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"No Need For Masculinity: oops all porn"	By : Richard_Priapi Category: +S to Z > Tenchi Muyo Views: 722 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tenchi marched himself through the door to Washu’s lab. The day before, Washu had mentioned he would make a prety woman. The idea had unlocked a depth to thoughts he had been supressing for years. She was going to have to pay out the consequences for that.
“Washu! Washu? WASHU!”
The diminutive scienciest materialized from the darkness in a hoverchair, chin resting coquettishly on her palm, outstretched fingers framing her cheek.
“What is it, Tenchi, dear? Need the greatest scientific genius in the universe to help with your homework or something?”
He kept his head down, fighting to keep his breathing steady. She was the number one genius… if anyone could do it…why was it so hard to put in words a feeling that felt like it filled every cell of his body?
“You said I would make a good woman… can you do it?”
She blinked. Shadows curled across her face as she leaned forward in her chair, casting her grin in a wicked light.
“Well it just so happened I couldn’t get the idea out of my head either. I spent half the day coming up with a few neat little gadgets that might just help… if you’re sure.”
She looked like the devil offering apples. Tenchi had to fight back the urge to say a protective Shinto mantra. Instead, he took a deep breath, swallowed his doubt, and nodded.
“I’m sure.“
"So what’s the first step?”
Washu vanished behind a nearby machine, emerging in a retro nurse outfit, complete with pillbox hat and pleated skirt.
“Samples.” She leaned forward and blew a kiss as a frightening number and variety of small vials materialized from a drawer beside her. Tenchi gulped.
“Well what are you waiting for?” Washu cooed sweetly. “Strip.” The word reverberated with command.
Tenchi peeled off his shirt, shucked his shorts. Washu watched all with a more than scholarly interest, cocking her head this way or that observing the young buck, would-be-doe, disrobe.
“Oh, Tenchi… boxers?”
Tenchi bristled, nose crinkling in a pout that drew a snorting laugh from the mad scientist.
“Well, you can keep those on. For now,” Washu added, selecting a tool from her table. To Tenchi, it looked suspiciously like a miniature buzz saw.
“Oh, this?” Washu intoned innocently. “Just a little skin sample collector. It’s perfectly harmless.”
“Yeah? Then why don’t you use it on yourself?”
The mad genius tutted, aghast. “And contaminate my samples?” That would be bad science. Reconfiguring a common neurodiagnostic tool used by laymen as a sex toy to collect needlessly erotic skin samples? That was fun science.
“Hold out your arms, please.”
Tenchi obeyed hesitantly, arms raised in a t-shape. Washu tutted, taking hold of his fingers. Such slender things- he really would make a pretty girl.
“Like this.” She pulled his arms out in front, palms uplifted like he was waiting to catch a ball.
Tenchi shivered as the cold, thin prickles of the wheel rolled along his forearms; the shiver deepened as they continued up the inner lines of his arm. Washu grinned slyly.
“Hold still now, or I’ll have to restrain you. These are very delicate proceedings.”
Tenchi’s balanced shifted from leg to leg as she continued. Sometimes the wheel moved swiftly, each pin pressing deeply into the hardworking muscle along Tenchi’s chest and core, and he’d gasp. Other times they rolled slowly, delicately caressing the thin skin over his ribs, or over major blood vessels where the prickling of the sharp metal caused an animal corner of his mind to whimper in fear even as he squirmed, stiffening in the confines of his boxers.
“Are you sure this is necessary?” He was surprised at the breathy, high pitch of his complaint. So… girlish. A refreshing tingle rolled down his spine.
“Absolutely.”
The wheel worked its way over the hem of his boxers, up his throbbing erection- involuntarily he jerked his hips with a gasp, moved his hands to cover up.
“What did I say?” There was more than a gleam of mischief in Washu’s emerald eyes as her foot worked a hidden switch. Cold mechanical arms with soft-padded cuffs shot from the floor, catching Tenchi’s arms and raising them high over his head. If he stood on tiptoe, it was almost comfortable.
Washu stood on her floating chair, reaching for a tool behind Tenchi’s back.
“Onto saliva. Lick this.”
She presented him with a spongy, finger-sized apparatus with a slim wire tail. He extended his tongue gingery, only for her to push the tool over its top, into his mouth.
“There you go, there you go. Be sure to get in all the crannies.”
As he licked, it began to pulsate. A muffled groan accompanied the suspicion flashing in his eyes.
“It’s supposed to do that. Really! It helps get a fully saturated sample, helps filter out contamination from leftover food particles.”
The fact that her thighs were rubbing together, and the musky scent coming from between them belied her professionalism. Tenchi worked the device clumsily, like a fleshy popsicle, until Washu seemed satisfied and plucked it from his lips with a slimy pop.
“Time for the sperm sample. Would you prefer automated extraction…” Washu’s voice thrummed with hunger as she pulled on a thin pair of gloves. “Or manual?”
Tenchi swallowed a natural reaction by the grace of the gods alone.
“Automatic.”
Washu pouted and clapped her hands. A boxy robot rolled across the room at speed, arm fitted with a miniature version of the milking machines Tenchi had seen at a local arm.
“Manual! Manual!”
“I thought you’d come around. Now I need a nice, big sample. Can you do that for me?”
Tenchi turned scarlet to his ears, and struck dumb, nodded.
Washu hooked her fingers around the hem of Tenchi’s underwear and tugged them down to his ankles in one fell swoop. As his dick popped up to meet her, a bead of precum arced into space, catching a flash of the dim light as it sailed away. Tenchi’s cock wasn’t the largest thing Washu had seen, but it was diamond hard in a way she’d never encountered without scientific enhancement. She tentatively ran a finger along its length, marveling in how little it bent, but how sensitive it seemed nonetheless. Lesser scientists could write a thesis on it. Her goals were elsewhere.

She pulled a bottle of lube from the breast pocket of her nurse’s outfit and laid a generous bead of it up and down Tenchi’s length. It was warm from its proximity to her flesh. As she rocked one hand forwards and back across his shaft, a massaging hand squeezed a trail across his body.
“Not that I’m- ah- complaining, but what are you doing?”
“Making sure you give me the best sample. Each cell is just half your DNA. I need it all.”
Her eyes met his. Poised green, trembling brown.
“Trust me. I’m a doctor.” She reassured. Not in the legal sense, but she doubted it mattered.
Tenchi squirmed against his bonds, fighting to maintain balance on his toes as she picked up speed.
With meticulous attention she adjusted her pressure, gentle but firm up his length before squeezing intently at the purple tip of his erection. After a minute, her expression soured. She eclipsed his dick in two hands, working them in tandem thrusts and opposing turns. Tenchi’s body wobbled slightly, but his breathing remained even. Minutes passed. She palpated his balls. No response. She was not a patient woman. She slid a slippery finger into Tenchi’s ass- he yelped, prick twitching in her hand. With a thumb she pressed against the tender flesh between hole and pole, pressing his prostate tightly. Tenchi moaned now, and she increased her hands’ speed in their ministrations. Tenchi’s knees stopped holding their weight, and he swung from his wrists. Washu’s patience was rewarded in short order as thick, pearly strands of cum shot out at last. Despite her rigorous academic demeanor, she fought an instinct to let any splash on her, catching it instead in a test tube on a flexible metal stand.

The arms holding Tenchi lowered gently, releasing him when his legs remembered their purchase. He rubbed the feeling back into his hands.
“Perfect.” Washu said, bending back over her tray of goodies. Tenchi had no words- it was his first time cumming for a woman, but he was certain that was not a compliment paid often. She spun around with two beakers- a twist in Tenchi’s insides noticed the way her skirt flared as she did- and thrust one in each of his hands. They gleamed ominiously in the lamplight.
“You’re going to have to fill these for me.”
Tenchi balked.
“With what?!”
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