttered the next Vicount of Thiom. “I've a mind to slap her smart mouth,” she said.

“I wouldn't,” warned the girl's older brother. “I haven't beaten her in a spar in two years, and she keeps getting more and more vicious. Too much like our Aunt,” he muttered, grabbing his court sash and his rapier and belt.

“I was not aware that the Chancellor had a sister,” the woman noted.

“No one talks about her much,” the man said, knowing that his mother did not like anyone talking about Ritsuko. “Come on, put your dress on, I have to go,” he urged the woman and her friends.

Meanwhile, Kuniko found the younger brother of the Crown Prince just heading for the rooms of the Crown Prince. “Kuniko,” the younger brother greeted the teenaged girl. “I take it you found your big brother?” he asked.

“Yes. And I bet your big brother is debauching himself, too,” she added, fondly ruffling the hair of the younger prince.

“Stop that,” protested the young man. Kuniko ignored it as she opened the door to the room of the crown prince. She spotted two figures under the covers, giggles coming from the lumps as they moved.

“Told you,” noted Kuniko, grabbing the cover and throwing it back hard, revealing a blonde woman busy sucking the dick of the crown prince. Both of them shrieked and jumped when she threw back the covers.

“Who…?! Kuniko! Out!” ordered the crown prince.

“Queen Liseria, your mother, is wondering why you are not at court, as you are supposed to be on this First Day Festival,” Kuniko said, glancing at the blonde woman. “Princess Bruesa, this is hardly appropriate,” Kuniko reminded her.

“Sorry, Kuniko, dear,” giggled the woman. Kuniko's eyes narrowed.

“Sure you are,” she grunted, absently nudging the younger brother, who was starting at the naked woman, unblinking. “I will tell mother and the Queen you were too busy wenching to be on time,” she smiled at the crown prince.

“You will tell her no such thing!” sputtered the crown prince, desperately dressing. Kuniko giggled.

“Won't I? Better catch me before I reach them, then,” she cooed before grabbing her gown skirt and dashing off, laughing madly.

“That little brat,” snarled the crown prince. “Don't stand there, catch her, little brother!” he ordered his younger brother. The sibling blinked at him owlishly.

“I can't,” he replied.

“What?” came the bewildered response. “Why can't you?”

“She runs faster than me and farther than me,” shrugged the younger brother. The crown prince groaned.

“Fine! At least hurry to the court and try to run interference for me with Mom and Chancellor Airi,” he sighed, the younger brother exiting his room as he tried to finish dressing.

“I guess everyone knows about us now,” cooed the blonde princess. “This is the perfect time to announce our betrothal,” she hinted. The crown prince froze for a moment before settling his court rapier.

“Um, about that,” he began slowly. “I don't think it will work out for us,” he began slowly.

“What?” came the dangerously-soft reply from the princess, who was four years older than him. He was saved by his best friend dashing into the room.

“Oh, good, you're dressed. Come on! Kuniko is probably telling our moms all sorts of wild things,” he said, the two dashing out of the room, leaving a naked, fuming princess in his bed.

Reaching the court, they almost winced as their mothers spotted them, Kuniko standing serenely next to her mother with a nasty little smile on her lips while the younger prince gave his big brother an apologetic look from the Queen's side.

“So good of you to join us, my son,” the Queen said, her tone dangerously kind.

“My apologies for my tardiness,” he bowed, along with his best friend, “but we were delayed,” he offered.

“So I have heard from Kuniko,” the Queen said, smiling a smile that made the two wince. Airi's oldest shot his little sister a scorching glare, which only made her smirk and give him a `come try it' gesture. The two assumed their spots, plotting murder of the beaming young lady; but knowing they could never do it.

When the court function was over, Airi led her children and husband back to her apartments while the Crown Prince was more or less led away by his own mother. Reaching the apartments, the oldest child of Airi sighed as he sat down in a chair, knowing he was going to get lectured. His little sister sedately sat in another chair as their mother and father took seats on the couch.

“What am I going to do with you?” Airi sighed, staring at her son. “Sixteen and already a notorious rake and womanizer.”

“Mother, I…” he began.

“I have heard it all before, young man,” Airi said crisply. “Your behavior today, however, sets new records for disrespecting the crown and myself,” she continued, her tone hardening. “I have been weighing the choices for some time now, ever since that first incident with the maid.” Before he could stop himself, her son smiled at the memory. “Wipe that look off your face, son,” warned Airi, the teenage boy doing so immediately. Kuniko snickered softly.

“And though not remotely in the same way, your behavior has been less than remarkable, Kuniko,” chided Airi. “But in your case, I know the exact cause of it,” she half-smiled. “You two are giving me gray hairs,” she muttered, one hand tracing the faint streaks of gray in her hair.

“Sorry, Mother,” apologized the two. Airi just shook her head slightly.

“You father and I have discussed this issue, and there are basically two paths before you,” Airi said to her son. “The first path is marriage. However, there are no suitable candidates right now, and I doubt that your marriage will in any way curb your womanizing, which will cause even more problems. I had thought I had raised you better than that,” she said, eyes cool and firm on him.

“I'm sorry I let you down, Mother,” he said contritely, “it won't happen again.”

“Crown Prince Three-balls is a bad influence on him, mother,” Kuniko interjected, using her latest nickname for the Crown Prince. “Brother keeps getting drawn into his schemes, and the Crown Prince lacks restraint and common sense when it involves anything in a skirt,” she sniped.

“So he is after you, then, sis?” challenged the older brother.

“He has hit on me more than once,” she replied indifferently. Airi blinked as her son frowned.

“Stop joking like that, Kuniko,” he said.

“Who's joking? Last week was the latest. He asked me to join him in bed with the maid and the tavern-keeper's youngest daughter,” she reported calmly.

“What?! That bastard!” seethed her big brother. “How dare he try to sleep with my little sister,” he seethed. “Has he no taste in women?”

“Please,” scoffed Kuniko. “I have standards,” she smirked.

“Yeah, messed up standards,” muttered her brother.

“As I was saying,” Airi broke up the impending argument between her children, “the choice was between marriage and sending you away for a while. I have decided you will be sent away from here and the Crown Prince for a while, so your attitude can be adjusted,” Airi stated firmly.

Her son paled, gulping. “And where were you planning to send me, mother?” he asked.

“I am still debating between Aunt Ritsuko and Sir Itami,” Airi admitted.

“I will apply myself to my studies in Rondel most diligently, mother,” swore the son. His little sister snorted delicately.

“You will doubtlessly apply yourself to someone most diligently,” she cooed.

“As for you, my dear Kuniko,” Airi began.

“Aunt Ritsuko!” Kuniko nearly begged. “I want Aunt Ritsuko!” she repeated. Airi was hardly surprised. Ever since the incident with Giselle, her daughter had viewed Ritsuko as some sort of deity. For a few years, Airi had sent the two over for a month or two so that Ritsuko could have time with her god children. The crown prince and his brother went too, at first. But as their responsibilities grew, they went less and less. Her own son much preferred being with his best friend more than spending time with his scary, terrifying Aunt, so he usually could find a way to accompany the Crown Prince. Her daughter, however, usually found a way to stay longer with Ritsuko and her group. Every time she came back, she was more enamored with the red-head than before; she was also more like her and her crew.

Airi allowed it because she honestly didn't want her daughter to end up like most court girls her age, weak, vapid and backstabbing, with no future but being a breeder for some man. Still, she wasn't sure she wanted Kuniko to turn out like she was - a rough copy of Ritsuko herself. Even so, she continued to allow the close association because her daughter was an incredibly good source of information on what was going on with Ritsuko and the other continent.

“I have decided that you will spend some time with Empress Pina in her court,” Airi told her daughter, who pouted a little before brightening. Pina was very tight with Ritsuko, after all, and she was pretty sure that she could work her way from the Imperial capital to her Aunt's capital. “As a page to her,” Airi added.

Kuniko rolled her eyes. “Yes, mom,” she replied, sounding more annoyed than anything. She and Pina got along pretty good, and she got along great with Hamilton and Norma. I can make this work, she decided.

A soft knock came from the door before Hecate entered, giving the family a small curtsey. “Her majesty would like a word with you, Mistress,” the body servant said, one hand absently caressing her swelling belly.

“Thank you for letting me know, Hecate,” smiled Airi. “Now you will go lay down for a bit with your feet up.”

“Yes, my mistress,” Hecate replied gratefully.

“How are you feeling?” asked the Chancellor, smiling at her body servant.

“It is nothing like I imaged,” admitted the body servant.

“It will be fine Hecate, dear,” assured Airi. “How is Persephone doing?” she asked as her body servant settled on the other couch.

“She is nearing term, Mistress,” Hecate replied. “She is eager to return to your service,” she added.

“I am sure she is, but her child must come first,” admonished Airi. “And on that note, I will speak with you two about specifics later,” she said to her own children, pausing long enough to hug and kiss each one before exiting the room and heading to the Royal Apartments.

Entering, she saw no sign of the princes, but Liseria was looking half way between exasperated and tired. “Those two will turn my hair white yet,” Liseria complained. Airi nodded silently. “I have been informed that a certain princess is causing problems because my idiot eldest son dumped her after he got bored with her.”

“I imagined that might happen,” Airi agreed, sitting with the queen.

“I have decided to send him away for a while,” Liseria said.

“Where did you have in mind?” she asked.

“There is a military academy in the Capital. I think a few years there as a cadet would perhaps curb his wenching,” sighed the queen.

“Perhaps. I have decided to send mine to the other continent for a while,” she admitted. The queen perked up.

“Are you sure that is wise? Kuniko is already much like her idol, Ritsuko,” noted the queen.

“She is going to Pina's court, and my son is going to Rondel for some study under Lelei's supervision,” smiled Airi, having figured out the best scenario for the two.

“Perhaps I should send mine as well,” murmured the Queen, thoughtful.

“I believe we should separate the two for a while,” Airi said. “For their own good. Their bad behavior feeds off each other, after all,” she sighed.

“Yes, so it seems,” agreed the Queen. The two were silent for a long moment before Liseria spoke. “When did you last speak to her in person?” she asked softly.

“At least a year,” admitted Airi. “Kuniko is a good source of information, but it is clear that Ritsuko is back to keeping things very close to the breast, as it were,” she admitted.

“We should go visit,” Liseria said. “When we take the children over, we should make a point to track her down and talk with her.”

“Assuming she lets us,” Airi cautioned. “Annette was saying when last we spoke about Ritsuko being very hard to find, even when she is doing work for her.”

“What did Ritsuko have Annette doing?” wondered Liseria.

“Something about the gate in the Warrior Bunny capital. Annette was reticent to say more, and wasn't sure what Ritsuko's goals were,” Airi explained. “Also, we need to make a point to be at the Summer Solstice celebration at the temple this year,” she recalled.

“Right,” Liseria agreed.

When they dropped off their kids at their destinations three weeks later, they found that Ritsuko was, indeed, very hard to find. They did find that Mari was pregnant, though she had no boyfriend or husband to show them. The medic was actually almost smug about something, though she wouldn't say what. Pina, they heard, had married the year before, but an accident had occurred on the wedding night, leaving her a virgin widow. There was speculation, but no one would say anything. Airi had noted with some satisfaction that Itami was settling in rather well into his new world. His children were taking up much of his time, and his wives were all busy. Looking at his two half-elf children, Airi had almost gone looking for a male elf, seeing how absolutely gorgeous and exotic they were. Checking with Myui had found her married, with a child in her arms and a very obedient husband. Recognizing the behavioral marks, she asked Myui privately who the father of the child was, but the Countess would only giggle and shake her head, revealing nothing.

Arriving at the Warrior Bunny capital, they had been greeted with the usual suspicion, though it would seem that Ritsuko had convinced her girls that they weren't enemies, at least. They had been surprised to find that all three of the Captains of the Royal Guard had children. The two knew better than to ask a Warrior Bunny who the father was; it was likely the women didn't know and even if they did, they didn't care about such trivial things.

Ritsuko, her elves and a small team had not been in the village for at least six months.

“Gods above, I am in love, Mom!” squealed Kuniko, nearly vibrating with energy.

“Oh?” Airi asked. Her daughter had just come back from two months with her Aunt Ritsuko, so she was curious what her seventeen year old daughter was talking about. “Who are you in love with?” asked her mother.

Kuniko just giggled, color on her cheeks.

“Please tell me it isn't Ritsuko,” Airi begged.

“Um, no, not really,” Kuniko replied. “It's one of her allies,” she giggled again. Airi began reviewing what she knew of Ritsuko's allies.

“Demi-human?” asked Airi, internally wincing a bit.

“Demon-tribe,” came the dreamy voice of her daughter as she excitedly threw herself onto the couch next to Airi. “He is the son of one of their clan leaders, and is about my age; I think,” she frowned for a moment. “Anyway, he has the body of a god, and is so incredible in bed,” she nearly drooled.

Of course, Airi though to herself. But she couldn't bring herself to blame her daughter, having sampled the race herself. Still, knowing that her daughter was no longer a virgin did sting a bit. “I suppose it is for the best,” she said, “first times are important, after all, and should be as pleasant as possible.”

“Uh, yeah,” her daughter glanced away. Airi frowned.

“You weren't a virgin,” she stated. Her daughter twitched. “How long?” she asked crisply.

“Not long,” Kuniko said, not meeting her mother's eyes; which was a tell for her.

“Kuniko,” warned Airi.

“Four years,” mumbled her daughter. “But I am always careful,” she added as if that made it all right. Airi smothered a sigh. This was their world, and it was common for girls to start far younger here. Some women were even married and expecting by twelve.

“So what is it you plan to do now?” Airi asked her.

“I don't know,” admitted Kuniko. “I have never felt like this before, mom,” she confided. Airi couldn't help the smile that came to her lips at hearing this. My little girl is grown up, part of her thought.

“So, want to talk about being in love?” Airi suggested archly. Her daughter nodded.

When her husband came in, he found the two giggling softly on the couch, talking in near-whispers. Years of being with Airi had taught him to recognize `girl time' and he wisely turned and exited the apartments, deciding to see if his son wanted to spend some `man time' with him in a tavern or doing something.

“Are you ready, my dear?” asked her husband. Airi checked her gown one more time.

“Yes, I am ready,” she said, turning and exiting the bedroom. Her husband was waiting, and Airi took his arm with a smile. Together, the two made their way to the banquet hall, which was decorated for the event.

“Have you heard if she will be attending?” asked her husband of her as they made their way toward their seats.

“No, I have not heard if she will be attending. I am certain that word got to her, but…” Airi trailed off, not having to say more. “Our son, already getting married,” Airi noted, hiding the tremor that wanted to weaken her voice.

“And the crown prince as well,” noted her husband. Airi delicately shrugged.

“It was inevitable,” she murmured. Her son and his very best friend were getting married at the same time; and for the same reason. Reaching their seats, the two settled in and waited. “I hope she makes it,” sighed Airi.

“We have done what we can,” assured her husband. “The rest is in her hands.”

A few minutes later, a slight commotion came from the door, where the Queen was due to arrive at any moment. Turning to look, the two saw their daughter hurry into the room, still covertly adjusting her gown. She hurried to the spot her parents were and settled beside Airi. The mother immediately knew that her daughter was in a sour mood. And I think I know why, too, Airi thought with a touch of nostalgic wistfulness. Young love can be such a fickle thing…

“Is everything ok, sweetie?” asked her husband.

“Everything is fine, father,” came the grumpy reply, along with a scowl. “Stupid boys,” she snarled under her breath. Her father wisely chose to not get any more involved in this than he already had. Airi gently squeezed his hand, giggling softly before putting her hand on her daughter's arm and giving her gentle a squeeze. Seeing her mother's knowing look, the scowl slowly vanished and a faint smile replaced it for a brief time. She leaned over, putting her head on Airi's shoulder for a moment. “Mom,” she murmured before straightening up.

“Her majesty, the Queen of Raltaow,” came the voice from the herald at the door. Liseria entered, her youngest son accompanying her. Everyone stood and bowed or curtseyed as she passed, the queen giving them slight nods as she walked, eyes forward. Passing Airi and her family, the prince stepped over to Kuniko's side, the woman giving him a small smile. Liseria reached the dais and turned to the assembled court.

“Today is a joyous day, as we join our son with Princess Bruesa of the Golden Sands district,” she said. “We are also pleased to announce that our dear Chancellor's son is marrying as well today. It is good that they have been such great companions since childhood, and it is only fitting that they take this step together as well,” she pronounced. There was some murmuring in the audience. Liseria ignored it, knowing that Airi's son - as well as the crown prince - had a certain reputation among the guests. In fact, she knew that a few of the women in attendance had children with one or the other. She and Airi had been very careful to keep the succession clean and clear, with each bastard child being provided for and given acknowledgement, if not places in the direct succession. Their mothers were also dealt with as necessary. Airi was just glad that even between them, there was less than a half-dozen illegitimate children to deal with.

Liseria gave a small signal, and the Crown Prince entered, making his way to the foot of the dais before turning and waiting. A moment later, his best friend entered, mirroring his actions. Kuniko snickered and made a face at the two, almost making them react before they remembered that they were in the middle of a ceremony. Then, the first bride entered. The blonde Princess was wearing a gown that had taken three months to make and cost more than a pair of carriages - with horses. She had a somewhat smug smile on her face, her hands resting casually on her belly, which the gown had been made to conceal, since she was approaching her fifth month of pregnancy. She joined the Crown Prince, demurely taking his hand. Spotting Kuniko, Bruesa gave her a smile, which Kuniko returned with a sharper smile.

The daughter of the baron of the Ateonic region entered, also wearing a very fancy gown. She smiled as she walked up and joined the son of the Chancellor. She, too, was pregnant, but only three months along. Her gown had likewise been carefully fitted to conceal her expanding belly. Next to the fair-skinned groom, her naturally brown skin almost glowed. Spotting Kuniko, she inclined her head a little to her sister-in-law. Kuniko locked gazes with her and a nodded back stiffly, her tanned skin almost the same color as her soon-to-be sister-in-law's skin.

The ranking priest of the kingdom moved in from the side, taking his position as he prepared to perform a double state wedding. “Looks like she isn't going to show,” murmured Airi's husband.

“Who?” replied Kuniko, just as softly.

“Rit-chan,” Airi answered. Kuniko frowned.

“She said she was right behind me when we left the capital,” noted Kuniko. Airi and her husband blinked.

“Were her elves with her?” Airi asked. Kuniko nodded.

“How was she dressed?” her father asked.

“Like normal,” shrugged Kuniko. The parents subtly looked around, but didn't see the red-head anywhere. Not wanting to risk disrupting the ceremonies, the family waited and wondered if Ritsuko would make an appearance or not.

It wasn't until the banquet had started that Ritsuko made herself known. She appeared beside Airi as the Chancellor took a break from dancing with her husband and son. “Nice wedding,” murmured Ritsuko. Her red hair was done up in court style, and her gown was no less opulent than the other gowns, but not more so, either. It displayed a bit more skin than many, but was hardly the most revealing in the room. Not far from her, she spotted Milliea, Gabs and Rapier talking with Annette, Milliea giving her a happy smile and wave.

“Ritsuko,” Airi breathed in relief, hugging the red-head tightly. “I was half afraid you wouldn't show; or that you would as your alter-ego and start shooting,” she said, offering Ritsuko a small smile as she cupped her cheek.

“Wouldn't be the first wedding I shot up,” smirked Ritsuko. Her fingertips traced Airi's hair do. “Are those grey hairs, Miss Airi?” she asked teasingly. Airi laughed softly.

“Unfortunately,” she replied blithely. “Children and hot-tempered companions will do that to a woman,” she snarked.

“And here I thought you were just not as young as you once were,” Ritsuko sniped back. “It seems a lifetime ago when I first met you,” she whispered, caressing Airi's cheek.

“Indeed,” Airi agreed, studying Ritsuko. She doesn't look a day older than she did when we reunited, realized Airi. Ritsuko's body was still lean, strong and toned, her hair bright and without any trace of gray, her face unwrinkled and her breasts still tight and perky. Slipping a hand down, she poked Ritsuko's belly, feeling the strong muscles there. She was certain that Ritsuko still had her `girl abs' six-pack. She herself had resigned herself to the reality that she was growing older. Her breasts had begun to sag a bit, and her weight was slowly creeping up, though not nearly as much as most women in her position and at her age. Wrinkles had appeared in spite of her best efforts, as had other small signs of age.

“Queen Ritsuko, it is good to see you again,” Airi's husband said, bowing to her.

“Is it?” smirked Ritsuko. “But as you seem to be keeping Airi happy, I suppose you have no reason to fear me,” she added.

“Be nice, Rit-chan, for me,” Airi almost sighed. Ritsuko hugged Airi again.

“If you insist, Airi,” she said before grabbing the arm of Airi's husband and pulling him to the dance floor. “I gratefully accept your invitation,” she said, just loud enough to be heard by the couples nearest to them. Airi's husband blinked even as Ritsuko took one of his hands, placing the other on her waist as the musicians started a new piece. He could hear whispering even as Ritsuko started the dance. The entire time, Ritsuko had a smug little smile on her lips.

When she was done dancing, she led him back to Airi, accepting a cup of drink from Milliea. Kuniko was waiting for her, anxious to speak with her. “Well, I have places to be and things to do,” she said to Airi and her husband. “Extend my congratulations to the two horn-dogs and tell Liseria that I will speak with her about a matter at a later date. Until next time,” she said, once more touching Airi's cheek before she and her elves disappeared like ghosts. Airi didn't realize that Kuniko had disappeared as well until a young lord came looking for her daughter.

With a weak moan, Pina managed to sit up. Blinking, she looked around, frowning as she didn't recognize anything. “Where am I?” she mumbled, feeling her body tremble in protest at her movement. It feels like I trained too hard, she thought absently, but I haven't felt like this since I formed my order, recalled the Empress. Feeling the bed shift a little, she turned to look for the source, spotting a familiar brown head next to her. “Hamilton,” she began, only cough softly, her throat a little sore. Reaching over with a trembling hand, she gently shook her friend.

“Go way,” came a muffled voice from the form. Pina started to shake her again, but stopped, frowning as a familiar smell hit her nose and she spotted dried, flaky spots on her arm. Looking at her chest, she saw more spots of flaky residue. She blushed, knowing what that meant. Bringing her arm back to support herself, she used her other hand to carefully explore her groin. Twitching at how sore and tender her sheath was, she was nevertheless relieved that she didn't seem to be filled with sperm. Pina tried to recall the night before.

She had been at a celebration in Italica as a guest of Countess Myui, celebrating her daughter's fifth birthday, and Ritsuko had shown up toward the end. Pina remembered that because she had brought Beefeater, Panache and Leranna with her instead of her usual elf-and-demi-human strike team she was becoming known for by those who were closest to her. The group had fluidly mingled with the other guests. The wine was flowing as well as some liquor that had been making the rounds lately, courtesy of trade with the other continent, which had some new brewing methods and ingredients.

She had found herself with Myui in a secluded room with Ritsuko, the three having a conversation about trade taxes, gate rates and regulations for new markets between the Empire and Italica, but the meeting was pretty fuzzy to her now, as she had been a little buzzed even before she found herself in the meeting, and there was an excellent wine in the room. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands, once more reminding herself that Ritsuko didn't drink, and Myui hardly drank - likely with very good reason.

Managing to get her legs over the edge of the bed, she wondered if her balance was good enough to make it to the bathroom; wherever that might be. She almost shrieked when a pair of arms wrapped around her bare body, pulling her back and to the side before lips sealed to her own lips. Who…? Wondered Pina, knowing the person was too large to be Hamilton. The kiss broke. “Come back to bed,” breathed a voice in her ear.

“Panache?” blinked Pina.

“My lady,” giggled the platinum-blonde before she began to nuzzle on Pina's neck.

“When did you get here?” asked Pina, almost moaning.

“We were here before you and Hamilton were brought here,” said Panache between nuzzles.

“Brought here?” blinked Pina. Panache nodded. “By who?” she asked.

“Ritsuko and Myui,” replied Panache. From behind her, she heard Hamilton moaning and panting. Panache giggled softly, shifting a little as one of her hands disappeared behind her. “Take it easy on her, Beefeater,” giggled Panache. “You know our Hamilton is weak against that.”

“I know,” came the voice of Beefeater before Hamilton began to moan and pant again.

“B…Beefeater, please!” panted Hamilton. “I'm too sensitive to…ah!” she shrieked. A purring hum came from behind her and Panache. Panache was back to nuzzling her neck, one hand on her breast, rolling, tugging and gently pinching her hard nipple as the other hand worked its way between Pina's legs to delicately explore her soaked groin.

“Stop it,” Pina managed to command, pushing herself free of Panache's embrace. “Where…?” she began, but the door opened and Leranna entered, still rubbing her eyes and dressed in a sheer, short sleeping shift.

“My Lady, it is time to get up,” Leranna said, yawning behind a hand. “You are expected at breakfast with the Countess in an hour,” added the knight. Focusing on the bed, Leranna blinked, but said nothing. Pina managed to get Panache to let her go, and stood successfully, though her legs trembled due to having apparently over-exerted herself the night before. She could feel her groin leaking down both her thighs, the musky scent thickening a little.

“Bathroom?” Pina ordered her subordinate.

“I will show you where it is,” Leranna said, moving to the windows and opening them, a cool breeze immediately flooding the room and replacing the smell of sex with the smell of flowers, cut grass and morning dampness. “I think we all need a bath,” she added, not meeting Pina's eyes.

Head clearer now, Pina could only agree. “Beefeater, stop that and help Hamilton up,” she commanded.

“Yes, my Lady,” Beefeater said, sighing. The black-haired woman more or less picked up Hamilton's twitching, naked form and got her on her feet, Pina moving over to help support her personal page. Panache and Beefeater exchanged glances, smiles and soft laughter before stretching. Pina frowned, as she saw how her two former commanders looked naked.

The two had always had slim builds from the military training and exercises that they had done since before puberty, but now they were more like Ritsuko than herself, with noticeable six-packs when they stretched, strong yet lean arms and legs and firm breasts. She also spotted scars on them that she knew they hadn't had before. The tan lines on the two made her realize that they were not used to wearing much while training, either.

“Do you like what you see, my Lady?” grinned Panache, she and Beefeater posing a little.

“You look much like Ritsuko now,” Pina noted.

“It has been several years, my Lady,” Beefeater replied. “Queen Ritsuko leads a…vigorous lifestyle,” added the daughter of the Caty family.

“It is very easy to get sucked in,” agreed the heir of the Kalgi family. Pina looked over at Leranna, who had been with Ritsuko for longer than the other two. She noticed that Leranna, while a fine specimen of fitness, seemed a bit softer-bodied than the other two. Looking closer, she frowned.

“Leranna, have you gained weight?” she asked. Leranna froze for a long moment.

“N…not really,” she denied.

“Leranna is pregnant, my Lady,” Panache said simply, making Leranna blush to her breasts. Pina blinked.

“By who?” she nearly demanded. Panache and Beefeater exchanged glances before Beefeater opened her mouth to answer.

“I warned you about gossiping,” came Ritsuko's cool voice from the door. Beefeater's mouth closed instantly. “Morning, Pina,” smiled Ritsuko, moving into the room. The red-headed Queen was wearing her battle gown, as she tended to, simple sandals on her feet and her hair tied back in a loose ponytail. Stopping in front of Pina, she gave her a brief but deep kiss. “You better bathe quickly,” she suggested.

The five women hurried to do so, finding several demi-human maids waiting for them who bathed them thoroughly yet quickly before helping them dress. Making their way to the dining room, they had been directed to the pavilion in the garden, finding Myui and her daughter chatting with Ritsuko and Milliea, Myui's normal maids waiting on them. As the Empress and her friends approached, the maids curtseyed to them. Pina greeted the ones she was familiar with, blinking as she realized that Mohmu was obviously pregnant. Aurea was the same as always, as was Kaine. In place of Mamina and Persia, a four-armed maid and a young cat-girl maid were in attendance to the Countess.

Taking seats and being served, the five women exchanged small chat for most of the meal. Once the dishes had been cleared away, Pina had a question for Ritsuko. “How is it that Leranna is pregnant, Ritsuko?” she asked.

“How do you think?” came the casual answer. Pina twitched. “But to answer your question, Pina, I am not her mother or her jailer. What she - and the other two - get up to on their own time is not my concern; even when they are spying for you,” she added the last calmly, but her gray-green eyes were fixed on Pina like a drawn gun.

“So, how long have you know?” Pina asked, her voice a bit weak.

“Since before I accepted Panache to my service; and later Beefeater,” was Ritsuko's answer. Pina waited, but Ritsuko had nothing more to say on the matter.

“And yet you accepted them,” Pina said at last.

“Yes,” confirmed Ritsuko.

“Why?” wondered Panache, who had not known that Ritsuko had known she was a spy even before she accepted her.

“Because I would have done the same thing in your place, Pina,” Ritsuko answered. “And having them in my ranks but not knowing I knew of their secret orders gave me the tool I needed to sabotage or control your plans and actions,” added Ritsuko. Pina twitched, but had nothing to say. Myui was looking at Ritsuko in an alarmed manner.

“Would you have killed them?” Myui nearly breathed.

“If necessary, yes,” Ritsuko replied. “And that still stands,” she warned the group.

“Why are you telling us this now?” Beefeater asked.

“Because I have - finally - succeeded in my goals for this continent,” Ritsuko said. “There is no more need for certain contingencies, and so, Panache, Beefeater, Leranna, I give you your choice of who you will serve. Panache, Beefeater, you are both daughters prominent families, and in the line of succession for leadership of your families. From this point on out, if you chose to remain in my service, you will be moving in a different direction than family duties. It is entirely possible that you will be disowned by your families or even simply lose contact with them. It is not my intent to make such a decision for you. You are welcome to remain in my service, but I urge you to take your time and think it over very carefully. Leranna, you have your own issues, but the same goes for you. I know that Pina only takes daughters of senate families into her ranks, so you have family of some prominence. Given your situation, well, think carefully. I want you all to take time to make your decision. I do not want to see any of you three for at least two weeks, but if you have not returned to my ranks by the end of the month, I will take that as your answer.”

Myui's young daughter made her way over to Ritsuko, smiling up at the Queen of the Warrior Bunnies, holding up a silver comb. Ritsuko scooped her up, setting her on her lap before tossing her head so her ponytail of red hair fell over her shoulder. The young girl grabbed a handful and started to comb it. After a few passes, she set the comb aside and began to make a sloppy braid of the handful of hair. Mohmu moved over to help her without being asked. Ritsuko seemed indifferent to the actions of the young girl, while Myui smiled at her daughter with Ritsuko.

“You seem to be quite good with children, my Lady Ritsuko,” Kaine noted. Ritsuko shrugged. “Have you perhaps thought of having some of your own?”

Ritsuko's expression cooled. “Kaine, do not bring that up again. I am tired of that topic,” she said flatly, catching the attention of the girl on her lap. Smiling at her, Ritsuko tickled her briefly, making her giggle before the girl got back to work on braiding her hair. Ritsuko could almost feel Mohmu's relief, offering the knocked-up maid a playful smile. Kaine curtseyed to her silently, understanding the warning clearly. “This one reminds me of Mamina's little one,” she shared easily.

“When can she visit again?” Myui asked. She missed her friends, after all, and now she had another bond with her former maids as new mothers.

“Not sure, but you know you have only to ask to come see her in my capital,” Ritsuko noted. “In fact, why not visit us while these three decide on their next move?” she suggested, indicating the three who had been with her for nearly a decade. Myui nodded.

“I think I will, Ritsuko,” smiled the younger woman. Ritsuko nodded, smiling back. Talk was disturbed by the approach of the Countess's husband. Ritsuko offered him a slit-eyed stare.

“Dear, may I take our daughter to her tutoring session?” he asked, keeping his wife between him and Ritsuko.

“Is it that late already?” Myui blinked, glancing at the sundial. “So it is,” she noted. “I have decided we will visit Ritsuko for a bit,” she said.

“Yes, dear,” he agreed obediently. “I will look after things here,” he added.

“The hell you will,” muttered Ritsuko.

“I am leaving Kaine in charge, as usual,” Myui said. “You will accompany me,” she stated.

“Of course, dear,” he agreed. Ritsuko frowned.

“Did you just grimace at Myui?” she asked, ice in her tone. The man twitched.

“N…no, Queen Ritsuko,” he denied.

“So you are calling me a liar, then?” Ritsuko fired back, her tone darker than before. The man trembled a little.

“Never, Queen Ritsuko,” he denied.

“A likely claim,” the red-head murmured.

“Be a dear and go collect the reports from the gate houses and the merchant guilds, please,” Myui said to her husband.

“Of course, my dear,” he sounded very grateful to be excused like a servant, starting to lean toward Myui, lips pursed like he was going to kiss her. A low, mean growl made him freeze before he knelt and kissed Myui's offered hand. He immediately jumped to his feet and nearly ran from the garden. Against his back, he could feel the searing heat of the glare of the red-head nightmare that had been the bane of his existence since the very first day he had met his wife-to-be.

He really wanted to mutter under his breath, but after the last time he tried that, he knew better than to ever risk it again, as the demi-human maids had incredible hearing and always sided with his wife. The last time had murmured threats and oaths about the red-head and his wife, he hadn't even made it out of the palace grounds before he was ambushed and nearly killed by the red-head.

He had been approached by his cousin and his wife - the Countess's sister - with a fool-proof plan to become the Count of Clan Formal. Assured of the support of the other sisters and their husbands, and with a careful plan in hand, he had been sure that he was as good as nobility. Indeed, it had seemed to be going so well at first. Myui had appeared to be taken with his charm and wit, and he finally managed to convince her to marry him. But after that, it had gone to hell in a handbasket in the hands of the sadistic, inhuman red-head.

It had started right after Myui had agreed to marry him. The two had been sitting on a bench in this very garden, and when she agreed, he had reach out to pull her to him for a kiss, and found his arm twisted behind him as he was jerked off the bench backward and pinned to the ground. He couldn't even make a sound because his face was driven into the grass by someone kneeling on his head. “You do not have touching privileges,” a soft voice had snarled even as it felt like his arm was going to be ripped off by whoever had it.

Over the thundering of his blood in his ears, he heard Myui's head maid suggest she call it a night, and she had agreed cheerfully, walking off without even a moment of hesitation. “Congratulations on being allowed to marry Countess Myui,” the quiet, yet dangerous voice said. “That is far more than a scheming piece of shit like you deserves. You should be careful of making deals with those who promise what they cannot deliver,” the voice said. He had wondered why the attacker sounded like a woman.

Ever since, he had cursed his choice to go along with the scheme that - now that he thought about it - had been doomed to failure before it even started. But of course, it was far too late. He had learned of the realities of his situation swiftly. The maids and staff ignored all his attempts to order them around, and the first time he had tried to put hands on one was the last time, as the maid - a demi-human horned girl - had head-butted him with her heavy, hard horns, leaving him twitching on the ground with a concussion. He had not had a chance to recover, as Myui had arrived minutes later, the horned girl beside her and a scowl on her face. She had warned him that if he ever touched her maids again, he would pray for death. With her arm around the horned-girl's waist, she had left him there.

He had just begun to think of standing when he felt someone grab his throat and lift him off the floor. It was the first time that he saw the face of his nemesis. The red-headed woman in Warrior Bunny armor had used her free hand to peel back his eyelids briefly even as she choked him with her grip on his throat. “Concussed, but I won't wait for you to recover before teaching you manners,” she had said before grabbing his hair and dragging him down the halls of the Formal mansion like he was a truant little boy.

Now, years later, he knew the rules, and the consequences for breaking them. He still did not have touching privileges to his own wife, and he had less than no authority in the clan, house or town. He was, quite literally, an ornament to his wife, no different than a necklace or ring. The daughter that was `his' was not, but he always bragged to anyone who would listen at the social occasions he accompanied his wife to how beautiful and gifted his daughter was, and how glad he was that she took after her mother. He wondered sometimes how many people knew the truth. Certainly every one of his wife's maids knew; and they had no respect for him. Some of them - especially the winged girls and the bunny girls - enjoyed tormenting him by teasing him with glimpses of their naked bodies at random times and places. It seemed to be a game to them to see if they could humiliate him publicly or at least in front of Myui, who never chastised them for what they did.

After the first two years, he had settled in for the rest of his life. Objectively, he knew that things could have been much, much worse, and he would at least have a comfortable life. He was not refused hobbies of his own, but those hobbies had to be approved by Myui and often her friends - Queen Ritsuko and Empress Pina. He had come to accept his role, but every so often, he couldn't help but want to be the one in charge. For whatever reason, every time he made the slightest attempt to rebel or disobey his wife or bend the rules - he would never dare break them - he was immediately found out and punished.

The supposed support that he was to have received from his wife's sisters and their husbands never amounted to anything. Knowing what he knew now, he knew it had been stupid to think anything could be done from outside. The plan had assumed he could seduce and/or intimidate Myui into giving up authority to him. He had found that the realities of the situation made that just impossible. The girl who had been described to him by her sisters bore no more resemblance to the reality of Myui than did a mouse to an ancient fire dragon.

Shortly before Myui's daughter was born, something had occurred. He wasn't sure what exactly, as he was in his bedroom in the far corner of the mansion from Myui's bedroom, but there had been a commotion, then silence, and then his door was thrown open by a dark tribe maid wearing armor. She had stared at him for a long moment before slamming his door and locking it. When he had been released late the next morning, no one had said anything to him about what had happened, though many maids were giving him suspicious glares. Several days later, he had heard talk in the village markets of the tragic accident that had left one of the beloved Countess's sisters dead, another scarred for life and the last one in the care of a hospital for the insane.

And so, he had accepted his role as an accessory for his wife. But even the most resigned gelding occasionally tries to do what it wants, and so it was with him. But for whatever reason, it was like Myui's scariest friend always knew immediately and she was always sure to remind him of the consequences of daring to disobey the rules.

“Aunt Kuniko! Aunt Kuniko!” cheered a young boy as he ran toward his favorite aunt. Kuniko grinned, kneeling and catching him as he threw himself into her hug.

“Hey there,” she greeted him. “You weren't this big last time I saw you,” she teased him.

“Sis,” the child's father greeted her. Kuniko rose to her feet, easily picking up the child.

“Big brother,” she smiled back. “Where is your wife?” she asked.

“Visiting family. She heard you were coming,” he said, giving her an eye-roll. Kuniko snorted.

“Whatever,” she dismissed. Snow lay heavy on the ground outside the house her brother lived in just outside the palace. “How's mom?” asked Kuniko.

“You didn't see her on the way here?” he asked, sounding surprised.

“She wasn't home,” Kuniko said, setting down her nephew so she could remove her cloak. Under it, she wore a warm tunic and heavy skirt. She immediately removed the tunic as well, revealing a battle gown.

“I knew it,” sighed her brother. His little sister gave him a playful smile.

“Knew what?” she asked innocently.

“That you would turn out like Aunt Ritsuko,” he sighed. “Always thought you would end up a spinster like her, too,” he poked at her.

“I will tell her you said that,” she smirked. “Anyway, you're wrong,” she said. He gave her a puzzled look.

“About what?” he asked. Kuniko reaching into the top of her battle gown and pulled out a ring.

“No. Way,” stated her brother. “Who in the hell would be crazy enough to marry you?” he asked, stunned.

“That's rude,” snorted Kuniko. “Of the two of us, I am far more likeable,” she smiled sweetly.

“Whatever,” her brother rolled his eyes. “What is her name?” he grinned at her.

Kuniko gave him a fake laugh. “I don't marry girls,” she said, her tone cheerful. “And his name is none of your business,” she added. Further interplay was interrupted by someone knocking on the door.

“Yeah?” called out her brother even as the door opened to reveal the crown prince.

“Man, I heard your sister is back in town,” he began before spotting the cloak over the chair and the tunic next to it. “Don't tell me…” he groaned as Kuniko pivoted into view, grinning dangerously. Her brother saw that she had kicked off her heavy skirt, leaving her in her battle gown, which left a lot of skin on display. Kuniko posed, a confident smirk on her lips as the crown prince stared at her.

“Dream on,” she snorted at him when his eyes finally reached her face. Her brother gave his best friend a look.

“Seriously?” he asked, shocked. “She's Kuniko,” he reminded his friend.

“The Magnificent, The Gorgeous, The Sexy,” chirped Kuniko gleefully.

“The brat, the man-hater, the tattle-tell,” her brother rejoined.

“I do not hate men,” Kuniko argued, once more flashing the ring before swatting her brother across the back of the head even as she patted her nephew on the head. “I hear you are expecting your second spawn,” she said to the crown prince.

“Yes, thank you for your unwanted sentiment,” the crown prince rejoined. “Is that an engagement ring?” he asked.

“Yes,” confirmed Kuniko, tucking it back into her battle gown top.

“Why aren't you wearing it?” he challenged her.

“None of your business,” she turned up her nose. “How is your mother?” asked Kuniko, tickling her nephew before handing him a wrapped package. “Gift to you from me and Aunt Ritsuko,” she winked at him.

“Wait a minute! What did you give him?!” demanded her brother, very, very suspicious.

“Relax,” scoffed Kuniko as the boy hurriedly unwrapped the gift, finding it to be a leather practice dagger. “We heard he was starting his training soon,” she offered. “How is the Queen?” she asked again.

“Mother is fine,” the crown prince said, accepting a glass of wine from his best friend. He didn't offer one to his sister.

“She wasn't there when I stopped by,” noted Kuniko, showing her nephew a simple knife move and then having him practice as she watched him. The crown prince shrugged, not answering. Kuniko praised her nephew and then showed him another move. “Since your wives ran off screaming in terror at my return, I guess I should cook dinner for you two poor, helpless boys,” she said.

“Since when do you cook?” asked her brother.

“Since I learned how at Myui's place and Aunt Ritsuko's,” she replied, moving into the kitchen area and surveying what was there.

“Um, thanks, but we'll just hit the tavern,” her brother said, getting furious nodding from his best friend even as they hurried out the door. Kuniko shook her head, looking at her nephew.

“How about you, squirt?” she asked, smiling.

“Ok!” he agreed enthusiastically.

“All right then,” nodded Kuniko as she began to make a simple meal from what she had to work with. “And because they ran off, I will teach you another skill,” purred his aunt, a glint in her eyes.

“Airi,” Ritsuko said, entering the bedroom without pre-amble. Airi Komiyama smiled at her closest friend.

“It is good to see you again, Ritsuko,” Airi said even as Ritsuko stopped by the bedside and took Airi's hand in her own. Ritsuko was frowning in a dangerous way as she studied her friend. On the other side of the bed, Airi's husband was watching silently. “You are looking good,” Airi said, smiling.

“I would say the same, but it would be a lie,” Ritsuko said softly, touching Airi's grey hair. Her expression darkened a bit more as she noted the lines on her friend's face. “Bit young to be grey-haired, aren't you?” she asked quietly, switching to English.

“In this world, I am remarkably old,” Airi replied with a soft laugh.

“But the first half of your life was in our world, with proper diet and health care,” insisted Ritsuko. “You should live to at least 80,” she insisted.

“I have always had a fondness for wine, Ritsuko, and the time here has not been easy on either of us,” she said, absently brushing over her midsection. “And as you said, childbearing late in life carries risks,” she sighed.

“I meant it when I said that I don't know if I can take burying you, Airi,” Ritsuko said quietly, cupping Airi's thin cheeks. Her eyes flickered over to the husband, who was also grey-haired and somewhat shriveled.

“No one cheats death; at least not in any meaningful way, Rit-chan,” Airi said. “I have children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. You will never lose me so long as they live,” she reminded the red-head.

“It isn't the same,” Ritsuko insisted. “They aren't you and never will be.”

“No, but they have part of me in them,” replied Airi. “We chose to make our stand here, and we have made a good one. Now, it is getting close to the time where we part, Ritsuko.”

“It wasn't supposed to be like this,” Ritsuko murmured.

“We have had peace in our lands for decades now, the health and general living level on both continents is much higher, the trade and economies are going strong, and slavery is gone. How was it supposed to go?” smiled Airi.

“I wasn't supposed to outlive you,” murmured Ritsuko. “I wasn't supposed to end up alone,” she added in Japanese.

“You are no more alone than the stars have fallen from the sky,” scoffed Airi. “You have Milliea - and likely Gabs and Rapier - who will be by your side for centuries to come, my children and the children of our friends will be there, and who knows how many of your demi-human allies have long life spans,” reminded the Chancellor. “Don't feel sorry for me, Rit-chan; and don't feel sorry for yourself. You have done too much to wallow in such a false feeling now.”

It was true, Ritsuko knew. There had been peace on both continents - barring a few small disturbances that were quickly put down - for more than thirty years. Trade between the two continents had strengthened and expanded the economies of both, and between Airi, herself, Mari and Itami, the general living conditions had improved thanks to the knowledge they shared with the locals; and occasionally force-fed to them. Life spans were increasing and living conditions were much better, as unhealthy practices were replaced with better practices. The population base of the two continents had mostly recovered as well.

Ritsuko now ruled over more than two thousand Warrior Bunnies - and more were being born every month. She had begun to give some thought to population control. Before, the killing of rival tribes of Warrior Bunnies kept the population low, but now that there was but one tribe - her tribe - the population was sky-rocketing and the shorter pregnancy term and fertility of her girls was becoming a concern. Ritsuko pushed that thought aside.

The contact between the two continents had led to the anticipated exchange of microbes. There had been a few mild epidemics, and more than a few deaths as the two social groups mingled. But with that behind them, things were steady now. Ritsuko's Warrior Bunnies were some of the cleanest beings on the planet, and she had made changes to their behavior that had led to their cities being super clean and vermin-free. The red-head had also shared this down through her ranks of allies. The last thing she wanted was to see a Black Death-like pandemic run through the world.

Even so, normal sicknesses remained, and two years before, Airi had nearly died after catching pneumonia from getting soaked and chilled one winter. Ever since, she had never been the same. Mari had checked on her several times, but her age and the damage from her abuse at the hands of the asshole slaver who had tried to break them both had taken their toll. Add in her late child births and she was declining rather rapidly. It made Ritsuko scared and angry, and that was never good for anyone.

Kuniko entered the room. Now a grandmother herself, she approached the bed. “Mother, Ritsuko,” she greeted them quietly.

“Kuniko, dear,” smiled Airi. Ritsuko caressed Airi's face once more.

“I will come back later,” she said quietly, exiting the room swiftly.

“Aunt Ritsuko seems…” Kuniko didn't know what to say.

“Shh,” Airi said, coughing softly. “Promise me something, Kuniko dear,” she said.

“Yes, mother?”

“As soon as I pass, make sure that Milliea stays with Ritsuko. Swear it to me, Kuniko,” admonished Airi.

“I swear,” confirmed her daughter. Airi smiled, the two talking softly of minor things until Airi fell asleep some time later. Kuniko excused herself to go find a certain elf. Less than a week later, Airi died in her sleep. The capital was in mourning, while many braced themselves for Ritsuko's reaction.

“There you are,” said Gabs, crossing her arms under her breasts. In front of her, Ritsuko was panting, dripping with sweat and wearing a breast band and loin cloth. Around here were sprawled her latest batch of sparring partners. Warrior Bunnies from barely teen-aged to their thirties, dark elves, horned girls, demon-tribe women and a few fortunate humans. “You are going to be late,” warned Gabs.

Ritsuko said nothing, accepting a towel from Milliea as Panache and Beefeater checked on a few of the worse-off trainees. Never one to settle, Ritsuko had started training with Rapier on unarmed combat, and with Panache and Beefeater with swords. She had also developed exercise equipment to match what she was used to, and had taken to maintaining a workout schedule that was on par with most Olympic athletes. Milliea said that her runs were averaging more than five miles. Interspersed with all this was her other duties. Ritsuko had a knack for organizing and for delegating, but in the end, everyone knew she was the one in charge; and only those with a suicide wish challenged her authority.

“I don't think I'm going,” mumbled Ritsuko.

“We're going,” Milliea said, her tone somber. “You will hate yourself if you don't,” she said. “Let's get a bath and get dressed,” smiled Milliea, she and Gabs more or less dragging Ritsuko out of the training field. Reaching the largest bathing house, the two quickly got her scrubbed, bathed, massaged and dressed. As usual, she had reached for her battle gown, but the two elves had stopped her, offering her instead a fancy gown. It was another five minutes of arguing before they had their way, and Ritsuko was dressed in the gown.

“I'm really not feeling up to this,” sighed Ritsuko even as one of her Warrior Bunny girls - too young to start training, but not too young to want to be just like her - carefully braided and arranged her knee-length red hair.

“You would feel worse if you missed it,” Rapier noted from the doorway. Instead of her usual corset-like top and thin, close-fitting pants, she was in a gown as well. “The others are there,” she said to Gabs, who nodded.

“Others?” Ritsuko asked, her tone sharp and focused. “What others?”

“You will see,” Rapier said, moving to Ritsuko and touching her cheek for a moment. The young Warrior Bunny finished her hair.

“All done, my queen,” she nearly squealed with excitement. Ritsuko gave her a smile and a kiss on her cheek.

“Thanks, little one,” she said, playfully tapping the bunny-girl's nose, making her giggle. “I will be back later. Please remind Delilah to keep an eye on that project,” she said.

“Yes, my Queen!” exclaimed the girl, saluting. As she turned for the door, Ritsuko flicked her tail, making her squeal even as she jerked in surprise. “My Queen,” she whined. Ritsuko laughed softly.

“Off with you,” she admonished, the girl hurrying out of the Queen's house. Rising, Ritsuko made for the door to her house. “Let's get this over with,” she said, snagging her well-worn M4 and a bandoleer of magazines for it as she exited.

“You won't need that,” noted Gabs.

“You never know,” was all she said, moving toward the gate. The four emerged into the chill autumn air of Raltaow. The rest of the continent was in mid-summer, weather-wise, but the high-altitude kingdom was already in mid-autumn. Snows could start within the next couple weeks. Ritsuko looked up at the sky, which was mostly cloudy, but with some sun coming through. The non-evergreen trees were already mostly bare, and the sunlight did little to illuminate the lands like her new home. Glancing to the side, she saw a carriage waiting, the driver giving her a bow.

“Her majesty's compliments,” he said. Ritsuko considered shooting him, but discarded the impulse.

“Indeed,” she muttered, climbing into the carriage, her entourage accompanying her. The driver moved the carriage away smartly, the team of horses cantering toward the capital. Ritsuko was staring out the window, her hands absently caressing her M4. Milliea caught one of her hands in her own, getting a glance from Ritsuko, but little other reaction. Her free hand kept caressing the carbine. “This is stupid,” she mumbled, grimacing a little. Her elves said nothing. The carriage arrived a few minutes later at the church.

Getting out of the carriage, she found that what seemed like the entire population of Raltaow was flooding the block, silently standing with head bows, candles in hand. Her hands absently checked her M4's condition. “Queen Ritsuko,” a young boy in church clothes bowed to her. “Your seats are inside. Please allow me to show you to them,” he said politely.

Gesturing to him, she followed him into the church. The inside of the church was packed like a sardine can, except for a narrow lane that led toward the front. The heavy wooden pews had been removed so more people could squeeze into the church. Ritsuko felt the absence of her usual grenades and armor, though her M4 was warm and comforting in her hand. Reaching the front, she found that Liseria was waiting, four spaces left empty beside her at the very front of the rows. Beside her were her sons and their family. Behind her were other former kings. Ritsuko's eyes swiftly scanned the faces, spotting two of her captains in the ranks. Both gave her very tiny nods. On the other side of the narrow path was Airi's husband, children and their children. Behind them, she spotted familiar faces.

“So it was them,” murmured Ritsuko, seeing Pina, Myui, Mari, Itami and his wives, Zarin and her husband, Noriko and her husband and even a somber-faced, frail-seeming Duran. The officiating priest managed to squeeze himself through the press to the spot by the ornate, royal coffin where Airi was resting. He twitched, spotting Ritsuko in the front row, glaring at him. Liseria reached over and touched her arm, Ritsuko easing the glare only a little. Gulping, the priest began the service.

The service was over an hour long, and not without some minor hiccups. The worst was when Noriko's husband yawned openly behind his hand. Ritsuko had to be grabbed by Milliea and Liseria before she could reach him. Noriko, seeing murder in Ritsuko's eyes, had elbowed her husband hard in the ribs. A furious “get out before I kill you” whisper from Ritsuko prompted his rather hasty retreat. The priest coughed nervously before resuming the funeral. During the recounting of Airi's life, the priest had mentioned she had been bought for the amusement of the king's heir, and the entire church had heard the growl from Ritsuko. Wisely, nothing more was said about her origins. When the service was done, Ritsuko ignored protocol and walked right up to Airi's coffin, leaning over to whisper to the corpse before tucking something into the carefully-folded hands. Turning for the door, she saw the priest edging toward the body. Glaring at him, she shook her head in warning. The people parted for her like a sea.

“Aunt Ritsuko,” Kuniko's voice stopped her as she was debating how best to get back to her kingdom. The daughter of her best friend hurried up to her. “Please wait,” Kuniko said. “There will be three more services before she is entombed. I know it would mean a lot to her and us if you were there for that,” she said.

“Three more services?” Ritsuko asked, sounding peeved. “For fuck's sake, why?”

“Everyone wants to pay their respects to Airi, and there is just not enough room in the church for them all at once,” Kuniko said quietly. Ritsuko sighed. “Please, sister,” Kuniko said softly. Kuniko was a blood sister to her, having taken the oath when young and even having eaten Warrior Bunny flesh during her late teens. She was therefore a Warrior Bunny as much as Delilah or herself were, and that carried weight.

“Fine,” she said. “Look for me in her rooms,” she said quietly before moving off. In short order she reached the palace and headed to Airi's apartment. Slipping inside silently, she made her way to the couch and sat down, M4 cradled in her lap. Looking around, she could see Airi everywhere in the apartment. Above the fireplace hung a huge painting of the Chancellor and her husband, done by the best artist in Raltaow. To either side were portraits of their children. The apartment had been redecorated many times, the furniture changed just as often, but the entire thing screamed `Airi' to Ritsuko. She closed her eyes, hugging her rifle tighter as she tried to focus herself on something else.

“So, you did come here,” a voice interrupted her, the woman flinging herself off the couch as she rolled once on the floor, coming up kneeling with the M4 locked on the person who had spoken, safety off, finger on the trigger. Airi's husband raised his hands, which trembled a little.

“What do you want?” asked Ritsuko, getting to her feet and returning to the couch.

“I was asked to do something by my wife before her passing,” the man said, making his way to the small desk and producing a sealed letter. “I was to give this to you after she was gone,” he said, offering her the letter. Ritsuko slowly reached out and took the letter. Breaking the seal, she scanned the letter - which was written in Japanese, verifying Airi as the author - before she folded it back up, nearly thrusting it into her gown before wiping her eyes with the back of her hands.

“Was that it?” she asked roughly. The man nodded, but made no move to leave. “What?” Ritsuko asked, her voice uneven.

“I wonder if you are planning to send me to Airi,” he said quietly. “Honestly, I would not mind,” he admitted, sitting carefully in a chair. Ritsuko snorted.

“Die on your own,” she muttered. “You want to see Airi, jump off a roof,” she added, her humor black and sticky like tar.

“So you no longer hate me because Airi is gone?” he asked, curious.

“I never hated you specifically,” Ritsuko said. “And with Airi gone now, there is no reason for me to bother with you,” she admitted candidly. Silence fell for a several minutes. “You made Airi happy,” Ritsuko said quietly, absently caressing her rifle, “and for that, you have my deepest thanks,” she added. The man stared at her in shock. “Why the surprised look?” she asked, snickering a little. “Airi was all I ever cared about in this. Besides, you and she made some pretty decent kids,” she managed a weak laugh.

The two were silent once more as time slipped by. Both of them were surprised when Noriko entered the apartment to get them for Airi's burial. The two of them silently made their way to the burial, where only a select few were allowed to attend. As Airi was being sealed into the tomb - Ritsuko noticed it was the royal tomb - her husband began to shake as he silently sobbed. To the shock of most of them, Ritsuko reached over and gripped his shoulder, though she said nothing. Once the tomb was sealed, Ritsuko remained behind after the others had left, staring at Airi's tomb. Night had fallen when Milliea and her elves came to get her. Without a word, Ritsuko turned and led them back to the gate.

“Are you ok?”

Ritsuko turned her head enough to glare at the speaker. “I am not in the mood, Rory,” she said curtly. “Whatever it is you came here for, forget it and leave,” warned the red-head. Rory ignored her, studying the red-head, her normal arrogant, snarky expression missing.

“I know what you are likely feeling, Ritsuko,” Rory said quietly. “I, too, had to watch my family and friends grow old and die around me,” she offered.

“Perhaps I should celebrate her passing by destroying you,” grunted Ritsuko. “Besides, I am no demi-god,” she added, absently staring at her hands.

“The reason you do not regenerate is that you have no god or goddess. Apostles regenerate because they have the power of their god or goddess to regenerate their bodies. The process eventually destroys our physical form, leaving us as spirits for a century or two before our ascension to godhood. You do not have a deity to free you of your mortal form. In effect, you have only become like the elves you seem so fond of: immortal unless someone kills you,” Rory stated.

“I told you to leave, you damn goth loli jailbait,” Ritsuko reminded her. Ritsuko drained the last of her wine and stood. “Shouldn't you have become a spirit already?” she asked, her tone acidic with contempt.

“Soon,” Rory said. “I can make you an Apostle, you know,” she added as she followed Ritsuko out of the small tavern in a trade town in the Ligu Dukedom. “As it is now, you will never become a goddess, no matter how long you linger in this world.”

“Keep your day job,” snorted Ritsuko. “As a salesman, you suck. I don't want to be a goddess. Now that you have said your piece, fuck off,” she repeated. “Where are you co-wives and Itami?” she asked, not seeing any of the others.

“Rondel,” Rory replied. “Where are your elves?”

“Elsewhere,” was all Ritsuko said.

“Ritsuko, let's talk a bit,” Rory said, moving to block Ritsuko's path; and finding Ritsuko's pistol pressed to her sternum, the red-head's eyes burning with dark menace. “I mean it, Ritsuko,” Rory said calmly. “I have things to tell you that will help you.”

“I don't need your help,” hissed Ritsuko.

“Perhaps not now,” Rory said. “But once I am a spirit, you will likely need my help, and I can only offer that to you now,” explained the Apostle. “Once I leave my physical form behind me, you will be faced with the other Apostles,” she reminded the human.

“I will deal with them like I dealt with you,” pronounced Ritsuko.

“And that is why we need to talk. Your approach will not work with them like it worked with me. Admit it,” smirked Rory, “you are curious. And you will be spending a long, long time among them.”

Ritsuko was silent for nearly two minutes before tucking her pistol back into the holster on her battle gown. “So talk,” she muttered. Rory led her to a room in an inn a street over, the two sitting down to talk.

“Let's begin with the Apostles and the gods they serve,” Rory began.

“No, let's start with a question of mine,” Ritsuko disagreed. “Why did you become an Apostle, Rory?”

Rory was quiet for a long moment. “The answer to that will not make sense until after I tell you about the other Apostles and their gods, Ritsuko,” she said. Ritsuko gave her a suspicious look, but said nothing. “So, the Apostles and their gods,” Rory began.

It was nearly dawn when she finished. Ritsuko rubbed her eyes, blinking as she tried to focus on Rory. It took her tired mind a few moments to realize that Rory was fading out of existence before her eyes. “I have given you as much help as I can, Ritsuko,” Rory's voice was fading along with her body, “I look forward to seeing how you do.” And then, Ritsuko was alone in the room.

“Damn magical world bullshit,” muttered Ritsuko, rising and making for the street. She had to get back to work, after all. Just outside the inn, she ran into Itami.

“Ritsuko?” blinked the man. “What are you doing here?” he asked her.

“Leaving,” came her answer. Itami had aged gracefully, his hair silver now, but otherwise much as he had been when he first came to this world. He studied Ritsuko, who looked just like she had when he had first met her. “Later, Itami,” she said.

“Before you go, have you seen Rory?” he asked her. “She left a note and her halberd, and Lelei said she had said something about this town.”

Ritsuko bared her teeth. “Fucking loli goth cunt,” she muttered. Faintly, she thought she heard a giggle in the air. “She's shed her physical form, Itami,” she said bluntly. “Go home. Take her spirit with you,” she said before pushing past him, a scowl on her face.

“Ritsuko,” he said, making her pause. “Airi's passing hurt more than just you,” he said.

She turned to stare at him, fire in her eyes. “Maybe, but none of you will ever know how much it hurt me to lose the only person on this fucking planet that understood me; that had the bond we shared. So take your weak-ass condolences and shove them up your ass,” she said, her tone rough at the end. Without another word, she marched off, leaving Itami staring after her.

“Still the charmer, Itami,” he heard in his head, Rory's voice clear to him. Twitching, he recalled that she would be a spirit for a century or two before becoming a goddess. He also recalled that when he died, he would `join' her, whatever that meant, and they would be together forever. He was beginning to wonder if forever might not be too long of a time for him to take. “That wasn't very nice!” came the chiding voice of Rory in his mind.

“This has been a rough year,” Pina noted, Ritsuko nodding. The two were standing by the tomb of Duran, late King of Elbe. It was winter in Elbe, but the location of the country made it much like winter in places like Sicily or Greece, with little in the way of weather compared to places like the Warrior Bunny capital and Raltaow. Ritsuko still ranked Raltaow as the coldest place she had ever been in winter in her life. Altitude and location could do that, after all.

The two red-heads turned and headed toward the waiting carriage, which would take them the palace for the coronation of Duran's heir. Itami had been glad it wasn't him, though the old warrior king had managed to talk him into accepting a position as First Council to the Crown. The heir apparent was a middle-aged man of Duran's family, though not blood related to the old king. Ritsuko had met him a time or two, and though she didn't care for his attitude toward her and her people, she would admit he was of even temperament, of mostly sober judgment and had the most important attribute for a king of a vassal kingdom: the ability to negotiate and form consensus with people. She had heard that his opinion of her was that she was a blood-thirsty out-of-control danger to everyone, but he had been confirmed to admit he respected her leadership and power, as well as her intelligence and bravery.

Ritsuko figured that as their lands were on opposite sides of the Empire - more or less - they could get along without too much trouble. Itami, she knew, would do everything he could to keep fighting from breaking out, and she had no interest in Elbe so long as they did not attack her lands or support slavery in any way. Pina and Ritsuko got into the carriage, Milliea and Hamilton already seated. Without a word, the driver started the carriage for the capital. Ritsuko absently checked her pistol, which was concealed in her gown, seeing Pina do the same. The two exchanged smiles at that.

“You look so much younger than me, Ritsuko,” sighed Pina. Her face was developing lines and her vibrant red hair was showing the first faint signs of grey. Ritsuko touched Pina's cheek.

“I don't recommend the treatment, Pina,” she said, her tone soft but firm. “It isn't worth the youth,” she said. Pina nodded a little. The carriage was silent until they arrived at the palace. “Let's hope this goes quickly and smoothly,” Ritsuko said dryly, dismounting the carriage.

The coronation did go smoothly and quickly, as one measured such things. Not quite two hours. Once the rites had been completed, Pina had accepted his oath as her vassal; a subtle reminder that he was not the ultimate power in his lands. With the change in kings complete, the new king declared the start of the traditional banquet. Ritsuko was already ready to leave, but stayed because Pina and Myui had sided with Itami and Mari in keeping her there. Ritsuko picked at her food and sipped heavily-watered white wine. Attempts to get her to drink reinforced red or even straight white were met with flat stares that promised trouble if they persisted.

“Aunt Ritsuko!” came the excited voice of Itami's youngest daughter with Lelei. Ritsuko glanced over and down at the young woman. Like the previous two daughters he had with Lelei, his youngest was already a magician.

“I have told you before, I am not your aunt, little one,” she said dryly, still unable to keep a smile off her lips.

“Mom and dad say you are, and so do my brothers and sisters,” she noted, cocking her head to the side.

“That still doesn't make it true,” countered Ritsuko. “What did you need, kid?” she asked, closing out the argument.

“I want you to help me with my studies,” she said immediately.

“I am not a magician,” Ritsuko declined.

“But you are from the other world, aren't you? I want to learn about Chemistry, and mom said you knew more than dad or the college alchemists. Teach me about chemistry, Aunt Ritsuko,” she wheedled.

“I am not chemist,” sighed Ritsuko. She had her school books on chemistry, and a good memory and sharp mind, but she had focused rather narrowly within the field of chemistry, so she had many weak areas.

“You are more of one than anyone else on this world,” the girl insisted.

“Aunt Ritsuko, play with us!” came the voices of the slacker's daughters with his elves. The two half-breed girls were approaching their mid-twenties, but for elves, that was barely out of the cradle.

“I am not a baby-sitter,” Ritsuko muttered, spotting the party responsible. “Noriko,” she called, a dangerous smile on her face as she gestured the woman over. “If you keep this up, I will kick your ass and make you babysit them,” she said. The woman gave her a nervous smile.

“It wasn't my idea,” she insisted. Ritsuko gave her a look that said she didn't buy it.

“Mari wouldn't be foolish enough to try this,” Ritsuko noted.

“But Zarin would,” Noriko said. Ritsuko closed her eyes, a soft groan escaping her lips.

“Of course she would,” muttered Ritsuko. “Ok, kids,” she smiled at the children who called her `aunt', “Let's play a game. The game is called `Don't Fuck with Aunt Ritsuko', and it is played like this,” she leaned down and whispered in their ears, their eyes going wide. “Ok, everyone understand? Go forth and win, my minions,” Ritsuko said with a shark-smile. The children hurried off.

“Ritsuko,” Pina sounded worried.

“I won't get them hurt,” was all Ritsuko said. “But I need to remind Zarin who she is fucking with,” she added, her tone a bit darker than before.

“They are just trying to help you,” Milliea murmured softly. Ritsuko sighed.

“I know, but forcing their kids on me is not the way to do it,” she complained.

“You are the only one without kids in the group,” Pina noted. Ritsuko gave her a look, but said nothing. Pina herself had a son and a daughter, with the son being groomed to be the next emperor. He was due to spend two years with Ritsuko starting that summer. Ritsuko had warned Pina that blood relation or not, she would end anyone who turned out like the last two emperors. The younger red-head believed her.

“What is your point, Pina?” warned Ritsuko. It was still a touchy subject for her.

“As many men as you have had in your bed, it is odd that you have yet to have a child,” a voice spoke up from the side. Ritsuko turned to see a woman in an ornate gown watching her. Ritsuko frowned slightly, studying the woman. It took her a moment to pick out the emblem on her clothes.

“What concern of yours is it how many men have been in my bed, Mabel?” she asked, her tone icy. “Is Zufmuut turning into a gossipy, bitter bitch, or is it just you?” she asked. Around the small party, the conversation died off as people began to notice the Apostle among them. Mabel twitched, her face coloring a bit.

“I had thought that with Rory moving past the physical realm, the worst was behind us. It would seem, however, that another is taking her place,” Mabel replied.

Ritsuko snorted. “Go fuck yourself, Mabel. I don't play your games or care what your god has to say. I will treat you no differently than I did Rory or Giselle. Either say what you came to say, or leave.”

Muted gasps ran through the crowd. Such blatant disrespect of an Apostle - even one as generally calm and reasonable as Mabel - was nearly heretical. Yet, many of the observers were not surprised that Queen Ritsuko was the one to treat the Apostle that way. The rumors of her shooting Rory the Reaper and Giselle had made the rounds, and as Rory had not denied it, it had added to Ritsuko's infamy.

Mabel had a pinched expression on her face before she forced it away. “Very well,” she said. “As the Apostle to the god of light and order, I give you fair warning that you are a disruption to order and cast dark shadows. We will be watching you, and if necessary, we will take action to preserve order and light in these lands,” she said.

“Is that a fact?” came the disdainful reply from Ritsuko, who casually tossed her glass of watered-down wine aside. “Where were you and your impotent god when these lands were filled with darkness and war? Where were you when chaos ruled at Alnus? Where? I don't hear you answering, Mabel. Not that you can,” she snorted in derision. “You are watching me? That is all you can do,” she bite out, stepping toward the Apostle. The startled Apostle took a step back, a staff slipping into her hands.

“The first to pull your weapon, I see,” Ritsuko said, not even flinching at the staff's sudden appearance. “You plan to use that on me? Ok,” Ritsuko said, her tone turning cold. “But you better pray to your musty old god that you kill me dead with the first blow. If you do not, you and your god will pay for it,” she promised in a dark whisper, stopping all but nose-to-nose with her. “Go on, make your choice,” she snarled, locking gazes with the Apostle. “I have no use for or interest in you or your god. Same for the others. Get in my way and be destroyed, or stay out of my way and be left alone. That is all there is to say on that matter.”

Whatever Mabel saw in the eyes of the red-head seemed to answer whatever question Mabel might have had. “If that is your stance, then we should be able to co-exist,” Mabel said, her staff disappearing. “Let's have a drink,” she said, gesturing to the nearest steward, who hurried over with a tray of wine glasses.

“I only drink with my friends,” Ritsuko said, her tone tight and angry. “And you are not one of them,” she added, turning away.

“Then shall we talk business?” Mabel asked, sipping a potent fortified red wine. Ritsuko glanced at Mabel, who made a gesture with her arm toward the terraced garden just off the banquet hall. “You do talk business, do you not?” Mabel asked with a smile.

“I know of no business that could be between us,” Ritsuko replied.

“How about the answer to the question Rory didn't answer before she ascended the physical plane,” baited Mabel. “I will be in the garden, if you decide you want to talk,” she added, moving slowly out of the banquet hall.

“This is why I hate these events,” Ritsuko muttered. Her gaze swept the silent circle of watchers. “Show's over, get lost,” she snarled at them, the watchers immediately moving away, already whispering.

“And so the legend grows,” came an amused voice, Ritsuko spotting Myui and Mari watching her from an unobtrusive vantage point. Ritsuko groaned softly. Milliea gave her a soft smile before guiding her to the two.

“The statues are bad enough,” Ritsuko said, “but this is just harassment,” she complained.

“The price of being a world conqueror,” shrugged Mari.

“Are you going to talk to the Apostle?” Myui wondered.

“I will probably have to,” sighed Ritsuko. “If for no other reason than to make sure she understands that if they don't leave me alone, I will kill them and their god.”

And so, ten minutes later, she found Mabel sitting in the garden, calmly sipping her wine. “What is it that made you put on such a show, Mabel?” Ritsuko asked, standing in front of her, her hand resting on her concealed gun.

“You were the last person to speak to Rory before her ascension,” Mabel said quietly. “That has a certain meaning, you know,” she added.

“Not to me, it doesn't. Loli bitch just showed up and started running off at the mouth,” Ritsuko replied.

“An Apostle, when they are about to rise above the physical realm, can select the next Apostle of their patron god,” Mabel pretended not to have heard Ritsuko's reply. “Typically, it is the last person they speak to that is ordained as the next Apostle.”

“I declined her invitation,” Ritsuko answered casually. “Just like I will decline yours and Giselle's and any other. I have no interest in godhood, nor in being an Apostle. I am like I am because of chance, nothing more. Had your gods done their job right, I wouldn't be burying my friends,” she added, some heat creeping into her words. Mabel frowned slightly.

“You have a lot of anger in you,” noted the Apostle.

“Go fuck yourself,” Ritsuko said, turning and striding away. “And you can tell your god that, too,” she added over her shoulder. Ritsuko vanished into the shadows of the torches and plants.

“He already knows,” murmured Mabel before standing and departing the banquet as well. “At least we do not have another Rory on our hands,” she sighed to herself. Her life was going to get complicated for however long Ritsuko lived.

“How long has it been?” murmured Ritsuko as she gently stroked Milliea's hair. Her elf made a sleepy sound, but didn't answer. Outside the simple window, the breeze came steady and warm off the ocean.

“How long since when?” asked a voice from the dark.

“Does it matter?” another asked.

“Guess not, in our cases,” Ritsuko sighed softly, absently kissing Milliea's long ear as the elf snuggled up to her tits. “I guess this is what it means to be immortal,” she added, sounding vaguely irked.

“Pretty much,” agreed one of the voices from earlier. “As an elf who has passed her seventh century mark a while back, I can honestly say that this is how it tends to be.”

“Except when someone interesting like you and your friends come along,” agreed the first. “It took me a half century to find and beat nine hundred and ninety nine martial artists, but only one week to learn the lesson my old master wanted to teach me.”

“You are getting restless again; I can hear it in your voice,” the second voice said, an arm reaching out to touch Ritsuko's cheek. “Guess we are going back again soon.”

“You sound glad, Gabs,” Ritsuko replied softly, her fingertips caressing Milliea's nude body lovingly.

“Do I?” was all Gabs had to say. “Rapier is the one who is getting antsy,” she added playfully.

“Stop trying to make this about me, Gabs,” sighed the kickboxer. “What are we going to do next, Rit-chan?” asked the black-haired elf.

“Who knows?” Ritsuko sighed again. “We should probably visit Celsia and Annette, check up on their situation. Maybe take a survey of the others who are still alive. Then, I guess we will start to organize colonization parties for the new land,” she mused aloud. “That should eat a few decades or so,” she snorted to herself, half in mirth, half in disgust.

“Sounds like it should be amusing,” Gabs replied. “Never actually tried that before,” she admitted.

“Me, either,” admitted Ritsuko, pausing to kiss Milliea softly as the simple girl stirred, moaning, from what Ritsuko's fingers had been up to. “Probably will need to spend some time with the girls,” she added.

“Without doubt,” Gabs snickered, leaning over Ritsuko to kiss her. Ritsuko returned the kiss. How long has my life been this way? she wondered.

Time was rapidly losing all meaning to her. She had to struggle to recall how many years it had been since the last drone stopped working due to irreparable mechanical failure. It had been more than fifty years before. Fortunately, before the last drone failed, she had gotten nearly the entire world mapped out to one degree or another. The fuel she had been making from the wing tanks of the cargo jets had run out shortly after that, but the gate system and air fish made it less of a problem.

About the time that Pina's son became emperor upon his mother's abdication, Ritsuko had managed to teach magnetic navigation to enough sea captains that she could then turn her efforts to teaching them how to design proper four-masted schooners. The gates were all well and good, but you had to make one at the far end first, and most the lands she had found with the drones had never seen the footprint of human, elf or demi-human. Now, there were a half-dozen sleek, long-range schooners being captained by brave skippers who were working on finding and exploring the continents; as well as the areas she hadn't been able to map. Ritsuko smiled at the thought that Pina had sat the throne for longer than any other emperor in the history of the Empire.

Some minor unrest had tied up a decade or so of her time and effort, but when that was done, she had focused some time on getting as much of her knowledge into the world as she could. Her school text books - especially those on math and the sciences - were practically Holy Scriptures to the academies at Rondel and in her original continent. She had to walk them through the math sections a few times before they began to get it. Likewise the other sciences. Much of it was still far beyond their abilities, but the ideas were what mattered. Lelei's daughters and their siblings had become scientists and magicians like never seen. Even now, the descendants of Itami and Mari were working hard to unlock the secrets contained in her books and her words.

Itami had died some years after Duran, He left behind a dozen children between his wives. Tuka and Yao were still alive, though Lelei and Arpeggio had died several decades after Itami. Tuka had taken her daughters to the Temple of Celsia for over twenty years, studying with Celsia and Annette, while Yao had taken her daughter and son to visit Gabriella's tribe for a few decades. Now, they acted as liaisons between the tribes and as go-betweens for elves and humans on the Lost Continent. Ritsuko had heard that both were finally starting to consider taking new lovers, though Gabs noted that it would likely be a century or more before they actually did take lovers.

Mari had passed a decade before as the foremost healer on the continent, a great grandmother and one of the most revered figures in the Empire. She was survived by her three children, ten grandchildren, and more than two dozen great grandchildren. Rondel had become their main hub, but they had clinics in most of the large cities, and trained healers everywhere they were.

And speaking of everywhere, there were statues of her - either as Boss or as the Warrior Bunny Queen - in every city large enough to have a central fountain. They were all variations on the theme of the first one. Ritsuko had come to grudgingly accept them, as there was no point to trying to destroy them all. She had even heard people referring to her as `The Eternal' or `She Who Is' the last few years. Eternal what or what she was, they would not say, but she had heard rumors of people praying to her statues. She discouraged that as best as she could, but something told her that she was in danger of becoming a goddess whether she wanted to or not. The whole thing irritated her and exhausted her at the same time. She was sure that Airi was amused, wherever she was in this crazy magic-world after-life.

After Noriko had died the year before, Ritsuko had taken a break. Not many breaks lasted six months, but she was emotionally tired and needed a break. All of her original friends were now gone save for the elves and a couple of demi-humans. Her dwarven sex-friend had drifted away, engrossed in ideas that she had planted, and she had not felt the need to rekindle the relationship that was - for them both - mostly about the sex.

So, for the last six months, she had rested in solitude on her private island. But now, she could feel the pull again. The restlessness was back. It was time to move again. But not right then. No, she had a warm, soft, naked elf in her arms and plenty of things to do to her and all the time in the world to do them.