By Keener Here it is, straight from the Parrot King to you. Believe me, just when you think you know what's going on, you havenn't gotten to the end yet ^_- Please read and enjoy, the lemon is just flavoring and easily ignored and the story begins and ends. MST, C&C, anything is welcome and encouraged. Please, give generously... Disclaimer: Tenchi Muyo belongs first to it's orginal creators, all twenty thousand of them, secondly to AIC and finally to Pioneer. Please worship any and all of them at the temple of your choice. OtakuNXS presents... Connections So empty, so alone, yet he was there, filling up the void with his presence, or reminding you how vast the darkness really was. His handsome face was full of smiles, smiles that hinted, that tempted, but never confirmed. The boys eyes made you panic to be caught up in them, but made you beg they'd linger, just a bit more. And his voice, okay, it was a trifle nasal and had a tendency to get on one's nerves, but if that voice could just whisper three little words, all could be forgiven. All in all, he was the sort to melt a heart, or break it completely. Tenchi sneezed. Ayeka and Ryoko sighed softly, a ceiling separating them, a world of differences keeping them apart, and yet still very much connected. The space pirate yawned drowsily, basking in the sun's warmth and letting the energy seep into her. Cats may worship the moon, but it's the sunlight that whispers sweet dreams, and today's rays spoke only of finding companionship in a dream lover's arms. The young princess, on the other hand, was quite awake. The moonlight had been gentle with her last night, and though she welcomed the power the sun brought, a silent voice in her head remembered the deliciousness of his wispy embrace. If only she hadn't awoken. He had looked at her with dark, mysterious eyes and said... "Ayeka, I've got something for you." Ayeka only partially winced at the pinched voice. "And I, something for you, my love." she sighed, remembering. "Um, what are you talking about? Don't you want this package? Grandfather said you had been waiting for it for some time." Maybe he's just got sinus problems, I'm sure Washu could do something about... wait a sec. The dream Tenchi always sounded like David Sobolov, not Ned Flanders. "Nevermind, Lord Tenchi, please come on in." She blushed slightly at the last, damn that woman for pointing out that strange earthen pun, now she could not keep the vulgar thoughts from coming... arrrrggghhh! "I could, I could come at another time, Ayeka. I'll just leave the package outside." "No, now's the perfect time to... come." the young woman placed a hand over her forehead and sighed heavily as she sat down. The blush burned it's way through her skin. "Are you sure? If you don't want me to come inside I could always..." "Lord Tenchi! Get in here and give me your package already!" Ayeka's face went deathly pale, her eyes wider then saucers, of the space faring, unidentified variety. Tenchi closed the door behind him and smiled nervously, holding the package as if to fend off attack. "Oh, forgive me Lord Tenchi, I didn't mean to yell, I was just getting so frustrated and..." "No-no problem, I know it's hard and all, waiting for this package I mean, you must have wanted it real bad." The young man gave it to her, just like she wanted. "Ummmm, Ayeka?" "Wha...? Oh, sorry, just kind of caught up in the narrative." She smiled and accepted the package graciously, her hands lingering on his own for only a moment longer then necessary, yet not nearly as long as she wanted. Placing the package on the table, she pulled off the wooden scepter attached to it and activated it with her own key. The object's center jewel began to glow and the image of a beautiful woman appeared... Ayeka sighed, while Tenchi scratched his head absently. A small bit of mental concentration and the image speed through what must have been hours of prime quality, A-list flight, get your passports early, motherly guilt trip. The message was cut short by Ayeka's mental command, as she slowly opened the package. There it was, sitting atop a rather virginal white nightgown, somehow, the twisted length of Devo-chan's black handle made even that look naughty. Tentatively, she let two of her fingers brush it's finely polished edge, barely even disturbing the tethered vine that extended from it. But all the thing needed was that most absent of touches. Ayeka froze, back arched, eye's closed. "Ayeka? Or you okay?" Tenchi placed a questioning hand atop her shoulder, concern twisting his visage. Then, slowly, a small smile on her lips, she turned to him. "There is no Ayeka, only ZOOL!" She lifted the whip from it's resting place and let it fly with easy flicks of her wrist. Devo-chan snapped and lashed, cracked and thrashed. Tenchi did the only logical thing, he screamed like a little girl, and fainted dead away. "Anno?" Ryoko awoke suddenly, which considering the dream, was probably for the best. Why they had to fight celestial creatures, ride around in anorexic robots and take orders from Tenchi's father who just smiled evilly and videotaped everything, was beyond her. Of course, at least Tenchi had been there, and in that skimpy little outfit too, yum. But how the boy had managed to sound even MORE annoying perplexed the young woman. She stretched, scratched her backside and began phasing through the roof. Ah well, just a dream, and not worth any undue worry, certainly not a fic. After phasing through the fourth wall, the cyan haired female paused halfway through the ceiling. A voice having stopped her cold. Damn, Ayeka's room, oh well, might as well keep going if I'm out this far. Wait a sec, she sounds a bit... odd. "Beg you worthless dog, beg for the right to speak my name! The name that whisper's it's way to the dark side of your heart. The name of your mistress! " Yep, she'd never let a participle dangle like that. Wait a sec, mistress? Spiky hair and slitted eyes pulled it's way through the ceiling and bare feet hit the floor. She surveyed the scene before her. Ayeka was whipping HER Tenchi, and doing a good job of it too. Not a single mark marred his body, and his face held more fear then actual sting. The princess had even managed to tie the boy to get his shirt off, the shredded remains of which littered the floor. Ayeka turned from her captive and smiled wickedly at her rival. "Ah, someone else wishes to feel the tip of my whip. Come then wild child, let's see what you've got." with a snap, the blank tendrils of the whip tore Ryoko's outfit open, spilling her ample bosom for the world to see. Snarling, Ryoko stepped forward proudly. "About a good size or two more then you." Ayeka considered this as Tenchi simply slumped forward, nose bleeding, brain on standby. "Humph, anything more then can fit in a wineglass is unnecsecary, besides, they make wonderful targets." grinning maniacally, she sent another strike toward her newest playmate. A called shot, straight for the nipple, left breast. It never even got to cleavage level, Ryoko smiled wickedly, the whip held tight in her right arm. "Are you really the best Uranus.... I mean Jurai can produce?" "Ho-how did you do that?" Ryoko was seething. How long had this been going on? Her heart ached and her face burned, how long had they been laughing at her? Friendly smiles seemed to turn to malicious grins... or worse, pity. The emptiness inside of her seemed to gnaw away at her very being, the thirst coming to a head, like a man slowly watching a mirage fade before him. All she could think about, was the need to fill the void. With a snap, she sent Ayeka flying towards her. "Get OVER here!" She turned to Tenchi who had regained the ability to string words into sentences. He smiled that cruel smile he always wore, the one that said yes, when his lips said no. "Umm, thanks Ryoko. Gee, I'd have never thought of you as being the voice of reason but I guess I misjudged you." Had the gag not been in place, Ryoko might just have heard him. Ryoko looked to the noble, and placed a finger on her exposed chest. Suddenly, the princess was incorporeal, and airborne once more, flying towards Tenchi, her clothes hovering in mid air, where the she had phased through them. As she hit the ground, Devo-chan skittered to the side, Ayeka shook her head and frantically looked about, as if just awakening from a nightmare, and scanning the room for shadows that might have escaped her dreams. Then she noticed the unclothed chest of lord Tenchi behind her, the young girls back barely touching his front. A small trickle of blood escaped her nasal cavity. Holding her nose, Ayeka yelled out, "Wha-what's going on here? Ryoko, what's the meaning of this? Give me my clothes this instant!" Ryoko sighed heavily, her rival and her would be lover WERE connected, she was even beginning to sound like him. Quietly, wiping an errant tear from her left eye, she approached the both of them. Her eyes were as silent as her voice, pain and desire congealing into a simple need that radiated from her body, quieting even Ayeka's wrath. Then she looked at the both of them, and split. One lonely young woman became two, her close fell in a pile between the twin forms. The first Ryoko lifted Tenchi from his position on the ground, she wrapped a leg around his own and forced him against her own flesh. One hand softly caressing his cheek while another played about his spiky hair. "I-I'm not saying you have to love me... yet." she blushed slightly, painfully aware how she sounded. It was she was a young girl with her first crush, fragile and unknowing, but then, that's exactly what she was. "I never even knew what that word meant until I meet you. I just... I just want to be a part of you, for at least one night. That's not to much to ask is it? Let me be one with you, we can work on love, together." She pirouetted with Tenchi, turning his body incorporeal as she did, his clothes and the gag falling to the floor. "Ryoko, I..." The space pirate didn't dare let him finish. Maybe he would say yes, but she couldn't dare let it be no, not tonight. The hand on his chin suddenly pulled down, and she placed her lips over his own, her tongue invading his mouth. She never gave him a chance to protest as she seemingly tried to swallow him. Lips worked with just enough force not to crush the boy's human body, but defiantly enough to feel like he was being eaten alive. To her, the boy was food, was drink, was the sweetest of air, in fact, he was life itself and she couldn't get enough. Ayeka face went from a ghastly pale, to a blushing pink, and finally to a vengeful red. "What are you DOING?" she screamed, approaching the pair, she never noticed the second Ryoko behind her, as the clone pulled her the tips of her fingers from her mouth, a small trail of saliva following them through the air, over her target's shoulders from behind and right atop the noble woman's nipples. The girl suddenly stood ramrod, unable to move as the one time demoness slowly turned her back around. "If you and him are already one, then I can't love him, without you. I-I do care for you, but I'm not ready to call you sister. Lover will have to suffice." With that, she cupped one breast completely and let the other fill her mouth. Ayeka was right, they were the perfect size, completely fitting inside her mouth as she suckled with a ferocity that matched her counterparts movements toward Tenchi. Finally, Ryoko broke the oral embrace, and let the boy gather huge gasps of air, trying to refill lungs that had long since reached empty. She smiled motherly at him as he looked at her with confused eyes, a million questions, all being answered by a single kiss. Well, if his eye's were clueless, other parts of the boy knew quite well what was happening, and puberty marshaled it's efforts for the battle at hand. The wayward tip brushed against the young girl as it made it's way up. Smiling, she let her body go intangible again, giving it all the room it needed to reach maximum potential. Then, after one more smoldering stare in the young man's eyes, freezing him faster then any headlights could, she levitated slightly, wrapped both lower limbs around his backside, locking them into position with her feet, and then she let herself slide down. Tenchi swallowed hard, closed his eyes, and felt... nothing. Granted, the actual feel of Ryoko wrapped around his body, skin touching in a glomp he had known so well, but never like this, was beyond his wildest dreams. But down below, he knew something was amiss. He looked to his companion questioningly, only to find her own eyes shut, seemingly lost in concentration. Then, slowly, gradually, he felt her walls closing in on him, a silken palace that seemed to quiver by his very touch. Ryoko was no fool, she knew her strength could turn her lower body into a guillotine of sorts. A sexual orgasm ending in the world's single most overzealous circumcision. It took every bit of her will and concentration to gradually cup and hold his member, rather then biting and swallowing. She was rewarded as he enlarged again, and began to take the lead in their dance, filling, removing, giving, taking, again and again. Washu barely pushed her abort switch in time. Exactly one nanogram of omni-matter had been required for the experiment. The one full gram she had dumped in instead had been enough to eradicate your average star system. Still, the explosion had been consigned to subspace, and the greatest scientific genius in the universe had all the time in the world to beat the ever-loving hell out of the one who had caused the mistake. But this time, there was no blonde haired, melodic voice to skirt the very edges of the red head's sanity. No, this was problems from a different source, something from within. Another spasm shook her miniature frame. From the feel of things, the source was about eight inches within. Slowly, she made her way to a lounge chair that appeared from nowhere. That was it, from now on, no more hormones for that young lady, she was sexually grounded! Inside, her body quaked and shivered at another thrust. Okay, she'd at least wait until the girl was finished, no use spoiling the Kodak moment, the kind you don't dare take to those one hour developing places. Idly, she outlined her form with one of her fingers, following the curve of her inner thigh to her... "Washu! Can you come over here? We need you." The voice caused synapse to go snap, crackle and pop and the crab haired one sat up in fury. "How many times have I told you not to come in here unless it's to inform me of your painful demise?" Mihoshi placed a questioning finger to her lips and thought hard. "Ummmm, I dunno... how many?" Washu was about to answer when a smaller body collided with her. She looked down to see Sasami, tears streaming her eyes. "Washu, something's wrong with Ryo-Ohkie, I think she's sick." After letting another spasm take it's course, she looked down at the offered animal. It meowed in a most peculiarly satisfied manner, and it's eyes closed as if waiting for something. Washu sighed, "There's nothing wrong with her that a cigarette won't fix, just hand her to me. She'll be all right." "Cabbits smoke?" Mihoshi asked quistivily, picturing a more humanoid Ryo-Ohkie, in a tux with dark glasses and a cigarette in her mouth. "Depends on the friction ratio," Washu sighed, picking the sometimes battleship up and walking toward the sofa. She almost got there before the another flash of raw pleasure put her on her knees and Ryo-Ohkie squirming. Suddenly, Ryoko two pushed Ayeka back to back with Tenchi. "I think that's enough data gathering. Size, texture, yep, all the dimensions should be in proportion." The young noble looked at her like she was insane, not understanding anything. "Wha-what are you babbling about, let him go." she squeaked, something about the way Ryoko was approaching her stealing all the strength in her voice. "To be a part of him, I have to be a part of you, therefore, we've gotta learn to connect. Luckily, I can change my form a bit, and I've got all the research I need done." Ayeka's eyes squinted in confusion, until her peripherals caught something from below. The growth from Ryoko was everything she said it was. Size, shape and feel. Frantically, she grabbed backwards, reaching out for Tenchi's hand. When she turned her face back to in front of her, the demons face was inches from her own. "I won't force it if you don't want it. Tenchi told me with his body, but you need only speak it with you mouth. Do you want to be whole... or hole?" Ayeka was stunned, Ryoko's breath warming her face, her slitted eyes boring into her own. Suddenly, she grabbed Tenchi's hand and was rewarded with a squeeze. Gathering power from the grasp, she nodded slowly. Washu sat as still as she was able, idly petting her Cabbit and trying to ignore Mihosh's incessant prattle over what was wrong, and was she sick? Apparently the ditz had some great cold medicine. The scientist sniffed, so THAT explains it. Suddenly, her body arched fully with a whole new sensation, Ryo-Ohkie did likewise and they both shuddered as the new form of pleasure worked it's way through their bodies. Scanning Ryoko's mind for a full update, she got the whole picture. So, that's what's happening, hmmmm, not a bad idea actually. Maybe her daughter had inherited more then looks after all. Only Mihoshi's cry alerted her to Sasami's plight. The young girl had her eyes closed, and feel to the ground, unconscious. The pair were at her side in a flash, Washu feeling the girls head. "She's fine," spoke a voice of life and power, less human and more of wind rustling through a dark and quiet forest. "I just wasn't able to block it all from her. Tenchi was relatively easy, his physiology is a bit different, but Ayeka... I'm afraid were just all a wee bit too connect... oh my." Washu couldn't agree more, as she slumped down in her seat. Tsunami gripped an armrest for support. "No, I mean, I can't hold it back, both the giving and the taking. I'm afraid I'm-I'm broadcasting it." Outside, trees shook were there was no wind, the grass danced about in time to the steady life rhythm and blossoms bloomed without a spring. The scientist called up her dimensional computer and made some readings. It was as if the entire ecosystem had gotten high of life, or the Goddess there off. No sentient creatures were affected, just plants and living creatures without large brain capacities. Washu turned to see Mihoshi shudder as the wave hit her, and nodded to herself, correct as always. Even more so, the wave was expanding, it had already circled the planet, and was making it's way throughout the system. Like a tidal wave of an orgasmic flow. Well, it was caused by a Tsunami at least. Then the wave struck her again, doubling in intensity, and opening a part of her that had been submerged millenium ago. Washu crackled in yellow energy, floating atop a wave of raw power, she grew. When she came to rest, the full blown Goddess looked about quistivily. She grabbed at her new breasts, still as firm as she had remembered them. But it was her mind that was truly different, suddenly she was connected to every star, every planet, every bit of matter and energy in the entire universe... and she was still plugged into the menage a trois. Powered by the two Goddesses, the galaxy began to quake and roll with each stroke. A pumping, thumping base line that tuned itself into the entire universe. Suns twinkled to it, humans and aliens quivered and shook with it, and mitochondria sang with the secret life song of all existence. Elsewhere, a goddess not on the same reality as any before her turned to an ethereal man and smashed him with a mallet. "Dirty old man." "Lady Tokimi?" With all three connected, the universal probing and receiving dripped into other worlds, other dimensions. Fic writers, Cursed Martial artists, Pocket dimensions with funky names, politicians, demon gods and overfiends, alternative universes and animayhem decks, all thrumming and pumping in time. Everything was connected. Life and Death, beginings and endings... The Multiverse came... almost as one.... "Ummm, sorry guys." Tenchi apologizzed. The End!