My, what a lethargic list of late. Feel like taking a break in my current
project, and since I'm working on lemony material (not the Dual! one yet,
for those that have been asking about it), why don't I review some as well?
And this one even isn't a month old. :)

Well, here's the first of the new chapter.  This part is basicly a PWP
lemon, so if you don't feel like reading the raunchy stuff, just skip
this part and go straight on into part B.

Heh. I like a person that can admit that. This pretty much applies entirely
to any lemons I write. :)


 You won't miss anything

important.

The rest of the chapter is lime, and could actually work pretty well as
a stand alone story in its own right.  That IS the point though.  If I
can keep working these little subplots into the series, I get that much
extra practice on them while still technically working on the same fic.
The idea is that by the time I get to the meat of the overall plot, I'll
actually know what I'm doing.  Maybe.

Hopefully. :)

Yes, I did base much of this off of Oujo-sama to Oyobi, which, as far
as I'm concerned, is optional canon for TM! Ryo-Ohki,

Nothing to contradict it. Besides, it's so much fun to use. It's rare a
series will officially release anything that naughty.

Aurora of Rainbow Fire chapter four: Reward and Punishment.

There are some situations that no one really understands.
It's not the situation itself, rather, it is the events that led
up to that situation which defy comprehension.  These phenomena
occur more frequently for those who wake up after a night of
drinking massive amounts of alcohol.

Nod. Nod.

 Often, these situations can

be broken down into five distinct categories based upon the
person's first comment upon realizing that they are in that
situation, with a possible sixth category added later.

"Who is this ugly naked person asleep beside me?"

This usually apply to males. Female just tend to scream, and, if the
sleeping man is sufficiently repellent, and has one of the female's arms
pinned under them, the female will frequently chew through said arm in order
to get away. :)

"What is that awful taste in my mouth?"

"Where am I and where are my clothes?"

"Why am I suspended from a streetlamp?"

And, of course, the ever popular, "How did I get rug burns
on my forehead?"

Then, if the person feels the need for the optional sixth
category, "When did I get pregnant?!" may be used.

That would be one hell of a drinking binge.

"Oh, that's easy," Ryoko replied, stepping back and looking
at him.  "I teleported you here as soon as you walked in the
door."

Yes. I can see that.

It took several moments of swallowing and deep breathing
exercises to calm himself sufficiently, and regain control of
himself.

Drop 'of himself.' Unneccesary.

 "So," he said finally in a  conversational tone of

voice.  "Just how much control do you have with your abilities?"

Ryoko shrugged.  "I'm not real sure.  All I know is that I
can do whatever I need to."

Translated:  Whatever is convient to the plot.

^_^

 >

Tenchi glanced around the room again.  It was clearly one
of those days,

Poor boy

him unabled to move his wrists more than an inch, and that from
the slack in the three links going to the cuffs.  On closer
inspection, however, despite the otherwise unmarked finish, the
cheap black paint on the links was starting to flake off where
the links rubbed each other, indicating that this was their first
session.

My, they've been busy.

Ryoko knew better though, his heart was pounding so hard in
his chest she could feel it through her thighs.  "You did skip
out, you know, and Ayeka...  Ah, Oujo-sama, doesn't approve of
skipping out on punishment."  Then, seeing his expression, she
softened.  "It's okay, Tenchi-chan.  I'm not supposed to tell you
this," she said, leaning in close and whispering into his ear.
"But she said she wasn't going to use the newspaper."

Have I told you lately that you're evil?

Tenchi opened his mouth to reply, but Ryoko promptly stuck
her tongue in.

Good way to silence him.

Ryoko rode his chest as it heaved and fell, feeling her
own breath quicken and gasp as well.  She pressed one hand
against the back of his head and curled her fingers in his short
black hair, pressing her mouth against his, hard.  She probed his
mouth as deeply as she could, sliding her body back and rubbing
her breasts against his chest.

I see she's building him up here.

Ayeka stood framed in the doorway, clad in a thin,
sleeveless white t-shirt and short purple skirt.  She gave Ryoko
a meaningful look and beconed

beckoned

Ryoko was first, crouched on all fours and turned to the
side so he could see her taught, well-toned profile.  She wore a
thin white collar, and her wild hair was held a little neater by
a plastic band which sported fuzzy white cat ears.

Heh. Cute.

back, and a shiny golden bell was tied on the tip with a wide red
ribbon.    The french cut two-piece bikini was politically
incorrect for no less than six different reasons,

Which makes it all the better. :)

soft flesh bulge outwards around it from the pressure.  On her
hands were elbow-length black gauntlets, stiff and new and
slightly resistant to being curled around her whip as her right
hand was currently doing.  The whip itself grabbed the eye as
well; purple leather from the handle, past the large, bright red
bow, to the sinuous braids that coiled in three loose circles
from her extended right pinky finger.  Her left hand held a thin
white nylon cord which trailed down to a loop on Ryoko's collar.

nice imagery.

Finally, he said, "Wow.  You two look great!  But where did
you get those clothes?"

Hell, that's what started this whole thing.

Ayeka smiled widely at Tenchi's bound form and made an
elaborate gesture towards the woman at her feet as she answered.
"Oh, these?  Why, we've had them for some time now, but never had
the occasion to really use them as they were ment to be used.  A
proper mistress should have the proper attire, and I am _always_
very proper.

Oui.

 And little Ryoko here makes the perfect pet kitty,

don't you think?"

Oui.

she asked, reaching down with her leash hand

and jiggling Ryoko's tail to make the little golden bell ring.

"Mrroww," agreed Ryoko, nuzzling the side of Ayeka's
stocking clad leg.

"_Her_ furbelow

fur below

Ryoko shrugged and turned back to Tenchi, then sighed in
resignation and allowed the thus-far unseen Ryo-Ohki to hop up on
her back and present herself for Tenchi's inspection.

Oh?

"MiYAHhhh!" said the cabbit with a flourish, rearing up on
her back legs and spreading her forepaws wide.  She was so happy
to finally be included in the games her big friends played.  And
she finally had the occasion to wear the thick, agressively
spiked black leather collar Ryoko had bought for her at the mall.

Sigh.

Were it not for the chains and the fact he was laying on
his back, Tenchi would have facefaulted.

"Go on, Tenchi, tell her what you think," Ryoko encouraged.

"Yes, isn't she just the most domaneering little thing
you've ever seen?" Ayeka seconded, although her expression,
unseen by Ryo-Ohki, betrayed the sense of awkward embarrassment
she was feeling.

You are even more evil than I guessed.

"Miyah."  Ryo-Ohki waved her paw dismissively and beamed
proudly.

(I'm going to need therapy,)

Oh, that's a given. The question is how many readers will also need it. :)

the same he couldn't help but notice the skinny V of leather
pulled almost painfully taught between the cleft of Ayeka's butt.
His erection began to grow again as he thought about just what
the punishment might entail, and despite his best efforts his
mouth made a goofy, horny grin.

We men have to do that. It's genetic.

before cracking perfectly through the tuft of curly hair to the
right of his member.

Tenchi jumped so hard the bed bounced.

Heh.

Ayeka walked forward and stepped on the bed as she recoiled
the whip, stamping her right foot outside his thigh and placing
her left in the center of his chest.  The hard sole of the boot
bit into his flesh as she placed all her weight on it, leaning
forward to look him directly in the eye.  She used her left
forearm to brace against her thigh, leaving her right free to
tilt his face to a better angle with the thick bend of whip close
to the handle.

Nice imagery again.

Ryoko kneaded her hands around Tenchi's groin and staring
back in wide-eyed innocence, even as she chewed on the whip.  "I
jush c'dn' help it?" she offered by way of an excuse.

Heh.

Tenchi, having raised his head again so he could see
better, obligingly stared longingly at the lovely curve.

He'd better watch it, or Ayeka might get tweaked at him not paying enough
attention to her.

Ryoko arched her back and turned on the charm, moving
gracefully despite the awkward posture as she rubbed against
Ayeka's knee length boots.  She used her powers to float breifly,

briefly

allowing her to roll over in Ayeka's direction mid-air and curl
around to stroke against Ayeka's

the Juraian (sp?) [Need something to break up 'Ayeka's, since there are so
many in the paragraph.]\

Ryoko finally halted on her knees in front of Ayeka, her
left profile presented to Tenchi, who she favored with a
mischeivious grin.  Then, head bowed, she stretched out both
hands and cerimoniously

ceremoniously. (I think)

Ryoko meowed in protest before resorting to speech.  "Ouch,
hey, that hurts!" she complained.  Her tail wasn't really a
physical part of her body, but was a manfestation of her powers
when and where she chose to have it.  In this case, it took a
conscious effort to avoid willing it away so that Ayeka could no
longer abuse it.

Ayeka simply increased the pull, raising the tail straight
into the air in her vicelike grip.

Heh. Ryoko had better learn to be quiet.

Ryoko had little choice but to straighten her legs, using
even her toes to raise her bottom higher into the air.  Her skirt
had long since been raised by her tail and had fallen forward
once more, leaving the narrow strip of fur bared in Tenchi's
direction.

Ayeka stopped at that point, holding the tail taught.

taut

Ryo-Ohki miyahed enthusiastic affirmative, still clutching
the forgotten carrot in her forepaws.

Evil.

Tenchi's eyes bugged out and a thin trickle of blood
started pouring from his nose.

Ayeka noticed right away.  "Wow, Tenchi," she said.  "That
almost never happens anymore.  I take it you approve?" she asked,
raising one eyebrow.

Heh

"You little pervert..." Ryoko growled, glareing

glaring

"Oh, yes Oujo-sama," Ryoko agreed, forgetting her annoyance
at the cabbit.  "I was very bad, I deserve two more at the very
least."

"Only two?" Ayeka asked.

She did say 'at the very least'

"Or more as my mistress wishes."  Ryoko nodded, stretching
her toes to the fullest in order to better present her rear.

Ayeka brought her hand to her mouth and bit the end of one
finger thoughtfully, as if tasteing

tasting

He didn't ask that, of course, or even really think it
consciously, but it was as plain to Ayeka as if he'd drawn an
explicit diagram.  And she was pleased.  His naked body was
taught

taut

Ayeka sucked on Ryoko's tongue hard enough to hurt, biting
it hard and pulling demandingly on her pouty lips.  Her palm
pushed firmly over Ryoko's mound, the middle finger curling in
and entering the feverish pirate even as the leather dragged
agonisingly

agonizingly

"...yes..."

Yes

 he squeaked, throughly dismayed by how aroused

that made him.

"What was that?"

"Yes, Oujo-sama!" he exclaimed.  "Please!"

Heh. She's got him bad.

She laughed at that.  "Yes, yes, it is good to hear you say
that.  But your grandfather says differently.  What do you say to
that?"

"Who?" he asked, temporarily unable to remember who she was
talking about.

Heh.

Her tidying up complete, she paused near Ryo-Ohki and
whispered, "Well, that was fun, wasn't it?  Thank you very much
for your assistance.  I'm sure you'll have that little Ken-Ohki
begging at your feet in no time."

"Miyah!" exclaimed the cabbit, happy at the thought.

Just plain evil.

Ayeka reguarded this with pseudo-clinical detachment, but
Tenchi did not.  His mouth was dry and his eyes wide and glazed,
and his penis bobbed repeatedly from his involuntary muscle
spasms.

Ryoko cried out, a wordless expression of feeling, and
knawed

gnawed

 furiously on her own hand in an attempt to stifle the

sounds being ripped from her mouth.

Ayeka staggered from the force of Ryoko's movements and was
nearly born

borne (I think)

Ayeka nearly missed it, but reguarded the result with grim
satisfaction.  After Ryoko was little more than an inert, dead
weight on her arm she pried her off gently and avoided thinking
about what she had just done.

She also watched in complete astonishment as Ryoko simply
fell straight through the floor, no doubt surprising the hell out
of anyone who happened to be below, although it wasn't likely
this time of night.

Hehehehe. cute.

Ayeka stared in mute shock at where her little plaything
had been mear

mere

nice work. Flowed well and fits well in the context of everything that's
gone on before.

D.B. Sommer




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