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Enter the Naked Mole Rat	By : kwh Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 18153 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sato Fujiwara remained in his impassive pose, as rain poured down his face and ran off his armour in rivers. Now that he had taken the helmet off, it was running down his back inside the armour, and pooling in the small of his back most uncomfortably. He felt like a drowned rat.
He waited until the last of the fleeing bandits had vanished into the gloom towards the pass out of the valley and then, with uncanny mastery of the mystical monkey power, he allowed the blue glow to fade away to nothing. Still he stood, though - just in case Hamasaki had left any stragglers behind. He knew that Master's Itoh and Kyoki would shadow them out of the valley and deal with any concealed threat, but he hoped his performance had been convincing enough to ensure that there would not be any. If anybody were to have called his bluff, all would have been lost.
After a few minutes, he sensed rather than saw two black-clad figures silently approaching him, leaping from rock to rock with simian grace, from opposite sides of the valley. He relaxed slightly. They wouldn't have returned unless the bandits had left the valley. They were both more than worthy to succeed him in the role of Sensei of the Yamanouchi monastery, he reflected. They were both true masters of Tai Sheng Pek Kwar and either would command the loyalty and respect of the Yamanouchi.
But neither would have the mystical monkey power, and the guardian had to shoulder his share of the blame for that, he realised.
Suddenly, as the two ninja approached him, a terrible involuntary shudder wracked his body, and his legs sagged under him. He almost fell into the mud, stumbling forward with his head spinning. His time was almost up, he realised, and it was a warning that he could not afford to ignore. Still he felt weak, and started to sink to his knees...
"Sensei!" exclaimed Master Itoh, as he caught the falling guardian, a half second later joined by Kyoki who had also sprinted to catch him.
Supported between the two black clad ninja, all three of them soaked to the skin, Master Fujiwara felt his strength return, although he knew it was only temporarily, and bid his two students to follow him into the dry and the warm. The villagers always had a hut kept ready for the guardians, which they stocked well with food and provisions when needed, and one of the villagers would set and tend a fire for them. The guardians had never asked for such largess, but were grateful for it nonetheless, and the villagers for their part knew that they owed their continued survival not to mention prosperity to the presence their protectors.
Once inside the hut, the guardian quickly but reverentially removed Toshimiru's magical battle armour and placed it on the stand provided, along with the Lotus blade. "Take the lotus blade back to Yamanouchi, Master Itoh. When you leave, tell the villagers to return the sacred armour of Master Toshimiru and the Cuff of Sosumiha to their hiding place" he commanded.
The two men and one woman meanwhile quickly stripped off their cold, wet shinobi shozoko and undergarments, and then climbed naked into the large wooden vat which the villagers had pre-filled for them with piping hot water.
Bliss.
He would miss this, he realised. More than he could put in to words. He had been on this earth for 88 years, and he could remember all of them bar the first two.
And now he was about to die.
But before he did, there was something he had to do.
He absent mindedly fingered a small scratch on the outside of his upper arm, where he had caught himself as he ran to don the armour earlier. He made sure that he was seated securely in the tub, and that the water was not too hot for him as he would shortly be, and then warned his two fellow bathers that he was about to remove the Cuff of Sosumiha. They moved close to him. He took one last deep breath, and then focussed the mystical monkey power on the invisible jewelry round his upper arm. Some had chosen to wear it round their wrist, others their ankle, but he had always preferred the traditional location. As he focussed, he felt the strength, the youthful vitality leave his body, as he shrank 18 inches in height and aged over half a century in a moment, his now frail and mottled body almost collapsing into the bath. As he did so, an unremarkable but heavy metal bracelet appeared around his shriveled bicep with its clasp open, and fell towards the water; it was deftly caught by Mito Kyoki before it got wet.
The familiar feeling of being barely able to breathe that accompanied his emphysema returned, and the scratch on his upper arm seemed more painful in his own body - no wonder, he reflected, since the nick was now on the folds of loose skin that hung from his upper arms, and that had covered his own impressive musculature in his youth. He had retained much of this physique even into his late 70's, by virtue of punishingly rigorous training. Now, though, age had overtaken him, his time was nigh and he knew he had to speak before it ran out completely.
"There is something important I must tell you, before I pass", he wheezed painfully, "so I crave your attention".
Both his students nodded to indicate they were attentive to his words.
"You have seen the power of the Cuff of Sosumiha now on several occasions, but the story behind its forging and the sacred sworn duty of the disciples of Yamanouchi to defend this village from attack would normally be told only to those selected to receive the mystical monkey power. The tragedy is that for you this cannot happen. Therefore, as the last known living master of the mystical monkey power, it falls upon me to tell you, as the next Sensei of Yamanouchi...".
The two naked masters looked at each other, in some surprise, then back to their Sensei, who frowned at their distraction...
"Yes, one of you, both of you, either of you - you should know that you both have my blessing, and my will states as much. But please, focus on what I tell you now, for I will not be here to tell you again, and you must not ever write it down. Despite that, you must remember it and pass it on by word of mouth to your successor, lest it be forgotten. For one day, mystical monkey power may return, and if and when it does, its keepers must know the eternal debt of honour that they owe to the inhabitants of this village, and the power that these artefacts can give them to repay that debt.
“Almost a century ago, the great warrior Toshimiru and his followers were on a long journey from the west that had them passing near here. They had been across a great ocean to a land called Manchuria where Toshimiru and his disciples had first found the monkey idols and the mystical monkey power. Returning to Japan, he was searching for a site to found a monastery and a school of Tai Sheng Pek Kwar, when they were all struck down by a terrible illness, possibly from drinking tainted water. When they first became ill, they concealed themselves carefully in some reed beds perhaps ten miles from here and hoped to wait out the fever. But the fever got worse. Two of Toshimiru's followers died, and the survivors were all terribly ill, mostly delirious. A small raiding party of bandits who had just attacked the peaceful village of Sosumiha happened to be passing the hidden encampment, just as one of the hallucinating warriors screamed something at the top of his lungs.
"Discovering the hidden camp, the bandits attacked. Even weakened and with many of his warriors comatose, they were able to defeat the marauders, but they could not stop some of the bandits from escaping. Toshimuru knew that the bandits would bring back a larger force, one that in their present state they would have no chance of defeating. He did not have enough warriors who could even walk to carry the sick away. And then the exertion of the fight caught up with the few of them who had been able to wield weapons and they, also, collapsed. However, a farmer from Sosumiha had witnessed the battle, and realising that the warriors would soon be butchered, he raced back to the village and enlisted peasants and their wagons. They came up, collected the fallen warriors and all their goods and chattels, and took them back to the village, where the villagers took them into their homes without question and started nursing them back to health. The larger bandit cohort had gone to the site of the hidden encampment and then split up into smaller groups to look for the escaped warriors.
"Eventually, one small group of bandits headed to Sosumiha. The locals moved the invalids and their belongings into a cave concealed in the rock face behind the village, and then feigned ignorance. The head man of the village refused to admit to knowing anything, even when they threatened to kill him unless he gave up the warriors. He still denied any knowledge and was beheaded for his trouble. Still, the villagers refused to give up the warriors, all complete strangers to them, despite threats to kill other villagers. Fortunately, the bandits believed the man they had killed, and left empty handed without inflicting further bloodshed. Later, the small group of bandits returned, by which time Toshimuru had recovered sufficiently to make them pay for their earlier beheading of the head man. But Toshimiru was wracked by guilt and admiration for the brave and noble stand of the peasants of Sosumiha, and he pledged to the village on his own life that he would be there in the flesh to defend them against any who wished them harm for as long as his body had breath, and all eternity if that were possible. As soon as he had made the pledge, he realised the impracticality of his promise, but he was a man of supreme honour and resolved that he would nonetheless keep his word to the villagers, who had been prepared to die to save the life of several complete strangers, himself included.
"Temporarily abandoning the search for a site for the monastery, Toshimiru sent a small expedition on a quest, to return to Manchuria and to locate the Monkey Shaman Artisan who had first forged the Lotus blade for him and had imbued it with mystical monkey magic and ask him to return to Sosumiha. When eventually the warriors who went on this epic quest found their quarry, the Shaman was so moved by the story of the sacrifice of the people of Sosumiha that he agreed to return with them. But it was seventeen long months before the Monkey Shaman reached Sosumiha, and in the meantime bandits and marauders kept attacking, and kept being defeated. Eventually, after a year of failure, all the bandit groups for miles around combined under the command of a local warlord and attacked en-masse. A legend was born that day, as Sosumiha and six other mystical monkey masters defended Sosumiha against a concerted attack by 350 murderers, cut-throats and thieves. At the end of the battle, four of the original seven guardians lay dead, all the others wounded, and round about them lay three hundred corpses of their attackers, while of the remaining 50, many were maimed."
At this point, he paused, his failing lungs having fallen behind his need for air as he had spoken.
After a few wheezing breaths had reduced the deficit somewhat, he apologised and added "When you go out to the cemeteries tomorrow to bury me, you will see that there are three burial grounds. One spreads as far as the eye can see, and that is where those who the guardians have slain lie. Toshimiru always insisted that those who died at the hands of the guardians should be given a decent burial, with their names on a marker, so that their families could come to pay proper respects if they wished. Some of them even do. The village has a diviner descended from the original manchurian Monkey Shaman. Her family has been divining the names of the dead for the last 80 years so that the villagers could mark their graves. Then there is the villages' own burial ground of course. There is also a much smaller cemetery for the graves of the guardians.
"The grave of the head man who laid down his life that Toshimiru and his followers might live is there, as well as the graves of the two warriors who died of fever, and of the four who died in the first great battle. Since then, only two guardians have died defending the village, the rest buried there - including Master Toshimiru himself - have died of natural causes. You will see that I have picked myself out a peaceful plot next to Master Tamahita.
"The villagers maintain the graves of the guardians out of respect, but it has been the sacred duty of the guardians to maintain the grave of the head man of the village. It would please me, as it would please Master Toshimiru, if that tradition continued, and if worthy men and women from Yamanouchi would come here to tidy and look after the head man's grave even without the mystical monkey power".
His two attentive students bowed their heads momentarily, and Mito said "As you wish, Sensei, of course it shall be done!".
"Thank you" wheezed Sato Fujiwara, pausing again to catch his breath.
"When the expedition returned with the Shaman, Toshimiru-san explained exactly what he had pledged, and asked the shaman for his advice. The shaman meditated for a week, and then built himself a forge which he enchanted with strange magics and commenced work. What he forged was an enchanted cuff which, after a further month of meditation and magical incantations, would give any posessor of mystical monkey power the physical flesh and blood form of Toshimiru as he was at the time of the forging of the cuff, approximately 28 years old and at the height of his physical powers. This was how Toshimiru could keep his pledge to be there in the flesh without having to live in the village for ever, and even defend it from beyond his grave. A mystical monkey master who wears the cuff is physically indistinguishable from and can do everything that Toshimiru could do at 28, apart from siring children; the magical Toshimiru is sterile. Even Toshimiru himself used the Cuff of Sosumiha in his later years. Since it was forged it has been used by numerous mystical monkey masters to defend this village, from Master Wie, a four foot tall woman who died before you were born, to Master Lee, who you may remember was blind in his own body but found that he could see when he took the form of Master Toshimiru. But the cuff can only give this gift to a bearer of the mystical monkey power; to anybody else, it is just a rather unattractive piece of jewellery.
"The mystical monkey shaman also forged magical battle armour for each of the original guardians of Sosumiha. For anybody except the mystical monkey master for which it was enchanted, it was 'merely' fine and ornate armour. For the mystical monkey master whose crest appeared on the breastplate of each suit, the armour is... was... special. The four guardians who died in the first great battle here were killed from distance by volleys of arrows. Toshimiru knew that the next time the warlord returned, he would bring even more archers, and that even a mystical monkey master can only dodge so many arrows for so long. The shaman enchanted the armour so that when the owner was under threat by arrow, stone or slingshot, the armour would fly to him or her and protect them without bidding. Then the armour alerted them to any approaching missiles and the magics would slow time itself as the arrows came close, so that the wearer would have ample opportunity to defend against them.
"Each of the enchanted suits of armour turned to dust when its owner joined their ancestors. All except Toshimiru's armour, which still carries the enchantment, because for as long as the Cuff of Sosumiha exists, so does Toshimiru.".
And then he frowned, sorrowfully.
"I am quite probably the last ever mystical monkey master. After Master Toshimiru passed, the new Sensei was one of his original followers, Master Abe. He became consumed with worry that the mystical monkey power might fall into the wrong hands and proposed that the jade monkey idols which carried the mystical monkey power be concealed in the far corners of the world, so that nobody could ever bring them back together. I was one of the last Yamanouchi initiates to be blessed with the mystical monkey power. Shortly afterwards, Master Abe sent forth expeditions to travel to the North, South, East and West ends of the earth to conceal the idols. The mystical monkey masters who went on these great quests were twenty years older than I at the time they left, and they never returned. I must therefore conclude that I am the last ever living master of the mystical monkey power and I know that each laboured breath I take could be my last.
At that moment, the three masters heard a discreet cough from the doorway of the hut. The village diviner was here to answer the question that Sato Fujiwara had been waiting for the answer to all day.
When?
The diviner had already told him that he would face battle today, and that today his time on earth was up. He had known that without mystical monkey power, Yamanouchi would struggle to defend the village for ever against the bandits who kept coming back time and again. He just hoped that his subterfuge would work. If he had scared enough of the bandits severely enough, perhaps Sosumiha would be safe for a long time after all.
"I was able to cast runes, master Fujiwara. Your time is tonight as the moon crosses the peak of Hamkenjutsi. I have taken the liberty of preparing this water clock for you. It will empty in good time for you to prepare yourself."
That meant he didn't have to suffer like this. It was imperative that he didn't die while wearing the Cuff of Sosumiha; one thing the cuff could not do was to extend his natural span, and had he died while wearing it, its magic would have died with him. Now he could wear the cuff, and enjoy the last evening of his life fit, strong and virile, removing the cuff only as his life ebbed away. This had become the custom amongst the last few monkey masters whose lives had drawn to a natural close here.
The diviner was speaking again. "On behalf of all the villagers of Sosumiha, I can only thank you for once again prevailing against those who would destroy us. The debt that we owe to you and the guardians who came before you is beyond words."
"It was our bounden duty", wheezed the frail master. "I am only glad to have served. On behalf of the Guardians of Sosumiha, past and present, I in turn thank you and your fellow villagers for your boundless hospitality."
The diviner bowed, formally.
He spoke again, more softly, gently; "And Suki... thank you...". He smiled at her, having used her first name for the first time in 25 years. She smiled in return, her eyes sparkling for a brief shared moment.
Then he was the warrior again. "And now... I would like to prepare for my death with my comrades. Please may I request a little privacy?"
"Of course, master Fujiwara." bowed the diviner, setting the water clock down near the door and withdrawing, pausing only to pull a curtain across the doorway.
With trembling hand, he picked up the Cuff of Sosumiha once more and clicked it closed around his emaciated arm. Instantly it vanished as vitality poured back into him in a great wave. Once again he took a deep breath and stretched Master Toshimiru's impressive musculature. He had the luxury, after 88 years of ascetic self denial and dedication to the art of Tai Sheng Pek Kwar, of spending the very last fraction of a day of his life with his youth and vigour restored. How should he spend his last hours alive?
Should he meditate?
No, with his increasing physical frailty he had done little but meditate for the past five years. It was probably the reason he had survived this long.
Should he impart any last drop of wisdom to his two students before he left them?
No, he could think of none that he had not already shared, and they would have to find their own way soon enough.
Sparring, perhaps?
No, he had done nothing but trade blows with Itoh and Kyoki for three days before the bandits attacked. And he was enjoying the hot bath too much, anyway.
So what regrets might he still have when his time came later tonight?
Only one he could think of - that he had chosen a path that denied him the joy of sexual congress when he was young enough to enjoy it.
His eyes widened with a start. His only regret was that he hadn't gotten laid for over 70 years? Why didn't he realise this earlier? He could have made some arrangements!
As he thought it, he realised of course that he couldn't have. It was only the fact that his duty was done and that it was the end of his life that allowed him to think in such... undisciplined... terms. Were it not for the Cuff of Sosumiha, he would be no less full of regrets, but he wouldn't have been in any position to quench them. And he knew that he could not spurn that unique gift.
He realised with a start that he had been staring vacantly into space for the previous few minutes, as he came to terms with his unexpectedly hedonistic desires, and he focussed on his two students, who were looking at him with concern, and also - he realised - sadness. If he explained himself, perhaps his students might be able to... procure him... somebody to... be with... before it was too late. He looked down, ashamed, and spoke softly.
"Since I was a teenager, I have dedicated my life to the rigorous and disciplined study of Tai Sheng Pek Kwar, to the exclusion of all... distractions. I realise now, as my time here is all but done, that I will have but one selfish regret. I regret that I have not partaken of the pleasures of the flesh in the way that those who have not sought the ascetic life of self denial and introspection of a true monkey master might have done. I crave your indulgence, though I am not worthy. Would it be possible that you might go forth and find me a... willing companion... so that I might try to... erase my regret before time runs out?"
There was a silence. It felt like it lasted a week, although it couldn't have been more than a minute. Eventually, Master Fujiwara risked a glance up at his students, terrified that he might see shocked expressions, horror or perhaps even disgust. What he actually saw was a deep and meaningful conversation between Masters Itoh and Kyoki, conducted entirely without spoken words, and mostly with the eyes. It occurred to him only now that perhaps not everybody considered that a proper study of Tai Sheng Pek Kwar required denying oneself all the pleasures of the flesh. And that perhaps Masters Itoh and Kyaki knew more about the pleasures of each others flesh than they had cared to make public.
The silent conversation drew to a close. Mito Kyoki opened her eyes wide as if seeking reassurance, and Tori Itoh smiled, offering it. Perhaps he had even squeezed her hand under the water. She turned to him and spoke softly. "Master Fujiwara. I regret that there is no time for us to find you a willing concubine, and yet it is our great honour to make your last mortal wish come true. Accordingly, and as a mark of our respect for you, Sensei, it is my honour to offer you my body!".
It was the only thing to be done, she told herself. They could not conceivably have considered asking such a thing of any of the villagers, though she suspected that one or two who had swooned over the steel-like pectorals and rippling abdominals of Toshimiru's extraordinary torso might have been willing. She knew that if she or her lover Tori had taken the fastest horse in the village, galloped at full speed into the dusk to the nearest town that might have a geisha house, and brought back a concubine at the gallop, the water clock would have long since emptied, and Master Fujiwara gone to meet his ancestors unsated. Her wordless discussion with Tori had covered all this ground, and hehad agreed with her impeccable logic, even giving her his blessing and reassuring her that he would not be jealous or upset if she made an old man very happy before he died. She did notice though that he wasn't leaving. He was obviously going to stay right there in the bath and watch.
And probably enjoy the show.
It did help greatly that she knew Master Fujiwara, held him in the greatest of esteem, and was only too glad to do something deeply meaningful for him in his last hours of life. It helped even more that Master Fujiwara was in the body of Toshimiru, who at 28 had had a physique, a sexual magnetism, and a sheer physical presence, that was truly legendary. Just looking at his face made her knees weaken, and his body...
She had moved closer to his powerful and well defined torso, and now she stood up, exposing her petite breasts above the soapy water. She was looking down on him slightly as he sat, and he quickly placed his hand on her shoulder and looked at her tenderly, his face mirroring the deep gratitude he felt.
"Master Kyoki, you are beautiful, and I am indeed honoured, not to mention deeply touched that you should consider such a wonderful and selfless gesture for a foolish old man. But I must explain... that, well... my desires... you are a woman, and I really have need of..."
Her eyes widened as she understood the implications of his words. But her reaction was nothing to the loudly exclaimed "Oh!" that emanated from her lover, who had clearly not anticipated this turn of events.
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