Washu snapped her fingers and her clothes magically appeared on her body, she even had the cum cleaned from between her legs. She happily giggled as an exotic tingling sensation came from her bowls. She was a fan of anal sex, not because of the feeling of having her anus stretched, but the dirty feeling she got from having something hit her intestines. The sensation sent ripples of euphoria through her brain and made her wet.
“Tenchi, I hope you like it in their because that’s where your going to be staying when I feel exceptionally horny,” Washu said, although she guessed that her voice wouldn’t reach that low into her body. Washu knew her bowls had to be tight and not have a lot of air, but Tenchi had survived in space, so her close-fitting poop chute wouldn’t hurt him too badly. Washu relished the feeling of having another living person inside her intestines for another minute. She got out a few moans and groans, letting out those sounds in front of the girls would not be good. Speaking of the girls, Washu had to come up with a plan to deal with them. She had grown attached to Tenchi during her fling and didn’t want to lose the boy to the girls. It wasn’t that she wanted to marry him, only have tons of sex and maybe pop out a few kids. The thought of sharing him with any of the girls didn’t bother her, but she knew that if Ryoko or Ayeka ever won the battle for Tenchi’s heart, Washu wouldn’t be allowed ten miles near her sex slave. Why could not those girls learn to share their Hunky love interest?
“How are you going to play this Washu?” The super genius asked herself. Sasami wouldn’t be a problem, even if puberty hit the over seven hundred year old, Washu was certain that the kind girl would share the lovin around. Kiyone wasn’t that interested in Tenchi other then maybe a small fling in the sack once or a few hundred times. Washu wasn’t even sure if Mihoshi knew what sex was. Ryoko was her daughter and if she shard a shred of her DNA then she had to be as much of a slut as her. All Washu had to do was turn her only known daughter into a lust craving female, willing to share all her Libido with everything breathing. Ayeka was last; proper, Prudish, Ayeka. For the love of Washu, she couldn’t think of a single way to get Ayeka to release her hold on Tenchi, with the exception of rewriting her personality, but Washu couldn’t do that; she sucked at brain surgery.
“What am I going to do?” Washu asked herself as she held the shrinker. She needed a way to keep the girl out of her hair with out hurting her, Washu put down the shrinker and scratched her head. Maybe, she could seduce Ayeka and turn her into a slave girl for Washu’s fun? The idea appealed to Washu for a second, then she realized that she didn’t feel like taking care of a pet princess. She took her finger off her head and tapped it on the shrinker. She would come up with something later, Washu thought as she picked up the shrinker and left Tenchi’s room.