Ryoko crept up the stairs past everyone else in the living room. When she saw Ayeka sitting there calmly watching TV, Ryoko had to fight of the urge to shrink the smug princess on the spot. The only reason that Ayeka wasn’t an inch tall was the fact that if Ryoko shoot her in front of everyone else, then she would lose the element of surprise with Tenchi. She headed upstairs, but not before promising herself to turn that bitchy royal pain into a squishable size. She walked calmly towards Tenchi’s room, already ideas were forming in her mind that would impress even Washu. When she got her tiny Tenchi, the first thing she’d do is take the shrunken toy to the attic where no one would find them. She imagined Tenchi sitting in her hands naked and she felt a flutter in her heart and groin. Oh, the things that she was planning ranged from full body blowjobs to anal spelunking. Turning the door knob, Ryoko peered in and saw something that made her pause. Tenchi was sitting on his bed in his underwear that was being strained by his propped up hard-on, beside him was tissues and hand cream. She couldn’t believe it, her Tenchi was about to masturbate.
“Tenchi, if your real horny, then I have a sure fire way to fix the problem?” She purred as she pushed the door fully open and strutted in with the Shrinker behind her back. Tenchi jerked when he saw Ryoko, in the sense that he made a sharp sudden movement upon seeing Ryoko (Not that he pulled it out and beat off).
“Ryoko, what are you doing?” Tenchi asked wide eyed by the sudden intrusion on his private time.
“This,” Ryoko chuckled as she pointed the Shrinker at Tenchi and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. Trying again, Ryoko pulled the trigger harder, but nothing happened.
“Ryoko, get out,” Tenchi said sternly and pointed out of his room.
“But,” Ryoko began.
“Out!” He said furiously. Ryoko pouted and tossed the Shrinker to the ground in front of Tenchi. Before she left, she tried one last thing.
“Ya know, I could help you with that,” She suggested, referring to his hard-on. Tenchi didn’t say anything and just pointed out the door. Ryoko got the hint and stomped out the door in a huff. Tenchi got off his bed, walked a little unevenly with the protrusion between his legs, closed and locked the door, picked up the Shrinker and collapsed back onto his bed. The elastic band on his briefs started to push up and a little sweaty woman appeared nestled in his pubic hair.
“That was close,” Tenchi grumbled. He had just gotten his clothes off and was about to pull out Washu and start the fun. He’d gotten some hand moistener to lube Washu up and tissues for clean up. He was just about to reach into his underwear and pull out Washu, when Ryoko stormed in. if she’d waited another second, she would of found Tenchi naked with a tiny Washu hanging from his penis.
“Why didn’t I shrink?” He asked Washu from between his legs. Washu started to explain, but Tenchi couldn’t hear her squeaky voice. So, he reached down and picked her up, and then put her by his ear.
“The Shrinker takes an hour to recharge, someone must have been shot recently.” Washu said with her head practically crammed into Tenchi’s ear.
“That was scary, but are you still in the mood?” Washu asked. Before Tenchi could answer, Washu gave his earlobe a big playful lick