Episode 1 - No Need For Fantasies
(happosai@jps.net, formerly happosai@anon.nymserver.com)

(Note: This series of stories is tentatively set at an undeter
mined point during the Tenchi TV continuity. However, there are a
few plot-critical references to OAV#7, "The Night Before the
Carnival" (which isn't part of the TV continuity), and the Tenchi
Soundfile Video (which might or might not be, I don't know).
Thoughts on whether or not Kiyone can be plausibly fit into the
OAV continuity, or the general events of OAV#7 fit into the TV
continuity, would be helpful).


"Jeez, will they ever lay off?" groaned Tenchi as he sat down
wearily on his bed, yawned, and began to undress. It seemed
lately that his houseguests were giving him no rest and even less
privacy. Just this afternoon Washuu had insisted on trying to
extract something called an "inverse-astral post-coital emission
sample," which somehow entailed exactly the same thing as the
last dozen or so "samples" Washuu had tried to get from him. He'd
escaped again, but barely. He might not be so lucky next time.
Well, starting tomorrow, it would be someone *else's* job to
fetch Washuu at meal times. He'd been quite adamant with his dad
about that. His only regret was a twinge of curiosity about the
costumes. After apparently becoming bored with the nurse's out
fit, Washuu had tried a string of others: schoolteacher, O.L.,
airline stewardess ("coffee, tea, or FULL INTERCOURSE?"), and a
few Tenchi preferred not to remember. It would have been
interesting to see what she'd come up with next, but finding out
definitely wasn't worth the risk.

Ryoko was, in her own way, even worse. At least he only really
needed to worry about Washuu when he visited her lab. Ryoko could
turn up *anywhere*. Especially when he was bathing, or using the
toilet, or undressing... Tenchi quickly glanced around the room
and sighed with relief on not seeing Ryoko's head poking out of
the ceiling, the floor, or one of the walls. That morning she'd
popped up ("O-hayo, Tenchi!") while he'd been urinating, result
ing in him having to clean both his pants and the bathroom floor.

And whenever Ryoko appeared, Aeka was sure to turn up momen
tarily, with the usual apocalyptic results.

Well, it's not *all* bad, Tenchi thought, kicking off his pants.
They're all kawaii in their own ways. The prospect of romantic
involvement with any one of them was appealing, if they'd just
give him room to breathe, stop fighting over him, and let him
proceed at his own pace. Ryoko, Aeka, or Mihoshi, definitely.
Kiyone was appealing since she *wasn't* (or didn't appear to be)
interested in him. Even Washuu would be OK if she didn't treat
him like a lab rat. Pondering the question of which one had
annoyed him the least recently, Tenchi grabbed a box of tissues
and began to masturbate, letting his mind drift...

Tenchi stands naked as Kiyone yanks his arms roughly behind him
and handcuffs him. Meanwhile, Mihoshi bends down in front of him,
squeezing and pulling on his penis. "As an officer of the Galaxy
Police, I must check to see if you are using this to transport
drugs, weapons, or other substances illegal in this sector."

Kiyone groans, exasperated. "Mihoshi, you *know* you can't check
properly unless the suspect's penis is erect." 

"Well, how do we make it become erect?" 

Kiyone face-faults. "Weren't you paying attention when they
explained this at the Academy? Oh, never mind. Use visual
stimulation." 

Mihoshi blinks. "What?" 

"Strip and play with yourself!" 

Mihoshi quickly sheds her clothes, tossing the various pieces of
her uniform in random directions. Reclining directly in front of
Tenchi, she cups her breasts in her hands and kneads them slowly,
massaging her rather impressive bust while her eyes remain fixed
on Tenchi's cock. Seeing it begin to stiffen, she licks her lips
seductively and moves one hand down between her legs. Mihoshi
moans softly as she rubs her clit. With her other hand she begins
tweaking her hard nipple while continuing to squeeze her breast.
"Oohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhh! I think Ohhhh!! that he's becoming
Ohhhh!!! erect now, Kiyone...."

Kiyone bends down and looks at Tenchi's cock skeptically, then
shakes her head. "Regulations specify a rigidity factor of at
least 95%. Looks like I'll have to help you out with this..."
Moving with graceful precision, Kiyone removes her uniform,
carefully folding each article of clothing, and placing them in a
neat pile. Then she gets down on all fours and buries her face in
Mihoshi's crotch while placing her own directly above Mihoshi's
head. Kiyone arches her back and gasps as she feels her partner's
mouth begin to eat out her pussy, then returns the favor, still
careful to give Tenchi a clear view of her tongue lapping at
Mihoshi's blond-thatched cunt. Mihoshi writhes and moans. For
several minutes their mutual cunnilingus (or is that
Kiyonelingus?) fills the air with soft cooing, loud slurping, and
a thick scent of female sexual fluids. Looking up again, Kiyone
eyes Tenchi's penis and grins.

It's incredibly hard.

"OK, he's erect enough now," she announces. Reluctantly she and
Mihoshi disentangle themselves, then move over to kneel on either
side of Tenchi. Carefully, they run their fingers over his cock
and balls.

"Yeah, something's definitely in there," decides Kiyone. "We'll
have to do a more thorough inspection to be sure, though." At
that, Mihoshi grips his cock firmly and begins to stroke, while
Kiyone massages his balls. After a few moments, they switch, then
switch back, then switch again. 

"Oooh! Look what's coming out!"  exclaims Mihoshi. A drop of
thick, pearly liquid has appeared on the tip of Tenchi's penis.
Kiyone leans forward and licks the fluid away, then takes the
glans in her mouth for just a moment. Withdrawing, she briefly
contemplates the taste. Then her face becomes a stern mask of
anger.

"Just as I suspected! Do you know what the penalty is for smug
gling contraband sperm into the Solar system?" She licks the
traces of it from her fingers, then turns to Mihoshi. "We'll have
to confiscate this semen as evidence." 

"But we don't have anything to put it in." 

"Standard operating procedure calls for oral extraction and
containment in these cases." 

"Uhhh... what?" 

"Suck him off and spit the cum out when we get back to the ship!" 

"Oh. OK, Kiyone..." Together they force Tenchi onto the ground.
Then Mihoshi crawls between his legs and runs the tip of her
tongue all around the rim of his glans. Her lips encircle his
cock firmly as it slides into her mouth. Tenchi gasps as Mihoshi
begins sucking with eager abandon, and Kiyone straddles his face.

Engrossed in his fantasy, Tenchi didn't hear the soft knock at
his door. "Tenchi-sama, I thought you'd like some tea," said Aeka
as she slid the door open.

Tenchi lay naked on his bed, eyes shut, jacking his stiff penis
in his hand.

Aeka blushed deep pink, then scarlet, then purple.
"Tenchi-sama...!..." she gasped under her breath, unable to tear
her eyes away. Slowly she set the cup of steaming tea down on
Tenchi's desk and continued to watch, mesmerized.

"Wow, look at him go!" said Ryoko softly. Aeka cringed and looked
to her left where the hated voice had come from. Ryoko's
cyan-tressed head protruded through the door. With a rush Ryoko
swooped through the door towards Tenchi. Desperately Aeka grabbed
for her and managed to drag her out of the room by her hair.
Quickly and quietly she shut the door as Tenchi continued,
oblivious to their intrusion...

"I think we'll start your punishment early..." Kiyone's legs
squeeze like a vise around Tenchi's head. "Lick my pussy,
criminal!" she demands. Tenchi complies, inexpertly applying his
tongue and lips to her clit and labia. Kiyone's crotch muffles
his groan as Mihoshi deep-throats him. She giggles as his pubic
hair tickles her nose. Kiyone tightens her legs even harder.
Mihoshi continues to enthusiastically suck Tenchi's cock. He
can't hold back much longer. Suddenly Kiyone starts gasping and
pushing her crotch roughly against his head. Mihoshi gives his
cock one last extra-hard suck. Tenchi nearly blacks out as he
spews his cum into her mouth. Mihoshi doesn't stop blowing him,
though, her head continuing to bob, her warm lips still sliding
up and down his cock, until Tenchi's load is spent. Mihoshi
begins licking the cum from his knob, giggles, and gulps. Kiyone
stiffens and stops in mid-moan.

"Mihoshi, you *didn't*..." 

"Oops..." 

"YOU SWALLOWED THE EVIDENCE!!" 

"Sorry...."

Meanwhile, Aeka had dragged Ryoko outside to have a private
argument. She had no intention of embarrassing herself in front
of the other girls. Stopping in a clearing, Aeka let go of
Ryoko's hair and opened her mouth to speak.

But Ryoko spoke first. "So, is that the first time you've seen
it?" she asked with a conspiratorial wink.

"S-s-seen what?" stammered Aeka, looking away and twiddling her
fingers.

"*I've* seen it before. Lots of times. Just this morning, as a
matter of fact," mused Ryoko dreamily. "I wonder what he was
fantasizing about us doing..."

"What do you mean, 'us'?" demanded Aeka shrilly. "Tenchi-sama
wouldn't be interested in a bimbo demon-woman like you!"

"Better me than a flat-chested frigid princess I could name,"
growled Ryoko, thrusting her chest in Aeka's direction. "I hear
they're doing wonders with implants these days, though."

"More than a handful is a tongue-sprainer... uh, I mean, don't
change the subject! I won't have you spying on Tenchi-sama!"

"You went in first."

"That's not the point! It's not right to intrude on Tenchi-sama
when he's... he's..."

"Masturbating?" finished Ryoko. "Jacking off? Beating his meat?
Dreaming of having intense passionate sex all night long with his
true love the space pirate Ryoko whom he insatiably lusts after?"

"No! I mean, yes! I mean..."

"You know, I meant what I said that time -- about letting you go
first. Care to take me up on it?"

Aeka blushed again. "N-n-no, it's not right. Tenchi-sama and I
aren't ready for that, yet. There are... Juraian customs and
ceremonies to be seen to, and we're much too young, and..."

"ARGHHH!!! WHAT IS IT WITH YOU?!?!" snarled Ryoko. "You don't
need all that! At least, *I* don't. What's wrong with wanting to
sleep in the arms of the man you love? Next you'll be saying he
has to undergo some kind of 'Jurai Royal Family Bridegroom Train
ing', or something." Aeka gulped, cringed, and looked away for a
moment. When she turned back, Ryoko had moved much, much closer.
"Is it that you're afraid of doing it with a man?" she asked, her
voice low and sultry. Ryoko gently brought her hand to rest on
Aeka's thigh, while her lips moved past Aeka's face to whisper in
her ear. "Is *that* the kind of girl you are, little princess?"
Aeka shivered as a wild ripple of fear and... something else...
ran through her, then backed up nervous and sweating. She paused
to gather up her resolve, then glared and pointed an accusing
finger at Ryoko. 

"If you *really* loved Tenchi, you'd be willing to wait until the
time was right."

"And if *you* loved Tenchi, you wouldn't want to leave him alone
with just his hand." 

"Slut!" 

"Pricktease!"

The two women faced off in combat stance, feet apart, fists
clenched, the energy of their attack powers building up and
illuminating the clearing...

"I think... vaginal extraction... and containment... will be
successful... this time!" gasps Kiyone, as she continues to ride
Tenchi's cock. She and Mihoshi are both sitting on a prone Tenchi
-- one on his crotch, the other on his mouth. Mihoshi's hands
caress her partner, rubbing her ass, her breasts, her back, as
her sticky juices coat the face of a frantically-licking Tenchi.
Kiyone returns the favor, and the two Galaxy Police officers
embrace each other hotly while Tenchi's tongue and penis thrust
in and out of Mihoshi and Kiyone's cunts, respectively. As she
feels Tenchi getting ready to cum, Kiyone draws Mihoshi even
closer. They kiss deeply, their tongues exploring each others'
mouths, their moans passionate and urgent.

"Ohhhh.... Kiyone....."

"Mmmmm.... yes.... Mihoshi...." Suddenly, Kiyone's face becomes
serious. "OK, almost there, Mihoshi. Vaginal extraction in
five... four... three... two... one..."

Tenchi shot his load into the wad of tissue and rested for a
moment before getting up and depositing it in the waste basket.
He felt just a little embarrassed at the thoughts he had just
been having, but only for a moment. Just so long as he could keep
a straight face next time he ran into Kiyone or Mihoshi. As he
went back to his bed, his ear caught the sound of a distant
explosion. Dreading what he'd find, Tenchi looked out the window.
As expected, bright flashes of red and blue lit the forest at
irregular intervals, each followed by a faint boom or crash a few
seconds later. "They're at it *again*! Don't they ever stop?"

With an exasperated shake of his head, Tenchi picked up the cup
of tea on his desk, sat back down on his bed, and began to sip.
Then he paused and frowned for a moment. "How did this get here?"
he wondered out loud. "Oh, well, it doesn't matter." He finished
the tea, turned out the light, and lay down to sleep. As he
drifted off, the sounds of battle continued unabated.

Tenchi wondered which one he'd dream of this time.


Preview of Next Episode: 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.

Episode 1 - No Need For Fantasies
(happosai@jps.net, formerly happosai@anon.nymserver.com)

(Note: This series of stories is tentatively set at an undeter
mined point during the Tenchi TV continuity. However, there are a
few plot-critical references to OAV#7, "The Night Before the
Carnival" (which isn't part of the TV continuity), and the Tenchi
Soundfile Video (which might or might not be, I don't know).
Thoughts on whether or not Kiyone can be plausibly fit into the
OAV continuity, or the general events of OAV#7 fit into the TV
continuity, would be helpful).


"Jeez, will they ever lay off?" groaned Tenchi as he sat down
wearily on his bed, yawned, and began to undress. It seemed
lately that his houseguests were giving him no rest and even less
privacy. Just this afternoon Washuu had insisted on trying to
extract something called an "inverse-astral post-coital emission
sample," which somehow entailed exactly the same thing as the
last dozen or so "samples" Washuu had tried to get from him. He'd
escaped again, but barely. He might not be so lucky next time.
Well, starting tomorrow, it would be someone *else's* job to
fetch Washuu at meal times. He'd been quite adamant with his dad
about that. His only regret was a twinge of curiosity about the
costumes. After apparently becoming bored with the nurse's out
fit, Washuu had tried a string of others: schoolteacher, O.L.,
airline stewardess ("coffee, tea, or FULL INTERCOURSE?"), and a
few Tenchi preferred not to remember. It would have been
interesting to see what she'd come up with next, but finding out
definitely wasn't worth the risk.

Ryoko was, in her own way, even worse. At least he only really
needed to worry about Washuu when he visited her lab. Ryoko could
turn up *anywhere*. Especially when he was bathing, or using the
toilet, or undressing... Tenchi quickly glanced around the room
and sighed with relief on not seeing Ryoko's head poking out of
the ceiling, the floor, or one of the walls. That morning she'd
popped up ("O-hayo, Tenchi!") while he'd been urinating, result
ing in him having to clean both his pants and the bathroom floor.

And whenever Ryoko appeared, Aeka was sure to turn up momen
tarily, with the usual apocalyptic results.

Well, it's not *all* bad, Tenchi thought, kicking off his pants.
They're all kawaii in their own ways. The prospect of romantic
involvement with any one of them was appealing, if they'd just
give him room to breathe, stop fighting over him, and let him
proceed at his own pace. Ryoko, Aeka, or Mihoshi, definitely.
Kiyone was appealing since she *wasn't* (or didn't appear to be)
interested in him. Even Washuu would be OK if she didn't treat
him like a lab rat. Pondering the question of which one had
annoyed him the least recently, Tenchi grabbed a box of tissues
and began to masturbate, letting his mind drift...

Tenchi stands naked as Kiyone yanks his arms roughly behind him
and handcuffs him. Meanwhile, Mihoshi bends down in front of him,
squeezing and pulling on his penis. "As an officer of the Galaxy
Police, I must check to see if you are using this to transport
drugs, weapons, or other substances illegal in this sector."

Kiyone groans, exasperated. "Mihoshi, you *know* you can't check
properly unless the suspect's penis is erect." 

"Well, how do we make it become erect?" 

Kiyone face-faults. "Weren't you paying attention when they
explained this at the Academy? Oh, never mind. Use visual
stimulation." 

Mihoshi blinks. "What?" 

"Strip and play with yourself!" 

Mihoshi quickly sheds her clothes, tossing the various pieces of
her uniform in random directions. Reclining directly in front of
Tenchi, she cups her breasts in her hands and kneads them slowly,
massaging her rather impressive bust while her eyes remain fixed
on Tenchi's cock. Seeing it begin to stiffen, she licks her lips
seductively and moves one hand down between her legs. Mihoshi
moans softly as she rubs her clit. With her other hand she begins
tweaking her hard nipple while continuing to squeeze her breast.
"Oohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhh! I think Ohhhh!! that he's becoming
Ohhhh!!! erect now, Kiyone...."

Kiyone bends down and looks at Tenchi's cock skeptically, then
shakes her head. "Regulations specify a rigidity factor of at
least 95%. Looks like I'll have to help you out with this..."
Moving with graceful precision, Kiyone removes her uniform,
carefully folding each article of clothing, and placing them in a
neat pile. Then she gets down on all fours and buries her face in
Mihoshi's crotch while placing her own directly above Mihoshi's
head. Kiyone arches her back and gasps as she feels her partner's
mouth begin to eat out her pussy, then returns the favor, still
careful to give Tenchi a clear view of her tongue lapping at
Mihoshi's blond-thatched cunt. Mihoshi writhes and moans. For
several minutes their mutual cunnilingus (or is that
Kiyonelingus?) fills the air with soft cooing, loud slurping, and
a thick scent of female sexual fluids. Looking up again, Kiyone
eyes Tenchi's penis and grins.

It's incredibly hard.

"OK, he's erect enough now," she announces. Reluctantly she and
Mihoshi disentangle themselves, then move over to kneel on either
side of Tenchi. Carefully, they run their fingers over his cock
and balls.

"Yeah, something's definitely in there," decides Kiyone. "We'll
have to do a more thorough inspection to be sure, though." At
that, Mihoshi grips his cock firmly and begins to stroke, while
Kiyone massages his balls. After a few moments, they switch, then
switch back, then switch again. 

"Oooh! Look what's coming out!"  exclaims Mihoshi. A drop of
thick, pearly liquid has appeared on the tip of Tenchi's penis.
Kiyone leans forward and licks the fluid away, then takes the
glans in her mouth for just a moment. Withdrawing, she briefly
contemplates the taste. Then her face becomes a stern mask of
anger.

"Just as I suspected! Do you know what the penalty is for smug
gling contraband sperm into the Solar system?" She licks the
traces of it from her fingers, then turns to Mihoshi. "We'll have
to confiscate this semen as evidence." 

"But we don't have anything to put it in." 

"Standard operating procedure calls for oral extraction and
containment in these cases." 

"Uhhh... what?" 

"Suck him off and spit the cum out when we get back to the ship!" 

"Oh. OK, Kiyone..." Together they force Tenchi onto the ground.
Then Mihoshi crawls between his legs and runs the tip of her
tongue all around the rim of his glans. Her lips encircle his
cock firmly as it slides into her mouth. Tenchi gasps as Mihoshi
begins sucking with eager abandon, and Kiyone straddles his face.

Engrossed in his fantasy, Tenchi didn't hear the soft knock at
his door. "Tenchi-sama, I thought you'd like some tea," said Aeka
as she slid the door open.

Tenchi lay naked on his bed, eyes shut, jacking his stiff penis
in his hand.

Aeka blushed deep pink, then scarlet, then purple.
"Tenchi-sama...!..." she gasped under her breath, unable to tear
her eyes away. Slowly she set the cup of steaming tea down on
Tenchi's desk and continued to watch, mesmerized.

"Wow, look at him go!" said Ryoko softly. Aeka cringed and looked
to her left where the hated voice had come from. Ryoko's
cyan-tressed head protruded through the door. With a rush Ryoko
swooped through the door towards Tenchi. Desperately Aeka grabbed
for her and managed to drag her out of the room by her hair.
Quickly and quietly she shut the door as Tenchi continued,
oblivious to their intrusion...

"I think we'll start your punishment early..." Kiyone's legs
squeeze like a vise around Tenchi's head. "Lick my pussy,
criminal!" she demands. Tenchi complies, inexpertly applying his
tongue and lips to her clit and labia. Kiyone's crotch muffles
his groan as Mihoshi deep-throats him. She giggles as his pubic
hair tickles her nose. Kiyone tightens her legs even harder.
Mihoshi continues to enthusiastically suck Tenchi's cock. He
can't hold back much longer. Suddenly Kiyone starts gasping and
pushing her crotch roughly against his head. Mihoshi gives his
cock one last extra-hard suck. Tenchi nearly blacks out as he
spews his cum into her mouth. Mihoshi doesn't stop blowing him,
though, her head continuing to bob, her warm lips still sliding
up and down his cock, until Tenchi's load is spent. Mihoshi
begins licking the cum from his knob, giggles, and gulps. Kiyone
stiffens and stops in mid-moan.

"Mihoshi, you *didn't*..." 

"Oops..." 

"YOU SWALLOWED THE EVIDENCE!!" 

"Sorry...."

Meanwhile, Aeka had dragged Ryoko outside to have a private
argument. She had no intention of embarrassing herself in front
of the other girls. Stopping in a clearing, Aeka let go of
Ryoko's hair and opened her mouth to speak.

But Ryoko spoke first. "So, is that the first time you've seen
it?" she asked with a conspiratorial wink.

"S-s-seen what?" stammered Aeka, looking away and twiddling her
fingers.

"*I've* seen it before. Lots of times. Just this morning, as a
matter of fact," mused Ryoko dreamily. "I wonder what he was
fantasizing about us doing..."

"What do you mean, 'us'?" demanded Aeka shrilly. "Tenchi-sama
wouldn't be interested in a bimbo demon-woman like you!"

"Better me than a flat-chested frigid princess I could name,"
growled Ryoko, thrusting her chest in Aeka's direction. "I hear
they're doing wonders with implants these days, though."

"More than a handful is a tongue-sprainer... uh, I mean, don't
change the subject! I won't have you spying on Tenchi-sama!"

"You went in first."

"That's not the point! It's not right to intrude on Tenchi-sama
when he's... he's..."

"Masturbating?" finished Ryoko. "Jacking off? Beating his meat?
Dreaming of having intense passionate sex all night long with his
true love the space pirate Ryoko whom he insatiably lusts after?"

"No! I mean, yes! I mean..."

"You know, I meant what I said that time -- about letting you go
first. Care to take me up on it?"

Aeka blushed again. "N-n-no, it's not right. Tenchi-sama and I
aren't ready for that, yet. There are... Juraian customs and
ceremonies to be seen to, and we're much too young, and..."

"ARGHHH!!! WHAT IS IT WITH YOU?!?!" snarled Ryoko. "You don't
need all that! At least, *I* don't. What's wrong with wanting to
sleep in the arms of the man you love? Next you'll be saying he
has to undergo some kind of 'Jurai Royal Family Bridegroom Train
ing', or something." Aeka gulped, cringed, and looked away for a
moment. When she turned back, Ryoko had moved much, much closer.
"Is it that you're afraid of doing it with a man?" she asked, her
voice low and sultry. Ryoko gently brought her hand to rest on
Aeka's thigh, while her lips moved past Aeka's face to whisper in
her ear. "Is *that* the kind of girl you are, little princess?"
Aeka shivered as a wild ripple of fear and... something else...
ran through her, then backed up nervous and sweating. She paused
to gather up her resolve, then glared and pointed an accusing
finger at Ryoko. 

"If you *really* loved Tenchi, you'd be willing to wait until the
time was right."

"And if *you* loved Tenchi, you wouldn't want to leave him alone
with just his hand." 

"Slut!" 

"Pricktease!"

The two women faced off in combat stance, feet apart, fists
clenched, the energy of their attack powers building up and
illuminating the clearing...

"I think... vaginal extraction... and containment... will be
successful... this time!" gasps Kiyone, as she continues to ride
Tenchi's cock. She and Mihoshi are both sitting on a prone Tenchi
-- one on his crotch, the other on his mouth. Mihoshi's hands
caress her partner, rubbing her ass, her breasts, her back, as
her sticky juices coat the face of a frantically-licking Tenchi.
Kiyone returns the favor, and the two Galaxy Police officers
embrace each other hotly while Tenchi's tongue and penis thrust
in and out of Mihoshi and Kiyone's cunts, respectively. As she
feels Tenchi getting ready to cum, Kiyone draws Mihoshi even
closer. They kiss deeply, their tongues exploring each others'
mouths, their moans passionate and urgent.

"Ohhhh.... Kiyone....."

"Mmmmm.... yes.... Mihoshi...." Suddenly, Kiyone's face becomes
serious. "OK, almost there, Mihoshi. Vaginal extraction in
five... four... three... two... one..."

Tenchi shot his load into the wad of tissue and rested for a
moment before getting up and depositing it in the waste basket.
He felt just a little embarrassed at the thoughts he had just
been having, but only for a moment. Just so long as he could keep
a straight face next time he ran into Kiyone or Mihoshi. As he
went back to his bed, his ear caught the sound of a distant
explosion. Dreading what he'd find, Tenchi looked out the window.
As expected, bright flashes of red and blue lit the forest at
irregular intervals, each followed by a faint boom or crash a few
seconds later. "They're at it *again*! Don't they ever stop?"

With an exasperated shake of his head, Tenchi picked up the cup
of tea on his desk, sat back down on his bed, and began to sip.
Then he paused and frowned for a moment. "How did this get here?"
he wondered out loud. "Oh, well, it doesn't matter." He finished
the tea, turned out the light, and lay down to sleep. As he
drifted off, the sounds of battle continued unabated.

Tenchi wondered which one he'd dream of this time.


Preview of Next Episode: 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.