Tenchi Muyo Fan Fiction ❯ Needful Things ❯ Omake: That's gonna take therapy. ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

That's gonna take therapy.



Ryoko chuckled evilly to herself as she climbed the stairs
to Tenchi's bedroom. She was really starting to like this
arrangement, because when one tired out, the other was ready to
go.

The last she had saw that day, the two had snuck off to his
bedroom with the promise of preparing a surprise for her.

Ryoko _liked_ surprises.

Carefully, she eased up to the door and rapped on it twice,
sharply.

The door was immediately jerked open and strong hands
pulled her into the dark.

Ryoko barely had time to squeak in dismay as she was
dragged in, but had plenty of time for slower noises as those
same hands started wandering naughtily all over her body. She
moaned as the strong, slender hands massaged and teased her
breasts, forcefully backing her up to the wall beside the door.

Ryoko sensed rather than saw the figure drop to its knees
and tug at her clothing. Her own hands helped the silent figure
unwrap the obi, and their fingers intertwined as they dove
beneath the band of Ryoko's panties.

Soon Ryoko was rocking in ecstacy, the forceful probings of
her partner and the wall behind her the only things holding her
upright. Her knees were jelly under this person's careful
ministrations, and she sagged under her own weight, sliding down
the wall and incidently flipping the light switch that had been
digging into her back. The room was suddenly flooded with light,
and Ryoko blinked down at the face of her dark lover.

Richard Nixon's pasty white face stared blankly back.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed Ryoko, walls no
obtacle in her newfound desire to be _away_.

One hand came up and raised the mask, revealing Ayeka's
stunned face as she examined the little pile of clothes Ryoko had
inadvertantly left behind when she went insubstantial. "Ryoko?
Tenchi, what's gotten into her?"

Tenchi, tied up and gagged on the bed, of course said
nothing. His eyes had also been shut tight since the first
moment he saw the mask.

"Oh, well," Ayeka sighed in resignation. "I'd best go get
her." She ran out after the pirate.


Downstairs, Nobuyuki and Katsuhito were enjoying a quiet
game of afterdinner chess in the living room. Nobuyuki was just
about to say 'check' when-

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed Ryoko as she ran through
naked.

"Ryoko! Come back! I thought we were supposed to be
exploring our sensuality together, dammit!" called Richard Nixon
as he ran through a second later.

"..." said Katsuhito.

"..." said Nobuyuki.

"...was it just me, or did Richard Nixon just run through
here wanting to explore his sexuality with Ryoko?"

"Yeah..."

Katsuhito frowned. "I was hoping it was just me."

Nobuyuki tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Looked a little
like Ayeka, too." Abruptly, he snapped his fingers. "I get it!
Ayeka found my old Nixon mask! I havn't used that thing in
_years_!" He chuckled in relief. "Ayeka makes Richard Nixon
look _good_."

Katsuhito turned and politely retched. Some things you
didn't want to know about your son-in-law. Or your daughter.

Or even your grandson's girlfriends.