I finally got this thing whipped into something resembling a
chapter. I don't have a clue when OTM! 2 will be ready, though.
Gomen.
Enjoy...
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Onna-Tenchi Muyou!
A Tenchi Muyou! Ryou-ou-ki FanFiction
By
D.F. Roeder
LIME WARNING. There is an almost-reference to a sexual act in this
work. ~_^
----- Acknowledgments -----
Thanks go to T.H. Tiger, Andrew Norris, and Vince Seifert for
prereading and discussion. My further thanks to Vince Seifert for
his comments and suggestions all along the way and for being an
all-around, Swiss Army fanfic knife. ^_^
Thanks to Bert Miller for sticking to his Washuu guns. :)
----- Disclaimers -----
Tenchi Muyou! Ryo-Ohki and its characters are the property of
Kajishima Masaki and AIC/Pioneer LDC. This work of fanfiction is for
free entertainment purposes only - no compensation has been or will
be received.
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Chapter 1 - Nyanniichuan Muyou! (No Need for Spring of Drowned
Girl!)
====================
A spray of near-luminous, cherry-colored hair occasionally bobbed as
its owner diligently typed away at a holographic laptop computer.
Looking over her shoulder, one would see a string of indecipherable
numbers and symbols appearing on the ephemeral screen.
"Mmmm... cosine... times 13 to the 45th power... tangent to
Hrrjkzz's constant times... inverse subspace field constant...
multi-dimensional... infinite regression... infinite... infinite...
... ..."
*SIGH!*
"I am SOOO bored."
Hakubi Washuu, the self-proclaimed Number One Genius Scientist of
the Universe, glanced at the file heading and winced. "All-Purpose
Cultural Day Planner, Universal Edition... Bleah."
~~~~~
In one of innumerable simulated alien environments, Washuu sat
perched on the limb of something resembling a tree, watching little
creatures scurry around. Occasionally, a larger creature would
pounce and devour an organism somewhat lower on the food chain.
"Bleah."
~~~~~
Hanging upside down from little suction cups on her toes, she
watched the Masu inside their new tank. The ovoid creatures
desultorily floated around, unconsciously mimicking the higher brain
of the observer.
"Boring."
~~~~~
Washuu swam with a herd of dolphins, but even that didn't seem to
lift her mood.
~~~~~
"What's wrong with me?" Washuu sat on her floating cushion, back
where the string of diversions had begun. She placed one finger of
her left hand in her right ear and rubbed her stomach with the other
hand, and she began to chant, hoping to locate her elusive center.
She lasted about one minute.
"ARGH!!!" She threw her arms into the air, quickly slid off the
cushion, making it bounce in midair, and walked towards the door.
"When all else fails, find some people! Interact! ... Brother, I'm
really desperate..."
The red crab doorbell clanked twice as the door opened and closed.
____________________
"Ahhh. Just as I thought," Tenchi whispered. The house was empty. He
indulged himself in the pleasurable remembrance of how the Masaki
residence had come by its calm.
Early that morning, Aeka and Ryouko had made some kind of screwy bet
with Mihoshi and Sasami (he hadn't actually been present for it),
and the Pirate/Princess duo had promptly lost. The worst part was
that the losers had forgotten to set the terms of the bet *before*
they'd lost. Tenchi had walked in as Sasami pulled Mihoshi into the
kitchen for a quick and hushed stove-side meeting. The younger
Juraian princess knew she'd never have a chance like this again --
well, anytime soon, anyway -- and had every intention of
capitalizing on it. Nice, sweet, and generous she may be, but to get
the whole picture of the person, one had to include mild
deviousness, a sometimes opportunistic sense of humor, and -- more
importantly at the moment -- a willingness to make a certain pair
pay up.
Sasami and Mihoshi emerged from the kitchen with glowing smiles, and
Aeka and Ryouko started sweating many, very large drops. They
huddled uncharacteristically close together for comfort, temporarily
forgetting their rivalry.
"Aeka-oneesama. Ryouko-oneechan," Sasami pontificated. "Mihoshi and
I, as winners, have decided on what we want."
Aeka and Ryouko crossed the fingers on both hands and looked at each
other. "Good luck!" they said simultaneously.
"You will first take us to Miyatori's for an all-we-can-eat lunch--"
"Sasami!!" Aeka screeched. "That's the most expensive sushi
restaurant in the district!"
"--then," Sasami continued without acknowledging her sister, "you
will take us to Okayama Fun World for the afternoon."
Aeka and Ryouko sagged, while Mihoshi jumped up and down in delight.
<All those screaming kids,> Ryouko thought. <All that money,> Aeka
added.
"THEN, you two will take us to Chez Paul for dinner--"
"FRENCH?!?!" Aeka screamed. Ryouko wasn't listening; she was still
entertaining visions of a miniature horde on a sugar high.
"And FINALLY, to the movie of our choice, with lots and lots of
sodas, popcorn, candy, and whatever else we want." Sasami's posture
brooked no dispute. Unfortunately, dispute was at the center of
everything Aeka.
"No! Uh-uh! That's too much, Sasami! No bet worth's that much--"
"The OTHER option," Sasami interrupted, with a hard glint in her
eye, "is for you and Ryouko to do our chores, in addition to your
own, for one month. Also, you will cook all meals and taste-test
each others cooking before serving."
Aeka paled while Ryouko gagged. They looked at each other, gulped,
nodded once, and turned back to the bet winners.
"When would you like to leave?" Aeka asked sweetly.
"Sushi, did you say?" Ryouko clasped her hands together.
Tenchi snickered as the memory ended with Aeka whispering to Ryouko,
"How much money do you have?" and Ryouko amazingly pulling out empty
pockets where there had previously been no pockets.
Tenchi made his way to the top floor and stretched out on one of the
oversized, carrot-shaped pillows. He pulled a well-worn manga out of
his pocket and sighed in pleasure.
"Ranma 1/2: my favorite! Saffron and Phoenix Mountain, here I come."
Tenchi became instantly lost in a world of super-powered martial
artists and the villains that plague them.
In Tenchi's case, art was about to imitate life.
____________________
Washuu walked out of the 'utility closet' and looked around. She
strode into the dining room. No one. She peeked into the kitchen,
expecting to at least see Sasami.
"Moshi, moshi?" Empty. "Damn, where is everyone? I've got to get out
of the lab more often. Should've checked my monitors, too."
She went outside and checked the lake, the floating onsen, and the
tool shed. Tenchi's tools were there, so he wasn't working the
fields. Washuu sighed and plodded back into the house.
"Might as well take a catnap." Quiet as a mouse and lost in thought,
she climbed the two flights of stairs to where carrot pillows invite
weary scientists to snooze. Washuu immediately brightened when she
saw Tenchi laid out and reading with his back to her. She softly
padded up behind him.
"TENCHI-DONO!!"
"YAAAAHHH!!!" The manga went flying, and Tenchi rolled off the
carrot pillow, clutching his heart with his right hand.
*HUFF HUFF PUFF* "WAAAshuu-chan! Don't DO that!!" *HUFF PUFF*
Washuu was rolling on the floor, howling in laughter. Disgruntled,
Tenchi retrieved his manga and sat back down on the pillow. Washuu's
laughter slowly wound down, and she climbed up onto the next pillow
over.
"Heh, do you, heh heh, mind if I join you? Heh."
"Errr... no, I guess not."
"Thanks, Tenchi! I needed a good laugh."
"I would say 'anytime', but..."
"Heh, that's all right. Sorry if I scared you... too much." Washuu
broke into a wide and crooked smirk. "What're ya doin', anyway?"
Tenchi shrugged. "Just reading."
"Let me see." Tenchi handed her the manga, and she studied the
cover. "Ranma 1/2? What a strange title."
"Actually, it's hilarious."
"Oh? What's it about?"
"It's a really *long* story, but in a nutshell, it's about this
martial artist with a curse. The curse turns him into a girl
whenever he's splashed with cold water. He turns back with warm or
hot water. He's also engaged to the kami know how many women, all
arranged by his father (who's also cursed, but he turns into a giant
panda). He, Ranma that is, also has women who aren't engaged to him
chasing him around."
"Sound familiar?" Washuu quipped.
"Uhhh... maybe. Just a little," Tenchi said sheepishly.
Washuu studied the girl on the cover again. "So... Ranma can change
his sex with just the application of the right temperature of water?
Interesting..."
Tenchi bigsweated. "Uhhh, what do you mean by that?"
Washuu blinked and looked at Tenchi. A devilish smile grew on her
face. "Changing sexes sounds like fun. Does he completely change?
Inside and out?"
Tenchi's nervousness went up another notch. "Yeah, I, er, believe
so. Why?" His voice cracked on the last word.
She abruptly changed the subject. "By the way, Tenchi-dono. I could
really *use* you in the lab for a little while. *Nooo* one's home. I
still haven't gotten that sam--"
"AAAH! HAHAHA! Look at the time! HAHA! I promised Ryou-ou-ki some
carrots today, HAHA! So..." Tenchi hopped up onto his feet and was
running in place.
"Ne, Tenchi! It'll only take a *minute*! I'll put on a different
outfit for you." She winked at him.
Tenchi waved his hands in front of the scientist. "NOOOO, don't put
yourself out-- ERRR, I didn't... Don't take that the wrong way!!
AAAAH! Gotta go! See ya!" Tenchi set a personal best getting to the
carrot fields.
Washuu snickered as she watched Tenchi tear out of the house. "He's
so much fun to tease." She picked up the discarded manga, looking at
the girl on the cover. "A *complete* sex change with every splash.
Sounds like an interesting diversion. Just what I needed to chase
away the blues: a redhead. Can't beat 'em!"
She stood and walked to the stairs. "Hmmm, simulation based on
available morphological information for one Japanese male, double
liquid-temperature catalysts..."
____________________
"Hmmm. No. A little more there?"
A holographic image of a woman spun slowly over a trio of emitters,
bits of anatomy enlarging or shrinking at the whim of the scientist
at the controls. Said scientist was deep in thought as she studied
the mock-up. Finally, she picked up Tenchi's discarded manga and
placed it on a large metal disc, polished to a mirror finish. She
punched a button marked "SCAN", and the booklet shimmered for a
second.
"Cover page? No. Page 1? No. Page 2? No. Page... The girl with the
wings is really built, but no..." Washuu continued through the text,
until...
"Yes!" She touched one of the characters on the holographically
displayed manga page, and the figure became highlighted in bright
blue. "Load all instances of this character, extrapolate to three
dimensions, average, and display." The machine complied.
"Ewww." She tapped her finger against her chin. "Okay, modify model
to conform to Earth humanoid norm, cross-reference with standards of
beauty from same, subindex, um, Japan, and display." Taking a few
milliseconds longer, the device generated an altered image.
"Better. Hmmm." She tweaked the model's dimensions a little more,
drawing on her own knowledge of human standards of beauty. "There!
Hey, that's not too bad! Those need to be augmented, though." She
tweaked slightly more.
~~~~~
"Hair, hair, hair." One of her crab-leg forelocks waved in front of
her eye. "Red! Is there any other color? Take a little of that
displaced mass, don't send it to the pocket dimension, yes, yes."
Washuu studied the final appearance of her model for a few moments
and eventually nodded her head in approval.
"Now for the inside. Hee-heeeeee... Let me see if I can improve on
Mother Nature just a bit..."
~~~~~
"Default internal structure in place. Now for some adjustments.
Hmmm. Increase that response 45%, that bit, um, 55%, and that 35%.
Increase number of terminal ganglion clusters to accommodate load
increase, yes, yes. Heighten stimulus to those centers when that
happens, increase somatic responses accordingly..." She paused and
snickered. "Somatic responses, indeed! Let's see, um, yes, yes,
yes..."
~~~~~
"A masterpiece! Even if I do say so myself! Now, implementation.
Hmmm, kind of tricky, actually. Hmmm, hmmm... Water, temperature,
amount... Yes, yes..."
~~~~~
Washuu put the finishing touches on her work and crowed. "YES! This
was so much fun! I feel 837.15% better!" She gazed at the big red
button that would set everything in motion, and her face fell.
"Aw, nuts. I can't do that to him. It wouldn't be a very nice thing
to do, and he might never forgive me for it. Oh, well. It was fun to
think about, heh."
She typed in a file name: Onna-Tenchi. She paused and then grinned,
typing 'Muyou!' after it. She cackled aloud at her pun and leaned
back in her chair, jostling a piece of equipment behind her. She
heard a soft 'plop' and whipped her head around, a terrible feeling
gripping her. With a shout of "NO!" she spied Mihoshi's Galaxy
Police uniform hat sitting on the auxiliary control console. It had
apparently fallen from some precarious perch at about eye-level and
landed on the secondary big red button. Washuu's eye twitched, and
the surrounding machinery suddenly sprang to life.
A disembodied voice announced, "Transformation Process Engaged."
"AAACK!!" Washuu's fingers flew over her own console, trying to halt
the procedure. A holo-computer panel sprang up, and she read the
following line: "Interruption of process has an 86.7385% chance of
voiding test subject. Do you wish to cancel the process?"
Without even thinking about it, Washuu hit "NO". She put her face in
her hands and waited for the procedure to run its course.
____________________
It was late in the evening, the girls were still out but expected
anytime, and Tenchi was lounging in front of the television, a
rebroadcast of some Ranma 1/2 episodes occupying his attention. His
day definitely had a theme, it seemed.
Tenchi yawned as Ranma got splashed for the umpteenth time. <If he
wasn't so cute and sexy as a girl, this would've probably gotten old
by now. Thank Kamisama for fan service,> he thought.
He stood and stretched, leaving the television on for his father's
late news program. "Jeez. Between Washuu-chan scaring me half to
death and all the carrot farming I've done today, I'm beat." <I
wonder where Washuu-chan got off to, anyway? Her lab, probably.>
Tenchi shrugged and headed for the stairs.
As he reached the landing, a sudden, tingling warmth and a wave of
dizziness washed over him, and he grabbed the banister for support.
The front door chose that moment to open, and Sasami ran in,
followed by the always-smiling Mihoshi, holding a giant theater
soda, and a bedraggled Aeka and Ryouko.
"Tadaimaaaa!" Sasami called. The television, having moved on to the
end credits, answered her: "Up in blue sky silly blimp go byyy..."
"Tenchi-niichan!!" Sasami ran over to the hunched-over young man.
"Is something wrong?" The heads of the other women snapped around.
"Tenchi!" Ryouko teleported to his side and supported him as he took
a seat on the bottom stair. Still wobbly, he hung onto Ryouko to
keep from falling over. Aeka and Mihoshi rushed over.
Aeka reached him first, and Mihoshi was hot on her heels... for a
second. In order to negotiate a turn around a piece of furniture,
Mihoshi had crossed her right foot over her left, but didn't adjust
the path of her left foot when it moved forward. As a result, she
quickly found inertia and gravity propelling her to the horizontal.
She fanned her arms as she fell, and her giant theater soda went
flying. Everyone at the bottom of the stairs was drenched as they
watched Mihoshi hit the floor.
"WAAAAHH!" Mihoshi began to bawl. Feeling suddenly strange again,
Tenchi leaned back against the stairs and closed his eyes as the
female cast sighed and helped the crying Galaxy Policewoman to her
feet. As a group they turned back to Tenchi and halted after one
step.
"'Beep-beep! Beep-beep! This pager's drivin' me cra-a-zy...'"
After a few seconds of only music, Tenchi cracked an eye to see
everyone staring at him. Without warning, Ryouko powered up her
energy sword and glared, Aeka's logs put in an appearance, and
Mihoshi pulled her police-issue blaster out of... somewhere and
pointed it at him. Sasami looked frightened.
Tenchi scrambled back up the stairway a short distance. "WHAT?!" he
screeched in a very high-pitched voice. "EEP!" His hands flew to the
mouth that strange voice had come from, but before he could
investigate further, he found himself staring at the business end of
Ryouko's sword.
"What've you done with MY Tenchi?!?!" Ryouko demanded. "Fess' up,
ojouchan, before I stroke you with this!"
"Ryouko! I'm... EEP!" There was that voice, again.
"Look here, harridan! Where is Tenchi-sama?!" Aeka was crowding in,
and her logs were following.
While the princess and the pirate harangued the confused Tenchi,
Sasami had been looking at the TV, looking at Mihoshi's spilled
soda, looking at Tenchi, and back around and around. Mihoshi wasn't
entirely sure if what was going on was her fault or not.
"Ryouko! Aeka-san! It's me, Tenchi! And what the hell is wrong with
my voice?!?!"
"Look, you. Tenchi's 100% man! You, obviously, are not!" Ryouko
reached down and strongly squeezed a large and well-formed breast.
"ITAAAIII!" Tenchi screamed. "That HURT! I don't know what your
prob... lem... is..." Tenchi stared at Ryouko's hand still resting
on the breast. "Ano... what ARE these?" He reached up and
tentatively squeezed the two objects sitting under his shirt. The
sensation he received was... unexpected. "AH! KAMISAMA!! What ARE
these?!?!"
Ryouko rolled her eyes. "They're TITS, you moron, as if you didn't
know--"
"I know perfectly well what, erm, breasts are, thank you very much,
Ryouko! But why do *I* have them?!"
"Because you're a girl," Aeka said flatly.
"Hey! I'm a GUY, damn it!"
"ARGH!!!" Energy crackled all over Ryouko's body. "We're getting off
the subject!! WHERE. IS. TENCHI!!!"
"I'M. RIGHT. HERE, RYO--"
"COOOOLLLL!!!" Sasami had finally put all the pieces together, and
her very high-pitched exclamation cut through the argument. Everyone
looked at Sasami's wide, smiling eyes. "Tenchi-niichan,
er, -oneechan, um...! Anyway, how did you get a curse like Ranma's?
Can I get one, too? Gee, what do I wanna be? I'm already gonna be a
spaceship, someday, so that's out. Ryou-ou-ki has cats and bunnies
covered... sort of. I don't think I wanna be a boy. Hmmm... Magical
Girl?"
"Sasami! Now is not the time to be acting out your fantasies," Aeka
said. "We have a major problem. Tenchi-sama is missing!"
"Oneesama! Don't you get it? That," pointing at the girl-apparent on
the stairs, "IS Tenchi!"
The girls turned and stared at Tenchi, who was, at the moment,
feeling all over the strange body under her hands. A look of horror
grew on Tenchi's face.
"AAAAAHHHH!!!" Tenchi startled everyone by hopping up and running
for the restroom, knee-length red hair billowing out behind. The
girls followed and found Tenchi staring in the mirror.
Tenchi looked at the breasts. <They're HUGE! Well... large, at
least.> Tenchi looked at the waspish waist, the flare of the hips,
the firm and well-shaped legs.
"Oh, no. I'm... I'm..." Everyone leaned in. "I'm a GIRL!" The women
tipped the rest of the way over and face-faulted. Ryouko was the
first up, and she looked at the redhead in confusion.
"Te-Te-Tenchi?" Ryouko asked in an unsteady voice.
"Hai. It's me."
"How... how..."
"Wait a second, Ryouko." Tenchi closed her eyes with a grimace and
slowly, ever so slowly reached her hand down to check...
Tenchi's eyes flew open. "WAAAAH! It's GONE!"
Ryouko clapped her hands together twice and bowed, silently saying a
Shinto prayer.
"I, for one, do not believe it!" Aeka voiced in her most regal tone.
"You will have to prove it... 'girl'!" Everyone scratched their
heads, but it was Mihoshi who came up with the answer. She leaned
over and whispered in Tenchi's ear, and Tenchi immediately
brightened.
"Hey! Good idea, Mihoshi."
"Ohhh, it was nothing, really," she giggled while blushing.
Tenchi pulled the Tenchiken from... somewhere, and the blade sprang
to life. Aeka wilted; Tenchi had provided the proof she'd wanted.
"I see," Aeka muttered. "Who would do such a thing to you,
Tenchi-sama?"
A birdcall washed through the room, and everyone spoke
simultaneously.
"WASHUU!"
~~~~~
At the unassuming door to Washuu's interdimensional laboratory, all
was quiet until the rumbling of many feet rose to a deafening roar,
but before anyone could pound on the innocent door, it opened.
Washuu looked out bleakly, clutching something in her hand.
Everyone started talking at once, but Washuu closed her eyes and
raised her hand. The talking faltered and died off, although Tenchi
filled the sudden silence.
"WASHUU-CHAN!!" she screeched in her sweet voice. "WHAT'S THE BIG
IDEA?!"
Washuu bowed low. "Gomen nasai, Tenchi-dono. It wasn't intentional."
She straightened. "I was just running a simulation, but..." She
speared Mihoshi with her gaze. "BUBBLEHEAD over there left her
uniform cap in my lab! It *fell* off and started the whole shebang!
Even when you're NOT there, you're causing me trouble!"
Mihoshi started bawling, and Washuu immediately felt contrite.
"S-Sorry, Mihoshi-dono."
Tenchi jumped as Mihoshi gathered her up in a hug, easily picking
her up off the floor and mashing her face into a generous breast,
and started bawling at the top of Tenchi's head. "I'm so SORRY,
Tenchi! I can't do anything right! WAAAH!!"
Tenchi fanned her arms frantically, but the movement began to slow
as her body began to quiver.
"Uh... Mihoshi," Ryouko offered, "I think you need to, ah, let her
go."
The Galaxy Policewoman instantly stopped bawling and peered at
Ryouko. "Whaaat?"
Ryouko pointed down to the limp Tenchi in Mihoshi's arms.
"EEK!" Mihoshi dropped Tenchi to her feet, and the brand-new girl
actually managed to stay upright, if a bit wobbly.
Mihoshi bent down to look her in the face. "I'm so sorry, Tenchi!"
"Noooo worries," Tenchi said slowly, slack jawed and eyes glazed
over. "I'm just peeeachy."
Mihoshi straightened and smiled, resisting the urge to squeeze the
redhead in another hug. "Thanks, Tenchi! I feel LOTS better now!"
Everyone face-faulted.
"So would I if I'd had that," Ryouko muttered from the floor.
Snapped out of her daze, Tenchi crawled to her feet and addressed
Washuu. "Can you fix this? Oh, of course you can, hahaha! You're the
Greatest Scientific Genius in the galaxy--"
"Universe," Washuu corrected with a glare.
"Uh... yeah, heh, the universe." Tenchi scratched the back of her
head, making her breasts bounce... a lot. "Ow. That's
uncomfortable." Tenchi grabbed her jiggling breasts with splayed
fingers to stop them from moving. Aeka and Ryouko boggled, but
Tenchi didn't notice.
"Um, about fixing this?" She hefted her mounds, and Ryouko fell over
while Aeka blushed and averted her gaze. Tenchi noticed this time
and, abashed, she let go of herself.
"Ryouko will loan you a bra, Tenchi-sama," Aeka said, still looking
away.
"I don't wear bras, Aeka," Ryouko smirked. "I'm naturally pert."
Tenchi face-faulted. "That's more than I needed to know..." She
crawled to her feet. "About this, Washuu-chan?" she said, pointing
at her chest.
Washuu twiddled her thumbs. "Well..."
"YOU CAN FIX IT, RIGHT?!" Tenchi screeched. Her nerves were
jangling, and she felt a little out of control.
"Of course I can!" Washuu huffed, then deflated. "But it'll take me
a while. I didn't, er, rather, the simulation was run on the idea
that it be permanent, so I didn't leave myself a lot of outs, errr,
but hey! No problem! Just have to wait until I can figure out how?
Right? Right?"
She was greeted with three half-lidded stares and one look of
confusion. Sasami was still looking Tenchi over. She figured it
would be fun having Tenchi as a big sister *and* a big brother at
the same time.
Ryouko stepped forward and turned Washuu around, pushing her back
into her lab. "Well, get after it!"
"Hey!" Washuu objected. "I'm hungry!"
"Aeka'll cook you something to eat," Ryouko offered.
Washuu's eyes bulged. "Nonononoooo! That's okay! I, er, can dash
something together from a replicator. Gah!"
Ryouko snorted, pushed Washuu the rest of the way in, and pulled the
door shut. Everyone heaved a sigh of one emotion or another,
although Aeka glared at Ryouko for the cooking comment.
Tenchi slumped over and trudged back to the living room. She fell
onto the couch, bemoaning her fate. "I'm not a man. I'm not a man.
I'm--"
"Tenchi-oneechan, all you need is some warm water, right?" Sasami
suggested.
Tenchi sprang off the couch and gathered the blue-haired princess up
in her arms. "Arigatou, Sasami-chan. You SAVED me!" Tenchi gave her
a big smooch on the cheek, and then stopped.
"What did I do that for? I don't kiss people like that." She shakily
set Sasami back down.
"Boy, don't I know it," Ryouko said in despair.
Sasami looked at Tenchi strangely, and then her eyes grew wide.
"Maybe it's the curse," she said solemnly. Everyone pondered this,
except Ryouko. She gave Tenchi an appraising look that had the new
redhead squirming.
Tenchi raised an arm and scratched the back of her head again,
causing more interesting motions on her front. Ryouko noticed, and
her gaze got much steamier. Tenchi gave Ryouko a funny look, and
then she looked down at her jiggling chest. She jerked her arm down
and crossed it with the other over her attributes, blushing
furiously.
Aeka felt sympathy for Tenchi. Female royalty shouldn't have to be
subjected to... She started, realizing she was thinking of Tenchi
like a sister.
"What's going on?" Sasami asked, looking around at the various
expressions over her head.
"Ah! HAHA! I think I'll get some hot water, now," Tenchi exclaimed.
She trotted into the kitchen and out of sight. A moment later,
otoko-Tenchi walked out.
"Well, that was different," Tenchi observed. "It's really weird when
you're paying attention." He pulled his now-black tresses around.
"And I kept the long hair. Weird."
Ryouko floated over. "Is it still gone?" She began to rub her hands
up and down his torso, gradually moving lower.
Tenchi grabbed her hands. "Uh... HAHA! Yeah... I mean, no! It's, um,
back."
Ryouko and Aeka breathed in relief. Sasami and Mihoshi just looked.
"What? Is what back?" Mihoshi asked.
"ERRR, ME! Yeah, that's it! I'm back!" Tenchi laughed a little too
loudly. Sasami blushed as she finally figured out what they were
talking about.
"C'mon, Mihoshi-oneechan. I'll fix you a midnight snack," Sasami
offered.
"Yay! I was getting hungry, again."
Everyone bigsweated. "After all that food?" Aeka whispered. Ryouko
nodded. "Father's going to kill me when he founds out I hocked that
little diamond from Carbilon VII," Aeka complained, "just to buy
food for a bottomless pit." Ryouko patted her on the shoulder in
sympathy.
Meanwhile, Tenchi had slumped back onto the couch and was brooding
over his current situation, staring at the knee-length hair he'd
piled in his lap.
"Do you think it'll take Washuu a long time to fix this?" he asked.
Ryouko shrugged. "She really dodged around saying."
Tenchi sighed. "What am I gonna DO? I've got school tomorrow!"
"Stay dry?" Aeka offered with a faint smile.
"In SWIM class?!"
"Oh, dear." Aeka fretted, trying to come up with a solution. Ryouko
levitated into Tenchi's lap and put her arms around his neck.
"Te-nnn-chi. I want you to know that I'm here for you."
Tenchi panicked for a second, but Ryouko's words registered and he
softened.
"Thanks, Ryouko. I appreciate--"
"Monster woman! Are you trying to get MY Tenchi during her, ERRR,
his time of need?!" Tired from the daylong excursion, Aeka's fuse
had shortened considerably.
"Aeka! How DARE you insinuate that I'd take advantage of Ten--"
"Take ADVANTAGE?! Then what do you call sneaking into her room at
all hours of the day and night?! Tender Loving Care?!"
"Girls--"
"Ooo! Listen, Prissy Princess. I'm just letting Tenchi know that if
he needs anything--"
"I'm sure you'd GLADLY oblige, especially if it means relieving her
of her virtue!"
"GIRLS--"
"VIRTUE!! You're one to talk, Miss Pheromones!"
"WHAT?!?!"
"'Look at me! I'm innocent and pure! Make love to me, Tenchi!'
That's what you are!"
Tenchi stared at Aeka in surprise, while Aeka's mouth worked in
indignation.
Sasami walked out of the kitchen carrying a tray. "I've got tea!"
Aeka went purple, and her power logs faded in around Ryouko and
Tenchi. One of the logs bumped the tray Sasami was carrying, and the
teakettle hit the rim of the tray and sloshed its contents all over
Tenchi. Everyone stopped to look.
"At least it was *warm* water," Tenchi quipped. Ryouko rubbed her
hand across his damp chest.
"I'll help dry you off, Tenchi," Ryouko said seductively. Aeka was
about to let loose again when Mihoshi came jogging out of the
kitchen.
"Thanks so much, Sasami, for replacing my soda-- URK!" Mihoshi
planted her face into one of Aeka's logs, and her arms stuck
straight out in front of her. Her new soda went flying... onto
Tenchi. Ryouko was now rubbing two large breasts instead of a
masculine chest.
Tenchi's head slowly lolled back, and she started giving off little
grunts and groans of pleasure. Ryouko was still trying to take in
what had happened and why Tenchi was making such weird noises,
forgetting that she was still rubbing.
"ACK!! Ryouko-san! WHAT are you DOING, you HENTAI?!?!" Aeka
screeched.
Ryouko looked at Aeka and blinked. "Huh?"
Aeka pointed at Tenchi's chest. Ryouko looked down at her arm still
moving on autopilot, "EEP!", then sprang away.
Tenchi forced her head up and gave Ryouko a disappointed look.
"Oh... huh?" Tenchi examined her body. "YAAAH! I'm a girl, again!
How did THAT happen?" <And I suddenly WANTED to be fondled!> "ARGH!"
"As to how it happened... guess," Aeka deadpanned.
Tenchi closed her eyes and nodded. "Mihoshi-san."
Mihoshi was still standing with a face full of power log... snoring.
With a disgusted huff, Aeka dispelled the logs, and Mihoshi crumpled
to the ground, asleep.
Hovering in the air a few feet away, Ryouko found herself having a
fast change of heart, sorry she'd sprung away like that. <Damn!> she
thought. <Why do I still feel like boinking him, even when he's a
girl? Hmmm, even though he's a she, it's still Tenchi. That's all
that matters.> Ryouko smiled serenely, knowing she could love him no
matter what. She floated back down into Tenchi's lap.
"It doesn't matter to me what you look like, Tenchi. I'm still here
for you," Ryouko cooed.
Tenchi trembled in desire. She *wanted* to be touched all of a
sudden, oh Kamisama, so much. "Ry-Ry-Ryouko. I-I think you'd
be-better le-let me up."
Ryouko pouted, but moved off Tenchi's lap and let her rise. Tenchi
shakily stood and wandered towards the stairway. "Oyasumi. I think
I've had enough for one day."
"Oh, Tenchi, you poor dear," Aeka said. "If you need to talk about
anything, you know where I am!" She literally sang the last part.
Tenchi stopped and, with the others, looked at Aeka, eyebrows
raised. "Uh, yeah, Aeka-san. Thanks... I think." With that, she
turned and climbed out of sight.
"Aeka? What was *that* all about?" Ryouko asked after a few seconds,
looking at the crown princess like she was a stranger.
Aeka put her hand to her mouth. "I... I'm not sure. I was worried
that she might have, um, felt... violated?"
"WHAT?!?! SHE?!?!?!" Ryouko was beside herself, figuratively
speaking.
Aeka put a hand to her forehead. "I find I have a headache. I do not
wish to speak of this any further. Good night!" She climbed the
stairs to her room.
Still fuming a little, Ryouko looked around at the mess while Sasami
cleaned. Unsure of what to think or feel at the moment, Ryouko bent
down and helped her 'little sister' sop up spilled soda. Mihoshi
began to alternate loud 'snorks' with regular snores.
~~~~~
In her lab, Washuu had been watching the proceedings, occasionally
falling off her cushion in gales of laughter, despite feeling guilty
over what had happened. At the moment, however, she had a
contemplative look on her face.
"If I read Tenchi right, just now... hmmm. This little accident may
actually start a fire or two burning. At any rate, it could be fun;
Tenchi doesn't seem to be acting *too* oddly."
Shrugging, she went back to her researches on reversing a water
'curse'.
____________________
The alarm clock buzzed, and Tenchi, male this time, groped blindly
and shut it off. He sat up and put on a yukata over his T-shirt and
shorts. He sleepily wandered out of his room, down the stairs, and
entered the bathroom down the hall; he didn't feel like chancing the
onsen this morning.
After taking care of certain morning necessities, he groggily filled
the wash pail with cold water and then sat down on the stool near
the furo, facing the door. He scrubbed himself down for a few
minutes, and he then dumped the pail over his head, rinsing the suds
off.
"BRRRRR!"
The door to the room opened, and Tenchi's father, Nobuyuki, stood
there with his mouth open.
"Ohayou, Oyaji." <Huh?> "EEP!!!" Tenchi clamped her hands over her
mouth and looked up at Nobuyuki. Her father's jaw was now down to
his bellybutton, a thick string of drool hanging out of his mouth
and pooling on the tile. Tenchi noticed that she was sitting in a
very unfeminine position, legs spread and giving her father a rather
unrestricted view of her unmentionables.
"Grrr." Tenchi slammed her knees together in a sudden attack of
feminine modesty and scooped up a pail of warm water from the furo,
dumping it over her head. Nobuyuki promptly fainted, a circle of
skipping redheads over him.
"Serves you right! Oyaji no baka!" Tenchi crawled into the furo,
leaving his father on the floor.
After several minutes, Nobuyuki came to and shifted into a sitting
position, his eyes blinking. "Tenchi, did you see a gorgeous, um,
very healthy, redheaded girl just a little bit ago?"
"NO! *I* honestly did not!"
"Oh," Nobuyuki said, disappointed.
"Hentai. Your own son," Tenchi muttered.
"Eh?"
"Nothing." Tenchi got out of the furo, his long hair sticking to his
body like a cloak. "It's all yours."
Nobuyuki nodded and sat down on a wash stool. He stopped and thought
for a second. "Long hair?" He rapidly shook his head. "I must've
been seeing things."
~~~~~
Breakfast was an odd affair. Tenchi, raggedly shorn of his excess
locks, was more silent than usual, and only replied in grunts when
spoken to. The girls sneaked surreptitious looks at him throughout
the meal. This lasted until a spider made itself known as it crawled
across Mihoshi's rice.
"EEEEEK!!!" Mihoshi pulled a baseball bat from... somewhere and
started clubbing the table and everything on it. Dishes shattered
and glasses were dumped, but the spider simply walked away from it
all. Ryouko and Aeka glared at her, but the rest were looking at
Tenchi, sopping wet and female, with long, brilliantly-red hair. She
pulled a noodle out of her ear.
Nobuyuki, certain drives overwhelming his powers of observation and
his reason, was back to drooling. He suddenly found his face
flattened by the only intact plate on the table. Tenchi drew her arm
back after the throw, garnering Ryouko's, Aeka's, and Mihoshi's
attention in the process.
Masaki Katsuhito, Tenchi's grandfather, appeared in the doorway,
wondering what all the commotion was about. Tenchi hung her head and
rose from the table, slowly backing up towards her grandfather.
"I'm going back to bed," Tenchi said. Katsuhito raised his hands,
palms up, in order to stop the unfamiliar girl from backing into
him.
"I just can't deal with school today." Tenchi turned around, and
Katsuhito enjoyed the rare sensation of two comfy breasts squishing
into his palms. He barely resisted the urge to squeeze.
"OOO-HO-HO-HOOOOO! What do we have here?"
Tenchi jumped back, crossing her arms over her chest. "JIICHAN!"
Katsuhito, hands still out, blinked at the redheaded girl in front
of him. "Eh?"
"Ooooo!" Tenchi stalked out of the room and up the stairs.
Katsuhito lowered his hands and looked at everyone quizzically. "Who
was that lovely, healthy young vision of femininity?"
Sasami was the only conscious person not trying to pick up their
lower jaw. "Ummm... that was Tenchi-nii, er, -oneechan, um..."
Katsuhito raised both eyebrows for half a second, and then he
resumed his normally inscrutable demeanor. He nodded his head and
hummed, and he turned and walked out of the dining area. The
remaining household went about cleaning up Mihoshi's mess,
occasionally stepping on the prone form of Nobuyuki.
A polite but firm knock sounded in the hall outside of Washuu's lab.
A wary scientist appeared in the door's round window, but her
expression quickly changed.
"Ah, Katsuhito-dono! Er, you want to know about Tenchi, I take it,"
she said despairingly.
Katsuhito cocked an eyebrow. "Quite."
"Please, come in."
The handle turned easily, allowing the priest and first crown prince
of Jurai entry.
~~~~~
Katsuhito stepped out of the utility closet with a distant look on
his face. Hearing the TV on, he quickly schooled his features and
walked into the other room.
Everyone was downstairs. Tenchi had obviously elected to not spend
his day off from school in bed, and he was seated a little distance
away from the rest, in a position, the priest thought, to avoid
unnecessary dousings. He allowed one eyebrow to creep back up at the
long, luxuriant hair cascading down the back of Tenchi's chair.
<I'll loan him a hair tie.>
Standing quietly, Katsuhito turned his attention to the girls. His
gaze examined each of them and finally rested on Ryouko, who was
intent on the daytime drama unfolding on the television screen. He
allowed the corners of his mouth to turn up a little. As Tenchi
would occasionally look over at the others, he noticed that his
grandson's gaze would linger slightly longer on the space pirate.
Katsuhito finally turned and left the house, heading for the shrine.
<She'll be good for him, if I'm reading that correctly, albeit a
handful.> He sighed. <The fallout is not going to be pretty,
though.> He brooded on the elder of his two sisters as he climbed
the stone steps leading to his place of work.
~~~~~
Tenchi was enjoying the relative quiet engendered by his, er, state
and was enjoying being able to watch television in peace.
At the commercial break, Sasami left the room to get some snacks.
Tenchi watched her leave and then returned his attention to the
television. A part of him sensed when Sasami re-entered, but he
didn't look up. Cold water abruptly washed over him, and a giggling,
little blue-haired girl stood there, an empty glass in hand.
"Sasami-chan!" Tenchi complained.
"That is SO COOL!" Sasami laughed. Tenchi grumped and rested her
head on her fist, forcing herself to look at the TV and *not* pay
any attention to the unmistakable bulges on her chest. Still
giggling, Sasami left a drink and some snacks for Tenchi while
taking the rest to the others on the couch.
"Errr... Tenchi-sama?" Aeka looked a little worried.
"Yeah?"
"Are you not going to change back?"
"What for? Sasami, or someone else, will just splash me again,"
Tenchi grumped.
"Oh."
The people in the room grew quiet again as the regular program
resumed. Tenchi could feel the girls looking at her from time to
time. She shifted her position slightly in order to better see out
of the corner of her eye who was looking at any given time.
Mihoshi had initially divided her attention between Tenchi and the
television, but as the drama picked up again, she was lost to the
program. During a steamy scene, Aeka turned and watched Tenchi for a
time. Tenchi began to feel a little uncomfortable and started to
fidget; she felt like Aeka was weighing her or something, as if
she'd forgotten who Tenchi was. The current scene on the TV ended,
and Aeka looked back at the screen. Now, it was Ryouko's turn to
stare.
If Tenchi had been uncomfortable before, she was now mentally
writhing under Ryouko's hot gaze. She could almost feel it caressing
her body, but the odd thing, Tenchi observed, was that it was
pleasant, in a tingly sort of way. She flicked a glance in the space
pirate's direction. Ryouko had one elbow on the arm of the couch,
and her hand was against her face as she studied the redhead, her
little finger bent and being chewed on.
Tenchi was almost sorry she'd looked. She absently rubbed her legs
together, feeling the rough cloth of her drawstring pants against
her soft skin. She was also feeling decidedly warm. Tenchi exerted
some self-control and focused her attention on the television. It
was another steamy scene... with two women. <Oh, great,> Tenchi
thought sourly.
They were kissing passionately and slowly disrobing each other. The
lighting faded until only silhouettes could be seen. The taller
woman pulled the other's shirt down over her arms, and she kissed
the rise of Tenchi's bare bosom. Tenchi then began unbuttoning
Ryouko's shirt, but Ryouko then pushed Tenchi down onto the bed and
out of view of the camera. Without realizing it, Tenchi's
imagination had taken over, filling in for the missing visuals.
Ryouko loosened the drawstring to Tenchi's pants, and her hand slid
downward over Tenchi's smooth stomach. Gasping and needy, Tenchi
spread her legs, and Ryouko gently touched--
"AAAAAHHH!!!" Tenchi leapt to her feet, panting and staring at a
startled Ryouko. "Don't *LOOK* at me like *THAT*! Now I'm all
*HORNY*-- MMMRRFFF!!"
Tenchi had slapped her hands over her mouth... too late. Everyone
else was still confused at her outburst, but Tenchi's eyes bulged as
Ryouko slowly smiled in feline satisfaction.
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END ONNA-TENCHI MUYOU! CHAPTER ONE