Trouble at Tenchi's

Ayeka' stomach churned like a tropical storm as she hurried across the empty living room to the bathroom nestled in the back of the house. Her deep purple hair swayed lazily as she walked and her crimson eyes reflected the urgency of her situation. A long white gown covered her curvy form, its hem lightly brushing the floor with each step.

The quaking in her bowels and unrelenting pressure on her backside suggested a case of diarrhea and her cheeks flushed brightly just thinking about it. Such an illness was unfitting for the princess of Jurai. It suggested weakness and demonstrated that she, like everyone else, heeded nature's call. And besides, what would Tenchi think if he saw her like this. Ayeka didn't feature finding out. The young man was out now but expected back any minute, she knew she had to drop her load before he returned and hope that her stomach settled after that.

Her right hand gently massaged her stomach in response to a sudden cramp. “This is all that awful Ryoko's fault,” she thought bitterly. “She prepared dinner today and I'll just bet that evil woman put laxatives in mine just to keep me from Tenchi today. Well, she'll be disappointed to know that her little scheme isn't going to work. Besides, if she's this desperate to get me out of the way then it must mean she has realized that Tenchi is only interested in me!” She arrived at the bathroom and was so lost in her thoughts that she failed to realize another hand was reaching for the door until they met at the handle.

Ayeka gasped, quickly drew her hand back and looked up. The other hand belonged to Ryoko. A sheen of sweat dotted the space pirate's forehead just below the line of her light blue hair. Her yellow eyes held the same desperate look as Ayeka's. Her free hand rested on her stomach and she was bent slightly forward, pulling her skintight red pants tighter around her shapely bottom.

“Hello, Ryoko,” Ayeka greeted in a tone that was only barely civilized. “What are you doing here?”

“Whaddya think I'm doing here,” Ryoko countered angrily. “Something I ate isn't sitting well and I need to take a dump.” She glared at Ayeka. “If someone would get out of my way.”

“'Take a dump',” Ayeka mimicked. “How very mature of you Ryoko. But I'm afraid you'll have to wait your turn. I need to use the toilet as well and I was clearly here first. I -Nyggh,” a painful cramp wracked Ayeak and doubled her over and a sly smile danced across Ryoko's lips.

“So, I guess even the princess of Jurai gets the runs,” she teased. When Ayeka's faced flushed crimson, Ryoko knew she'd hit the nail on the head.

“That is none of your business!”

“Hey, its okay Princess,” Ryoko continued. “Everyone poops, right? Too bad you'll have to go upstairs if you want to, though, because I'm using this toilet.”

“You'll have to get through me first.”

“That can be arranged.” The two women butted heads, their faces masked with indignity and anger. They stood like that for a moment, steam seemed to pour from their nostrils as each stared the other down. Then, Ryoko smiled.

“This is pointless,” she said. “And I won't have any trouble going through you.” Ayeka frowned.

“What do you mean? Just what are you planning, Ryoko?” The space pirate didn't answer. Instead, she took a few steps back and looked briefly at the wall behind which the bathroom lay.

“This ought to do it,” she said, still smiling. She glanced at Ayeka and raised her hand in farewell. “Bye-bye, Princess,” she chimed then became intangible and floated through the wall.

“Oh, no you don't,” Ayeka growled, giving the bathroom door a sharp kick that snapped it off its hinges and smashed it against the tiled wall. Ryoko stood just in front of the toilet, struggling to get her tight pants down. “Nice try, Ryoko but that's not going to work!”

“Alright, Princess. I guess you want to do this the hard way.” A sword of orange light extended from Ryoko's closed hand and she raised it above her head.

“Indeed,” Ayeka replied, her eyes narrowing. Ferociously, Ryoko attacked, the light sword blurring as she swung it in a downward arc. But Ayeka proved quicker and managed to catch Ryoko's wrists and redirect attack. The orange laser seared through the bathroom wall.

In a flash, Ryoko attacked again this time a horizontal swipe aimed at Ayeka's neck. But, the Princess was faster again. She ducked and the sword shot harmlessly over her head. At the same time, she extended her leg and kicked Ryoko in the thigh. The space pirate stumbled, her sword failing haphazardly about in every direction.

“Alright,” Ryoko snarled. “Playtime is over! When I'm through with yo-” a sudden creaking interrupted her and without warning, the wall collapsed and exposed the restroom to the rest of the house.

“Look what you've done,” Ayeka gasped, her face paling. “I-I can't go to the bathroom in plain sight!”

“Well, if you can't handle no privacy I guess you better start heading upstairs,” Ryoko gloated. “I'm gonna get some relief.” She reached for the seat to put the lid up, but the entire bowl shuddered. Then, like the wall, it collapsed into several pieces and spilled several gallons of water across the floor.

“Oh, very good Ryoko. Now we've only one toilet in the house,” Ayeka scolded.

“What, this isn't my fault! If you had just let me go the none of this would have happened!”

“Well, if you had just let ME go none of this would have happened.” Again, the duo butted heads, their eyes locked in fury. A tiny voice from out in the hall broke the silent battle.

“My tummy really hurts, Ryo-Ohki. I really hope no one is in the bathroom because I think I'm going to be sick.”

“Sasami,” Ayeka said, pulling away from Ryoko and hurrying into the hall. There she found her little sister, Sasami, standing still as a statue as her bright red eyes surveyed the damage. The young girl was bent nearly in half so that her long, blue pigtails brushed the hem of her long, pink dress. Both her hands rested on her cramping stomach and she continually shifted weight from leg to leg. At her feet, the strange rabbit-cat ship named Ryo-Ohik stared concerned at her little friend.

“Ayeka, what happened,” the little girl asked.

“Ryoko destroyed the bathroom,” Ayeka answered. “She-”

“Oh no, oh no! I gotta go!” Mihoshi rushed into the hall, both hands pressing her butt cheeks tightly together. Tears streamed from her blue eyes and down her bronze face. Her blond hair bobbed wildly as the energetic Galaxy Police Officer preformed an absurd “potty dance.” While not as tight as Ryoko's, Mihoshi's beige pants highlighted her ample curves. “Wha- what happened to the bathroom, you guys,” she whined.

“Ryoko broke it,” Sasami offered.

“What, you mean I have to go all the way upstairs just to go to the bathroom?”

“Yes,” Ayeka responded coolly. “And you'll have to wait your turn. I was here first.”

“Wait a minute,” Ryoko said, stepping out to join the other girls. “You mean all four of us have the runs. What are the chances of that?”

“You mean all five of us,” Washu's nasal voice replied. The short super genius stepped forward to join the others. One hand fidgeted with her pink hair, trying to take her mind of the needs of her body. The other rested on the seat of her khaki shorts, its fingers squeezing her round half moons together. Her green eyes fixed Ryoko with an angry stare. “And the chances are pretty good when you consider the chicken you put in our noodles today expired six months ago!”

Everyone glared at Ryoko. “What,” she said sheepishly. “Like anyone ever looks at expiration dates.”

“This is your fault, Ryoko,” Ayeka said.

“Yeah, so what,” Ryoko replied. “What are you gonna do about it?”

“Well, I think you should have to go last, since none of us would be sick if you had paid attention to what you were cooking.”

“No way,” Ryoko exclaimed. “I'm going first because I'm going to be the first one on the toilet.”

“Please, Ryoko. I-I think I should get to go first,” Sasami muttered weakly. “You're all adults and can hold it a lot longer than me. Plus, I'm smaller and won't have to, uh, go as much. I'll be a lot quicker than all of you. Please, let me go first.” Ryo-Ohki meowed in agreement.

“Traitor,” Ryoko mumbled at her ship. “Sorry, kid, but I can't let you go first. Since you're the youngest no one here will say anything if you have an accident. Hell, you could crap your pants right here and no one would care.”

Sasami hung her head sadly. “I'm not a baby, you know.”

“Please guys,” Mihoshi sniffled. “You have to let me go first. I'm gonna poop myself if I don't go soon. Can I please go first?”

“NO!” Ayeka and Ryoko shouted in usion.

“Besides,” Ayeka continued. “I should go first. After all, I am the crown Princess of Jurai and I have to go before Tenchi gets home. I can't let him see me like this.”

“Why,” Ryoko asked. “You looks would improve if you were covered in crap.”

“Why you,” Ayeka hand came up sharply, slapping Ryoko in the face. Without a word, the space pirate returned the favor and Mihoshi and Sasami jumped in to separate the fighters.

The group was so intent on deciding who would get to go first that none of them noticed Washu sneaking quietly upstairs.

* * *
Washu stepped into the bathroom, locked the door behind her and flipped the lights on. “It's a good thing those four started fighting,” she mused as her shorts dropped to her ankles and she settled on the cold porcelain seat. “I was really about to lose it.”

Immediately a sopping wet fart bubbled from her and created an unreal echo on the tile walls. Then, her anus dilated and allowed a torrent of soft, fluffy chunks to literally pour from her colon. When the wave stopped, her stomach felt sprung but the aching and fullness remained. There was more to come.

Washu groaned and leaned forward. The subtle shift in position forced a large, creamy glob of waste to exit her body so violently that the resulting splash wet her bottom. “I really need to install a toilet in the lab,” she muttered.

She remained motionless on the stool for a few more moments, thankful that the air freshener was doing it's job. She could almost feel another round of waste move through her colon, but this time she didn't try to hold it in. Her body relaxed and nature took over.

It was liquid this time, but it was so saturated with tiny chunks of solid material that it felt like expelling extremely thick mud. This emptying lacked the urgency and explosiveness of the first one and, at first, Washu actually found it somewhat relaxing.

But the diarrhea continued to pour and her hiney started burning and itching. She wanted desperately to scratch it, but the flow persisted unbroken for several seconds and by the time it ended with a bubbly wet fart, Washu thought she'd go mad from the discomfort. Quickly, she wrapped her hand in toilet paper and drug it along her soaked anus, effectively extinguishing the tiny fires that had broken out down there.

Her stomach felt empty now, but Washu wanted to be certain before she relinquished the throne. She leaned back against the bowl relieved, content and wondering if the others had noticed she'd gone missing. She also wondered who would get next go on the toilet. Her money was on Ryoko, but that Ayeka could be a ball of fire when she needed to. She smiled wanly. “It should be an interesting twenty minutes...”