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Ayeka stood triumphantly over her fallen foe, recoiling the
whip into both gloved hands. Her face had a look of extreme
satisfaction as she breathed heavily, leather creaking in
protest.
Ryoko lay on her hip with her head down, one leg stretched
out and the other bent beneath her, her arms supporting her upper
body as she gazed up through the veil of hair that had fallen
forward to conceal her face. She, too, shuddered as she gasped
for breath, face flushed with exertion.
Somewhere, the music stopped.
Reiko hit the floor.
Ayame, on the other hand, sagged nerveless in her chair,
eyes closed as she tried to remember every detail.
*clap clap clap*
Mrs. Ikeuchi stepped forward, clapping loudly and
distinctly.
Everyone else started clapping as well, slowly at first but
gradually getting louder. Miyo whistled in approval.
"Well _done_ girls, that was as fine a performance as I've
ever seen! I'm sorry, though, but I think we'll have to call it
a draw. Neither of our good judges seems to be with us at the
moment."
Ayame waggled one hand weakly. "I want one of those
outfits."
"Me, too," floated up from the floor beside her.
Mrs. Ikeuchi flashed a bright smile at the rest of them.
"Anyone else see anything they like?"
This time, she was not disappointed.
*****************
The common household rat is a creature that is eternally
seeking to avoid confrontation. It skulks quietly around in dark
places, always keeps to the edges of a room, and hides instantly
when faced with anything bigger and stronger than itself. Like
all things, it is constantly avoiding that final appointment with
fate.
That's not to say that it's a truly cowardly animal, merely
that it knows when it is far outmatched, which, sadly, is most of
the time. However, when the chips are down and it's backed into
a corner, all that repressed ferocity pours forth, making it an
opponent to be reckoned with.
Tenchi shared many of the personality traits of a rat, as
he was also eternally seeking to avoid confrontation. In fact,
according to the less charitable, he was a weenie. That wasn't
entirely his fault, at one time he was actually able to have an
intelligent conversation with the opposite sex and could consider
a relationship in a clear frame of mind.
All that was before aliens landed in his backyard.
First impressions are often the most powerful, and Tenchi's
first impression of the beautiful alien women that kept moving in
with him was of beautiful women wielding powers beyond his
understanding and trying to kill each other. He was far
outmatched, and he knew it.
A normal, manly view of this would be 'Go for it, it's
worth the risk!', especially when it became apparent that they
liked him. Tenchi was too afraid to even think about it.
The potential gains did not outweigh the risk of being squished
like a bug. His worldview, a product of a male dominated
society, had trouble with powerful women, and thus, he turned
into a weenie and lost much of his emerging manliness.
Still, being a male such as he was, he did have several
manly characteristics. He was a good bit dense, he tended to
leave the toilet seat up, and he avoided thinking about anything
he didn't know how to handle in the hope that it'd go away. That
wasn't much to work with, but it was all Ayeka and Ryoko had.
****************
"We're home!" called Tenchi, opening the door to let Sasami
through. They'd spent the day in the city, going to amusement
parks and shopping. Neither of which did Tenchi really care for,
but he had fun regardless.
"Ayeka? Ryoko?" Sasami called, carrying a few small bags
in and letting Tenchi bring the rest.
"Hello!" chorused the two girls as they appeared to greet
them. Kiyone and Mihoshi had already gone home after helping
clean up, and the others had long since left. "How was your day,
Sasami?" asked Ayeka cheerfully.
"Good, thanks!" Sasami replied, setting her bags down on
the couch. "We went shopping, and then we went to a water park,
and then we ate pizza, and then we shopped some more! Did you
have fun while we were gone?"
Ayeka nodded, glaring at Ryoko where she was trying to
cuddle up to Tenchi. "Yes, it was quite interesting. I had no
idea Earth shared so many similarities with Jurai- Ryoko! Would
you stop that! We agreed, not till we finished the book!"
"I was just checking!" Ryoko protested innocently. "You
know, article twelve!"
"You've already done that. Lots."
Tenchi turned to Sasami, who shrugged. "Well," he said,
turning back, "I'm glad you had a good time. Did you ever get
Washu to come out?"
"Nah, she never would answer her door. I wonder what she's
doing in there..." Ryoko mused aloud.
Tenchi shuddered reflexively. "Probably best not to ask."
They all nodded agreement.
Ayeka grabbed Ryoko's arm and started dragging her out of
the room. "Come on, we've got to finish reading my book and
figure out what type he is."
"_Our_ book. And I found it first. I wouldn't even have
told you about it if I hadn't ran out of money." Ryoko
reluctantly allowed herself to be dragged along. "I still say
he's an alpha type..."
Ayeka delicately refrained from snorting. "Oh, come now,
as manly as he is, even I don't think-" their voices faded from
hearing.
****************
"Umm, Kiyone?" Mihoshi asked, blushing. They'd already
been home for several hours, and Mihoshi's nervousness was
palpable. The first thing she'd done had been take out the
Pleasureslave and plug its little AC adapter/charger into a wall
socket.
Kiyone sighed. "Yes, Mihoshi," she replied, already
knowing what the question was. "Just go to the other room."
"Umm, I don't know if I can. Could you, umm, take a walk
or something?" She squirmed visibly.
"Fine, whatever." Kiyone carefully avoided grumbling a few
choice words as she left. She couldn't really begrudge her
partner a little private time. Sometimes even Kiyone liked a
little time to herself.
Figuring that Mihoshi would like at least an hour, she
stayed gone for some time. Walking was cheaper, so she ambled
idly around the city, gazing wistfully at a karaoke bar from
afar, but in the end deciding not to. People were everywhere,
and she blended in nicely. Just another earthling, nothing to
look at here...
She was quite tired when she finally made it back to the
apartment. It was late, and she'd had a very long day. There
was work tomorrow to consider, as well.
"Oh, that's incredibly loud," she exclaimed involuntarily
beneath her breath upon entering the small apartment. It was an
easily heard sound, although hard to identify if you didn't
already know what it was. Kiyone's first thought was of the food
processor she'd seen Sasami use. Soft thumps and moans
accompanied it, although they were much more readily filtered out
by the walls. That buzzing, however...
Kiyone briefly considered going out for another walk, but a
wave of exhaustion hit her and she reconsidered. She decided to
compromise.
"Mihoshi," she said loudly, knocking on the thin door to
the bedroom. "Mihoshi!"
"What."
Kiyone blinked. That had been very terse and annoyed,
especially for the blonde. "Mihoshi, how much longer are you
going to be?"
"I don't know! Go away!" Mihoshi replied petulantly.
Kiyone frowned. "Mihoshi, I'm tired, and we have work
tomorrow! Now hurry up!"
The buzzing mercifully stopped.
Kiyone was just about to open her mouth when the door
opened a foot and a blanket, a pillow, and her alarm clock was
pushed out. The door slammed shut and a few seconds later the
buzzing restarted.
She sighed and grabbed her sleeping gear, then made herself
as comfortable as possible in a chair.
As tired as she was, it's still a little difficult to sleep
when your best friend keeps moaning in pleasure from a few yards
away. Not to mention the blender-like noise.
****************
"He doesn't have any other girlfriends."
"No, that time I followed him all day, he barely said
'hello' to any other girls."
"Despite your opinion, he's not an alpha male. He's just
not the man's man type."
"More like a woman's man."
"Yes, that certainly seems obvious. What is it about him
that attracts... Ah, yes. I remember now."
"I thought you might. Even Kiyone an' Mihoshi are
attracted to Tenchi."
"Yeah, and having to compete with your own sister hardly
makes the chase fun." *sigh*
"I've seen the looks Sasami gives him when she thinks none
of us are watching. I love her to death, but when it comes down
to it..." The unspoken threat hung in the air.
"Yes, well, she's too young to worry about. Tenchi is a
true gentleman, and he treats Sasami like his own sister."
"True. Unless, you don't think... ?"
"Never! I would know if Tenchi had any feelings like that
towards my sister. There was that time in the bath, you know."
"I know, I know, I just can't help but be suspicious. Love
makes us funny. _Why_, just tell me why he won't respond to my
advances? And no cracks about him not wanting someone like me.
Let's be serious, here."
"The thought hadn't crossed my mind. Really."
"Un, hunh."
"Maybe he is only attracted to earth girls?"
"In case you hadn't noticed, we both look like earth girls.
Better, even. And you dress enough like these simpering little
housewives that I find it hard to believe he could tell the
difference."
"So that thought is out. And we've both played hard to
get. If anything he was relieved."
"That was nasty. One of your worst ideas yet."
"Like your 'space slut from hell' tactic was doing any
better."
"Well, that's it, I guess."
"What?"
"He must be gay."
"It would explain much... But let's not be hasty here.
Surely there is some explanation, some way we can win Tenchi's
love."
"How? We've already went through the book four times!
It's three in the morning, I'm tired, you look like hell, and
we're still no closer to our goal!"
"I don't know about _you_, but I refuse to give up. I will
go through this book again and again, and if I still don't find
the answer, I will look elsewhere!"
*sigh* "Never say that a princess has more dedication than
a pirate. Gimme that thing."
****************
Kiyone awoke to her alarm clock far, far too early in the
morning. She shifted slowly, stiff and sore from her night in
the chair. One questing hand grabbed the clock off the floor and
brought it to her bleary eyes. She read the time, groaned, and
switched the alarm off before dropping it to the floor and
closing her eyes again. It would take her a few minutes to
marshal the strength necessary to simply move, much less make it
through the day.
Less than a minute later, her hand once again flicked the
switch, turning the alarm clock off.
One eye popped open. The alarm was still going.
"Oh, no..." she groaned, identifying the buzz this time.
"Not now, not this." She covered her head with her pillow and
turned.
Finally, a sense of urgency spurred her on, and she rose to
get ready.
"Mihoshi! We've got to get to work!" she yelled, banging
on the door.
"In a minute!" came the cheerful reply. "I'm almost
finished!"
"Damn it, Mihoshi!" Kiyone growled. "Quit spanking your
cabbit and get out here! We're going to be late!"
Kiyone would curse the day Mihoshi got that damned thing.
Often.
****************
Days passed.
Mihoshi remained excessively cheerful at work, yet
strangely reclusive at home. Kiyone learned to sleep with
pillows tied around her head and prayed that Mihoshi would break
her toy. Just what was all that banging around, anyway?
Tenchi's life continued on normally. Sure, Ayeka and Ryoko
would often do strange things, but then again they always did
things he didn't comprehend. He'd be worried if they didn't.
Although he did wonder a little when Ryoko had interrogated him
about his memories of his mother and then Ayeka had started
dressing in an old fashioned kimono and spending lots of time in
the kitchen. Sasami still cooked, as usual, so he soon put it
out of his mind. It stopped after two days, anyway.
Ayeka and Ryoko went quietly insane, frustrated beyond
belief or tolerance. They tried everything in the book designed
for short term results; there were still a few long term plans
described but they'd each tried several of those already and were
sick and tired of waiting.
And Washu-chan... Well, Washu-chan stayed busy and refused
to come out. Except for once, just to catch a bite to eat and
reassure everyone that she wasn't dead.
As fast as adding a cup of corn-starch, the plot thickened.
****************
Mid-day. Tenchi was at school, Nobuyuki was at work,
Sasami was reading a manga outside, and Ayeka and Ryoko argued
at the table over an open book.
A door under the stairs opened silently, and out stepped
the cutest, and the greatest, scientific mind in the universe.
It was housed in a child-like body with long, bright red hair, a
body that was currently munching absentmindedly on some Cinnamon
Toast Crunch out of a box she carried around with her.
Of _course_ she could see why they were so great. She
wasn't called the greatest scientific genius in the universe for
nothing.
"Hello! Is anyone home?" called Washu, discarding the now
empty box in a wastebasket as she wandered the house in search of
companionship.
Arguing voices drew her attention as she neared the living
room, and she quickly walked that way.
Inside, Ryoko and Ayeka sat on opposite sides of a low
table, sitting on the edge of their seats as they leaned forward
to argue some specific point.
"Hiya!" Washu chirped brightly. "What are you two doing?"
They jumped, startled.
"Oh, Washu...chan!" Ayeka began, nearly forgetting but
rallying in the middle to avoid annoying her housemate. "How
have you been?"
Washu smiled happily and plopped down beside her. "Good,
good, and I'm glad to see you haven't forgotten me."
"Amazing isn't it?" Ryoko commented, giving her a sideways
look. "But we had a betting pool going, I had my money on 'blew
up in experiment gone wrong.'"
Washu frowned. "And you, Ayeka?"
"'Accidentally transported to another galaxy,'" admitted
the princess shamefacedly.
"Hmph. Like a genius like be could be done in by something
so simple. So, what has been going on around here?" She leaned
forward to see the book better.
"Umm, we had a little get together, but your door was
locked and we couldn't get you," Ayeka replied.
"That was to keep the bubble-head out," she replied,
picking up the book and flipping through it rapidly.
"Sasami is outside, I think, Tenchi has gone to school,
and-"
"You two are trying to seduce him, but you're not having
any success."
"Bingo," replied Ryoko.
"A simple deduction. What all have you tried?"
"Everything but getting him drunk or using an aphrodisiac."
Ayeka sighed.
"And that was only because we didn't want to resort to
chemicals. That's not love," Ryoko explained.
"It's starting to look better, though."
Ryoko nodded.
"Let me get this straight," Washu began. "You're going
through all these different methods, trying to win Tenchi's
love?"
They nodded.
"It would help if we knew what personality type he was."
Ayeka supplied. "Then we would know what tactic to use."
Washu threw down the book and up her hands. "Great Seldon!
You haven't figured it out yet? Ah! I'm going to find Sasami,
and maybe some intelligent conversation." She stood to leave.
"Wait!" Ayeka said, grabbing at her shirt.
"You mean you know the secret?" Ryoko asked, leaning
forward eagerly.
Washu nodded disdainfully. "Of course. I've _known_ it."
"Tell us! Please!"
She shook her head. "I'll be back in a few hours to see if
you've got it. I'll give you a hint: It's not in the book."
****************
True to her word, several hours later she returned to find
them in much the same positions. Happy, fed a nice, fresh meal,
and her loneliness assuaged for a while, Washu once again settled
down a little ways away from the two girls.
"Well?" she asked smugly. "Figured it out yet?"
They wordlessly shook their heads.
"I thought not." She sighed. "Fools. Great, ignorant,
_blind_, lovesick fools."
They started to get indignant.
"Look, not everyone can be a great scientific genius like
you!" Ryoko protested angrily.
"Yeah!" Ayeka seconded.
Washu preened under the appellation, then turned to them
seriously. "Still, anyone could have figured it out by now. But
since you're determined to act like little schoolgirls, I'll tell
you."
"Yes?" they asked, leaning forward in anticipation.
"He already loves you. _Both_ of you." She carefully
omitted the rest of the list. Best not to confuse the two any
more than they already were.
They hit the floor.
"What?! He loves me? And her?" they both said, turning to
point at each other.
"Yep. You've both been so busy trying to win him before
the other that you simply haven't noticed. Well, I have. I've
been around, I've seen the looks he gives you. And I do mean
both of you." Washu ran her hand through her hair, thinking of
her experiment in progress.
"But why hasn't he said something?"
"Yeah, why not? He's got to know I'm in love with him,"
Ryoko added.
Washu shrugged. "He's probably seen you fighting each
other so much he's scared to, especially if it seems he likes one
of you more than the other. Oh, and in case you're wondering, I
found his personality type in that book you two seemed to have so
much faith in. It's under 'weenie'. You probably skipped it
over because 'the man you love couldn't be a weenie!'."
"How can you be so sure he loves us?" Ryoko challenged.
"You spend all your time in your lab, you can't be everywhere."
Washu shrugged. "Ask him if you don't believe me. I mean
it, go right up to him and ask. I want the money from the
betting pool if I'm right. Until then, I've been away from my
experiment too long." She left them still staring in shock.
Weenie- as described by 'Secrets of Seduction volume one.'
Weenie- Any of many personality types that have absolutely
no spine, at least with the opposite sex. These are frequently
the hardest to figure out, as they manifest in so many different
ways.
The most common is the 'recluse', a type characterized by
their seclusion and complete lack of social skills. This
translates to shyness and avoidance of conversation, which can be
very frustrating when trying to start one.
Another common type is the 'weak-willed.' This sub-group
is truly pathetic, bowing to anyone at any time, male or female.
Some few are actually normal when among members of their
own species, but around women will fold under the slightest hint
of disapproval. (See Mother complexes.)
Somewhat rarer are the 'manly-weenies', completely
confident, boastful, aggressive to the extreme around men, and
always avoiding the issue with women. These may even try to make
up for their lack of confidence with the opposite sex by
womanizing, or even abusing those who do not do their bidding.
USE EXTREME CAUTION.
Lastly, there are those who do not seem to fit any mold.
They can be brave, calm, nervous, frightened, suave, almost any
type in the book, but will not make the move in any relationship.
These are hard to spot, but may actually be the most common.
Only extreme dedication can break through to them, and most women
give up at what they perceive as disinterest or possible
homosexuality.
With all weenies, it depends on the woman. Some will
respond well to non-threatening actions, but this makes for a
very slow, if a quietly passionate, relationship. Others must
be led hand and foot, ideal for dominant women. If a situation
can be found where the weenie is forced to rely only on himself
with others at stake, most weenies will finally come into their
own. (See Reluctant heroes.) Unfortunately, situations like
these are incredibly hard to come by or arrange. It is suggested
that when dealing with weenies, be direct. Don't let him beat
around the bush.
****************
Mihoshi fidgeted nervously, only one thing on her mind as
she finally arrived home from work. "Umm, I'll be in the
bedroom, Kiyone. Okay?"
Kiyone sighed. "Whatever, just keep it down."
"Thanks Kiyone!" Mihoshi's head bobbed happily as she
disappeared into the other room.
Nearly as fast, Kiyone dove for her chair, quickly reaching
behind it and grabbing a Walkman and jamming the headphones over
her ears. Almost as fast she hit the play button and turned the
volume up to max, drowning out the real world in a harsh wail of
an electric guitar pushed to its physical and technical limits.
Somewhere on the other side of a very thin wall, another
electric buzz pushed to its limits could be heard, but not
through the distortion in Kiyone's ears.
Now all she had to do was kill time, just an hour or so.
Two, three tops.
Nodding her head along with music she didn't really enjoy,
Kiyone picked up a paper she'd gotten earlier that week from the
table and sat down in her chair.
"Ah, let's see what's in the paper."
*rustle*
"Wow, that outfit is cute."
*rustle*
"A housewife's solution to speed up shopping, that sounds
useful."
Several minutes later, another rustle could be heard, but
not by Kiyone.
"Etiquette on the subway, do's and don'ts. I'd better
take notes, this could be important in earth culture."
Dutifully, she read the article, rereading to make sure she
understood, and jotted down careful notes on a stray piece of
paper.
*rustle*
"Terrorists flood a shopping mall with poisonous gas." She
sighed. "I wish I had some poisonous gas..."
*rustle*
"Business section. Maybe I'll pick up a few tips on making
money. Let's see, invest your interest accruement now, save tax
trouble later. That does sounds helpful." A note of quiet
desperation entered her voice.
*rustle*
"Ah, looks like Sony stocks jumped another six points," she
continued to read, not really understanding. She nodded as if
she'd just made a particularly profound statement, or perhaps
she'd just been nodding to the music.
The harsh screech of an electric guitar with heavy reverb
and distortion ground to a halt. Just as quickly, a distant hum
filtered in through the foam padding covering her ears.
Calmly, she stroked the volume control, turning it all the
way up. It was already all the way up. "Now, now, don't panic,"
she said out loud, setting the newspaper to the side. "Cleansing
breaths, cleansing breaths... I probably bumped the button and
all I have to do is hit play." She looked. Nope, the play
button was firmly engaged, and the pause button hadn't been
touched. Her heart thudded in her ears. Franticly, she shook
the tape player, banging it against the side of her chair in the
desperate hope that it was only jammed.
Sadly, it was not to be.
"Oh, no," she said to herself. The batteries had ran down.
They just _had_ to run down in the one thing preserving her
sanity and not that bubble headed blonde's sextoy.
Mihoshi chose that moment to make an undulating, whiny
sound as the buzzing jumped up a notch.
That was it. Kiyone could take no more. Calmly,
deliberately, she set down the Walkman and stood up. Her eye
twitched sporadically in unison with the soft moans that filtered
through the thin wall. The hard buzzing slowly frayed her nerves
as she stalked to the door separating the two.
****************
Tenchi turned and waved as he got off the bus, a last
goodbye to the people he rode with.
Ayeka and Ryoko stood staring expectantly at him when he
turned back around.
"Whaa!" he yelled, startled. "Don't do that!"
They apologized contritely, then gestured for him to walk
between them.
"Ah, Tenchi..." Ayeka began, then hesitated.
"We were wondering..." Ryoko added.
"Yes, we have been pondering this question for some time
now," Ayeka continued.
"Weeks."
"Months."
He started to grow nervous. "Yes? What is it?"
"Well," Ryoko said, "as you no doubt know, we think of you
in..."
"Affectionate terms," Ayeka supplied helpfully.
"Ah, yes, _affectionate_ terms, thank you, Ayeka."
(Oh, hell,) he thought, switching his bag from one hand to
the other. (They're getting along and being far too serious. I
hope no one died.)
"We were sort of wondering..."
"If maybe, you know, you felt... Ah, we want to know if-"
"Do you love us? Either of us?" Ryoko finally asked
bluntly.
Tenchi's mouth froze and his brain locked up. "Ah?" They
all stopped in the middle of the path.
"Do you love us?" she repeated, quicker this time.
"Because if you don't, I'll... I'll... I don't know what I'll
do."
"Tenchi, we love you. Very, very much, but I have to know,
do you love us back?" Ayeka's expression was pleading. "It
hurts, it's tearing me up inside. I have to know, my love."
Tenchi's mouth worked like a fish trying to breath air. No
sounds emerged.
"Tell us Tenchi, _please_," Ryoko begged. "I can take it
if you don't, but I've got to know."
Still, he couldn't speak.
"Tenchi, I'm only going to ask, no," Ayeka corrected, "I'm
_telling_ you, right now, tell us if you love us or not."
"yes" It was a tiny sound, almost a squeak, but it had
enormous impact.
"Oh, Tenchi!" they both sobbed, grabbing him into a tight
hug that barely interfered with each other at all. They both
showered him with kisses, tears running down both of their
faces.
He awkwardly hugged them back, wondering just what he'd
gotten himself into.
"Tenchi," Ayeka choked out. "You don't know how long I've
wanted to hear those words."
"Yes, I love you," he said, louder this time. "I love you
both, but I just couldn't tell you... I was afraid, I guess."
Words came more easily to him, as, fortunately, did his breath.
They both had slacked off on the hug and leaned back to look at
him. His gaze traveled from one to the other and back.
Ryoko rubbed her head against the side of his chest,
nuzzling him contentedly. It wasn't as good as an 'I love you
only.', but she wasn't complaining. No, not at all. Not yet,
anyway.
Ayeka kissed him firmly on the lips, breaking contact as
Ryoko moved in for her turn.
Tenchi blushed furiously, liking the sensation but fumbling
and inept in execution.
"Tenchi, Tenchi, it has been so lonely, wanting you but
you've been so distant... You like playing hard to get, don't
you?" Ryoko grinned.
"Umm, I was just so confused..." he trailed off, not really
knowing what to say.
"I know, Tenchi, my one and only love. But we couldn't
take it any longer. I've been in love with you from the moment
we shared a walk together, and you've always been so sweet and
kind, you took us in and made us feel like family. I can never
repay you for everything you have done." She put a finger to his
lips as he started to protest. "No, let me finish. You are
everything I've ever wanted and more. Love is a rare thing for a
princess to find, and I've got to be the luckiest one in the
universe."
He blushed more and stammered into silence.
"And me the luckiest pirate," Ryoko added. "Tenchi, you're
brave, strong, selfless, all the things I'd like to be, but can't
live up to. And," she smiled at him, giving him a quick peck on
the nose, "You're cute, too."
"Handsome."
"Manly."
"Desirable."
"Definitely sexy."
"Tenchi, do you find me attractive?" Ayeka asked, unable to
stand it any longer.
"Yes!" he squeaked, blush even brighter now.
"How about me?" Ryoko asked, pressing her breasts into his
side. She brought one of his hands up and ran it over her
cleavage, even as Ayeka started doing the same. "Well? Do I
excite you? I hope so. As Ayeka would put it, do I make your
tree grow when I offer myself to you?"
"Y-yes! Both of you, yes!" he exclaimed, eyes wide. A
thin trickle of blood came from his nose at the memory of some of
those instances.
They both stepped back and put their hands on their hips.
"Well then, why have you never done anything?"
"Yes, I would give myself freely, and gladly, but you never
asked," Ayeka pouted.
His eyebrows were raised to the fullest, and his breathing
came in shorter and shorter gasps. "I-I-I..."
They both frowned at him seriously and exchanged a look.
"Now that we've got everything straightened out," Ayeka
began.
"I certainly hope you don't expect us to wait for your
touch as long as we've waited for your love. Us girls have our
needs, too."
Adrenaline pumped, his heart pounded, and his vision
narrowed. "Touch...?"
Ryoko jerked open her top, exposing her breasts. "I'm
yours, Tenchi."
"Umm, me, too," Ayeka agreed, looking around first. "'I
want your bod, un hunh, uh hunh,'" she quoted from a dim memory.
Ryoko whacked her on the back of the head. "Quit fooling
around!"
Tenchi took advantage of the distraction to bolt like a
frightened cabbit.
"Aww, now look what you've done," Ryoko complained
bitterly.
"He certainly does like to run," Ayeka said, nodding and
rubbing the back of her head.
"Or maybe," Ryoko said thoughtfully, "he just likes to be
chased. And I bet he'll enjoy being caught!" She took off
running after him. "Last one to catch him has to go second!"
"What the, HEY!" Ayeka protested as Ryoko disappeared in a
teleport.
****************
Mihoshi lay on her back, writhing luxuriously against the
sheets as she let the magic apparatus perform its miracles.
Sweat glistened on her nude form, highlighting her full breasts
and taught stomach as she ran her hands up to pinch and tease her
nipples.
Faint light from the lamps outside filtered in through the
drawn blinds, casting flickering shadows on the wall as the
blinds stirred slightly. Shapeless voids moved sensuously before
Mihoshi's slitted eyes, causing vaguely obscene images to form in
her pleasure fogged mind.
She slid one long tanned calf up her other leg, drawing
them together to feel the warm, twitching, humming mass press
against the inside of her thighs. Then she brought her hands
down, running them along her hips and over, following the line
where her legs joined her body to run lightly through her damp
curly hair.
Suddenly the door slammed open, causing Mihoshi to bolt
upright, eyes wide and her hands still at her crotch, the
pressure of her arms at her sides making her breasts stand out
even more. Her startled gasp held equal parts surprise and
pleasure as her shift in position caused the futon to press
strongly against the back of the vibrator, forcing it to greater
depths. Desperately, she stabbed at the switch with one finger,
bringing heavy silence to the room.
Kiyone stood in the doorway, breathing heavily. Her hands
were pressed against the sides of the frame and her legs were
close together at the bottom, giving her a slightly crazed look
with the way her head sagged forward. The glow from the other
room gave her a heavenly backlight, but to Mihoshi she looked far
more demonic. Wood creaked in protest from the force she exerted
to keep her arms straight in such a small opening.
"Mihoshi..." she growled, a guttural, primalistic sound
that cut through the air like a knife.
The word partner wandered through Mihoshi's mind in search
of something to connect with. All she could say was, "Oh,
yes..." almost questioningly at first, but drawing it out into a
sibilant hiss.
"Mihoshi..." Kiyone repeated, louder and firmer, yet the
rest of the thought could not, would not follow.
The word dominant wandered through Mihoshi's mind in search
of something to connect with. She looked at Kiyone, then down at
herself, then, giving her partner a heavy-lidded gaze and pursing
her mouth cutely, she slowly ran her hands up her stomach to
tweak her already hard nipples to bright red ripeness. As close
to climax as Mihoshi was, she could only imagine one reason for
her friend to interrupt her private time. Giving Kiyone what
could only be described as an innocently hopeful smile, she
cupped and thrust her breasts forward in offering.
Kiyone's hands tightened around the doorframe, the creak of
tortured wood causing Mihoshi's breath to quicken. Deliberately,
Kiyone stopped the outward show of emotion, bringing every muscle
under her conscious control. Taking a deep, calming breath, she
cleared her throat. "Actions," she said in a barely controlled
voice, "speak louder than words." She lowered her hands and
stalked forward into the room, hands balled into fists at her
sides.
Mihoshi squeezed her breasts, kneading them softly as her
partner approached. Little moans of anticipation escaped her
lips, and one hand started trembling as she released it and used
it for support as she leaned back, drawing her knees up closer
and keeping them pressed together.
Kiyone stopped at the foot of the futon, staring down at
the blonde with a smoldering gaze. She leaned forward and set
one knee on the futon, taking her weight and crawling forward on
her hands, leaving one foot on the floor. Her dark hair was
severely frizzed, sticking out around her head and forming a halo
in the light from behind her.
Mihoshi leaned farther back, using her other hand for
support as well. Her breath now came in short, shuddering gasps,
and her eyes never left the woman coming for her.
Kiyone stopped before her hands reached Mihoshi's feet,
leaving her stretched and taut, one leg trailing off the foot of
the futon. Her eyes bore into Mihoshi intensely, brooking no
disobedience.
Mihoshi rubbed her knees together in small circular
motions, then, at Kiyone's wordless command, spread them far
apart, leaving herself open and vulnerable. Her hands twisted
and gripped tightly at the sheets.
The rumble of an oncoming train started shaking the cheap
apartment.
Kiyone's eyes dropped from Mihoshi's, never losing their
focus as they traveled down to the vee of blonde hair and the
round purplish knob protruding from between tender pink lips.
She shifted her balance to one arm and raised the other,
disregarding all notions of being subtle as she reached directly
toward her goal.
Mihoshi squeaked as Kiyone's startlingly cold hands brushed
her loins, getting a good solid grip on the molded plastic.
"Nyuhaaa," she voiced, biting her lip. Every muscle in her body
tensed to the fullest as Kiyone withdrew the long, semi-flexible
shaft. Her gasp of relief mixed in with Kiyone's quiet 'ah'.
The rumbling got progressively louder.
Kiyone raised back onto her knees, bringing her other leg
forward to better bear her weight. From her lofty vantage point,
she looked down on Mihoshi's trembling form with an unreadable
expression. Quirkily, she examined the complicated little device
in her hands, even turning it on several times in quick
succession to watch the expansion rings travel up its glistening
length and hear the accompanying buzz.
Mihoshi watched apprehensively, fearing what strange things
her partner would do to her, yet needing them at the same time.
Kiyone continued to ignore her, toying with the twisting
vibrator. Then, before Mihoshi could do or say anything else,
she hurled it through the blinds and glass of the window with all
of her hate-fueled strength.
*CRASH*
Mihoshi stared in complete disbelief at the ragged, sextoy-
shaped hole in the brittle plastic blind, the roar of a passing
train echoing the pounding in her ears.
"Ahhh... I feel _so_ much better now," Kiyone said, back
to her old self. Rather awkwardly ignoring Mihoshi's spread-
eagled form and the sticky moisture on her hands, she got off the
futon and left the room without another word.
Mihoshi stared mutely at the last hole her favorite toy
would go through, then down at her own aching body. A stuttered
"B-but..." died on her lips as she watched Kiyone carefully close
the door behind her, leaving her alone in the dark.
An anguished wail split the night.