Story: Real World Tenchi: Dreaming?

Calling that experience a surprise would be a bit of an understatement. Sure, Tenchi was aware that the two of them frequently fought over his affections and sure, the two of them often competed with each other in really silly ways at times. But in all the time he’d known them this was the first time they’d ever tried something so… Blatantly erotic.

Now, it’s important to notice that Tenchi was a young man with the same urges and drives of all young men, but he’d never really had any kind of dating experience before. So, it was a little bit of an emotional tear for him to find himself the centre of female attention like that from two rather attractive and extraordinary women that he would normally consider way, way, way above his league. So this display did - definitely! - have an impact on him. Trouble was that the entire experience made him less aroused than it did nervous.

Which is why after they left he stood there staring off blankly into space for an amount of time he wasn’t entirely certain of. Why would they behave like that out of nowhere? Ryoko he could sort of imagine trying something that risque, but Ayeka? That refined princess would surely turn up her nose at the very idea of taking part in something as crass as a wet t-shirt contest! Then when the two of them started kissing towards the end his mind was completely blown, but the small part that was still working said “something is very wrong with this picture.”

“I have to find them. Quickly!” he suddenly said aloud to nobody in particular, though this sudden outburst did make Ryo-ohki leap around in fright and shock. His first instinct was to rush around to look for them in a frantic, unpredictable manner… But he quickly changed his mind and dashed inside the house directly towards Washu’s lab. If anyone could find them, it would be -

“Lord Tenchi? Is something the matter?”

He turned around and found Ayeka staring at him with genuine concern in her eyes. To his great relief, she was wearing her usual regal Juraian robes rather than something a bit more revealing. Sure, he could still tell that her figure was almost supernaturally attractive, but at least this outfit had some semblance of modesty.

“No, it’s nothing!” Tenchi said, rubbing the back of his head. Maybe it was all some weird daydream? Weird, yet it seemed so real at the time. “How about you? Are you doing okay?”

“Well, if I am perfectly honest there is one matter that deeply concerns me,” Ayeka said. She delicately seated herself on the couch, and gestured for Tenchi to sit opposite her. Of course, he did so without really thinking about it. The more he thought about it, the sillier it all seemed. Really now! Ayeka participating in a wet t-shirt contest. This refined alien princess would never agree to something like that. Nope, it just wasn’t possible.

“So what’s the problem? Is there anything I can do to help?”

“I would prefer not to trouble you,” Princess Ayeka replied. “However, there may not be any choice in the matter. You are the only one we can rely upon to adjudicate impartially.”

“Adjudicate?” he replied, just a little confused. “You mean… Judge?” A word that brought up certain connotations given his recent daydream. “What… exactly did you want me to judge?”

“Would you believe that a certain snooty blueblood claimed she was the best dancer in the universe?” Ryoko answered, drifting down from above. She too was dressed in her normal clothing, not a drop of water on her. “Kind of a cheek, considering she clearly has two left feet.”

“A ridiculous accusation from a talentless hag!”

“Wow, amazing! The first half of what you said was right for a change,” Ryoko replied with slightly sarcastic applause. “You don’t have two left feet. It’s more like fifty.”

“Okay, girls, okay!” Tenchi interjected, and honestly part of him was a little relieved. “So, you want me to dance with you and try to judge which is the better dancer, right?”

Neither of them replied. Instead they were each staring quite intently into the other’s eyes right in front of him. It felt like if he took a single step forward, the intensity might kill him. Then again, having to judge a dance contest between them very well might have a similar effect, plus collateral damage. Then again, if he was supposed to judge this sort of contest, if he set down a few ground rules before anything even started…

“Alright, fine!” he said at last. “I’ll judge it, but don’t break anything! And no interfering in each other’s routines, got it?”

All he could do was let out a sigh of relief as they led him off to his room so they could all dance in peace. He was not that surprised to see that they had already set things up for their competition. Privacy was a rare luxury in that household for as long as he could remember, and that apparently extended to pushing his bed against the wall, cleaning up the floor, and putting on some mood lighting. Well, at least they cleaned the floor. There was some courtesy in that.

“Okay. So, I suppose we should figure out a way to decide who goes first, unless you want to both dance at the same time,” Tenchi said, turning around after looking his room over, hoping it wouldn’t be too much of a hassle to get back to its normal configuration. When he turned all the way around, his eyes widened. The young man certainly hadn’t expected to get shocked so many times in one day.

Ayeka and Ryoko had somehow managed to completely change their clothes in the short amount of time he wasn’t keeping an eye on them. It was ridiculous how quickly they changed, and he couldn’t even see their normal outfits anywhere nearby. It was as if time stopped for them, giving them ample opportunity to change into what they were wearing now. Does this mean they stripped naked in front of each other? He couldn’t decide if that was the weirdest thing to happen today. It was like deciding whether a double-fudge brownie or a strawberry shortcake was more delicious: Impossible to decide and you’d be a fool to try.

Ayeka had found some things that at first glance appeared to be very Juraian in how they were designed. However, instead of looking like they belonged to royalty, the outfit was more suited to a prince’s servant girl. Ayeka’s outfit was loose, breezy, and looked so fragile that it could break at any minute. Her creamy thighs were exposed, and as she turned to the side for a moment, Tenchi could see the outline of her round, soft booty as well. There were symmetrical lengths of fabric that went down to just above her ankles in the front and back, and even then they were almost translucent. So see-through that Tenchi could make out the purple underwear underneath them that left little to the imagination.

The purple-haired girl’s top was just as skimpy. Her belly and several inches of cleavage were left uncovered, as all she had to cover her breasts was essentially a tubetop. She had a ring on each hand, that connected long lengths of silk to her shoulders. Otherwise, the only other things she had on were pieces of jewelry, like the extravagant necklace around her slender neck, or the bracelets adorning each wrist. She looked like a mix between a harem dancer and a genie.

After seeing Ayeka, he was almost scared to learn what Ryoko looked like. But curiosity was the stronger emotion, and when he saw the blue-haired girl, he was sure he had been drugged somehow and this was all some fever dream. Ayeka looked sexy, there was no doubt about that. But she looked like she could still perform as a sort of high-class entertainment. Ryoko, on the other, hand looked more like she would perform for singles at a club downtown. But damn, did she wear it well. Her hair was slicked back, but still messy as always. It almost seemed to sparkle in the air, like she’d put some glitter in it.

For her outfit, she went the opposite route of Ayeka. While Ayeka’s was loose and breezy, Ryoko’s was tight and hot. Leather compared to lace, with tight hot pants over her chubby butt cheeks, and an impossibly-tight corset that made her immense breasts push out even higher than normal. It also helped thin her waist to an incredible degree, to the point he wondered how she was still standing with the hourglass figure she had. She was even wearing boots that practically said ‘screw me’ on them, with a bit of a heel to make her tower over Ayeka. Her outfit was technically simpler than Ayeka’s, but she did just as much with less.

“You know what? I’ll be gracious this time, and let Princess go first. That way she has time to recover after she inevitably falls on her fat tits,” Ryoko said with a smirk.

“Oh, as if I would be able to find any sort of rhythm after you play the dreck you chose for your musical accompaniment,” Ayeka replied, pointing to the stereo nearby with an over-dramatic movement that caused five seconds of uninterrupted jiggle.

“Sure, we’ll say that’s the case,” Ryoko said. “We also don’t want Tenchi to pass out before both of us finish, and my dance will surely knock him out with pure sexiness.”

“I hardly would think so. He’ll likely fall asleep with how boring your dance becomes!”

“Girls, girls!” Tenchi called, raising up both hands. They turned towards him, angling their bodies in such a way that their breasts almost pushed into his palms. He swore he could feel the heat from their bosoms radiating off their smoking hot bodies. “Please, there’s no need to fight already. Can we just get this over with? Ayeka can go first, then Ryoko. I promise to stay as unbiased as I can.”

“Thank you,” Ayeka said kindly. She readied the song she was going to dance to, and stretched her arms above her head to make sure she was limber. “I’m ready to begin!”

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So, she’d tried pinching herself. Didn’t work. Then Washu pinched her. That didn’t work either, but at least it made her experience the best orgasm she’d ever had ever. That had been half an hour ago and Yumi still hadn’t quite recovered her breath. It felt like she’d run a marathon, but actually somehow Washu had made every single muscle in Yumi’s body do <i>something</i> that felt completely heavenly… At the expense of sooo much energy she just wanted to sleep for about a week.

“Well, I can’t say the people of your dimension have great stamina reserves,” Washu said. “Then again, I would need more samples to confirm that hypothesis.”

This couldn’t be real. It couldn’t be. It literally couldn’t be real. These were fictional characters that existed in a variety of media with an equally massive quantity of varying canon universes, none of which had Washu’s bust size being that big and none of which had Washu’s laboratory with a design that made it seem to double as a BDSM dungeon!

Through her orgasm-hazed mind, she’d tried to think of something other than the pleasure just for a little bit. A practical joke of some sort? Too elaborate, and besides which everything looked like it would in a cartoon, at least from the inside. The colours lacked the finer details you’d see in real life, the tiny specs you don’t really notice. And besides which, only a fictional character could make a person climax with a touch.

Yumi was a born skeptic. But she was also a fan of anime and manga. That meant inevitably she would have to reevaluate what she was experiencing, and go by what she was experiencing. Given that, she could only conclude two possible outcomes. Either she was:

1: Not really where she appeared to be, and was the victim of an elaborate, expensive practical joke.
2: Exactly where she appeared to be.

In the case of the first? She was in no danger at all. They’d have their fun at her expense, then let her go. Maybe get her to sign a release form so they can air it on television, because otherwise nobody would go to this much trouble. Pft! Like hell she’d sign something like that! Let ’em waste their money!

In the case of the second? She could potentially be in quite a lot of danger. This was a setting in which technology existed that seemed quite determined to prove once and for all that yes, it really could get advanced enough to seem utterly indistinguishable from magic. There were space pirates, mad scientists, killer robots, spaceship battles.

So with the mind of a skeptic, Yumi decided to rely on a heavily modified variation of Pascal’s Wager. However, rather than assuming the existence of God, here she was assuming the fact that her life might well be in a genuinely dangerous situation. Sure! It would make her look like a complete fool to whomever was setting this up. On the other hand, if it wasn’t fake? It might well save her damn fool life! Step one was convincing a super sexy super genius to let her out of this freaky floating bubble prison and then she could -

“All done!”

The bubble popped. Yumi collapsed to the surprisingly soft ground, and somehow bounced onto her feet completely unharmed. Huh. That was… Huh?

“That’s it?” she asked. “I mean, that’s it?! You’re just letting me go like that?”

“Mmm-hm!” Washu said with a slight nod, not even bothering to pay her any attention. “Complete cellular and molecular scan. There are some fascinating wave events going on in there that covers your story - You really are from some other universe - But there’s nothing else worth noting about you. Rating: Mostly harmless. I might even be able to return you home if you like.”

Right. Because Washu was Washu. Of course she’d do something like this so quickly, even if it was some sort of porn version of her that was sitting in a freaky alien massage chair that… That Yumi couldn’t bring herself to look at for more than a few seconds without feeling a little weird. Even so, she couldn’t quite help herself. Washu might be Washu, but Yumi was still Yumi.

“So, that’s it then?” she asked again. “Probe me, scan me, seal me in a bubble then drop me on my ass and then ‘off you go home!’ without even a ‘thank you’ or ‘sorry’? How wonderfully anticlimactic -”

And there was another point, now that she stopped to think about it, in either scenario that simply didn’t make any kind of sense. If this was real, she’d expect something to go horribly wrong before she went home. If it was a joke - Same deal. There was a reason most theme park attractions with a story can have the phrase “something goes wrong” in the summary somewhere and for a setting like Tenchi Muyo that sure as hell was also -

Cue the alarm. Oh, good! Washu was already tapping away at her freaky computer that apparently manifested in mid-air whenever she made a tapping at the keyboard motion, and the monitor flashed into life to show a certain clumsy ditz of a space-cop looking at a broken jar.

Broken jar… Why did that ring a bell? She couldn’t think of anything in any of the anime or manga that had anything to do with a broken jar.

“Hpmh. Sorry, miss ungrateful! But you’re going to have to wait,” Washu said. “I know secrets of the cosmos that would blow your tiny human mind. I know the shape of galaxies, how to pinpoint an atom’s location and velocity simultaneously and I even know God’s phone number. The one thing I’ve never worked out is how the hell she keeps breaking into my laboratory!”

“What exactly did she break?”

“Oh, nothing much. Just an old experiment, nothing harmful. I used to call it the -”

“The Friendly Helper,” Yumi said, and all of a sudden her face had turned white and her eyes felt like they were as big as Washu’s. “But… That’s from a doujinshi, that never happened in the -”

She was interrupted by a loud “clang” noise. Yumi swallowed just a little bit nervously. The Friendly Helper was a rather unique doujinshi, in that it actually went past more than one part. You could almost call it one of her favourite erotic series, especially the first part where it ran rampant in Washu’s laboratory after Mihoshi let it loose. Her only concern was what would happen shortly after that, when it broke out of the laboratory in part two.