Sketches of Tenchi 4: Tentative Explorations
A Tenchi Muyo! OAV fanfic
by HKMiller
23 March 2000; tweaks 20 June 2000
Featuring characters created by Hiroki Hayashi and Masaki
Kajishima, also copyright AiC and Pioneer.
The forecaster predicts tart lime, alternating with slight
doses of romance and plot advancement.
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Tenchi's household finished up breakfast. Aeka, sitting adjacent
to Tenchi, daintily touched her napkin to her lips.
"Now then, Tenchi-sama, let's go over your schedule for today."
"Who appointed _you_ his secretary?"
"Tenchi's scarce time must be allocated very carefully,
Ryouko-san. And who better to do that then Tenchi's favorite?"
Aeka indicated a holographic schedule, suddenly hovering in front
of Tenchi's face. A small laser pen allowed Aeka to point to each
item in turn.
"First, you and Kiyone-san perform her people's Ceremony of
Penetration, with the rest of us as witnesses."
"WHAT? I haven't heard anything about that!"
"Oh, Tenchi, don't worry about it. No big deal."
"Pe-pe-pe-penetration? No big deal?" Tenchi started to look a
bit panicked.
Washuu snickered. Sasami scratched her head, looking at Tenchi.
Kiyone smiled at Tenchi. "Really, Tenchi, my people do this all
the time. Don't worry about it."
Mihoshi waved a hand at Tenchi. "Kiyone was telling me last night
she's already done it at least a dozen times, so don't worry."
"Tenchi-sama, rituals such as this one are very important on
Kiyone-san's home world. The two of you must undergo it before
her people will even consider permitting her to be married to
you." Aeka looked at Tenchi, puzzled at his behavior. Washuu
snickered again.
"Anyway, to continue: the rest of the morning, as you requested,
is free for carrot farming. Following lunch, you are scheduled
for a training session with Washuu, and then today's romantic
walk in the woods is with Sasami."
Tenchi looked around the table, nervous. A slight sheen appeared
on his brow.
"Where shall the ceremony be performed, Kiyone-san?"
"I was thinking outdoors, on the lawn over by the woods.
Washuu-san, do you have the imstruments?"
"Everything's all set up, Kiyone-dono. Comfortable cushions and
futons, and I've even prepared popcorn!"
"The Ceremony of Penetration doesn't take that long, Washuu-sama."
"You never know," Washuu remarked, with a sidelong glance at
Tenchi. "Maybe Tenchi-dono'll take a while to produce."
Tenchi managed to look both indignant and embarrassed,
simultaneously. Everyone else gave Washuu a brief puzzled look.
Sasami hummed and skipped along with everyone else as they
proceeded towards the woods. "Oh, boy, this'll be the first
time I've ever witnessed one of these ceremonies."
Tenchi's nervousness grew. "Umm, Aeka, is it really appropriate
for Sasami to watch something like this?"
"Of course it is, Tenchi-sama. Are young girls on your world
really that sheltered?"
Behind Tenchi, Washuu almost fell over in silent laughter.
At the woods, Kiyone took Tenchi's hands and stood him with his
left side facing the woods. She bowed to him, bowed to the other
girls, then checked her 3-D watch. Sighting up forty-five
degrees from the horizon and facing thirty degrees east of north,
Kiyone clapped her hands together three times, then bowed her
head slightly in the direction of her home star.
"Holy Mother Kiritani, giver of light and life, bless this
endeavor before us today. May the seeds of the future be fully
revealed in what we learn of each other today."
More sweat appeared on Tenchi's brow.
"Now, then, Tenchi. Roll up your sleeve." Turning back towards
Tenchi, Kiyone held out a hand towards Washuu. Washuu placed a
hypodermic needle in it.
"I thought it would be nice to use this replica of your Earth
equipment for the Ceremony. Now clench your fist and hold still.
The needle needs to penetrate your skin cleanly on the first try."
Kiyone inserted the needle in Tenchi's skin and withdrew a blood
sample, then took another from herself. Washuu produced another
instrument, into which Kiyone inserted the two samples. After
pushing a few buttons, Kiyone turned to the witnesses and bowed.
"Please come forward and verify the results for yourselves:
Tenchi's blood and mine are fully compatible for purposes of
producing children. Holy Mother Kiritani has spoken; the Ceremony
of Penetration is complete."
Tenchi slowly toppled face-first onto the futon.
- - - - - - - - - -
While Tenchi was out farming, the prospective brides-to-be
discussed other matters.
"Ryouko-san, please remember to be on your best behavior tomorrow
when the selected Daughters of the Nobility arrive."
"Yeh, yeh, _Princess_, I got it the first time you said it. You
don't need to repeat it every day till they get here. Which rooms
are they sleeping in, anyway?"
"I am just making certain. I have never viewed diplomacy as one
of your strong points." Aeka permitted herself a small smile.
"Sasami, do you have the room assignments and chore rotations?"
Sasami produced two sheets of paper.
"I still think we should be planning to scare them off," Ryouko
grumbled. "I could do it, easily."
"There would be unfortunate political repercussions to that."
"No, Ryouko-oneesan, you mustn't! Two of them are younger than I
am, and one is the great-great-great-granddaughter of my best
friend!"
"And besides," said Washuu, "I've got a better plan!"
- - - - - - - - - -
Out in the carrot fields, Tenchi was pausing to wipe away the
sweat on his brow, leaning on his hoe, when he had a sudden fit
of vertigo. Abruptly, his arms and legs started to fold in on his
body. "Huh? What's happening?"
Tenchi felt odd, as if part of him was moving in a direction he'd
never noticed before. Odd tugs plucked at portions of his
intestines. Finally, his body doubled over on itself and, with a
small pop, imploded and vanished.
"I greet you, husband-to-be."
Tenchi found himself floating in mid-... something..., facing a
shape his mind had trouble grasping. From the voice, he knew it
to be Tokimi. With practice, he found that if he concentrated
hard on ignoring the surplus dimensions, he could recognize the
woman... entity... whatever... he'd met briefly before.
"I have brought you here that I might observe and admire your
Light-Hawk Sword."
"Geez; did you have to drag me away from my private time for
that?"
Tenchi dismissed the feelings in his arms and legs as they assumed
positions, and even directions, relative to the rest of him, which
nature never intended. He concentrated on making a Light Hawk
Wing appear in front of him, and changing it into a sword.
"Not that one. Your _other_ Light Hawk Sword." Tokimi pointed.
Tenchi looked down. He blushed. Three-dimensional clothes did
not, it appeared, adequately cover a body occupying more than
three dimensions.
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After lunch, Tenchi found himself hanging around in Washuu's lab.
Oddly enough, Mihoshi was tied up nearby. Neither was really
dressed for the occasion.
Washuu, for once, was wearing her professor's outfit rather than a
nurse's uniform. Not bothering to hide the glee on her face, she
tapped her pointer on her podium, then started her lesson.
"Umm, Washuu-chan, a simple lecture would be okay... I don't
really need any demonstrations."
Washuu pouted. "You take the fun out of everything. Anyway,
Tenchi, we'll start with the physical basics. We can discuss
_cultural_ differences later."
Tenchi frowned. "I had sex education in school, Washuu-chan."
"True, but that was for EARTH females."
Tenchi's jaw dropped. (Uh-oh...)
"We'll start with the bubblehead's metabolism. I think you're
already familiar with the way she eats and eats and doesn't gain
weight."
"Right." Tenchi smiled and scratched his head. "I've never
understood that."
"The results of a eugenics program her people conducted about
1500 years ago; she just processes food more efficiently than
Earth metabolisms. But that is just one example. Now we're
getting to the _real_ goodies." Washuu snickered.
"Now, Tenchi-dono, this chart shows the frequency of erogenous
zone nerve endings in different parts of her body. Note the
differences from the Earth or Jurai human norm you're used to."
Tenchi struggled to understand the chart. Mihoshi turned her
head and leaned forward. Tenchi's eyes flickered over to Mihoshi
and had trouble leaving again.
Washuu walked over to Mihoshi holding her pointer. The tip came
to rest on Mihoshi's... thoracic area.
"Another observation of Mihoshi you may have made is that she
doesn't sag. There is a good reason for this."
A side x-ray diagram of Mihoshi's chest appeared out of nowhere.
"Note the large cavity areas approximately where the milk glands
would be in human females. These are filled with a pressurized,
lighter-than-air gaseous solution which provides the additional
bouyancy you have noticed. It's also fairly nutritious; you
might want to try some one of these days."
The x-ray diagram disappeared.
"Like Earth or Juraian women, Mihoshi's receptivity to impregnation
is enhanced by direct manual stimulation, applied to these
surfaces here." The tip of Washuu's pointer traced a lazy circle.
"You will note, however, that her response is rather more
pronounced."
Mihoshi, who had been looking around somewhat blankly a moment
before, now began to flush, wriggle, and breath much more heavily.
"This is because the erogenous nerve endings are densely clustered
in this area. On the other hand," Washuu moved the tip of the
pointer somewhat lower, "this area, which is also responsive in
people of Juraian extraction, including Earth people, is not at all
responsive in Mihoshi."
Washuu peered intently in Tenchi's direction. "Ah, paying
excellent attention, I see, Tenchi-dono. Very gallant of you."
Tenchi's blush nicely complimented his existing flush.
Mihoshi lost her flush. "Umm... Washuu-san? I have to go to the
bathroom, really bad." Manacles and cables began to disengage
themselves from Mihoshi for no apparent reason.
"Could you wait until I finish my lecture, bubblehead?" Washuu
muttered.
"Well, okay, I guess, but I'd really, really like it if you
hurried." Mihoshi stood on the floor unsteadily, thighs tightly
clasped together and hands clenched into fists, crossed at the
wrists. A succession of puckered expressions passed over
Mihoshi's face.
"Right. To summarize: Mihoshi will most enjoy direct stimulation
of these surfaces." Washuu's pointer tip drew small circles on
Mihoshi's chest. "Stimulating other areas has little effect.
Lubrication for purposes of insemination must be achieved by
stimulation of the first, not the second. That's all; you can go,
Bubblehead."
Mihoshi ran for the exit.
"Will you let me go too, Washuu-chan?"
Washuu cackled. "I still have that one sample I'd like to get
from you, Tenchi. And I see you're almost completely ready."
Tenchi groaned.
- - - - - - - - - -
In the floating onsen, Aeka and Ryouko sipped sake while they
soaked side by side.
"Ahh! This is the life! There's nothing better than a hot bath
with sake. Especially twice a day."
"I agree with you, Ryouko-san. I think it just does wonders for
my complexion."
"There's only one thing missing: Tenchi."
"Hmmm, yes," Aeka laughed, slightly embarrassed, "that would be
nice if he were here now..." Aeka absently moved her left hand
down her thigh in a caress.
"Well, your daddy finally approved the list last night, right?
Nothing to stop you and Tenchi from doing the horizonal tango."
"That's true, isn't it..." Aeka trailed off as she clutched her
hands together under her chin, gazing starry-eyed into space.
"...but, since _I'm_ Tenchi's favorite, it might be a while before
he gets around to you."
"How could Tenchi-sama ever favor a mummy like yourself over
someone with my silken skin?"
"Says the flat-chested Princess. Actually, I'm worried about
everyone else getting to Tenchi first. With the list approved,
this could easily turn into a free-for-all race."
"That's true... So what do you suggest?"
"Kiyone doesn't care and Sasami's too young. We just have to
beat Mihoshi and Washuu to the prize. If the two of us team up,
we can beat them easily. Tonight in Tenchi's room we'll..."
- - - - - - - - - -
Tenchi walked through the woods holding hands with Sasami,
pointing at the occasional butterfly or flower and talking.
"What else would you like to do, Sasami?"
"How about a kiss?"
"A kiss?" Tenchi looked startled for a moment. Thinking it
over, he agreed. He picked up Sasami bodily, hugging her so
that her face was close to his own. Sasami was blushing, he
noted. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek, then pressed
his lips to hers and held them there for a few moments,
carefully keeping his lips together.
Finally he gently put Sasami down, then sat down on a nearby
log. Sasami cuddled up next to him and threw her arms around
him. Burying her face in his chest, she spoke, her voice
muffled by his shirt.
"Tenchi-niichan... Tenchi. I love you."
"I love you too, Sasami." He patted her head.
Soon a gentle snore could be heard from Sasami. Tenchi
gently laid her head down on his lap and waited. A few
moments later, Tsunami appeared in front of him.
"Hello, Tenchi my love." Placing her ghostly hands on either
side of his head, she leaned over and kissed him.
"Hello, Tsunami. How long can you stay?"
Tsunami laughed gently. "Why so impatient, my Tenchi? The
two of us will have all eternity together."
Tenchi raised an eyebrow at what, from anyone else, he might
have taken for hyperbole.
Tsunami sat her ghostly body down sideways on Tenchi's lap,
occupying the same space as Sasami's sleeping head, and
placed her forearms on his shoulders. Tenchi felt a slight
sensation on the back of his neck. He raised his right hand
and gently stroked Tsunami's cheek, even while he stroked
Sasami's hair with his left.
"This feels funny; two women at once, but it's really just
you."
"Enjoy it while you can, Tenchi. Soon enough, there will
just be one of me." Tsunami chuckled. "Though, if you
miss it, there's always Ryouko."
"Tsunami... how can someone like you fall in love with an
ordinary Earth boy like me?" Tenchi looked up at Tsunami
a bit timidly.
Tsunami leaned forward to touch noses with Tenchi, smiling
impishly. "You're not so very ordinary, Tenchi, not at all.
It's no accident my sisters and I are with you. You have...
very special gifts."
- - - - - - - - - -
"Ryouko-san, would you mind handing me that soap?" Aeka asked,
pointing.
The late afternoon light was bright enough, but shaded by the
glass dome, as Aeka and Ryouka kneeled next to each other in the
washing-up area, scrubbing themselves. To the side, Kiyone and
Mihoshi were similarly occupied.
"Sure," Ryouko said as she handed the soap to Aeka. Just at the
point of exchange, the soap slipped out between their two hands
and skitted away across the floor.
"I'll get it..." they said simultaneously, standing and reaching
for the soap. Kiyone, who had just finished, stood, turned away,
and took one step. Her foot came down on the soap. The soap
flipped up into the air, landing squarely in Mihoshi's hand.
Kiyone landed flat on her back, slightly stunned, head just
behind Mihoshi.
Meanwhile, Ryouko and Aeka collided while reaching for the soap,
then both slipped and fell forward. Aeka grabbed for the only
available support: Ryouko. The two ended up face-to-face and
chest-to-chest on the floor, Aeka with her arms around Ryouko
and breathing hard from panic.
"My, my, Princess, I didn't know you cared," Ryouko commented
with a smirk.
Mihoshi, meanwhile, overbalanced herself on her stool while
attempting to hand the soap back to Kiyone without looking.
Windmilling her arms proved to be of no help. She slid
backwards off her stool, and found herself in a straddling
position, sitting on something else.
"Kiyone? Why are you lying on the floor? And where did your head go?"
"MMMMPH! MMPH-MMPH! GT-FF-MM-FAASH, MMHHSHIII!
Just then the door slid open and Tenchi walked in. He stopped
dead in his tracks, staring at four of his fiancees entangled with
each other on the floor, then covered his eyes and groaned.
"I don't want to know. I don't want to know."
THE END (for now).
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