Ryoko looked at Tenchi, bewildered at what he could be talking about when he said that he has two shrunken girls to play with? If he wanted to play with her, then she would be more then happy to be all his. Originally, she had wanted to play with him. Turn him into a toy for her pleasure, away from her prying mother and that prudish hag Ayeka. However, what hell did he mean by having two girls to play with, she was the only one that got to play with Tenchi.

“Excuse me Tenchi,” Washu interjected as Tenchi placed both her and Ryoko on his bed. “I think that your Freudian sip might have confused Ryoko even tinier brain.” Ryoko turned to Washu and sneered at her biological mother. When she looked towards Washu, Ryoko was taken off guard to not see her thirteen-year-old mother, but instead her mid-twenty mother.

“I think I have to explain something, I’ve been fucking Tenchi these last few months. He’s done me every way possible, in the ass, on my face, all over my tits, down my throat. I’ve had his cock in my so often that I have every inch of it memorized. Just a few minutes ago, I rode that tower of flesh and got a shower in his spunk. I still got some of it sticking in my crevices. I think you suspected me of messing around with Tenchi, but never thought we went that far. Do you understand what I’m saying?” Ryoko nodded and remained completely emotionless. Tenchi was sweating heavily and gawking in utter horror at Washu. They had been breaking their backs trying to keep their relationship from being found out by Ryoko for the last month and she goes and tell her everything. The silence hung in the room for a few minutes. Tenchi prayed, Washu smirked and Ryoko remained unaffected. Finally, Ryoko spoke up.

“YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!!!” Ryoko’s eyes practically glowed as she threw herself at Washu. Energy crackled around her as she prepared to rip Washu limb from limb. Before she could get to her unconcerned mother, Tenchi grabbed her in midair and held on tight. Ryoko scratched and bit his fingers to break free and murder Washu, but she was too weak in her shrunken state to even break Tenchi’s skin.

Sighing, Washu looked up at her daughter as she foamed at the mouth. “I just told you all this because I think it’s high time that you stopped being so selfish and learned to share Tenchi. I’m not looking to have him all to myself and there’s plenty of him to go around. So I propose that instead of fighting tooth and nail to have Tenchi all to yourself, you learn to live with the fact that the man you love has more then one lover. Acknowledge that and we both can have our fun with Tenchi, don’t and I’ll have Tenchi lock you in his dresser until morning while I screw around with him.” Washu became dead serious during the end of her speech and Ryoko stopped struggling. Could she really accept sharing Tenchi with her mother? Was that something she could live with?