Unblended Ch. 09

This continuing story is based on the setting created by icedragonmo3 in their story The Blending. It contains lots of characters of intersex gender with exaggerated proportions, oral sex, anal sex, multiple cumshots, cum swallowing, polyamorous relationships, incestuous relationships, mildly questionable medical ethics, and bouts of extreme geekery.

As always, all persons participating in sexual activities or described in a sexual manner are at least 18 years of age. All characters, locations, web sites, and scenarios presented here are a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real-world people and places is coincidental.

*****

"Ladies, gentlemen, non-binary fellows: it is my distinct pleasure to be back and to call to order this year's inaugural meeting of the Dungeons & Dragons Club."

If you, dear reader, have any experience participating in a regular tabletop game, I hope you will sympathize with me a bit when I got choked up saying that, and at the round of applause I received from the members of our august assemblage. I had been physically absent for an entire year after the rest of the club (at the time) had blended and my presence became a huge, potentially dangerous distraction. Tessa had been kind enough to engineer a virtual tabletop for me to run the game from home whilst the group played in the wood and metal shops, and last year's campaign concluded successfully, but it just wasn't the same as being there. I'd leaned heavily on Michiko to be DM in my absence, for which I was very grateful.

There were 11 of us gathered in the wood shop, not counting the keen eye of our advisor Mrs. Axelrod (one of the industrial arts teachers and a rabid RPG enthusiast) glancing in our direction as she worked on her own group's campaign. We were scattered around two of the large benches in the shop; I sat at the head of one and Johnny Seaver (a sophomore and the DM of the other group in the club) at the other. He was a pretty good guy, and he seemed a shoe-in for the club presidency at the end of the year. His group of underclasspersons had joined the club midway through last year when they learned we existed, and we were glad to have them. They were currently in the middle of the Pathfinder Rise of the Runelords campaign, and by all accounts they were really enjoying it. Johnny occasionally asked me questions about how to handle certain encounters, and I was happy to help him work through them after normal club hours. I'd further heard that they had continued meeting over the summer. That's all a good steward of the hobby can ask for, really.

"Right, a few items of business before we get to the good stuff," I said, proceeding with the meeting. "First off, I want to thank Miss Sanada for stepping in and running things last year while I was exiled, I really appreciate it." Applause. Michi stood and took a short bow. "Same also to Mrs. Axelrod for being our administration-mandated advisor." More applause. Mrs. Axelrod waved it off with a smile. "Alright. Miss Hauser has graciously reserved us a table at tomorrow's Activity Fair, which I will be manning. You all are of course invited to help out if you'd like."

"I'll be there in spirit," Michiko said.

"Technically, Madame Anime Club President will also in person right next to us at their table," I clarified. "So! Any questions before we dig in?"

"I have one," Donna Mulgrew said, raising her hand. "I see some new faces at the table." She indicted across the bench to Tanya Peterson and Melissa Bourne. Of course, everyone at that bench (which included myself, Michi, Tessa Miller, and Amy Hauser) knew who they were, but it was a fair point.

"Ah, yes," I said imperiously, "these are some new members who have expressed interest in joining this year, Misses Bourne and Peterson. Miss Bourne has some passing familiarity with a different system, and I believe Miss Peterson is completely new to the hobby, but I'm sure that will be no impediment to their joining in."

"Are you seriously this formal all the time?" Tanya asked, giving me a dubious look. Melissa smiled, I was glad she was enjoying herself.

"No, thank the goddess," Donna said, "it's just for the first meeting of the year, it'll pass."

"Thank you, Miss Mulgrew," I said. The other table and Melissa snickered.

"Come on!" Tessa whined. "I wanna know what we're playing!"

"FINE," I said in a huff, "if there's nothing else, we stand adjourned. Disrespectful louts."

Johnny and his group moved off to a different workbench further away as I started arranging my books, dice, and other materials in front of me. The extra space of the workshop usually helped keep the two separate groups from talking over each other too much, with the occasional burst of volume when something interesting happens.

"Okay," I began, addressing my own table of role-playing nerds, "Michi was kind enough to forward the results from the exit survey for last year's campaign, and I wasn't surprised by them. The biggest complaint was the DM not being physically present, which I'm happy to say we've been able to resolve."

"Yeah, we did," Tessa said with a snicker. I rolled my eyes before continuing.

"Overall, everyone appreciated the balance between combat and non-combat, but no one would mind if we tended towards more RP encounters. That said, and despite everyone expressing interest in it, I will not be running, quote:" I glanced down at a sheet of paper for effect. "'an erotically-charged sexventure.' End quote."

Tessa, Donna, and Amy all groaned with disappointment while Michiko shook her head sadly. Tanya and Melissa seemed appropriately amused by the idea, and I heard a snort from Mrs. Axelrod.

"Look," I continued, "I'm sure we'd all enjoy playing through a bodice-ripper campaign as much as the next oversexed group of horny teenagers, but playing at school requires a certain level of decorum. And clothing."

"Hey," Mrs. Axelrod said, "I won't tell anyone if you won't. That kind of game is a hoot!" From what I'd heard, the campaign she currently ran was exactly that kind of game, and I suspected she'd have a lot of good advice about writing and running such a campaign. I was mildly scandalized by her condoning the use of same school, to a bunch of teenagers no less, and I clutched my non-existent pearls with an exasperated huff.

"See!" Michiko said. "I told you she'd be okay with it."

"ANYWAY, let's move on."

*****

The Shining Empire has stood for centuries. Rising from the remains of a terrible conflict now known as the Godwar, the Empire was forged out of countless city-states, united in purpose and ideals by Her Radiant Majesty Solania I, the Shining Empress. But perhaps as legendary as the first Empress were the Sisters of the Wyld, the band of adventurers that uncovered an incredible plot to sunder the nascent Empire and thrust the world back into an age of darkness and despair. In the year 32 A.C., after countless trials and tribulations, the Sisters prevented Vezrauth, a powerful sorcerer and follower of the Seeker In Darkness, from summoning his dark patroness into the world. Instead, he was banished to the space between worlds and the very fabric of the planes was strengthened. Thus, the Sisters of the Wyld passed into legend and myth, the greatest heroes of their age, and the Shining Empire stood as a bastion of peace and prosperity.

At least, that's what the history books say. Written by the victors, as the saying goes, so it's no surprise that the Empire and its Empresses have a sterling reputation. Never mind the blood spilled in the name of peace. Never mind the names lost to the march of history in the spirit of progress. It's how civilization goes, and anyone that says otherwise is either naive or trying to sell something.

Anyway.

The year is 1532 A.C., and the Empire is crumbling. Not all at once, obviously; these things take time. The first cracks appeared when Zazubel, the northern province, started complaining about export tariffs. Export tariffs, then aggressive new free trade agreements, then increased provincial autonomy. The usual track of a member nation contemplating a break from the greater Empire. Her Radiant Majesty Solania XIX would likely have gotten the local leaders to the negotiating table to figure out what the real problem was if two things hadn't happened: a number of other northern provinces joining with Zazubel in demanding changes, and the Imperial envoy sent to feel things out and begin negotiations disappearing. The Empress eventually received his head in a box. The Mountain Confederation (as the northern provinces started calling themselves) disclaimed any responsibility, and things are understandably tense.

Though the face of the world is vastly different than it was 1500 years ago, some things never change. It falls to a group of unlikely allies to discover the threads of a plot centuries in the making and prevent an ancient evil from finishing what it started.

Our story begins, like these things usually do, with bandit trouble. Actually, it's a little more complicated than that: get your guns, fellas, they're robbing the train.

*****

It had been quite a while since I'd delivered a big chunk of exposition to a rapt audience, but you never really lose those skills. I'd gotten into my narrative flow easily, and the looks of excitement flashing across the table indicated I'd decided on the right campaign. I had a feeling the day's character creation session would be dominated by stories from that first adventure, which was fine with me. I looked forward to twisting the veterans' expectations beyond recognition. And that started when I revealed the core books we'd be using: Spycraft, D20 Modern, and the latter's setting expansion, Urban Arcana. I'd been working on blending the two systems together all summer, and now I got to see if my labors were successful.

We spent the next few hours going over the basics of the system and character creation guidelines. Mrs. Axelrod wandered over to look through as well once she found out I was essentially Frankensteining a system together from two games that had been originally published before I was born. I fielded questions as they came up, and there were some deep discussions about who wanted to fill which abstract party role. 5 o'clock arrived too soon, and I asked everyone to reach out over the next week with their character ideas. I knew for a fact that we'd also be meeting on the weekend once we got rolling, given how excited everyone was.

We broke off in the parking lot; Melissa asked Donna for a ride home, and Tessa went with Tanya to have their scheduled time together. Which left Michi and me standing next to our respective vehicles. The Green Goblin (I was still looking for the right name) was looking pretty sweet, but it was utter garbage next to Michiko's car, more accurately Michiko's mother's car: a 1985 Toyota Sprinter Trueno GT-APEX AE86 Hatchback in High-Tech Two Tone. Anime fans amongst my readers will recognize this car as the Eight-Six from Initial D, of which Natsume Sanada and both of her daughters were devoted fans. It was a ridiculous car to let a teenager use as their daily driver, but both Michi and Yukio had both gotten to use it as such when they got their licenses. (Yukio had even used it as a delivery car for a week, but Natsume-san put a stop to that.) I suppose it didn't hurt that Natsume's position at Raytheon allowed her the discretionary funds to own and maintain it in top working condition without any sort of financial strain. Then again, every time I asked what specifically she did there, she said she could tell me, but then she'd have to kill me.

"What's the plan, sexy?" I asked as Michi slid into my arms.

"Go home and get cleaned up," she said, "then come on over. Mom's making sushi, and then we have the whole night to ourselves. Our lovely girlfriends have asked me to investigate how many times I can get you to cum before you run dry. For science."

"Of course," I said, planting a kiss on Michi's nose. "I take it that your sister and her own darling paramour are joining us for dinner?" Akane-san only made sushi when the entire family was together.

Michiko nodded. "Yeah, and something's up. My parents were super nervous about something this morning. Yukio's been acting all squirrelly too, but I can't figure out why. Look, please just promise me you won't get into one of those ridiculous shouting matches with Yukio."

"Alas, I cannot. I haven't seen her in person in over a year."

"Ugh, at least wait until I'm not right next to you, huh?"

"That, I can do."

*****

"NOBUNAGA!" I shouted in my best anime protagonist voice. Yukio Sanada turned and gave me a menacing grin.

"MITSUHIDE!" she replied in kind. We took three steps towards each other before we clenched hands and started grappling. "So! This trap is your doing!"

"And you'll never leave this temple alive," I growled, "even if I must hold you here myself as it burns!"

Historical inaccuracies about the Honnō-ji Incident notwithstanding, this exchange was pretty typical. Yukio and I had bonded years ago over Samurai Warriors, and we both got into the entire Warriors series pretty deep as time went on. Yukio's girlfriend, Lucy Ryan, wasn't much for action games at all, and Michiko and Tessa's tastes ran in different directions, so Yukio and I ended up forging a weird big brother/little brother relationship playing through them and others. That hadn't changed after Yukio blended, and another reason I'd been able to stay sane over the past year was hopping onto a voice channel with her to pick apart Nioh and Nioh 2 together (I'd played the latter but not the former). She was the big brother I'd never had, and I really appreciated that relationship even when she pinned me to the ground and mashed my face into the floor. Protip: never get into a wrestling match with a trained karateka, especially a 6th dan black belt.

"Hello, Ace!" I heard Lucy say, her Scottish brogue detectable even in that short phrase. I wrenched an arm free and waved in her general direction.

"Hey, Lucy! How's grad school treating yo-*crack* OW! DAMN YOU, SANADA!"

"Quite well, thank you," Lucy responded. "Come on, pet, let up a little, huh?"

"If he wants me to let go, he'll make me," Yukio said, leaning over to whisper, "but you can't, can you... *sniffsniff* oh, damn, Ace! What body wash is that, you smell great!"

"Yukio..." Lucy said in a chiding tone.

"It's complicated," I said through my teeth, "but if you stay this close, you're gonna want to switch places with me before long."

That got her attention, and she immediately released me and backed off in a hurry. "Geez! Yeah, right, that's still a thing, huh. You need to fill me in on this business, I only got bits and pieces from Michi."

I flipped over and took a better look at Yukio and Lucy. Yukio was 6' even, shorter than me, with short black hair just off her ear and darker grey eyes than Michi's. Having retained some of her formerly masculine features, she had hard edges to her face and a gymnast's body, slim and muscular. However, the blend decided that Yukio would appreciate having a killer rack, explaining the double Ds sitting proudly on her chest. I'd seen them once when Yukio sent me a titty pic accidentally (at least, I could never prove it wasn't on accident), and they appeared very firm with small, dark nipples.

Lucy's Irish and Scottish heritage was fully reflected in her fiery red hair, then promptly defied with startling dark blue eyes. Her voice was smooth and moderately deep, and was employed swearing blue fire more often than not. She was 5' 10' and exceptionally curvy, with pale, freckled skin, an incredibly full chest, and a substantial rear and thighs. I had seen Lucy's boobs once as well, massive G-cups covered in freckles and topped with similarly large, pale nipples. That titty pic was absolutely on purpose, even though she played it off as a reply to Yukio gone wrong. We had never texted before that, and we had no history of communication to get mixed up in, so the intent there was pretty clear.

"I thought your ladies would have drowned you in spunk by now," Lucy said, giving me an appraising eye.

"They have, from what I heard," Yukio said, "but it's not taking? Is that close?"

"Close enough, brother," I said, getting to my feet. We hugged properly then, and I got to hug Lucy as well, her chest smooshing pleasantly against me as we embraced.

"Oh, Yuki's right," Lucy said, holding me close for a moment, "you smell scrummy." Her hand drifted down to my waist, and I was pretty sure she would have tried to feel me up had Yukio not cleared her throat loudly and conspicuously.

"Hey!" I heard Michiko yell from the kitchen. "Hands off, you hussy!"

I disentangled myself and went in. Akane-san was busy finishing up the sushi rice, cutting in the seasoning mixture into the cooling rice. "It's okay," I said, kissing Michi on her cheek, "we haven't seen each other in a long time, I think a hug is called for."

"I wasn't talking to Lucy," Michi said with a grin.

"Ace!" Akane-san said, holding up a paper fan "Excellent! Here! Fan the rice."

"Hai, okaasan," I replied. I washed my hands quickly before taking the fan and proceeding to fan the rice. This process usually took up to half an hour as the seasoning mixture dried, giving the rice the necessary stickiness for shaping. It was both important and incredibly menial, and I shouldn't have been surprised I would be so pressed into service. Akane-san was wearing a simple blouse, tan slacks, and a bright red apron; her long black hair was secured in a tight bun.

"Someone's moving up in the world," Yukio said, as she and Lucy joined Michiko in setting the table (actually the island in the middle of the kitchen) and pouring drinks for everyone. I was able to watch Akane prepping her knife, sharpening it by hand to a razor edge and then carefully washing and drying both it and the whetstone. Her station on our side of the island was perfectly arranged, with places for the fish, nori, wasabi and pickled ginger, plates and sauce dishes, and the rice once it was ready. Once finished with the knife, she removed some small blocks of fish from the freezer and set them to the side. Essentially, she had set up a little sushi bar in their kitchen, and it helped me picture her commanding something similar in an upscale restaurant.

"Ah!" A deep, feminine voice boomed behind me. "I see your new assistant has finally arrived."

"Kon'nichiwa, otoosan," Lucy and I said. Michi and Yuki did as well, but they said chichi instead, what with being her daughters. Natsume-san had been the first to blend in the Sanada household, and while she identified as a woman (and definitely looked the part, yowza), it amused her to no end to be the father of the family, much as it did Tessa's non-binary dad. She was dressed smartly in a plum-colored power suit, the white blouse underneath the blazer unbuttoned to reveal a light blue camisole underneath. She kept her hair in a short 50s-style bob and dyed in a skunk stripe through the left side, which I thought looked awesome. Yukio got her strong facial features from Natsume, and the elder Sanada could fix one where they stood with a glare should she desire it.

"My loves," she said, planting a kiss on Akane's cheek and then her daughters' as well. Lucy gave Natsume a big hug, and she too received a kiss on her cheek. I smiled before shifting my gaze back to the rice before Natsume saw me watching. The assistants weren't supposed to gawk at the customers, after all.

"Hmm," she said, before leaning over to Akane to whisper conspiratorially, "you sure about this one? He doesn't look like much."