The following is a work of parody. All characters and situations are fictions based on Copyrighted materials belonging to AIC & Pioneer. Although this work describes events well within the outlines of the original material, good sense and good taste has prevented the original creators from going so far... How far have I gone? Well, if you object to explicit sexuality, probably further than you want to go, so stop here. If you go on, you will not find your ordinary pornographic jargon and magnified sexuality. I have endeavored to describe sex more vividly and realistically than is customary in the genre; if I have not succeeded, at least the sexual activities and appatites are more or less within the normal range of human behavior and abilities. "RYOUKO NO YUME" Washu-chan seldom slept. Driven by the desires of her human self, the desire to ever and again prove herself the greatest scientist in the universe, to know every working of creation, her quest for knowlege continued night and day. The goddess within sustained her, as she had ever since the diminutive scientist had lain broken in dispair at the cruel loss of child and lover, some twenty thousand years before, and the goddess had come in. When her body demanded rest, she would take momentary cat-naps, or she would lie still, meditating on the deeper questions. Some lonely nights, the goddess would demand that she sleep mortal sleep and dream mortal dreams, promising to protect her from the bogies of her ancient past, as she always had. On such a night, secure in her private subspace, which from under the stairway opened into the darkened Masaki household, She lay abed, her mind opened and relaxed as it seldom had in the months since her release from Kagato's prison. She chuckled to herself as she remembered the fiasco of the Dimension Tuner. It was a good thing that willful little Ryouko had been the first to set the tuner on her desires. Of course hers was the only desire that worked, because it was the first one set, and only Ryouko would be stubborn enough to give up her desire, in order to, as she put it 'win Tenchi away from the other girls in fair competition'. I wonder...what did Ryouko and Tenchi really do during those three days they were alone together in a universe set to fulfil Ryouko's desires? Tenchi had come back unchanged, so it seemed, avowing that nothing had really happened. He said, "We came back, didn't we?" He seemed just as repulsed as ever by Ryouko's excess of immodest public flirtation, and yet, it was Tenchi, not Ryouko, who had almost succumbed to the desire to remain in Ryouko's dream universe. (Hmm...I wonder if I could...is Ryouko?...mmm...)Ryouko-chan is dreaming in that half sleeping state where the mind is open and drifting. Mmm, yes. Her body is so warm and snuggly, and oh... Washu's eternally pubescent body shyly, reluctantly answers the lusty vitality of her ultimate love-child. Oh yes, it will be a piece of cake to guide this open and innocent mind, to know what she knows, to let the remaining filiments of Zero-Ryouko's innocence revel in the reality of living on as part of the true Ryouko. A little subtle prodding here and there, and without a hint of suspicion, Ryouko's unconscious is replaying the argument that started the whole thing. 'Christmas eve', she was saying 'Aeka lay drunk....Tenchi told me...'only you'...his hand caressing me, down there. Aeka thinks I am lying, heh... and tells a tale of her own.' But Washu knows, Aeka's tale is true, he told Aeka at the temple, 'Only you'. Ryouko's mind goes back to her earlier moment. Christmas Eve, Ryouko is sitting cross-legged on the railing outside the second floor, her body unconsciously immune to the cold, her slightly Sake hazed mind drifting with the falling snowflakes. An ordinary mortal would have been uncomfortable, teetering there above the darkness, in one of her open robes. All the house lights are out, Sasami to bed, Aeka passed out, Washu in her lab. Only herself, alone in the darkness, and where is Tenchi? An unwanted hot wetness brims Ryouko's eyes. The door slides open and shut behind her. She can sense the heat, hear the breathing, the soft padding of tabi-clad feet. With all her instincts she knows, it is Tenchi, and how she longs to spring upon him, hold his body to hers, to feel every intimate shape and portion. Something in the night holds her back. Somehow, under the imprint of Zero-Ryouko she knows, time hangs suspended in the snowing darkness for Ryouko. 'Shhh...stay still, and let this moment be. You alone are for me' Slender soft warm hands enter the open sleeves of her robe, caress the fulness of her breasts. Were she not flushed with desire, such a touch would tickle. Fingers trace the small firmness of her nipples. A hand brushes down her belly under the silken robe, to the nakedness down there. No other hand but her own has ever touched her there, to her memory. Oh, how she has longed for this moment, and the next, and every moment thereafter. Hot and cool, wetness becomes on those untouched lips, fingers with more sureness than they should, smoothly part the wetness. Surely this wonderful boy will pull away from that female wetness, but he does not. he leans against her, breathing on her neck, nibbles her ear, teeth playing her earlobe, tongueing her gem, 'this is not yet the moment, but it will come. Be still and let me hold you'. Tears of frustrated desire shamefully floods her eyes as she is pressed against him, feeling the warmth of his manhood pressing through his own thin garments. 'Oh, that naughty Tenchi!', Washu gasps to herself, her own body flushed with Ryouko's remembered passion. 'He's playing with us all! Well, Tsunami must know what she's doing, letting him play.' Ruefully, Washu puts aside the thought of such play herself. After Mihoshi's goddess inspired blundering stopped her the first time, Washu's goddess brought her to sharp reminder-'silly naughty girl games yes, sperm samples yes, but if you slip it in, your eternal childhood is gone, forever, along with me; and never, ever force anyone, for that was Kagato's way.' Washu returns to her dreaming lovechild. In the frigid night air, through thin garments, Ryouko can sense the pheromones, the moisture, the lubricity of Tenchi's desire. Complex chemical formulas drift through the analytical portions of her mind, tinkered by Washu to explore the far reaches of the Cosmos. Goddess, what a scientist she'd make, if only she could care. Damn that Kagato to one of the many hells these earthlings are so fond of inventing for their tormentors. The goddess laughs, 'even now he burns, will never have what he desires. Don't waste your curses on him, Ryouko is the child you always wanted, and she will be whole, though it takes thousands of years. The damage took millinia, the healing may take longer.' Washu is shocked that the goddess is here, in this moment of her being. Fingers slip from wetted lips, body pulls away, fading into the darkness and sliding door. It is not her imagination that she hears a sniffling and tonguing of fingers, like a curious kitten grooming it's paws. Ryouko cries alone in the darkness, shivering from a cold lonliness within, to her it is a familiar theme. Ryouko's dreaming slips foreward to a morning. Tenchi is sleeping, on futon, on tatami, as Ryouko surreptitiously peeks in. Heh, heh, she has a plan. Flash away robe, teleport silently next to the sleeping boy, under the covers naked, against him, around him, intertwined with him, blissful memory of closeness. Damn, why does he wear pajamas, anyway? Tenchi is awakening, Aeka and Sasami have come to call him to breakfast. Why does he deny we are lovers, why angry? Why, also, is Aeka so angry; now she is hitting us with that stick? Doesn't she love Tenchi too? Ouch! Washu wonders, curious: Why should Ryouko take this? Why does she never strike hard at that Aeka? Ah, there is something within her, to her Aeka is like a mirror of love and hurt. Ryouko would be sister, would share, eternally rebuffed. Now the argument. Yes, each girl knows she is telling the truth, Tenchi is her lover, each doubts the others. Tenchi has woven a troublesome web of deception, and he knows it. There is Washu; 'am I really that guileful child?' Ryouko resents her, and it hurts. 'It is not fair, I did not cause Kagato to deceive me, I did not mean to bring my child into the world for suffering and lonliness. Ryouko, it is not I who stole your childhood.' Ryouko stirs, and Washu must still her inner voice, lest Ryouko awaken and discover Washu mucking about in her dreams. The Dimension Tuner appears, and yes, Ryouko is first, then Aeka, Sasami, and finally Mihoshi. Egad! She actually thinks it is a rice cooker. How does that girl manage to find her way out of bed in the morning? No wonder her ideal universe turned out so badly. Oh, that smug fool Ryouko, too; she thinks it's so great fading away from me, the initial settings being hers guaranteed her universe. Hmm, didn't know she phased through the other's universes, maybe now I'll find out what it is that put Aeka and Mihoshi so off their dream. They are in some sort of school, Aeka, Tenchi, Ryouko. They are in uniform, and Aeka has some sort of official position. She is searching other students, sees Ryouko's self coming, hurrying to join and embarrass Tenchi. Aeka stops Ryouko and begins searching, now begin a body search? How rediculous, reaching under Ryouko's top, she feels it strange, almost good, to have Aeka's hands cup around her breasts, feeling. And now, down there! This is too much, Ryouko makes a smart remark about 'that sort of appatite.' There is more than just smoke to this, Aeka's touch is strangely intimate, only the second other to touch her nakedness down there. 'Who would want to touch your dumpling body?'-Aeka retorts. 'Who's dumpling body?' Ryouko flares, evaporating the strangeness of the moment. Now Aeka is going to search Tenchi, no, she lets him go. Ryouko is confused, 'hey...why not search him by touching him everywhere? Oh, no, I can't imagine touching him.' The rejoinder baffles Ryouko, there is a little more banter, then Katsuhito ordering them to class. I guess he is the principal. They are in Mihoshi's classroom. Gods! In what sort of universe is Mihoshi a schoolteacher? Anyway, it is lunch break. Ryouko, who knows she is in an alternate universe, cannot help starting a bicker with Aeka, but out of the corner of her eye she is startled to see Sasami here. She is bringing Tenchi his lunch. Blink...blink, Sasami has done some sort of instant transformation, such an immodest dress for a little girl! Now she is pointing something at Ryouko and Aeka, saying something about friends. The adrenaline vanishes, and a warmth comes over Ryouko. 'I'm sorry, I've been nasty to you.' ' No, no, I should be saying that.' All the words Ryouko ever hoped for but could not admit flow between them. The strange compulsion to abandon all other cares washes away any momentary confusion. Aeka is saying, 'You know, this morning when I touched you, well, to tell the truth, I wanted to touch you. Oh, that's why? You can touch me as you like.' So that's why Aeka won't talk about her universe, Washu considers, I doubt she knows her dream universe was tangled with Sasami's. They kiss, passionately,mouth on mouth. With her usual abandon, Ryouko places Aeka's hand under her own top again, and begins carressing the princess, oblivious to the audience of Tenchi, Mihoshi, and Sasami. Aeka is so warm and soft, even gentler than Tenchi. 'Let us go to the Student Offices,' Aeka whispers, 'I have a key.' Somehow they make it to the offices without serious incident, though Ryouko's hands have already explored the smoothness of the royal bottom, and found the thin fine silkenness of Aeka down there. Behind locked doors, Aeka deftly abandons all cover, Ryouko is not far behind. Ryouko's hand covers that small touch of soft, dark, almost purple hair, finding and dividing the moist cleft within. Aeka returns the compliment and giggles, 'How nice and clean, you really are naked down there, aren't you? I was always so angry and afraid of this back home, I couldn't tell.' ' Eh, then you know where we are?' ' Of course, and this will never do, we must really get home.' Yeah, I don't know how I got tangled in your universe, and I sure don't know what has come over us. I mean I always wanted to love you as a sister, but I never would have..., anyway, I don't mind, but I know it can't last.' 'You know, I won't be admitting this when we get back, I will probably hate both of us for it. I mean, this is impossible. I cannot allow myself..., but let us enjoy what we have now, my love.' Ryouko gently lifts Aeka to stand on a desk, to turn proudly in the naked royal beauty that her normal conscience denies. 'Heh, Aeka, your body is really fine, I'm sorry I ever told you it wasn't so.' Ryouko plants a great, lip to lip kiss down there, and Washu can taste the heady aroma of Aeka's passion, a flavor far from the eternal child-scientist, but not unknown. Aeka plops her posterior down on the desk, legs immodestly askew, so unlike her normal princessly self, reaching out to carress the firm roundness of Ryoko's breasts. 'But your's is the really sexy one, Tenchi must have the fortitude of a hermit to resist your seductions, I know that right now, I can't.' She looks around the hard-edged office, 'Where can we lie?' 'Heh, heh, let me show you some special advantages of levitation.' Ryouko floats gently off the floor, drifting against the naked princess, breast to breast, body to body, and the princess reaches out to turn her, manouvering her like an unusually cooperative party balloon 'Oh, goddess no,' Washu's head swims with dreaming passion, as the sapphic couple join in an euphoric, floating coupling of heads and tails. The extraordinary warm, melting flavor of Aeka's down there sends Ryouko's mind spinning, pulsating. She is lost in a glorious melding with this troubled princess, her own down there blending it's heat with royal tongue to complete a circuit of pulsating ecstasy that becomes global and consuming. Washu can barely keep from the edge of orgasm herself, as the two girls slake and satiate their mysterious, extraordinary appatite. Ah, well, this may not be her first orgasm, but it is certainly the best, being the first she has ever knowingly shared with another being, Washu speculates idlely. Ryouko has little notion the true extent of her shape-changing potential, is blissfully unaware of the extraordinary length and penetration her tongue obtained. Afterward, they languidly float together, side by side, holding tightly and kissing gently over the unaccustomed flavor of one another. 'I wonder what will become of this Ryouko and this Aeka when we are gone?' The princess questions. ' Eh, I don't think they know what they really are, in this world, but there is nothing here that can hurt them. I don't imagine they will be able to stay in school long if they continue this passion, but then maybe they won't care. Uh, Aeka, I am leaving now.' As their bodies drift to the cold floor, the dreaming Ryouko can distantly hear another Ryouko whispering to her lover, 'Darling, I had the strangest dream just now, as we were making love, that we were drifting in the air.' ' Be still my love,' Aeka's haughty laugh ripples through the continuua, 'Don't ever dare tell them back home, my love, I would truly want to die of shame.' What strange words, Aeka, who dare we not tell of our beatiful new passion.' ' Oh, you beautiful, sexy scoundrel; my brother Katsuhito, of course, he will surely disown me!' The Masaki household looks unkempt. Mihoshi, mistress of this home, lies asleep on the balcony, in the warm afternoon sun. Here, the princess is Tenchi's sister, Sasami the daughter. Huh, I wonder if Mihoshi remembers the making of that child, muses a still sex-suffused Washu? This Ryouko, seductress and neighbor, makes free to walk in, just as Tenchi comes home. ' May I borrow some Soy Sauce?' Innocently said. Tenchi looks the harried salaryman that he is, responds to the seductress. ' I know an inkeeper in Atami, let's go there sometime,' Ryouko offers. 'Don't seduce my husband!' A still sleepy, but outraged Mihoshi exclaims. Aeka adds, 'Are you here again, you ally cat?' An argument ensues, but that world is fading. Aeka is Empress, Katsuhito her Chamberlain? Tenchi is destined to be royal consort, like it or not; Ryouko is betting he doesn't like it that much. Heh, he doesn't know I'm the real Ryouko either, or that I know he's my Tenchi. This Ryouko has always been a space-pirate, always will be. Our Ryouko studies her other self's plans, this Ryouko has always been on her own, pretty clear planner. Heh, heh, this Jurai doesn't know about my teleporting talent, haven't figured out how I get in and out of places. It is evening in the palace. Unlike that last time, 700 earth years ago, Ryouko is slipping through the moonless night, thankful for the open grasslands that surround the palace for a kilometer around. Her decent pod, a single Ryo-ohki crystal, had landed unseen in the forests, and is neatly tucked in a fanny-pack. Walking partly out of phase with normal matter, Ryouko is only a phantom on the night-scopes of the Juraian sentinels. She comes to the south wall of the royal quarters, paces off thirty meters from the east turret, casually walks through the wall, into the royal boudoir. 'Tenchi!', she whispers, tossing him a stolen GP blaster, and gesturing him for quiet. He is clad in the blue tights that are Juraian battle dress in this universe. Good, that makes the whole thing a lot safer for him: Who knows what would happen if one were to die in one of these other unverses? She wraps her arms around him and pulls him through the wall, into the cool darkness and shadow of the wall. 'Stay here, I'll be right back', she disappears back through the wall. '...Ryouko will never be able to get in here', the Empress is saying. 'Hey, I'm here now. Just hand me the dress, and nobody gets hurt.' ' Wait, give it back, it's mine.' ' Why have a wedding dress, when you don't have a groom?' Aeka is handing over the dress, naked but for bikini lace panties and pointy little bra, she had never gotten the dress on. She is turning bright red with outrage, as Ryouko and gown fade through the outer wall. 'What did you say?', Aeka's voice carries through. Gods, the wedding dress is heavy, ten kilos of pink diamonds, glittering and translucent even in the faint starlight. This Aeka certainly isn't as modest as the one back home, is she? She'd better not have touched my Tenchi first. Ryoko tosses the gown to Tenchi, as lights and alarms begin to fill the palace. She takes out the crystal, sets it on the ground, crosses her palms. 'Ryo-ohki, come', she commands. Hey, hey, in this universe I've got all my gems, oh...the power feels good. 'Miwoww...' They are off into the depths of space, a squadron of Juraian tree-ships in persuit, soon joined by various others. No problem, can always outrun them. 'Eh, Tenchi, haven't I done it beautifully, as usual?' Tenchi is dubious, 'we're being chased an awful lot, aren't we?' 'Hey, I'll beat 'em all.' Boom! an explosion shakes the Ryo-ohki. 'Damn, it's the GP, Ryo-ohki, prepare the attack.' They are faster than the Jurai battle-ships, but more lightly armed and armoured. That air-head Mihoshi, no less, we seem tangled in every universe, and shes reading us our Miranda rights, doesn't she know, she's got to catch us, first? 'Come on', Tenchi complains, 'are we supposed to fight the Galaxy Police?' Ryouko's reply is simple, 'Fire!' Ryo-ohki's spike blazes with cosmic fires, she shakes again. 'See, Tenchi, I've done it.' 'Ack, now you've certainly done it, Ryouko.' ' Ryo-ohki, maximum speed, get us out of here!' '...Meow! ' Alone with Tenchi in the depths of space, Ryouko phases out, back in naked. 'Tenchi!', she sings out, rushing to embrace him, but he is wiggling, struggling to break free, pushing her away. 'Get off!', he shouts. Ryouko is confused, breaks away, phases, and returns clothed, to find Tenchi still grimmacing and brushing himself off. Despite the obviously bulging crotch of his tights, Tenchi is angry. 'Keep off! You're the real Ryouko, from back home, where I let you out of the cave, aren't you? Don't touch me, just take me back home!' 'I...I...don't know how. I don't know if we can. T...T..Tenchi...oh.' Ryouko is speaking softly. Waves of grief wash through her, first she hiccups, then settles to her knees, salt tears are flowing, mucous streaming to her breasts. She is truly misrable, almost inconsolable. A blueclad leg wavers into her downcast view. A hand reaches down to her chin, 'Ryouko, I love you.' She looks up to find a finger to her lips. 'You simply can't have me that way.' She wipes the mucous from herself with the sleeves of her jacket, a little messy, but better than on her face and breasts. 'Control yourself, let me lead, and everything will be alright.' Tenchi has moved around behind her, his soft hands slide down her neck on each side, to remove the open jacket. The bustier she has chosen, a Jurai pattern one with an interlocking triangle pattern down the front, pushes her breasts upward, embracing her like the lover she yearns for. She raises her arms laxly to allow the jacket to come off. He folds the soiled part in, and uses the lining to finish cleaning her off. Her hands settle palm up on her knees. She is frightened, more frightened even than when facing death at the hand of Kagato. Her loins feel like water, and hot. She fears she might loose all muscle control and wet herself. Taking most of her weight off relieves some pressure, and the resiliency of her flesh causes her to gently rise a few centimeters. Tenchi leans over her, hand turning her face up. Their lips meet voluntarily for the first time, the salt of her tears making contrast with the fresh, forest cleanness of her man. She shifts her body slightly, carefully allowing Tenchi to control the pressure and contact of their bodies. Head turned, her cheek now presses the radiating warmth of his manhood through the tightness of the battlesuit. He reaches down and pinches the release on her bustier, it's molacular bindings loose, and it falls open, slides down between her rump and his ankles, his hands gently massage her normally petite nipples to largeness. With growing sureness of his mind, Ryoko turns, streaching upward to snag the belt release of his battlesuit with a sharp canine. The suit splits up and down the front, releasing his pent up manhood. It stands forth, foreskin tight, golden skin taut, a bead of viscous fluid at the tip. She has never before seen it thus, well not really, anyway. A memory drifts by; little Tenchi, maybe 12 years old, has taken a piss, and unaware of the watcher, rubs his little penis a little, it swells, but then someone is calling. Boy, that Juraian puberty is late and slow. Still, now he is almost full of manhood, his smooth, full scrotum and faint straggles of pubic hair pretty much what he will have, almost as naked as Ryouko, but with pleanty of penis to fill a woman, he is definately a man. Unable to resist, Ryoko's rather extravagant tongue flicks out to taste that pearl of fluid. Tenchi twitches, the foreskin retreats to reveal the roundness of his glans, and Ryoko shies back, afraid he will draw away. Seeing her fear, he laughs and reaches down to the release of her skirt, on her left hip. He opens her skirt across the polished but resiliant deck of Ryo-ohki, and rolls down on one palm to end up lying between her legs, his face sideways to her bosom, his manhood brushing the inside of her knee, his hip pressing on her down there. he touches a signet ring, and the battlesuit vanishes. A mere thought, and Ryo-ohki provides her mistress with a moulded backrest. Ryouko flings her arms wide and struggles to keep herself open and passive against surges of desire to envelop her lover. He mouths the roundness of her breasts, each in turn, tongue circling tingling nipple, pulling away with a lip-sealed suction that sends pleasure spreading up her neck and down her belly from those seductive but virginal breasts. Tenchi slides down between her legs, his breath upon her belly, then her mound. Now his toungue carresses her slickly wet nakedness, down there. His tongueing is much larger and firmer than the princess', his mouth larger, the suction more agressive, his hot breath more alive. The time has come, Tenchi grasps her shoulders and pulls himself up upon her, they are truly face to face, nipple to nipple, mouth to mouth, eye to eye. His hard manhood is pressing against her entry. 'You are a virgin', it is a statement, not a question. He hesitates, 'I don't want to hurt you.' ' Never', she whispers back, thinking 'there are some advantages to this body Washu concieved.' Washu feels an additional flush of warmth for her daughter on that thought. This dream coupling, this sex in the mind is in some ways better than the real, less mess and risk too, the practical-minded scientist is thinking. Ryoko is not completely helpless and hopeless about her extraordinary body, she focuses on where Tenchi's organ is pressing against her hymen, the tissues part painlessly, willingly, serving their mistress. Tenchi slides in. Washu enviously remembers a moment twenty-thousand years ago, of mixed agony and pleasure, a tearing, blood and semen on the sheets. The psychic ecstasy of Ryouko is almost greater than the sexual. She allows the moulding behind her back to drop, arches her hips, cradling his. Tenchi's manhood is deep within her, his pubic arch pressed against that magic fold, that magic firmness of her clit. Another woman might have found the heat and weight uncomfortable, but Tenchi is light and lithe, Ryouko is strong, and this is the closest she can come to engulfing him, holding him. He is holding her arms down, and she allows him. It is almost like a marathon of body wrestling, as the couple, hot and slick, writhe together, hips locked in glorious unison, she can feel the pulsing of his orgasm, her own answering. He messily slides out, belly pressing mons, to allow some of the trickling fluids down on his own pubes. Tenchi stands up, looming over the sated, happy Ryouko. 'Eh, Ryouko, I am truly sorry.' 'Why, my star, my everything?' 'I am such a thoughtless man, what if you should become with child?' 'Why, then I shall be even more happy.' ' But I don't think you are ready.' 'Is anyone, ever?' Ryouko looks sady up at the man she loves, and his now shrunken penis. 'Let me touch you a little', She looks longingly at his diminished manhood. 'Eeh', he nodds, and she sits up, reaches up, to run her hands over his hips, press her cheek to his penis. It swells a little, she cups his balls in her right hand and tongues his foreskin. Soon she has a mouth full of swollen manhood with a strange flavor mixing her own savor with his. She reaches out her levitation power and the both of them float upward, Tenchi pulling her nether mouth to his face. The circuit of heat rises again, engulfing and embracing. Hot pulses of mucous flow in Ryouko's mouth, as her own loins melt in waves of heat and ecstasy: And poor little Washu? Her fingers go in and out frantically, around and around ten thousand times. End A couple of reminders: This work of fiction is a parody, vaguely permissable under the laws where it was created, the U.S.A., only non-commercially and not for profit. The original characters and situations are copyright AIC & Pioneer LDCA, and any commercial use or public performance of these materials would require the highly unlikely permission of the original copyright holders. Text Copyright 1998, by Anyaku, "RYOUKO NO YUME"