He shook his head. "Didn't."

"Don't move your head. Were they fighting and you got in the way?"

"No. They didn't see me." He groaned miserably and uncovered one eye to look up at her. "They were...together."

"And they weren't fighting?"

"No." He shuddered, looking at her meaningfully. "They were together."

"Huh? Ooh, I get it now." She discarded the bloody cloth in favor of a damp one and started cleaning his face. "So you finally caught them at it, huh?" He goggled at her, and she chuckled. "Yes, I knew; I know everything that goes on in this house." She chucked the cloth into thin air and folded her arms. "So?"

He choked. "They're both...girls! I mean, I've heard that it's done, but how can they, you know, ‘do it’?"

"If you'd watched them longer, you'd know." He blushed deep red, and she gave him a knowing look. "Ah, so you wanted to and were afraid to get caught."

Tenchi sat up and fidgeted, looking at his hands. "I don't know what I wanted--except that I didn't want them after seeing...that."

"That's understandable." The comment jerked his head up in surprise, and she laughed, patting his shoulder. "They crawl all over you and fight over you like crazy, and then you find them fucking each other's brains out? You're right, it's sick." Washu got an idea. "But as for the technique...I think we can fill in that gap in your knowledge. Stay right here."

She bounced off, and returned moments later dragging a cart with a TV and VCR on it. "We're going to watch a movie?" he asked nervously.

"Not just any movie." She popped in a tape and sat down next to him on the couch. "I've been saving this for blackmail...but maybe this is a better use for it. Just watch, and I'll answer your questions as we go, okay?"

"O…kay." The screen lit up and showed the inside of Ayeka's bedroom. Ayeka walked in, followed by Ryoko...and they fell into each other's arms, kissing passionately. "WHAT!?"

"It's been going on for months," Washu told him, watching the two girls frantically undress each other. "I have an entire taped collection of it."

Tenchi's eyes were glued to the screen. "Why?"

"Oh, blackmail. Haven't needed to use it yet." Ryoko had pushed Ayeka down on the bed and was covering her chest with kisses. "Your father would love to get his hands on these."

"Yeah." Ayeka was pushing Ryoko's head lower; the other girl stopped between her legs, gripping her hips. "That's it? They're not having..."

"Oh yes they are." Washu looked at him curiously. "It amazes me that you've stayed so innocent with two dirty old men in the house. Did you think that sex was just..." His wide eyes answered her question. "Oh boy," she sighed. "We may have to try something else." She thought for a minute, then looked him over. "This is exciting you, right?"

Tenchi clapped his hands over his pants and blushed again. "Washu!"

"It's nothing to be ashamed of--that's a normal physical reaction to this type of stimuli. But I don't think that's the one we should start with. Just hold still for a minute." He froze, and she typed in the air for a minute. "Okay, my turn." She stood up and he blinked; Washu was his age, maybe a little younger. "Better?"

"Yeah." Little Washu was...a kid, like Sasami, and Big Washu scared him. But this version..."Is this what you really looked like? When you were my age?" She nodded, and he smiled. "I like it. You're cute."

Washu blushed. "Thank you," she said, sitting back down. "Now just watch the video."

Tenchi obediently went back to watching Ayeka and Ryoko; when he saw what they were doing, his nipples hardened almost painfully and there was a funny tingling sensation in his..."What the...WHAT HAPPENED TO MY...!?"

"It's okay; it's only temporary." Washu moved in close and brushed a casual hand across his chest. Tenchi gasped at the sensation. "I thought the best teacher might be experience," she told him seriously. She paused the tape. "Go on, stand up and take a look at yourself; it's still your body, I just changed its gender."

He stood up slowly, looking. "Temporary?" She nodded emphatically. "Well...I guess it's okay then. What now?"

She unpaused the tape and hit FF. "I don't like this one much; they were in a hurry. Okay, here." Ryoko was slowly, sensually undressing Ayeka one layer at a time. "Better." Washu reached out and began opening Tenchi's jacket. "No, don't watch me. Watch them and just experience it."

Nervously, he did. Washu removed his shirt and jacket and slowly ran her hands down his body; when she reached his pants, she lowered him onto his back on the couch and removed them too. Her hands began stroking his skin again and then he felt her mouth join them, covering his chest with tiny, tingling kisses while her hands massaged his thighs. Her lips found one erect nipple and suckled it gently before moving on to the other; her hands began massaging his breasts, and her body pressed against the length of his. The tiny kisses began again, this time trailing down his abdomen and over his thighs. He moaned. "Oh, Tenchi," she said softly. "This is just the beginning." Her head dipped between his legs, her hands spreading him open ever so gently, and he cried out as her warm tongue began to stroke parts of the new body that he didn't have names for. The tongue went lower...and then slipped inside before moving back up; first one finger, then two, took the tongue's place and began moving in a rhythm that his body couldn't help but echo.

Then her mouth fastened on...something and suckled it, nibbling lightly, and he felt his entire body explode with pleasure. And again. And again. "WASHU!"

She slid back up his body and looked down into his face. "Yes?"

"Is it...supposed to...feel like this?"

She laughed and kissed him deeply. "Yes," she said. "That's how women have an orgasm--over and over again, like little waves. Do you like it?"

"Oh YES!" He looked up into her eyes, and she was surprised to see a glint of mischief. She suddenly found herself on her back. "Isn't it your turn now?" He didn't wait, but started raining kisses across her body while his hands explored her skin. It wasn't long before she was moaning her pleasure while his tongue explored her nether regions...but then he stopped. She opened her eyes and saw him sitting on top of her; his hands reached down to caress her chest. "Change me back," he said softly. She couldn't have said no if she'd wanted to, and when he gently thrust himself into her body she cried out with pleasure.  His body pressed against hers as he continued the rhythm she had started and increased it, then covered her mouth with a burning kiss as they both found release. He held her close, stroking her hair. "Now I understand."

"I think...we both do," Washu said. Her face was suddenly troubled. "Tenchi, I..."

"I know you weren't trying to trick me," he soothed. "But I do have one question."

She cocked an eyebrow at him. "And that is?"

Tenchi blushed. "Can we...do it again, sometime?"

Washu grinned. "Of course! But...which way?"

His blush deepened. "Um, these two were good, but...how many are there?"

Washu threw back her head and laughed; after a moment, Tenchi joined her.

Two weeks later…

Tenchi was painfully making his way down the front stairs, heading for the lab --Gotta see if Washu has some ointment or something-- when Ryoko materialized behind him and grabbed his crotch. Tenchi screamed, shoving her hand away. "Don't do that!"

She put her hands on her hips. "What's the matter, caught it in your zipper or something?"

"Um...yeah, something like that." He ducked the chuckling woman and got into the lab without anybody else seeing him. Washu was working at her console; he put his arms around her and kissed the back of her neck. Washu smiled. "I heard. Ointment's by the bed."

He walked over to the bed, but instead of picking up the tube of ointment he grabbed an odd-looking contraption and scowled at it. "What planet did we find this on again?"

"This one," she snorted. "Los Angeles."

"Figures." He pitched it into subspace and went about treating his 'injury'. "Remind me never to go there for a visit. 'City of Angels' my ass; I bet the Overfiend built the place."

"Did someone say 'Overfiend'?" Washu was suddenly replaced by a rampaging tentacled monster that slowly stalked over to the bed. Tenchi fell over laughing, and the Overfiend planted two dripping phallus-tipped tentacles on its hips and shook a third one at him. "Hey, if you don't act scared it's no fun."

"Oh, sorry." He screamed unconvincingly and the monster nodded. "Better...but not good enough. Here, let me help you..."

Tenchi's next scream was much more convincing.

One month after that…

"Washu, wake up!"

Washu rolled over and looked up into her lover's smiling face. "Hmm? What time is it?"

"Early." He kissed her, running his fingers through her hair. "Come on, get up and get dressed; I'm taking you somewhere today."

She smiled lazily. "You took me somewhere last night, remember?"

Tenchi chuckled. "Not like that, silly." He started to tickle her and she squealed, wrapping herself up in the sheet for protection. "It's my class picnic today, and I want you to come with me; I told everyone that my girlfriend goes to another school, so you'll have to wear a uniform." Her eyes glittered and he shook his head. "A school uniform, Washu."

"You're no fun," she pouted. She climbed out of the bed, abandoning the sheet, and walked toward the bath bubble entrance. "I do have time to get cleaned up, right?" He nodded, appreciating the view. "Okay, give me fifteen minutes."

She was back in ten, dressed in a green and yellow fuku, her long red hair tamed into a ponytail. Tenchi gaped at her. "You like it?" she asked playfully, twirling around. "I thought the Academy of Science colors would be appropriate."

"I'll be the envy of every guy in school." He shook himself. "Let's go pack our lunch; I made sure that no one would be up." She raised a questioning eyebrow and he grinned. "I left a sake bottle out last night; they're all dead to the world. And Sasami is watching some cartoon." He offered her his arm. "Shall we?"

"We shall," she giggled, slipping her arm through his.

And finally…

 
Tenchi was busy eating his breakfast on morning a few days after the picnic when he heard a collective gasp go up from everyone else in the kitchen. He turned around to see Washu, still in her teenager form, standing behind him with a worried expression on her face. "Um, Tenchi...we may have a problem." She leaned over and whispered something in his ear.

Tenchi facefaulted. "WHAT! Really?!" She nodded and he jumped up, grabbing her and swinging her around with a whoop of joy. "That's great! Oh wait, I shouldn't..." He put her down carefully, as though she might break.

Washu looked like she might faint. "You...you're happy about it?"

"Of course! Why wouldn't I be?" He gave her a lingering kiss to dispel her doubt, then took her hand and started pulling her out of the room. "Come on, we've got to make plans..."

"Tenchi!"

He stopped. "Oh, you're right!" He smacked his forehead in exasperation. "I'm not thinking, sorry Washu. First things first." He pulled her into his arms, looking lovingly down into her face. One hand caressed her cheek. "Marry me?" he asked softly. "I should have asked you sooner..."

"Oh, Tenchi!" The second kiss took longer than the first, and would have moved on from there if someone hadn't cleared her throat. They both turned their heads and saw Ayeka and Ryoko glaring at them in shocked surprise. "Uh, I think our secret's out."

"I think you're right." Tenchi removed his hand from the place it most wanted to be and rubbed the back of his head with a nervous laugh. "Ryoko...Ayeka...I bet you're wondering what's going on, huh?" Two nods. "Uh, well, Washu and I were just...leaving!"

They almost made it; but Ryoko appeared blocking their path just as they reached the closet door. "I don't think so," she said, shaking her head. She had a fireball in each hand.

They spun around; Ayeka was behind them, logs at the ready. "Going somewhere, Lord Tenchi?"

"Um...apparently not." He did his best to interpose himself between the two angry women and Washu. "Let her go; I'll stay and talk."

"Oh, we wouldn't dream of separating the two of you," Ayeka purred, commanding the logs to circle the two of them. "Your new form is... interesting, Miss Washu."

"Yeah, 'Mom'," Ryoko growled. "Now why don't you get rid of it?" She lifted one hand, preparing to throw.

"I can't! I'm..."

The logs crackled; Tenchi threw himself over Washu and absorbed the shock with gritted teeth. "Oh, how sweet," Ayeka said insincerely. "Of course you can, Miss Washu; you're the greatest scientific genius in the Universe, remember? But if you need more incentive..."

Another crackle, slightly louder this time, and he muffled a cry of pain in her hair. "Stop it Ayeka! Ryoko, make her stop! She's hurting him!"

"Hmm? You know, you sound an awful lot like someone I know, but I don't recognize you...what about you, Ayeka? Do you know this woman?"

"No, I've never seen her before in my life. We'd better get Lord Tenchi away from her...for his own good."

CRACKLE.   Tenchi shrieked in spite of himself. "If she hits me again..." he whispered to Washu.

"She won't." Washu was angry now. She wrapped one arm around his waist and tapped on nothing with her free hand. The next crackle reflected back on the logs and blew them apart. Ryoko barely dodged her own fireball, leaving the closet door unprotected, and Washu and Tenchi were in the doorway in an instant. He was leaning heavily on her, and she glared at the two girls. "I should send you to hell," she hissed. "I should turn you into something unnatural and leave you that way...but I won't, because my husband wouldn't like it. But if you threaten him or our baby again...you'll wish you'd never been born."

The door slammed closed, blue light flaring briefly in the round window. Ryoko looked at Ayeka. "Should we..."

The princess shook her head. "I...don't think we should." She looked back at Ryoko. "Baby?! What baby?"

Washu helped Tenchi over to their bed and he threw himself down on it with a groan. "Ouch."

"Poor baby." Washu snuggled up next to him, and he put his arm around her. "I can make you feel better," she offered mischeviously.

He grinned. "I'm sure that would make us both feel better...but that last jolt really took it out of me. I'd rather just cuddle. Okay?"

"Fine with me." She laid her head on his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heart.

Tenchi smiled, enjoying the tickle of her hair against his skin, and then realized he was naked. He ran his hand along her back and realized that she was, too. "Sneak," he murmured.

"We'll be more comfortable this way." He nodded sleepily, and she snuggled closer, listening as his breathing evened out. "Sleep well, Tenchi my love." As soon as she was certain he was sleeping soundly, she climbed out of the bed and padded over to her control console.