Author's Note: This is a partial (the first 20% or so) first draft
of second episode of a Tenchi Muyo lemon fanfic series I'm working
on. C&C on what I've got so far would be greatly appreciated.



Episode 2 - No Need For Breakfast

The birds outside sang to greet the warm sun as its rays streamed
down through the window above Tenchi's bed. But even as the dawn
shed a friendly glow, a sinister shadow lurked and watched. With
swift, predatory grace the dark menacing shape drew nearer.
Unsuspecting, Tenchi slept on. The hunter rose, preparing to
strike, and gazed down at him with hungry yellow eyes.

"Ryoko," he murmured, twisting slightly in his sleep.

"That's right, Tenchi," she answered quietly, not wanting to wake
him just yet. *This is perfect!* thought Ryoko. *He's dreaming of
me, and when he wakes up...* She clasped her hands and her eyes
sparkled with joy.

"Oh, Ryoko, please, please," continued Tenchi. Ryoko leaned
forward eagerly, listening. "I can't hold back much longer.
Please, Ryoko, I'm begging you..." Her eyes widened and her heart
sang like the birds outside. Slowly she bent down to plant a kiss
on his lips.

"Please, Ryoko, let me go. I have to go to the bathroom!"

Ryoko face-faulted and collapsed on the floor. Slowly, she got
up, rubbing her forehead, her face pulled into an annoyed smirk.
Then her expression softened into a smile as she looked down at
him again. "That's the last dry dream you're going to have of me,
Tenchi," she promised.

Tenchi sprints down the school hallway towards the restroom,
hoping he manages to hold out long enough. He vaults ten or
twenty feet at each stride like a champion Olympic hurdler as he
speeds through miles and miles of corridors. He'd managed to
squirm free from Aeka, but then Ryoko had grabbed him and wouldn't
let go. Washuu-sensei had stopped her physics lecture and
switched to biology without breaking stride, pointing out to the
class the various symptoms of male human sexual arousal. His dad
had sat in the corner in a director's chair, repeatedly yelling
"Action!" and focusing spotlights while a movie camera rolled.
Kiyone and Mihoshi had merely stood and watched. Shouldn't they
have arrested Ryoko or something? It was a good thing Sasami-chan
hadn't been watching all that.

"Hi, Tenchi, where are you going?" asks Sasami, somehow managing
to walk beside him at a hundred miles per hour or so.

"Uh, nowhere, Sasami," answers Tenchi. His feet leave the ground
and he soars towards the restroom. Suddenly, Ryoko rises up in
front of him, but he passes through her like mist and lands on
the tips of his toes at his destination.

Hurriedly he shuts the bathroom door behind him. He drops his
pants, stands in front of the toilet, and aims, ready to relieve
the pressure that had been building up while Ryoko held him down.
But nothing happens. At first. Then his penis starts to expand
monstrously. A ringed bulge forms and moves up and down its
length as if it were a python bodybuilder flexing its muscles.
Tenchi begins to sweat profusely, his heart races, his mouth
dries, and down the hall he can hear Washuu-sensei continue to
point these facts out to his fellow students. His perspiration
has flooded the restroom up to his shaking knees. His penis
swells even more. Unbalanced by its weight he falls backwards and
it smashes through the ceiling. Chunks of wood and plaster cover
his face, blinding him. He reaches to wipe away the debris as his
manhood rises, unstoppable, into the stratosphere.

Tenchi awakened as his fingertips brushed something warm and soft
pressed against his face. He opened his eyes, but still couldn't
see anything. Something was blocking his sight. Tentatively he
tried to push whatever it was away. In the meantime, his slowly-
awakening mind attempted to sort out interesting sensations
working their way up from somewhere near his waist. He discovered
that not one but *two* objects were obstructing his vision, one
resting on each eye. Vaguely rounded. Smooth. Warm, too. Firm yet
malleable at the same time. By now very urgent messages were
racing up the length of his spine and rudely demanding that his
brain grant them immediate audience. Just a second, said his
brain. I'm trying to figure out why there are two breasts on my
face, and I can only handle one thing at a time this early in the
morning.

Breasts?

Hmmm... yes, that's what they are. Come to think of it, they're
probably too big to belong to any of the girls but Ryoko.

That's very interesting, but something's going on down here that
we think you should know about...

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OK, a few questions:

1. Does my method of using past tense for regular narration, and
present tense for dreams/fantasies/etc., work alright, or does
it make things muddled?

2. Is my general style good, bad, great, awful...?

3. Has anyone here done (or know of) any Tenchi Muyo lemons? I
did a DejaNews search on r.a.a.c and didn't find any. I wanted
to be able to compare what I'm working on to a finished product
to see how it measures up.

4. For someone with knowledge of Japanese food: I need the name
of a food that is both phallic and not something the average
person would eat for breakfast. I was going to use salami, but
I'd rather use something Japanese. (It also sounds too much
like "Sasami", and this ain't *that* kind of lemon. :) ).