Story: Love Hina WP

"More tea, Mister Urashima?"

Well, that was jarring. One minute he's gearing up to try and stop Mebot from taking over the world, the next she's serving him tea in the middle of Hinata House's living room. It felt like things had changed again out of nowhere, just like before with Naru.

"Um, no thanks. I'm not in the mood for tea right now," Keitaro said. He couldn't shake it. The idea that she'd done... <i>something</i> to the tea in an attempt to further her plans for world domination. Even though his memories were telling him that Mebot would do literally anything Shinobu told her to do. Which included 'not taking over the world'.

"Yo-ho! Mister Urashima!" Mebot curtseyed, and smiled in a very Suu-esque way. "In that case shall I show you the tea-moodinator?

"N-No, that really isn't necessary!" he said, waving his arms around frantically. Mebot produced what looked like a big nasty sci-fi laser... with a tea scoop attached to the very end. Somehow that ridiculous attachment made it seem <i>more</i> frightening rather than less.

Luckily, Motoko was right there, stepping in between him and the device. "As Master Urashima's personal gi- maid, I must insist that you do not use any of your ridiculous devices on him."

"Oh, this isn't my device," Mebot said, lining it up and taking aim at Motoko. "It's the original Suu's. She is in her room at this very moment perfecting a more efficient version."

"Knowing Suu, what that actually means is 'build a machine the same size, but with a bigger splash radius.' Right?" Naomi asked, walking into the room carrying an old word processor. She walked to the middle of the room and carefully, carefully, set it down on the table in the middle of the room.

Whereupon Kanako sprung out of nowhere to make a dive for it, only to find Motoko and Naomi were already in her way. Not that this deterred her. Not in the slightest. She weaved around them like water around rocks in a stream, fingers lunging for the keys. Naomi tried kicking the table, but Kanako's leg somehow managed to get in the way. The girl then started laughing in a kind of creepy unsettling way while her fingers began to move -

"Oh my goodness, what is this device meant to be?"

Only for Mutsumi to pick it up and hold it above her head while studying it carefully.

"Why does it say Keitaro's name on the bottom line of this screen?" Mutsumi asked.

"Ahem!" Naomi coughed. "This machine is the cause of our recent difficulties." Motoko nodded. The rest of them stared at her in silence until Kitsune raised her hand.

"Isn't the cause of our recent difficulties a heaping does of steadily increasing amounts of unresolved sexual tension?" she asked. "In which case, I move we finish this meeting in the nude."

Had a good thing going there Mitsune, but you had to ruin it by being your usual teasing - wait, she actually was taking off her shorts! Keitaro made a point of looking away, but somehow this resulted in him tumbling over right into Naomi's butt while hanging onto her waist.

So let's step back a bit and take a look at what this scene looks like right now from Mebot's perspective: Keitaro's face was pressed firmly into Naomi's ass, while his legs were kicking out in a futile attempt to free himself. Naomi herself was flitting between very obvious arousal and anger. Meanwhile, Motoko was trying to keep Mitsune from taking her clothes off and Mutsumi was holding the word processor up over her head while Kanako was trying desperately to jump up and grab it from her. Much to the ditzy girl's amusement.

Ridiculous enough for you? Good, then let's get down to business. Namely, Naomi's frustration winning out over her perverse sexual lust, resulting in her slamming her fist down upon Keitaro's stupid head and pulling the conversation back towards what she wanted to talk about in the first damned place.

"Anyway! That word processor somehow twists around reality, making anything that's typed on it reality. Clearly, such a thing is too dangerous to be left around unchecked - Mutsumi! Don't type in it!"

"Eh? But I want to see it rewrite reality..." Mutsumi said, her fingers continuing to dance on the keys while Kanako was trying to climb her body like a cat might climb a tree. "There. Keitaro will give Mutsumi nice juicy watermelons."

Suddenly, Keitaro stood bolt upright and was holding a pair of watermelons, one in each hand. He found himself compelled to walk across and hand them over to Mutsumi. "Ah, here. I meant to give you these sooner..." he said, then frowned. "Hold on, how long have I had these for...?"

"You've had them since you entered the room, idiot," Naomi huffed. "I was wondering what that was all about, it was for her was it?"

Actually, no. No, he hadn't. His own memory was telling him that he originally hadn't any watermelons until right this second. When Mutsumi had hit the enter key on the processor, he suddenly had them as well as a new set of memories telling him that he had them. Ah, but that little matter didn't seem so important all of a sudden. Not when Kanako was puffing out her cheeks and staring a hole right through him.

"Is something wrong, Kanako?"

"Give me fruit too," she sniffed. "I want Keitaro to give me fruit! Melons, cherries, I'll settle for persimmons!"

"I'm sorry Kanako," Keitaro said, patting her on the head. "I'm afraid I don't have any fruit. Huh. She seems to have fainted. I wonder why?"

This was where Naomi twisted his ear and pulled him away. "In. The. Meantime. We need to discuss what we're going to do with this stupid thing before it causes any more - Mitsune! I see you trying to type something as well!"

"What?" Mitsune said. "I was just gonna get Keitaro to give me a beer and some headpats."

"Headpats from Keitaro..." Motoko mumbled darkly under her breath. "Headpats from Master Urashima..."

This conversation was getting nowhere, and it was getting there at lightspeed. Though in the midst of it all, something did occur to Keitaro. He knew where Suu was. Mebot had mentioned earlier. But where was Shinobu in the midst of all of this?

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In the bedroom of a seemingly innocent young girl, a series of stripperbots were standing at attention. The owner of this bedroom was standing in front of them, wearing her own rendition of a military uniform. She strode along the line in front of them all, chewing on a lollipop. For this girl, despite her appearances, despite her public demeanour, was a sexy toy fanatic.

"I love the smell of stripperbots in the morning," Shinobu said.

"Du-Dummy," Tsunderbot said. "It's mid-afternoon!"

"I will love the smell of stripperbots in the morning," Shinobu corrected herself. She paced in front of them like a drill sergeant on inspection, then stopped in front of Witchbot. "You eyeballing me, slut?"

"Sir, no, sir!" Witchbot answered. "I was merely imagining what I'll do to that slut Kanako when I finally finish breaking her, sir!"

"Like I told Mebot, there will be no breaking of bitches under this roof, unless I say otherwise!" Shinobu said. Ooh, was this what it was like to be drunk on power? "So, here's how it's going to be from now on! I'm going out to get a glass of milk. By the time I return, I want all but one of you to be thoroughly and completely broken in bitches. Am I clear?"

"Sir, yes sir!"

Shinobu smirked and turned away, letting the toys play with one another. Kukuku! On the one hand something about this development felt, well, a little anticlimactic. On the other hand... she could easily tell that there was going to be more than one climax going on in there in the near future to make up for that.

1. Someone adds another command. / The situation degrades.
2. Kanako gets ahold of the computer.
3. They, with level-heads, figure out a solution to the World Processor situation.
4. The conversation shifts instead to what has already happened.
5  Something else