Prelude: Rome: 527AD Beneath the roar of the crowd, down under the layers of stone and mortar, below the greatest monument of Roman engineering, two gladiators lay naked on a bed. Of course this is not unusual for the date and time. It's Saturday, Eight AM, the Colosseum had opened only an hour past and the animal fights were in full swing. This left the human fighters to their own devices until midday when they would first be featured in the brawls. What might have been seen as out of place was the smooth feminine being that lie between the two men. Her raven hair falling about her face, and purple makeup of the highest quality gracing her lips, she could be no less than the wife, or lover, of a high ranking senator. She was asleep, one arm reaching forward, around the backside of the man in front of her, to the battered asshole of the tired gladiator. The other was behind her massaging the spent pole of the other warrior. The two men, unconsciously, were returning the favor. Each of them lending a hand to her incredible breasts. Though while one rubbed his palm over a tattoo, which seemed to be the symbol for Mars and Venus fused together with a feathered wing opposite the arrow from Mars's portion of the mark, the other was caressing a flaccid member that hung from the woman's smooth pubic regions. London 1778 In a garden behind a wealthy estate, a young man no older than twenty-five sat at a table sipping warm tea whilst reading an imported newspaper, which regarded, unbiased, to the Colonial Revolution. While most who knew the man, or rather thought they knew him, would think he'd lament the news of further resistance, the young merchant simply smiled. "The colonist are winning I suppose?" Came a soft female voice from behind a wall of greenery. "Not quite, which is all the better. Jasque will be able to sell the next load of ammunition for a ten percent increase." "Do you think it wise to profit from the suffering of others." The woman spoke with the air of experience. If the man's theory about her was accurate, she had far more experience than any sage to date. "I'd ask King George the same thing, but I enjoy living FAR too much, especially with you here." he smirked. The woman started to say something but it turned into a heated moan, and there was a squeak of a younger female who had been suddenly surprised by something. A few moments later, a young maid walked from behind the hedge, her outfit slightly ruffled. She had her fingers to he lips as if holding back something. The man stopped her and gave her a wry look. The maid would have sighed had her mouth not been occupied. She swallowed and her whole body flushed. The man stepped aside and turned to the place where the young girl had emerged from. Garbed in naught but a sheer violet silk robe, the man's raven haired mistress stood waiting for him, breasts aloft and phallus erect. Mizuraku, Japan (several dozen kilometers North of Tokyo) 2021 AD. The narrator would like to apologize, in advance, that this is not simply a story comprised solely of lustful moments. This tale is one of plot, which is accentuated by the details its author puts into such scenes that the previous passages stem from/lead into respectively. Without further hindrince, the Narrator presents,.... Mystic Remix Narrator: Seriously that's what you're calling it? Author: Shut up and stick to the script. Narrator: Fine... Chapter One: Enter the Gaijin. Mizuraku is, or perhaps was is more applicable, a quiet little burgh. With a population under 10,000 it could hardly be called a city by Japanese standards. Still it had several elementary schools, two middle schools, and a single high school. For a short time there had been two high schools. However, due to the nearly non-existent male population, the boys school was scrapped and turned into a park, while the girls' school was expanded a slight, and made co-ed. Out of the limelight from most big intercity festivals, Mizuraku boasts no martial arts teams, no sports clubs, not even a summer house from some rich parliament offical. It was simply a town out of the way of the rest of the country, and its citizen's liked that just fine. In particular the newest citizen to the city ,and in greater perspective the country, found this most appealing. A 17 year old American boy, whose birth name he has cast aside for its closet Japanese equivalent; Saruwatari Masato. As he stood in front of his new class, he made a quick glance at its occupants, mostly girls who just seemed like average Jane's, a few boys that didn't strike out as anything interesting, but a few young ladies, scattered across the room seemed to catch his eye. The first, and least obvious, was a blond with two pigtails hanging from her sides, after being tied in artful spheres, her gaze was out the window to the passing clouds and the post dawn sky. Usagi, age sixteen, was a day dreamer, and a struggling student, not for lack of trying, more so for sheer lack of focus. She stifled a yawn as the First period teacher was explaining that Masato was not an exchange student, rather a refugee from the war in North America, where the 'United' States was, once again, split, this time between Conservative East, and Liberal West. The teacher was a beauty to behold and Masato had restrained a blush upon first seeing her. Tifa Lockheart was a twenty-two year old woman with a body like a goddess. Her curves didn't seem to end, and what flesh could be seen under her conservative attire, was toned with muscles that seemed to hint at a hidden strength many in the male population would cause mayhem to experience, if only to be that close to her. Her long brown hair fell all the way to her knees, though it was tied up, somehow, in an incredibly braid. Her crimson eyes seemed to catch every act of misconduct in her classes and was a stalwart follower of rules, if they were practical. Next catching Masato's eye was a rather...voluptuous... student, Shiranui Mai. Bright brown hair in a back length ponytail, her blue eyes gleamed with the light of a predator as Masato entered. Biiiiig trouble. The young man though. Certainly so, the young lady of seventeen was an heiress of sorts, to her late father, whose father had been a founder of the city. As such, her mother held a great deal of sway in matters in the city, and Mai could exercise certain...practices...in order to bolster her grades. While Usagi's poor marks were from simple inadequate brain power, Mai...just didn't care. She spent most class time sending provocative looks toward what males may be 'lucky' enough to be in her class. Behind this buxom brunette, was a short quiet girl with blue hair and eyes similar to Tifa's; Ayanami Rei. The girl was quiet, she was studeous, and she was intelligent....that's all most people knew about her. She seemed to appear from nowhere, simply appearing around city hall one day, looking for housing and papers to begin schooling. Her housing was on campus, with many of the girls who opted to get out of their homes, though she worked in the school's store for other expenses. In the far back and center of the room two girls with red hair were debating furiously, though only one of them had naturally red hair, the shorter of the two dying her blonde hair save for the tips. "Rikku! Asuka!" The shorter girl and natural redhead both looked up as their names came up respectively. As Tifa chided them on speaking in class Masato took a good look at them. What he saw was a short girl of less than 5' with sleek, dyed red hair in a punk'd out school uniform, and a slightly, ever so, taller girl with curly red hair and a pompous look on her freckled face, also with punk'd uniform, and strange red hair clips. After Tifa finished chided the two for not paying proper respect to the newcomer, she let Masato greet the class. He opened his mouth to speak when a large flatulent noise came from the back of the class, two of the only four boys in the room were smirking at the gaijin. Masato only chortled. "Honestly if your going to make that kind of jest, at least learn ventriloquism first." He said in a casual tone. He put two fingers to his lips, then from behind the boys came the sound of a large lion's roar. The boys both jumped in their seats and spun around, seeing nothing. When they turned back to Masato, the young man only smiled. The next three periods past without incident, Masato keeping to himself mostly, though attracting the gaze of many of the girls. He didn't think much of it, he was the new guy in a school were the male population was slim, and apparently not every piece of meat was a choice cut. He saw a small gang of four leering at him with a murderous intent, all of them were those from his classroom, but Masato felt their positioning was odd, there was a gap in the middle, like they were missing their leader. "Grea~t...I've pissed of the mini-yakuza on day one..." he sighed. He spoke in Japanese, "I'd be careful swinging 'round the word 'yakuza', new blood." Masato spun around as a voice that was both female and oddly masculine at the same time responded to his statement. The woman was about as tall as Masato, which was something for a woman of Japanese descent, just about every female he'd met so far was less than shoulder level to him. She was donning a black tanktop and seemed to be wearing a sports bra underneath, she was also sporting some running shorts under which he saw the typical undergarment worn by girls in gym classes. Her body was clearly muscular, more so than Tifa at least, yet she still held feminine curves to her form. "You're the Phys. Ed. Teacher I presume?" He asked, offering a hand to shake. She shook it enthusiastically and smiled. "Yep. Names Mayumi, nice to meet you, Masato right? Yankee kid." Masato laughed. " 'Yankee'? I thought that term just ment people who dye their hair blonde." "Maybe...well...like I said you'd best watch what you say, schools have been upping security and crap to all sorts of levels. Don't know what they're worrying bout round here though, sides not even the Yak's in Tokyo are recruiting from High schools anymore." "Thanks Mayumi-sensei...I'll make sure all my sly comments are in English from now on..." he smiled as she let out a laugh and slapped him on the back, almost sending him into the ground. Damnit! She's strong! He thought as he walked away. Note: Be Very careful around crazy gym lady." He sighed and walked over to a tree on a small hill. He had a bento box under his arm, and as he ate the lunch he'd made, he looked around the campus. With almost the whole student body outside he got a good idea and how in the minority the boys were. He sighed and turned his gaze toward Usagi who was coming up the hill, in deep conversation with a shy looking girl with blue hair and similar eyes. When they noticed Masato they both stopped. Assuming their reason Masato bowed his head in apology. "Gomen Nasai, I didn't mean to take this spot, if it's your usual place." he got up to leave, Bento already half closed when Usagi waved her hands. "Nonono, we've both already eaten, I just wanted to get away from the others when I asked Ami to help me with...well...." She seemed to have trouble saying it and Ami didn't seem to want to guess, so Masato adlibed. "Didn't Motoko-sensei assign some anatomy report to make up for the one you missed?" He smiled. "OH!" Ami lit up with glee. "Is THAT all? Geez! The way the Rei was smirking I thought it was something serious..." "Rei? Smirk?" Masato blinked, trying to imagine the stoic girl smiling. "Different Rei." Usagi said bluntly. "Total Bi-" "USAGI!" Ami pouted. The blonde sighed, and shrugged, before looking to Masato. "Actually, if you want we could both use a little extra help on the project, Sensei she wanted a detailed report and well...." "Our books are a little prudish." Ami sighed. "Hopefully your knowledge from your schooling will help." "" Masato said in an English undertone. He noticed the blush on Ami's face and realized she'd understood more than enough. — After last bell, Ami and Usagi were both waiting near the student parking lots. Normally they'd walk back to their dorm, but Masato had asked them to let him give them a ride. They'd briefly debated what manner of automobile Masato would have managed to acquire so shortly after arriving in Japan, they were surprised, to say the least, when he came up riding a jet black motorcycle that looked like something out of an Anime. It had a silver wolf and the word 'Romulus' inlaid in silver on both sides just in front of the handles' covering. He held out two helmets by their straps, "Hop on, there should be enough space for both of you." He said with a smile. They both exchanged shocked looks before smiling, putting on their helmets, and getting on. Ami was pressed between Usagi and Masato, which made her blush inside her helmet. While Usagi had her arms on Masato's chest, which she found to be quite firm, causing her to go equally red. Masato, to his credit, was more focused on driving than the physical contact he was getting. As he drove up to the street leading to the dorms, he passed a violet corvette, very briefly, his eyes shimmered as a subconscious reaction to a mystic field occurred. He looked to the right, but too late, the car was already heading in the opposite direction of where he was headed. Within that car two people were engaged in some careful caressing. One, the driver, was a tall woman, who looked to be in her mid 30's with a smooth, curvaceous, body, an incredible bust line with powerful hips, a bone structure and muscular tone hinted at hidden strengths. Her violet eyes shimmered like her smooth lipstick and nail polish. A beauty mark on her cheek completed a look feminine power. Offsetting this was the young man currently leaning over her lap, tending to her sexual needs. Shinji was a victim of circumstance. His father had been involved in a horrid series of affairs and had been charged with various crimes ranging from molestation of minors, to high treason. Shinji he'd been given a new identity and relocated here, under the previously noted woman's care, for his own safety. The scrawny, brown-haired, boy was a bit of a recluse, not speaking up in his classes, but always doing well enough that he didn't attract negative attention. In fact his IQ was well above average, but to avoid as much detection as possible he was taking the slow, steady path the average citizens all took. At this point the narrator must stop to point out the obvious. Mizuraku was a city of secrets, of people with things to hide, or people who didn't want to get involved in the big affairs of the nation at large. It's original conception was to be such a city, a haven for victims and refugees of circumstances beyond their control. As the woman drove at a steady speed, she casually shifted gears letting out a soft sigh every time Shinji's tongue did something exceptional, which would cause the boy to redouble his efforts til she was moaning softly. The boy was exceptional at his task, at the very least, his tongue would trace the soft lines of her flesh, his lips would close and he would suckle on her engorged tip until it was drenched in his saliva. Then he would take the entire shaft into his mouth. The woman, or rather hermaphrodite, whom he was pleasuring went by the name of Lulu. The observant reader will note she is the same hermaphrodite mentioned twice before in this tale, and indeed, while this woman is human, she is far more than a simple guardian. More will be spoken of her later, but for now... "Is something wrong, Lulu?" Shinji asked. A bit of saliva mixed with precum dripped from the corner of his mouth. Lulu swiftly wiped it off with a fingertip and put it in her mouth savoring the flavor. "No, Shinji...but I think this school's mystic population just increased by one..." — Masato looked back along the road through his rear view mirrors, He could see the car turning off toward what he guess was an apartment complex for faculty, but he didn't know for sure. He sighed and turned the bike toward the entrance to the parking lot for Girl's dorm, number six. As they walked inside, Masato was surprised at the near emptiness of the place. "Most girls are probobly out round the town square," Usagi sighed. "Arcade is there, and the shopping centre." A firm hand bopped her on the head from a doorless entry way to the blonde's right. "Focus on your work first Usagi," came a young, yet maternal voice. "Matoko!" Ami smiled as a tall brunette, she had at least four inches on Masato and she was wearing slippers, wrapped her arms around the small blue haired girl. Masato averted gaze so he didn't stare at the short intimate moment. He risked a glance and found they were very much carrying on. Usagi sighed and motioned for him to follow her up the stairs near the entrance. "Those two really hit it off last month," the blonde smiled. "Ami's dad got a transfer, but Ami didn't want to leave. Matoko marched over there and practically roared at the old fart to let her stay, and that she'd pay for all of Ami's housing bills here herself." She stated this rather casually, and Masato figured there was more to it than what she'd said. "Wow...that sounds rough..." the young man said with a grimace. "Not really, she's got rent for half the girls here covered just in one of her bake sales. She's that awesome." Usagi laughed as she opened a door to her room. Masato thanked the Kami that Usagi wasn't a what he'd been made to think of as a typical teenage Japanese girl. The walls weren't plastered with Shonen-Ai (Boy/Boy) posters. The wall paper wasn't a Hello Kitty pink, but the sheets were, yet most of her stuff seemed to be hard rock bands, she even saw a few 20th century American band posters. The blonde plopped down on the bed, tossing a bound stack of books she'd checked out of the school library to the side, and groaned in dispair. "I. Hate. Reports!!!" she declared to the ceiling. "HATE 'EM, HATE 'EM HAAAAAATE 'EM!!!" She sighed and leaned back up to face Masato, who'd rested his bag by the door. "Really? I don't like them much either, but I always tell myself: 'If I persist in my effort, the weight of my load will lessen. If I cut through each one, eventually they'll all be gone. If I fail to do this, I will be overwhelmed, and I will perish in agony.'...What's with that look?" He asked, Usagi was smiling at him oddly. "I didn't know you were a poet." she laughed. "Poet? I'm not-" the blonde put a finger to his lips. "Ami and Makoto are gonna take their time, I bet...we have thirty minutes at least...why don't we put of that report for a bit, hmm?" she said with a smile. "Usagi...we...I just met you this morning!" Masato protested. "So what, you like to drag it out a bit? Come on, I might be a little dense when it comes to books, but I can read people pretty easy. I saw you eyeing up the girls in our class...besides... I wanna have some fun with you before that Slut Mai tries to get her teeth into you..." "But I've...well...I've never-" He started before she kissed him lightly before saying. "All the more reason for me break you in now, otherwise..." "Otherwise?" "She'll use you, abuse you, and turn you into a little lapdog..." Usagi said in a grim tone. "Mai? She doesn't seem that mean." The blonde shook her head. "No, Mai's okay, a slut as I've said...but its her MOM that's the evil one." she shuddered. "O-kay... let's put that conversation off to another time." Usagi took this as his acceptance to her offer and smiled in glee. "Great! Now let's get this off of you!" she said as she undid his belt and jeans. Masato didn't get a chance to protest as she already had her hands around his length, massaging it through his black and red boxers. (Honestly I feel I need to comment on the superiority of boxers to briefs...but its just so obvious its redundant to say so.) She smiled and looked up at his crimson face. "My my, Big Bad American boy brought a missile with him overseas...naughty thing..." She said, with a wicked grin. That was all Masato need to see. " peelsa llaf!" he said in a powerful tone, two fingers raised. Usagi let out a sigh and fell asleep. Masato slipped out from under her and looked around, his eyes fell on the bundle of books. He tore off the string binding them together and looked at them with eyes unclouded by the mundane. He saw in three of the five, dead trees, torn apart to be made into pages and covers. In one he saw a cold processed artificial book, that he noted, for its size cost thrice as much as the other books, last he saw what he was looking for; a book of Magicks. A living tome with sentience and intelligence. It was magick given shape, power given form. "Why did you stop her..." came a soft as silk voice from the leafs of the book. "She felt no qualms in pleasuring you..." "But I was not entirely satisfied with the idea of her being pressured by something beyond her perception and comprehension." Masato countered, angered at the book's actions. Tomes were meant to aid a Mystic when they bid it to, or to harm others when they were commanded to obey a single master. However some books, like this one, were able to move through space, and sometimes time, to seek out their own purposes, mostly by being used so many times, their mystical energies build enough for them to take on human form, and be free to live immortal lives as they saw most fit: using the same magicks they did before, just enjoying it for themselves. "So what are you? A tome of feminine lust?" The boy asked as he sat on a chair. The book tilted itself so its cover faced him, and it opened to the portrait of a seated woman, with legs crossed, she seemed incomplete, but only slightly, the tone of her skin was flat, and her hair seemed incomplete. Her face was full of life though and she was smiling at Masato. "You're a perceptive one, I'll give you that....but honestly, I'm a bit more...I don't just give girls to take part in sexual acts...I give them certain...tools...to open far more avenues of desire..." She smiled a gentle smile when she saw the look of shock on Masato's face, but when his look turned to a smile itself, she was grinning as wide as a Cheshire cat. "Hermaphrodisia Libris..." he breathed. "Harriet to my closer friends." the woman smiled she uncrossed her legs and an erect member sprung up between her legs. How Masato wished she was already a flesh and blood being, how he wished he could hold her, and be held by her... "Oh dearie me, I'm not doing a thing and your thinking such dirty, lustful thoughts?...Have you been looking for me, sweet child?" Masato could only nod as he blushed a slight. The woman smiled and motioned for Masato to draw near. The boy obliged without hesisation, and was soon kneeling so he was level with the portrait as it was propped up on the bed. "I can make any girl as I appear now...The more I do that-" she began. "The closer you are to being real..." Masato finished. "Indeed...will you help me? I swear on all gods and goddesses, I will do no ill to you or them, or their kin if I can so help it...alas sometimes humanity make stupid choices...but I'll avoid pushing them towards the cliffs of error." Suddenly Masato felt a warmth all over him, he was well within Harriet's sphere of control, he could feel a heat around his shaft and at his puckered anus. "A gift. So when you experience the pleasure these herms will give you...you feel only the sweetest of pleasures..." The book closed, Tomes only had a limited time with which they could speak in human tongues. "Masato?" Usagi was awake, and there was a large bulge under her skirt. She looked at him with eyes filled with lust, this time it came from within herself, not from the book. "Take me..." she begged in a heated whisper. Masato's pants were off before he was back on the bed. He worked his way down her body; kissing her, fondling her breasts, licking soft tender spots on her torso. She curled her toes as he finally reached her skirt and cock beneath. He pulled it off and his body reacted appropriately to the sight and smells of her pent up sex. He couldn't quite see were it sprouted from above her clitoris, so hidden by her pink panties. Is that a bunny on there? He chuckled inside, but then his attention was solely on her newly formed dick. "Wow..." Usagi said for him. "She didn't say it would get that big..." She...Masato smirked. Was Harriet talking to Usagi's mind the whole time we were talking...sneaky little tome... he smiles as he ran his tongue along her length. She let out a heated, surprised, and outright exhilarated moan. He licked her up and down, nibbling occasionally at the soft tip under the opening into her phallus. Her new penis seemed to be circumcised, not to unusual, and Masato had little trouble getting the first half of it into his mouth before Usagi put her hands on the side of his head and pulled him back up. He looked up at her in surprise, wasn't he doing a good job? He was following his instincts and doing what he'd have enjoyed in her position, or maybe that wasn't enough...She was smiling though and said simply. "Let me do you too..." So they reposistioned themselves and now Masato was resting his head on a pillow with Usagi's cock hanging over his head, her dripping pussy juices followed a curved and streamed down the underside of her cock, adding a sweetness to the taste of her cock. While that was going on, Usagi was taking the whole of Masato's cock into her mouth, fondling his balls and fingering has ass as she drew it in and out of her mouth. This went on for ten minutes before Masato's limit was reached, he came into Usagi's mouth, moaning around her phallus as he did so. She didn't falter for a second, sucking his seed into her mouth and swishing it around her mouth for a second before she swallowed it happily. She licked his cock clean before she pulled her own, still throbbing member out of his mouth. "Hey now, I thought it was polite to come together?" She said in a joking tone. Before Masato could apologize the girl shook her head. "Don't worry...you can make it up to me..." Masato's cock twitched a bit, it desperately wanted to be erect when she did what he imagined her doing from the moment he'd seen that bulge under her skirt. He rolled on to his stomach, his ass in the air as she got on her knees to penetrate, but... "I...I can't reach." Usagi pouted. Even on their knees, Masato was much taller than the girl, and she couldn't penetrate at that angle. Thinking for a moment, the young man smiled."Hold on," he took her shoulders and in held her to the bed, positioning himself over her cock, his own getting close to half its full size. As the soft, wet, tip made contact with his puckered hole, Masato smiled at the blonde hermaphrodite beneath him. "Ready?" he asked. Her eyes were wide and she nodded, "Yes." He descended onto her shaft and they both let out short gasps of mixed pain and pleasure. With all her magicking, Harriet had failed to warn Masato that he'd still held onto his anal virginity, so the pain was still there, at first, but it was fading fast as the blonde bucked her hips under the boy. Masato pulled back a slight and soon he was on his back and Usagi was pounding into him, his legs wrapped around her back and his cock pointed at his face. He didn't take notice of this until after a half an hour of pounding against each other, they both spasmed and their respective loads exited their cocks. "Oh damn it..." Masato got out before his seed exploded onto his face, covering it almost completely. After a minute or so Usagi let out a little giggle and licked some of it off his face, allowing him to open his left eye. "Wow, that was quite a load." She said, breathing heavily. Her hair had come out of its pigtails and now hung like a tent around their faces. She descended and began to slowly kiss the young man clean, as the curly haired foreigner savored the afterglow. A light giggle came from his right, and he turned his head to look, thinking it was Harriet, only to see Ami and Makoto. Both of them were giggling, both of them were naked, and both of them had erect cocks between their legs. "Harriet...you crazy book you..." Masato smiled.