Story codes:  [Fantasy M/F/F & M/F, reluc], (Rom, no sex)

Night filled the Masaki household. From Noboyuki’s bedroom snoring could be heard, challenged only by Ryoko’s equally loud snores from the living room rafters. Ryo-ohki stirred in her sleep and meowed quietly before rolling onto her back and idly pawing at the air as she lay on Sasami’s blanket.

Washu grinned as she adjusted the dials on her latest invention and trained the dream probe on Ryoko. The space pirate had one arm dangling down towards the floor while her other was tucked underneath her pillow. Her fingers twitched as she smiled and mumbled something incomprehensible to herself.

“A perfect way to calibrate my invention,” Washu said to herself as she activated the dream probe. She had no doubt what the probe would pick up from Ryoko’s dreams. Most likely a dream about Tenchi but possibly a dream about pirating. Either way it would be full of sex and very easy to pick up.

Washu hummed as she tweaked the gain and made a final adjustment to the vertical hold on the screen she held. The static on the screen slowly faded and she could see the beginnings of Ryoko’s dream...
 
 

“Oh Tenchi,” Ryoko said, “thank you for bringing me on this picnic.” She smiled demurely and fluttered her eyelashes at him.
“It’s my pleasure, Ryoko,” Tenchi said as he poured her another glass of sake.
“Tenchi, are you trying to get me drunk?” Ryoko said lightly and they both laughed.
 
 

Washu cursed quietly and banged the side of the dream probe. She wasn’t sure what she had tapped into but it didn’t look like any dream of Ryoko’s. Ryoko was wearing some sort of late Victorian outfit, complete with a collar buttoned up her throat and a parasol.

“Stupid thing is probably seeing into different dimensions,” Washu said disgustedly. She tried for few more minutes to pick up Ryoko’s dreams but all she could get was more of the idyllic picnic scene. Finally she dropped the thing onto the couch and walked off. “I spent six hours on that thing and what? Nothing!” she muttered as she headed back to her laboratory.
 
 

Ryoko yawned and stretched as she woke up. She had had the most wonderful dream about Tenchi. She smiled softly to herself and floated down to the floor. Well, time for a quick bath and then breakfast, she thought as she floated towards the bathroom. She paused when she saw the small device, half eyeball and half video screen lying on the couch.

“Hmmm,” she said to herself as she glanced around. No one else was awake as she picked up the device and pressed the power button.

Dream Probe v.89, she saw on the screen before a sort of targeting reticule appeared superimposed on an image of the living room as seen through a video camera mounted in the eyeball of the device. Ryoko swung the device around a couple of times until she saw a green shape coming from upstairs. She studied it for a while a realized that it was an outline of a sleeping person, Sasami, she thought. And there, a tiny bump on top of Sasami, was Ryo-ohki.

As the reticule focused on the cabbit the screen suddenly faded out and a new scene appeared. Ryoko stared at it in puzzlement until she recognized the orange objects that filled the screen. Carrots, she thought as she fiddled with some of the dials on the side of the dream probe. One of them swung the view of the probe back and Ryoko saw Ryo-ohki lying on her back in an enormous pile of carrots contentedly eating away.

“A dream probe, eh?” Ryoko said with a devious smile. “This has definite possibilities...”
 
 

The rest of the day went by uneventfully as Ryoko waited for a chance to try out the dream probe on the rest of the household. A chance meeting with Aeka while she had been waiting for Tenchi had left several trees in flames and a section of the path impassable. In the end he had fled to his room for the relaxation of some homework while they retreated to opposite sides of the house.

It was about an hour after dinner when Ryoko floated into the living room and found Tenchi sitting on the couch watching the tv. The television was tuned to one of the thousands of interstellar satellite television stations that Washu was pirating. When Ryoko saw what Tenchi was watching she grinned so broadly that it seemed like the top of her head might fall off.

“Ohhhh, Tenchi, I didn’t know you liked the hard-core stuff,” Ryoko said as she floated over behind him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

“What are you talking about Ryoko?” Tenchi said in exasperation as he struggled to get away from her. “All you think about is sex. You’re worse than my father.”

“I’m not the one watching pornography,” she said with a sly smile as she ran a finger down his cheek.

“What do you mean? This is a nature documentary or something,” Tenchi said as he gestured towards the TV screen. An alien version of a bee was crawling around a large and lush flower colored a bright red. There wasn’t any narration, just the sound of the wind and leaves rustling.

“No it isn’t, it’s hardcore plant porn.” And those things are fake, Ryoko thought as she looked at the flower.

“What!?”

“Here,” Ryoko said as she reached for the remote and turned on the translator. What had sounded like the wind and rustling of grass became a loud and frantic series of moans, male and female. Tenchi froze in horror as Ryoko turned the volume up and the cries filled the living room. “Good thing we aren’t paying for this, they’re usually around ten jurai just to watch one.”

“Ooo, an orgy,” Ryoko said as a field of what looked like wheat was shown on the screen and the moans became ecstatic cries of lust and pleasure. “Here comes the money shot,” she said gleefully as the camera zoomed in shakily on a piece of fruit hanging perilously from a tree. “Ahhh,” she moaned as the fruit dropped to the ground in slow motion, digging a small depression in the dirt. “You know, that really got me in the mood. Why don’t we head to your bedroom and see if we can do some of those things, hmmm, Tenchi?”

Ryoko listened as Tenchi gurgled in horror for a few seconds and bolted from the room. She sighed as she heard him scrambling up the stairs and the bang of his door slamming shut. She pondered whether she should just float up through the floor and decided against it. She’d let him stew in his own juices, it would make his dreams all the more vivid.
 
 

“Tenchi? Are you alright?” Noboyuki called out from outside his son’s door.

“I’m fine, Dad,” Tenchi called back.

“What are you doing in there with the door locked? Do you have one of the girls in there?” Noboyuki said with a hopeful leer. He had found the television tuned to a porn channel that was one the fritz, all it was getting was the sound. The picture seemed to be from some nature channel.

“Daaaad! No, I don’t! I’m just doing my homework!” Tenchi yelled back. Noboyuki sighed. He had had such high hopes for his son when the girls had moved in. After all, it was just a matter of numbers. Surely even the shyest boy couldn’t fail to score with so many eager women in the house, right? But his son had managed to avoid scoring with any of them.

“Miss Mihoshi and Miss Kiyone are staying for the night,” he said. “Don’t you want to visit with them?” It was a last ditch effort on his part, both of the women were older than Tenchi and didn’t seem to show much interest in him. He was pretty sure that they were both lesbians. Noboyuki found his attention distracted for a while with images of the two Galaxy Policewomen and missed what Tenchi said next. “What was that?”

“I said, I’ll be down once I’m finished with my homework.”

Noboyuki sighed again. Well, better some chance than none, he thought.
 
 

Ryoko stared up into the darkness with a smile on her face. She was pretty sure that everyone would be asleep by now. With a quick glance to make sure no one was watching, she picked the dream probe up from a nearby rafter and floated over towards the second floor.

“Hmm, who first,” she said to herself as she stood in the second floor hallway. She considered immediately heading over to Tenchi’s room but decided to test out the dream probe on someone else until she got the hand of the thing. She didn’t want to be in the middle of watching Tenchi’s dream about her and accidentally switch the probe off. “Noboyuki, I suppose,” she said and turned to the closest door...
 
 

“Mr. Masaki! Mr. Masaki!” Kiyone yelled as she ran up the path towards the porch. Noboyuki set down his tea and watched as the woman stopped in front of him, panting and sweating.
She was wearing a pair of deliciously short shorts and a light t-shirt that was plastered to her body with sweat. “Something horrible has happened!”

“Well, what is it Miss Kiyone?” Noboyuki said as he stood and went over to her.

“I-I got bitten by a snake!” she said in a rush.

“What? Where did you get bitten?”

Kiyone blushed as she pointed to the two small tooth marks on the inside of her thigh, just under the hem of her shorts. “Well,” Noboyuki said, “let’s call the doctor and then I’ll suck out the poison.”

“Are you sure, Mr. Masaki?” Kiyone said in a worried voice.

“Of course, it will be no trouble at all. Why don’t you come inside and lie down, you don’t want to get upset.” He paused and looked around. “But where’s Miss Mihoshi?”

As if on cue, Mihoshi stumbled up to the porch and tripped onto it. She pulled herself onto her knees and rubbed her head as she clutched at Noboyuki’s leg. “Mr. Masaki! A snake bit me and then I tripped and fell down and my clothes are all torn and then I fell into the lake and-”

“Oh dear,” Noboyuki said as he leered at Mihoshi’s tanned body. “Well, both of you should lie down while I call the doctor.” A minute he returned to the living room. “But I can’t suck the poison out of both snake bites,” he said with a broad smile.

“I know!” Mihoshi said excitedly. “You can suck the poison out of me and I’ll suck the poison out of Kiyone!”
 
 

Ryoko bit her lip to keep from laughing as she watched Noboyuki and the two Galaxy Policewomen strip out of their clothes in what she imagined was record time. She was bent over nearly double as she wiped tears from her eyes and convulsed in silent mirth.

Her silent laughter slowly subsided as her attention was drawn back to the screen of the dream probe. Kiyone was astride Noboyuki while Mihoshi rode his face with an incredible amount of enthusiasm. Ryoko fiddled with the knobs on the dream probe until the screen focused in on Kiyone’s face.

The woman’s expression was one of rapturous joy as she slowly slid herself up and down the length of Noboyuki’s cock. Her mouth was half open and her eyes were closed as she threw her head back and moaned loudly. Ryoko bit her lip as Mihoshi leaned forward and kissed Kiyone deeply, her hand snaking around to bury itself in Kiyone’s dark hair.

Ryoko watched for a another ten or so minutes as Noboyuki and the two women went through a variety of contortions and exchanges of bodily fluids. In his dreams at least, Noboyuki showed an incredible stamina and was also rather well endowed. Although, come to think of it, Mihoshi and Kiyone were both a bit more busty than they were in real life.

“Men,” Ryoko shrugged as she floated down the hall to the guest bedroom. “Let’s see who’s staying here.” It would either be Kiyone and Mihoshi or maybe Washu if she had decided to sleep in normal space instead of subspace. The scientist had complained that subspace kept her from dreaming as vividly, something about an interaction between alpha waves and the cross-variable time-space stream, Ryoko half thought that the scientist was making most of what she said up on the spot.

It turned out to be Washu. Ryoko was humming as she focused the dream probe in on Washu smoothly and turned up the gain to pick up the scientist’s dreams. She didn’t really have much optimism that she’d pick up a good dream, probably just a bunch of math. She was surprised when the picture cleared on the screen and formed into...
 
 

“W-washu-chan?” Tenchi called out cautiously as he crept into the dim laboratory. “Dinner’s ready.” He leapt into the air and scrabbled at the door handle when Washu shouted from behind a piece of machinery.

“I’ve found it!” she yelled. “I’ve found the secret to your irresistibility!”

“Heh, heh. That’s nice, Washu,” Tenchi said with a terrified grin on his face. “Why don’t you unlock the door and tell us all over dinner. Sasami made some American food, she’s even made apple pie.”

“Oh no you don’t,” Washu said as she walked over to Tenchi. “I need you for a last set of tests.”

“But I thought you already found out everything you wanted to know!” Tenchi said pleadingly.

“Well, yes, I am the greatest scientist in the universe. It’s a simple case of pheromones. You exude a unique atomic makeup of pheromones that makes any woman find you irresistible.”

“Heh, how nice. Please, can you open the door? I want to get some french fries before Ryoko and Aeka eat them all.”

“Nope, there’s one last test I have to run,” Washu said with a leer. She snapped her fingers and a set of writhing metal tentacles appeared from the shadows. Tenchi gaped and began to tug
frantically on the door, bracing both his feet on the frame and pulling with all his might.

“Help! Sasami! Ryoko! Aeka! Anyone!” Tenchi yelled as the tentacles moved closer. “You’re not going to do something illegal with those, are you?” he said desperately as Washu rubbed her hands in glee.

“Oh no, Tenchi. This’ll be fun for both of us,” she said with a mad cackle. “Now, let’s get started.” At her command the tentacles darted forward and grabbed Tenchi’s arms and legs, hauling him to the ground spread eagle.

“Listen, Washu, can’t we talk about this?” Tenchi asked in a pleading voice as Washu stood over him with her hands on her hips.

“Nope, now. A little something to keep you quiet,” she said and a mechanical hand slapped a gag over his mouth. “There we go. Now, let’s get this experiment started, shall we?”

Tenchi whimpered into the gag as Washu unbuttoned his jeans and tugged his underwear down. He groaned in pleasure as she stroked his cock, her dexterous fingers sliding delicately over his shaft and lightly brushing the head before she gripped him firmly and jerked him a few times.

Washu grinned as she looked at Tenchi’s face. His eyes were squeezed shut and he was shaking his head as she slowly stroked his cock but his body was obviously enjoying everything she was doing. “This test is to determine if the pheromones increase sexual pleasure and intensity,” she dictated into a floating microphone as she slipped out of her clothes and neatly folded them and set them to the side. “Just enjoy this, Tenchi,” she said as she slid his t-shirt up his chest and straddled him, letting his cock just brush against her quim.

“Mrgl,” Tenchi gurgled as Washu let him slide just inside of her. She moaned loudly and bent over, her hands on either side of his head as she took a deep sniff and licked his chest. She looked up at his face and grinned wickedly as she slid him further into her and watched his reaction.

Tenchi’s face contorted as he jerked his hips up. His nostrils flared as Washu began to slowly move with him, her fingers dancing over his chest and neck as she rode him. “Oh, yes, those pheromones are definitely doing their stuff,” she mumbled as she reared back let her head fall forward.

Their bodies began to smack together as Washu huffed for breath and slammed herself down onto Tenchi as he jerked his hips up. She began to mumbled incomprehensible mathematical equations as she pressed her breasts against his chest and rubbed them in time with her bucking motions.

Washu licked a bead of sweat from Tenchi’s chest as she gasped loudly and began to furiously hump him, her body shining with a thin sheen of sweat. She rubbed her cheek against his as her hands clutched at his shoulders. “Come on Tenchi, you want those french fries, don’t you?” she gasped as Tenchi jerked his hips upward and came within her. She rode him for a few more gasping minutes until she felt a rolling wave of heat and pleasure surging through her as she came.

Tenchi watched in disbelief as Washu climbed off him and back into her clothes with an air of scientific detachment. She made a few notes on her computer and shut off the recorder, almost forgetting about him as he lay on the floor in a puddle of their mixed juices.

“I’m sorry, Tenchi,” she said with a smile and snapped her fingers again. The tentacles retracted and Tenchi hurriedly yanked his clothes back into a semblance of modesty.
 
 

Ryoko was nearly growling as she watched Washu and Tenchi. How dare that woman dream about her man? she thought, her hand tightening so suddenly that the dream probe cracked in two just as Washu dreamt about a horde of followers obeying her every command as she spritzed them with custom pheromones derived from Tenchi’s.

Oh well, Ryoko thought as she let the shattered pieces of the dream probe fall to the floor. I’m too worn out now to be much fun in bed for Tenchi. She yawned and shrugged as she floated back to her perch and settled down to sleep.
 
 

The next morning Washu stepped out of the bedroom and found her invention in pieces. She pondered the only remaining usable part, the large eyeball that rolled to stare at her.
“I’ve got a plan for you,” she said with a cackle as she began the plans for a device to shift dimensions in her head.
 
 

Preview of Episode 24: No Need for Ryoko (revised or, how it should have been)
 
 

“Tenchi, please! Don’t go!” Ryoko said desperately as she blocked Tenchi’s path through the hallway of Yagami. “You’ll be killed!”

“Ryoko-” Tenchi began with a sad smile.

“No! Listen, we can go away, you and I. I can show you the galaxy! We can spend our days having fun and not worrying about anything! We can be-” she paused and looked down and to the side. “-we can be together,” she finished softly as she looked back up into Tenchi’s eyes.

“I have to go, Ryoko,” Tenchi said with a bright smile on his face. “Don’t worry, I know I’ll be able to beat Kagato.”

Ryoko felt something break within her as tears welled up in her eyes. “No, you won’t!” she cried as she threw her arms around him and hugged him desperately. “You’ll die, Tenchi. Don’t you see that?” She looked up into his eyes and he was surprised to see the depth of the emotion in them. “You’ll die. Why can’t you forget about Aeka?”

“I can’t, you know that,” Tenchi said as he gently held Ryoko. “I can’t forsake any one of you. You’re my friends. I’d never abandon you.”

“You’re abandoning me now,” Ryoko sobbed as she clenched her fists behind Tenchi’s back. “You’ll die and leave me.”

“Don’t talk like that, Ryoko.”

“Do you love her? Is that why you’re going to fight Kagato?” Ryoko said in a trembling voice as she closed her eyes and hugged Tenchi close, horribly afraid that this would be the last time she’d ever be able to touch him, hold him close. Her heart pounded within her chest and a pain worse than when Kagato had injured her tore her heart when Tenchi didn’t answer. “I love you,” she said in a tiny voice, the words seeming to tear themselves from her throat.

“No, I don’t love her,” Tenchi said so softly that Ryoko almost couldn’t hear him. She looked up into his eyes in surprise as he continued. “I-I love you,” he said with a faint blush.

“Tenchi? You-” Ryoko paused, sure she was hallucinating from her wound. Well, if she was she’d rather live in this hallucination than anywhere else. She sighed and pressed her cheek against Tenchi’s chest. “You love me?”

“Yes,” Tenchi said simply as he lifted Ryoko’s chin with his finger and leaned closer to her. Her heart stopped as he closed his eyes and kissed her gently. Their lips pressed together slowly, each heartbeat stretched out into an eternity of soaring pleasure that caught Ryoko up and seemed to send her into a tumbling whirlwind. Her arms tightened around his back as she kissed him back with all the love that she had suppressed and denied for so long.