"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 smuggling
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 Yagami!!"
shouts Kiyone. Then she groans angrily, putting her face in her hands.
"Why can't I have a partner who understands proper law enforcement
procedure? Why did I get stuck with *you*, Mihoshi? Why?! WHY?!?!"

"Um... because you needed someone who eats pussy really well?"
suggests Mihoshi.

Kiyone grabs her partner by the shoulders and starts shaking her.
"JUST SUCK HIS COCK WHILE I HOLD HIM DOWN, OK?!?!"

"OK, OK, Kiyone!" whines Mihoshi, starting to cry. "You don't have to
*yell* at me, you know."

"Just do it, Mihoshi," sighs Kiyone. "Or weren't you paying attention
to *that* at the Academy, either?"

Mihoshi's face brightens. "Oh, no, I paid really close attention!" she
says cheerfully. "The instructor told me I was best in my class!"

Kiyone glances at Mihoshi's mass of blonde hair for a moment. "It
figures," she mutters.

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. "There's some wonderful music I'd like to play for you,
Tenchi," she whispers lustfully, looking up at him with eyes that, for
an instant, are yellow and feline instead of china blue. Then 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, presenting him with spread of pubic hair that's green as a
forest of pines.

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, stroking his stiff penis in
his hand while "Anata ni Naisho" played loudly on the stereo.

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 as if hypnotized.

"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 gasps "Tenchi-sama, I thought you'd like some tea,"
and starts pushing her crotch roughly against his head, repeatedly
moaning "Tenchi-sama! Tenchi-sama!" 

"Wow, look at him go!" chirps Mihoshi. Then she gives Tenchi's cock
one last extra-hard suck. He nearly blacks out as he spews his cum
into her mouth, but for a moment, as he looks down at her, Mihoshi's
hair isn't blonde. It's cyan. Mihoshi doesn't stop blowing him, her
head continuing to bob, her warm lips still sliding up and down his
cock, until Tenchi's load is spent. Mihoshi begins playfully flicking
her tongue around the tip, washing off drops of cum. "I like this much
better than the chopstick, Tenchi," she giggles. Then she gulps, as if
swallowing a mouthful of miso soup. Kiyone stiffens and stops in
mid-moan.

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

"Oops..." 

"YOU SWALLOWED THE EVIDENCE!!" 

"Sorry...."

"*Really*, you have such *disgusting* table manners!"

"Aren't I allowed to enjoy my breakfast?"

"You shouldn't play with your food like that. It's a very childish
habit."

"I wasn't playing with my *food*..."

"When will you cease trying to lay claim to everything you set your
greedy eyes on?"

"Ha! You should *talk*!"

The two Galaxy Police officers snarl at each other and begin to fight,
their hair tossing around wildly, green and blonde and purple and
cyan...

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. She grinned. "And I know *exactly*
what he was fantasizing about me doing..."

Then she sighed, feeling very hurt that Tenchi seemed to prefer
imagining it to experiencing it. She didn't think he'd failed to
understand her hints. How much more blatant could she *be*? What did
she have to do -- sneak into his bed and hold him down?

Aeka gritted her teeth. "What do you mean, *you*?" she demanded
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 Training', 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?" Ryoko asked, her
voice low and sultry. She 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 as Ryoko laughed. 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!"

Tenchi sneezed and shot his load into the wad of tissue, then rested
briefly before getting up and depositing it in the waste basket. He
felt 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 down in the chair, 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." 

A very bright red flash came from the woods, followed by a loud
"BOOM!" and what sounded like a tree falling. Several bursts of blue
glare and cracks like thunder answered in rapid succession. Glancing
over his shoulder at the window for a moment, he turned back to his
desk and picked up a daruma doll.

"Might as well do this now, while I'm thinking about it." 

He put another CD into the stereo. The sound of Namie Amuro's "Don't
Wanna Cry" in the foreground masked the distant explosions from the
woods just a little. Then he opened a bottle of black paint, picked up
a brush, and patiently filled in one of the eyes of the doll. When it
was done, he set it back on his desk, next to a stack of videotapes
and some course catalogs for various universities. 

Shiga Polytechnic, since he'd always liked the area around Lake Biwa.
Tokyo Metropolitan, just for the heck of it. And the Nekomi Institute
of Technology. He'd heard they had an interesting car club.

He finished the tea, turned out the light, and lay down to sleep. As
he drifted off, the sounds of battle continued unabated.

He dreamt of her. But he wasn't sure which one.


Preview of Next Chapter: 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.