Scene:  Engine Room, Bistromath.  Or a VR outdoor cafe, in the VR French
dinerscape which makes up the Engine Room of the Bistromath.  A Hikaru 
Gosunkugi with 60's hair waddles his way into the Room.

Switch:  Darnit... still haven't seen Joseph.  Wonder what happened?  Last
I saw, I got rid the young girl part of his curse, and... (drools slightly)
oh, yeah.  I drooled over her, and she booted me to Kingdom Come.  (sits on
a chair)  She sure has a kick-butt bod...

Waiter Drone:  Menu, sir?

Switch:  What?  Oh, sure.  And bring me someone's fanfic so that I can 
review it in a witty, snide and interesting, MST3K-esque manner.

Waiter Drone:  Yes, sir.

Switch:  Wonder where that'll get me.

He picks up a newspaper, and sends the Bistromath trillions of miles to the
left.  Browsing, he crumples his nose.

Switch:  Killing authors is in season?  Might have to go starhopping.  
(takes out card, with the words "FRED Draft Card" on front)  Still have 
three millenia on this.

Waiter Drone:  Paying with Visa, sir?  (takes card abruptly)  Very good, 
sir.  (Drone turns after plopping two pamphlets on the table, readjusting 
the Bistromath's trajectory by a few million miles)

Switch:  Hey, wai-!  (sly-smiles)  That's that.  He better not go to FRED 
anytime soon.  Left some 3 million tons of KP duty, there.  (picks up a 
copy of Keener's Connections! and reads)

   Here it is, straight from the Parrot King to you. Believe me, just
when you think you know what's going on, you havenn't gotten to the end
yet ^_- Please read and enjoy, the lemon is just flavoring and easily
ignored and the story begins and ends.

Switch:  Hey, waiter!  I thought your lemon fics were made of REAL lemon!

MST, C&C, anything is welcome and encouraged. Please, give generously...

Switch:  Sure... (writing some computations)  How does Switzerland sound?

Disclaimer: Tenchi Muyo belongs first to it's orginal creators, all
twenty thousand of them, secondly to AIC and finally to Pioneer. Please
worship any and all of them at the temple of your choice.

Switch:  He forgot "gonads not included".

OtakuNXS presents...

                                   Connections

Switch:  How could it not be a lemon?  With a title like that...

   So empty, so alone, yet he was there, filling up the void with his
presence, or reminding you how vast the darkness really was. His
handsome face was full of smiles, smiles that hinted, that tempted, but
never confirmed. The boys eyes made you panic to be caught up in them,
but made you beg they'd linger, just a bit more. And his voice, okay, it
was a trifle nasal and had a tendency to get on one's nerves, ...

Switch:  Only if you listen to the dubs, that is.

... but if that voice could just whisper three little words, all could 
be forgiven. ...

Switch:  "It's on me."  I suppose that would beat out "I am gay" at least
half of the week, when they're not out saving the universe, as... Pirate
Senshi!

All in all, he was the sort to melt a heart, or break it completely.
Tenchi sneezed.

Switch:  ... and turned into a blond Rambo.

Waiter Drone turns, wearing a bandanna and a blond wig.  Waiter Drone
sneezes, going back to Waiter Drone.

   Ayeka and Ryoko sighed softly, a ceiling separating them, a world of
differences keeping them apart, and yet still very much connected. The
space pirate yawned drowsily, basking in the sun's warmth and letting
the energy seep into her. Cats may worship the moon, but it's the
sunlight that whispers sweet dreams, and today's rays spoke only of
finding companionship in a dream lover's arms.

Waiter Drone:  (Mariah Carey voice)  Dream lover, come rescue me...

SD Switch:  Karaoke!  Wai!  Wai!

   The young princess, on the other hand, was quite awake. The
moonlight had been gentle with her last night, ...

Switch:  Probably a soft lover... oh.  No lemon yet.

... and though she welcomed the power the sun brought, ...

Waiter Drone:  (Captain Planet voice)  Nothing like a little sun to 
recharge my solar cells!

Switch pelts Waiter Drone with a sunny-side up.

a silent voice in her head remembered the deliciousness of his wispy 
embrace. If only she hadn't awoken. He had looked at her with dark, 
mysterious eyes and said...

   "Ayeka, I've got something for you."

Switch:  Oh, yeah?  Toys'R'Us finally had a Tickle Me Azaka doll?

   Ayeka only partially winced at the pinched voice. "And I, something
for you, my love." she sighed, remembering.

Switch:  Oh, yeah?  Toys'R'Us finally had a Tickle Me Yosho doll?

   "Um, what are you talking about? Don't you want this package?
Grandfather said you had been waiting for it for some time."

Switch:  Shoot.  It's the Tickle Me Old-Man Yosho doll.

   Maybe he's just got sinus problems, I'm sure Washu could do
something about... wait a sec. ...

Switch:  How sure are you she didn't give him... oh.  No lemon yet.

... The dream Tenchi always sounded like David Sobolov, not Ned Flanders. 
...

Waiter Drone:  (Ned Flanders voice)  Well, howdy-diddly, Lady-daiddly
Ayeka!

Switch grumbles about Slartibartfast and voice-actors.

   "Nevermind, Lord Tenchi, please come on in." ...

Switch:  What?  He's already coming... oh.

... She blushed slightly at the last, damn that woman for pointing out
that strange earthen pun, now she could not keep the vulgar thoughts

>from coming... arrrrggghhh!

Switch:  What?  She's already... heh.

   "I could, I could come at another time, Ayeka. I'll just leave the
package outside."

   "No, now's the perfect time to...  come." the young woman placed a
hand over her forehead and sighed heavily as she sat down. The blush
burned it's way through her skin.

Switch:  I am now sure that they have no concept of foreplay in Jurai.

Waiter Drone:  Must be all those wives.

Switch:  (nods knowingly)  So many women, so little time.

   "Are you sure? If you don't want me to come inside I could
always..."

   "Lord Tenchi! Get in here and give me your package already!"

Switch:  I knew she was the dominating type!  All those pictures of
Ayeka in leather can't be wrong!

... Ayeka's face went deathly pale, her eyes wider then saucers, of 
the space faring, unidentified variety. 

Switch:  Not to be confused with the Java-toting type.

... Tenchi closed the door behind him and smiled nervously, holding 
the package as if to fend off attack.

   "Oh, forgive me Lord Tenchi, I didn't mean to yell, I was just
getting so frustrated and..."

Switch:  Now she wants to be the slave.  Make up your mind, woman!

   "No-no problem, I know it's hard and all, waiting for this package I
mean, you must have wanted it real bad." The young man gave it to her,
just like she wanted. "Ummmm, Ayeka?"

   "Wha...? Oh, sorry, just kind of caught up in the narrative." 

Switch ROFLALs until he kills the Shift key.

... She smiled and accepted the package graciously, her hands lingering 
on his own for only a moment longer then necessary, yet not nearly as 
long as she wanted. Placing the package on the table, she pulled off the 
wooden scepter attached to it and activated it with her own key. The 
object's center jewel began to glow and the image of a beautiful woman
appeared...

   <Oh Ayeka-poo... I hope your well, momzie misses her sweatums, and
little Sasami-chan, oh how harsh a thing that a man's loins is sharp
enough to tear a young girl barely formed from her mother's womb. That a
heated embrace was worth more then a motherly snuggle, that...>

Switch:  "... you wouldn't want to share him with momzie so that we can 
have the best of both worlds..."

   Ayeka sighed, while Tenchi scratched his head absently. A small bit
of mental concentration and the image speed through what must have been
hours of prime quality, A-list flight, get your passports early,

Switch:  ... one way, no-refund, see you when you get there ...

motherly guilt trip.

   <Anyway, as you requested, I have sent you some new outfits, ask and
you shall receive sayeth the prophets, and I am the poor stone you so
shamelessly toss first, right as you bleed it dry... what? Oh, Funaho
says hi... where was I? Oh well, anyway, I packed along Devo-chan,
thought perhaps you could find some use for it, just remember to read
the warning first, and always wait at least three days after eating
before...>

Switch:  (blinks)  Eating?  Oh, yeah... waiter!  Some lemonade, a steak
cooked in lemon juice and some lemon meringue pie!  And make it quick!

   The message was cut short by Ayeka's mental command, as she slowly
opened the package. There it was, sitting atop a rather virginal white
nightgown, somehow, the twisted length of Devo-chan's black handle made
even that look naughty. Tentatively, she let two of her fingers brush
it's finely polished edge, barely even disturbing the tethered vine that
extended from it. But all the thing needed was that most absent of
touches. Ayeka froze, back arched, eye's closed.

Switch:  Which eye?

   "Ayeka? Or you okay?" Tenchi placed a questioning hand atop her
shoulder, concern twisting his visage.

Switch:  (winces)  Sounds painful.

Then, slowly, a small smile on her lips, she turned to him.

   "There is no Ayeka, only ZOOL!" She lifted the whip from it's
resting place and let it fly with easy flicks of her wrist. Devo-chan
snapped and lashed, cracked and thrashed.

Switch:  Quick, flick out your zapper, turn on the proton accelerator,
and let forth a stream of excited... oh.  Let's not forget that she's the 
Gatekeeper...

   Tenchi did the only logical thing, he screamed like a little girl,
and fainted dead away.

Waiter Drone:  (Mr. Spock voice)  I concur, Captain.  All Vulcans will
scream like a little girl, and faint dead away, at the mention of...

Switch:  Zool?

Waiter Drone screams like a little girl and faints dead away.

Switch:  Good riddance.

   "Anno?" Ryoko awoke suddenly, which considering the dream, was
probably for the best. Why they had to fight celestial creatures, ride
around in anorexic robots and take orders from Tenchi's father who just
smiled evilly and videotaped everything, was beyond her. Of course, at
least Tenchi had been there, and in that skimpy little outfit too, yum.
But how the boy had managed to sound even MORE annoying perplexed the
young woman.

Switch:  I know there's a ref here...

(Refrigerator falls on SD Switch, with number 54 on side.)

   She stretched, scratched her backside and began phasing through the
roof. Ah well, just a dream, and not worth any undue worry, certainly
not a fic. 

Pervert:  Heh-heh.  She said... "fic."  Heh.  Heh.

... After phasing through the fourth wall, the cyan haired female
paused halfway through the ceiling. A voice having stopped her cold.
Damn, Ayeka's room, oh well, might as well keep going if I'm out this
far. Wait a sec, she sounds a bit... odd.

   "Beg you worthless dog, beg for the right to speak my name! The name
that whisper's it's way to the dark side of your heart. The name of your
mistress! "

Switch:  Ye's!  Beg, you insolent... he-he...

   Yep, she'd never let a participle dangle like that. Wait a sec,
mistress? Spiky hair and slitted eyes pulled it's way through the
ceiling and bare feet hit the floor. She surveyed the scene before her.
Ayeka was whipping HER Tenchi, and doing a good job of it too. Not a
single mark marred his body, and his face held more fear then actual
sting. The princess had even managed to tie the boy to get his shirt
off, the shredded remains of which littered the floor.

Switch:  (eyes lighting up at the sight of his order)  At last!  Now give
me my fork and knife, and let me dig in!

   Ayeka turned from her captive and smiled wickedly at her rival. "Ah,
someone else wishes to feel the tip of my whip. Come then wild child,
let's see what you've got." with a snap, the blank tendrils of the whip
tore Ryoko's outfit open, spilling her ample bosom for the world to see.

Switch:  Aww... those weren't real?  Ryoko had implants?

Waiter Drone slaps a couple of quick ones to Switch's nape.

Switch:  Yowtch!  (grabs nape)  Chopsticks?!  I want a knife and a fork!

   Snarling, Ryoko stepped forward proudly. "About a good size or two
more then you." Ayeka considered this as Tenchi simply slumped forward,
nose bleeding, brain on standby.

Switch:  About a good one or two more than he could handle at a time.

   "Humph, anything more then can fit in a wineglass is unnecsecary,
besides, they make wonderful targets." grinning maniacally, she sent
another strike toward her newest playmate. A called shot, straight for
the nipple, left breast.

   It never even got to cleavage level, Ryoko smiled wickedly, the whip
held tight in her right arm. "Are you really the best Uranus.... I mean
Jurai can produce?"

Haruka:  I should probably belt her for that.

Switch:  Quiet.  Go back to Park Life and give your pink-haired man his
dance.  (poofs Haruka)

   "Ho-how did you do that?"

   Ryoko was seething. How long had this been going on? Her heart ached
and her face burned, how long had they been laughing at her? Friendly
smiles seemed to turn to malicious grins... or worse, pity. The
emptiness inside of her seemed to gnaw away at her very being, the
thirst coming to a head, like a man slowly watching a mirage fade before
him. All she could think about, was the need to fill the void.

Switch:  We all know where that void is.

Waiter Drone slaps him another pair of quick ones.

Switch:  Knife and fork, darnit!

   With a snap, she sent Ayeka flying towards her. "Get OVER here!" She
turned to Tenchi who had regained the ability to string words into
sentences. He smiled that cruel smile he always wore, the one that said
yes, when his lips said no.

   "Umm, thanks Ryoko. Gee, I'd have never thought of you as being the
voice of reason but I guess I misjudged you." Had the gag not been in
place, Ryoko might just have heard him.

Switch:  He must've had a big smile through that gag, eh?

   Ryoko looked to the noble, and placed a finger on her exposed chest.
Suddenly, the princess was incorporeal, and airborne once more, flying
towards Tenchi, her clothes hovering in mid air, where the she had
phased through them. As she hit the ground, Devo-chan skittered to the
side, Ayeka shook her head and frantically looked about, as if just
awakening from a  nightmare, and scanning the room for shadows that
might have escaped her dreams. Then she noticed the unclothed chest of
lord Tenchi behind her, the young girls back barely touching his front.
A small trickle of blood escaped her nasal cavity.

Switch:  (shakes Tickle Me Kamidake)  These Juraian models sure have leaky 
plumbing.

   Holding her nose, Ayeka yelled out, "Wha-what's going on here?
Ryoko, what's the meaning of this? Give me my clothes this instant!"

Switch:  Bet you'd have problems trying to do that.

Waiter Drone:  (pinches nose)  Mwa-mwapps noinn on eaw?

   Ryoko sighed heavily, her rival and her would be lover WERE
connected, she was even beginning to sound like him. Quietly, wiping an
errant tear from her left eye, she approached the both of them. Her eyes
were as silent as her voice, pain and desire congealing into a simple
need that radiated from her body, quieting even Ayeka's wrath. Then she
looked at the both of them, and split. One lonely young woman became
two, her close fell in a pile between the twin forms.

Switch:  Leaving an open in its place.

   The first Ryoko lifted Tenchi from his position on the ground, she
wrapped a leg around his own and forced him against her own flesh. One
hand softly caressing his cheek while another played about his spiky
hair. "I-I'm not saying you have to love me... yet." she blushed
slightly, painfully aware how she sounded. It was she was a young girl
with her first crush, fragile and unknowing, but then, that's exactly
what she was. "I never even knew what that word meant until I meet you.
I just... I just want to be a part of you, for at least one night.
That's not to much to ask is it? Let me be one with you, we can work on
love, together."

Switch:  That... that's sweet.

Waiter Drone:  Did it really take Ayeka and Tenchi the whole day, though?

   She pirouetted with Tenchi, turning his body incorporeal as she did,
his clothes and the gag falling to the floor. "Ryoko, I..." The space
pirate didn't dare let him finish. Maybe he would say yes, but she
couldn't dare let it be no, not tonight. The hand on his chin suddenly
pulled down, and she placed her lips over his own, her tongue invading
his mouth. She never gave him a chance to protest as she seemingly tried
to swallow him. Lips worked with just enough force not to crush the
boy's human body, but defiantly enough to feel like he was being eaten
alive. To her, the boy was food, was drink, was the sweetest of air, in
fact, he was life itself and she couldn't get enough.

   Ayeka face went from a ghastly pale, to a blushing pink, and finally
to a vengeful red. "What are you DOING?" she screamed, approaching the
pair, she never noticed the second Ryoko behind her, as the clone pulled
her the tips of her fingers from her mouth, a small trail of saliva
following them through the air, over her target's shoulders from behind
and right atop the noble woman's nipples. The girl suddenly stood
ramrod, unable to move as the one time demoness slowly turned her back
around.

Switch:  Schwing!

   "If you and him are already one, then I can't love him, without you.
I-I do care for you, but I'm not ready to call you sister. Lover will
have to suffice." With that, she cupped one breast completely and let
the other fill her mouth. Ayeka was right, they were the perfect size,
completely fitting inside her mouth as she suckled with a ferocity that
matched her counterparts movements toward Tenchi.

Switch:  Hmmm... sex in stereo.

   Finally, Ryoko broke the oral embrace, and let the boy gather huge
gasps of air, trying to refill lungs that had long since reached empty.
She smiled motherly at him as he looked at her with confused eyes, a
million questions, all being answered by a single kiss. Well, if his
eye's were clueless, other parts of the boy knew quite well what was
happening, and puberty marshaled it's efforts for the battle at hand.
The wayward tip brushed against the young girl as it made it's way up.

Switch:  The boy finally figured out where all that blood should go.

   Smiling, she let her body go intangible again, giving it all the
room it needed to reach maximum potential. Then, after one more
smoldering stare in the young man's eyes, freezing him faster then any
headlights could, she levitated slightly, wrapped both lower limbs
around his backside, locking them into position with her feet, and then
she let herself slide down.

   Tenchi swallowed hard, closed his eyes, and felt... nothing.
Granted, the actual feel of Ryoko wrapped around his body, skin touching
in a glomp he had known so well, but never like this, was beyond his
wildest dreams. But down below, he knew something was amiss. He looked
to his companion questioningly, only to find her own eyes shut,
seemingly lost in concentration. Then, slowly, gradually, he felt her
walls closing in on him, a silken palace that seemed to quiver by his
very touch.

Switch:  How very Indiana Jones-y.

   Ryoko was no fool, she knew her strength could turn her lower body
into a guillotine of sorts. A sexual orgasm ending in the world's single
most overzealous circumcision. It took every bit of her will and
concentration to gradually cup and hold his member, rather then biting
and swallowing. She was rewarded as he enlarged again, and began to take
the lead in their dance, filling, removing, giving, taking, again and
again.

Switch:  All the while being transluscent enough for Ayeka to see the
WHOLE DAMN THING... how nasty that'd be...

   Washu barely pushed her abort switch in time. Exactly one nanogram
of omni-matter had been required for the experiment. The one full gram
she had dumped in instead had been enough to eradicate your average star
system. Still, the explosion had been consigned to subspace, and the
greatest scientific genius in the universe had all the time in the world
to beat the ever-loving hell out of the one who had caused the mistake.
But this time, there was no blonde haired, melodic voice to skirt the
very edges of the red head's sanity. No, this was problems from a
different source, something from within.

   Another spasm shook her miniature frame. From the feel of things,
the source was about eight inches within. Slowly, she made her way to a
lounge chair that appeared from nowhere. That was it, from now on, no
more hormones for that young lady, she was sexually grounded! Inside,
her body quaked and shivered at another thrust. Okay, she'd at least
wait until the girl was finished, no use spoiling the Kodak moment, the
kind you don't dare take to those one hour developing places.

Switch:  Mother-daughter binding?  It almost reminds me of a telepathic
mother and her empathic daughter...

   Idly, she outlined her form with one of her fingers, following the
curve of her inner thigh to her... "Washu! Can you come over here? We
need you." The voice caused synapse to go snap, crackle and pop and the
crab haired one sat up in fury.

   "How many times have I told you not to come in here unless it's to
inform me of your painful demise?"

   Mihoshi placed a questioning finger to her lips and thought hard.
"Ummmm, I dunno... how many?"

Switch:  Don't bother, dear... more than the fingers on BOTH hands, I'd bet.

   Washu was about to answer when a smaller body collided with her. She
looked down to see Sasami, tears streaming her eyes. "Washu, something's
wrong with Ryo-Ohkie, I think she's sick."

   After letting another spasm take it's course, she looked down at the
offered animal. It meowed in a most peculiarly satisfied manner, and
it's eyes closed as if waiting for something. Washu sighed, "There's
nothing wrong with her that a cigarette won't fix, just hand her to me.
She'll be all right."

Switch:  Or, in her case, some carrot sticks.

   "Cabbits smoke?" Mihoshi asked quistivily, picturing a more humanoid
Ryo-Ohkie, in a tux with dark glasses and a cigarette in her mouth.

Switch:  Not gonna answer that... not... gonna... answer...

   "Depends on the friction ratio," Washu sighed, picking the sometimes
battleship up and walking toward the sofa. She almost got there before
the another flash of raw pleasure put her on her knees and Ryo-Ohkie
squirming.

Switch:  Hmmm... sex on remote...

   Suddenly, Ryoko two pushed Ayeka back to back with Tenchi. "I think
that's enough data gathering. Size, texture, yep, all the dimensions
should be in proportion." The young noble looked at her like she was
insane, not understanding anything.

   "Wha-what are you babbling about, let him go." she squeaked,
something about the way Ryoko was approaching her stealing all the
strength in her voice.

   "To be a part of him, I have to be a part of you, therefore, we've
gotta learn to connect. Luckily, I can change my form a bit, and I've
got all the research I need done."

Switch:  Like mother, like daughter.

   Ayeka's eyes squinted in confusion, until her peripherals caught
something from below. The growth from Ryoko was everything she said it
was. Size, shape and feel. Frantically, she grabbed backwards, reaching
out for Tenchi's hand. When she turned her face back to in front of her,
the demons face was inches from her own.

   "I won't force it if you don't want it. Tenchi told me with his
body, but you need only speak it with you mouth. Do you want to be
whole... or hole?"

   Ayeka was stunned, Ryoko's breath warming her face, her slitted eyes
boring into her own. Suddenly, she grabbed Tenchi's hand and was
rewarded with a squeeze. Gathering power from the grasp, she nodded
slowly.

Waiter Drone:  Second serving, coming up!

   Washu sat as still as she was able, idly petting her Cabbit and
trying to ignore Mihosh's incessant prattle over what was wrong, and was
she sick? Apparently the ditz had some great cold medicine. 

Switch:  All this nostril-sinus talk!

The scientist sniffed, so THAT explains it. Suddenly, her body arched 
fully with a whole new sensation, Ryo-Ohkie did likewise and they both
shuddered as the new form of pleasure worked it's way through their
bodies.

   Scanning Ryoko's mind for a full update, she got the whole picture.
So, that's what's happening, hmmmm, not a bad idea actually. Maybe her
daughter had inherited more then looks after all. Only Mihoshi's cry
alerted her to Sasami's plight. The young girl had her eyes closed, and
feel to the ground, unconscious. The pair were at her side in a flash,
Washu feeling the girls head.

   "She's fine," spoke a voice of life and power, less human and more
of wind rustling through a dark and quiet forest. "I just wasn't able to
block it all from her. Tenchi was relatively easy, his physiology is a
bit different, but Ayeka... I'm afraid were just all a wee bit too
connect... oh my."

Switch:  Hmmm... sex on broadcast...

   Washu couldn't agree more, as she slumped down in her seat. Tsunami
gripped an armrest for support. "No, I mean, I can't hold it back, both
the giving and the taking. I'm afraid I'm-I'm broadcasting it." Outside,
trees shook were there was no wind, the grass danced about in time to
the steady life rhythm and blossoms bloomed without a spring.

Switch:  Puts that scene from "Naked Gun" to shame, don't it?

   The scientist called up her dimensional computer and made some
readings. It was as if the entire ecosystem had gotten high of life, or
the Goddess there off. No sentient creatures were affected, just plants
and living creatures without large brain capacities. Washu turned to see
Mihoshi shudder as the wave hit her, and nodded to herself, correct as
always. Even more so, the wave was expanding, it had already circled the
planet, and was making it's way throughout the system. Like a tidal wave
of an orgasmic flow. Well, it was caused by a Tsunami at least.

Waiter Drone:  (The Count voice)  One!  One pun!  Ah-AH-AH-Ah-AH!

Lightning fries the Waiter Drone.

   Then the wave struck her again, doubling in intensity, and opening a
part of her that had been submerged millenium ago. Washu crackled in
yellow energy, floating atop a wave of raw power, she grew. When she
came to rest, the full blown Goddess looked about quistivily.

Switch:  Quistivily?

She grabbed at her new breasts, still as firm as she had remembered them.
But it was her mind that was truly different, suddenly she was connected
to every star, every planet, every bit of matter and energy in the
entire universe... and she was still plugged into the menage a trois.

Switch:  That, evidently, is an understatement.

   Powered by the two Goddesses, the galaxy began to quake and roll
with each stroke. A pumping, thumping base line that tuned itself into
the entire universe. Suns twinkled to it, humans and aliens quivered and
shook with it, and mitochondria sang with the secret life song of all
existence. Elsewhere, a goddess not on the same reality as any before
her turned to an ethereal man and smashed him with a mallet. "Dirty old
man."

   "Lady Tokimi?"

Switch:  Bang!  The OAV whammy!

   With all three connected, the universal probing and receiving
dripped into other worlds, other dimensions. Fic writers, Cursed Martial
artists, Pocket dimensions with funky names, politicians, demon gods and
overfiends, alternative universes and animayhem decks, all thrumming and
pumping in time.

Switch:  Whoa... it's, like, cosmic dude.

   Everything was connected. Life and Death, beginings and endings...

   The Multiverse came... almost as one....

   "Ummm, sorry guys." Tenchi apologizzed.

Switch:  There's more than enough of a pun in that one.

   The End!

Switch sighs, full from his double-helping.

Switch:  Keener, Keener... how crazy have you got to be to write that...
AND NOT PUT IN KIYONE!  EVERYONE GETS SOME AND KIYONE NEVER GETS ANY!

Waiter Drone:  Uh... I don't think she's in this universe, Switchy.

Switch:  (stops SD-rant)  Oh.  Yeah.  Tokimi.  Tsunami.  Right, right.
(sits back down)  I think that it works well as a short-fic.  How come
no one even bothered to comment on it's being consistent with the OAV
continuity?  (It's lack of a Kiyone is appalling, though.)

Waiter Drone:  Or the fact that it even answers Flashman's lemon challenge?

Switch:  Needs a little more lemon, though.  The part with Tenchi, Ayeka and
two Ryokos should be... (drools)

Waiter Drone:  Hentai!  (Kingdom Com... Arrives Switch through a graph 
singularity.)  That baka never learns.  

Joseph-onna [aka Itsuko, Bearer of the Solar Power Stick] takes off the
Waiter 
Drone costume.

Itsuko:  Okay.  Now to get back to writing...  (goes off to continue the
StarLeap
story)

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A Conversations of Two Guys From the Milky Way - Hentai Staff Production
The character of Joseph Sutedja is used without permission.
Slartibartfast and the Bistromath appear in Douglas Adams' Hitchhiker Trilogy
Connections! written by Keener

Happy holidays from the Zu!
Nikholas F. Toledo Zu @ http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Flats/3145/mezza9.html
Vector, Switch, Yebah, Rain Man, goo, Pervert, Scruples, Hollie, NomaD,
Blitz, Gee, Datzo, Jewel, Elf, Radler, Pinball, Mayhem, Chaos, Father
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Word from the Laity:  Wipe yer feet!  Bloody 'ell...
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Currently under construction... confessional at the links.
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