Real World Tenchi: Another Doujinshi

Unending BE - episode 1054477

Oh no! Mihoshi looked at the broken glass all around her. Wah! She hadn't meant to do that! There had been this funky-looking greenish ooze sitting in a jar, and she wanted to read the label, but while she was leaning over to check it out her big, jiggling tits had accidentally knocked it over and spilled the green goop all over the floor!

Why did this kind of thing keep on happening around her? It wasn't like she meant to do it or anything, but there it was. People always seemed to get upset with her no matter how much she tried to help them out. Now she was barely holding back the tears, scared to move in case a shard of glass got inside her slipper and cut her feet, which meant that Washu would find her and yell at her and then kick her out of her lab without giving her the opportunity to become a closer friend or help her out or -

"Oh, my poor dear," a charming voice with a British accent said. "One can hardly stand by while a charming lady is in such obvious distress. Please, allow me."

"Huh?" Mihoshi asked. She looked around. Nobody was there. "Who is that?"

Then all of a sudden the ooze at her feet pulled together and swept all around the floor, scooping up all the bits of glass and then depositing them in a bin that she hadn't even noticed before. Huh! Wow! That was so cool! She applauded a little, and then the ooze seemed to swell up to her approximate height, and took a deep, deep bow.

"Friendly Helper, at your service!" the ooze said. Or should that be, Friendly Helper said? "May I enquire your name, my lady?"

"Mihoshi," she replied, leaning down with hands on knees so she could get a better look at this stuff. No sign of a mouth or anything on the inside. Just goop. It shimmered and wiggled, and then morphed into a more humanoid shape. A reflection of Mihoshi herself, the same tight shorts, the same fuzzy slippers and even the way her tank top rode up a little to give a peek at her navel was all perfectly the same as her.

Well, if you didn't count the fact that the duplicate was that same shade of uniform goopy green.

Mihoshi giggled a little, and her duplicate smiled warmly back. "That's good, much better," Friendly Helper said, using the exact same voice. Weird hearing a male one coming from her body, but whatever. "My dear, your attractive features shine much more prominently when you smile."

"Oh, you flirt!" Mihoshi tittered. "So what exactly is a Friendly Helper supposed to be, anyway?"

"Whatever would make you happiest in every definition of the word possible. If you're sad, I make you laugh. if you're hungry I feed you. If you're horny, I fuck you."

Mihoshi was nodding along all throughout that. It sounded great, except - "What was that last one?"

Friendly Helper tilted its head and made its smile a fraction wider. "I'll feed you if you're hungry."

Mihoshi tapped her chin and furrowed her brow. "No... That wasn't it. Was it?"

"Oh my, you must be stressed," Friendly Helper said, shifting closer. "Imagining things is not the sign of a calm mind. Please permit me to assist you in relaxation with a nice shoulder rub."

Well, Mihoshi wasn't entirely certain that was the best idea. Sure, this goop sounded friendly and charming, and the way it was crawling towards her kind of reminded her of Ryo-Ohki mewling after a big, big carrot.

Still, Kiyone always did tell her that she shouldn't be so trusting. There was no telling what this goop might do if it actually touched her - But that decision was rather taken out of her hands when it suddenly slipped right behind her when she started backing away, and then Mihoshi gasped in unexpected delight when a pair of warm, damp but solid(ish?) hands landed directly on her shoulders and began to rub in a way that made her feel like she was - Like she was melting right on the spot.

"Sh!" Friendly Helper whispered in her ear as it methodically rubbed all her worries away. "It's alright. I won't touch anything aside from your shoulders... Unless you ask me to. Naturally."

Kiyone got a bit of a nervous twitch in the back of her neck. The sort of thing she only ever really got when somehow, some way, Mihoshi was doing something stupid unbefitting of any member of the Galaxy Police force. Honestly it was a wonder she even noticed anymore. But still...

Still, she was in the middle of a human city, a place where they sold goods, food and other things. She could hardly pull her communicator out here in public. Well, she didn't really have any particular reason to head back anyway. She had quite deliberately taken the keys to their transport, so Mihoshi wasn't going off-world, which meant that the others were still around so she could head into town and -

And...

And why was she here again? Weird. Kiyone frowned. Tried to remember. There must be a very good reason for her to leave Mihoshi alone back at the temple where she could still do something hugely embarrassing that would be left to poor Kiyone to clean up later. She knew better than this. No amount of preparation could possibly prepare for the sheer Mihoshiness of Mihoshi! Doing anything like this by herself was irrational, so why was she -

Kiyone suddenly stopped and wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead. Hot day out today. It completely interrupted her thought process. She slipped her jacket off and whipped it over her shoulder in no time flat. Strange, but was her chest always that...? Oh, never mind. What she really needed right now was to step inside for a little shade.

And the store she stepped inside of? A store devoted to media foreign to the country she was living in. Ah! How useful. The cultures of this planet weren't unified, so this provided her with an excellent opportunity to broaden her view of the planet.

She stopped to fan herself down with her spare hand. Phew! Let's take a look at some of this sequential art they were selling here. Like this one, that she picked up at random. "Superman".

"That is a good choice to start with," said a shop assistant. He smiled meekly at her. "Sorry, but you do give off the impression of someone that's never picked up a comic before. N-Not because you're an attractive woman, but more... Uh... Can I start over?"

In spite of herself the normally serious Galaxy Police officer found his antics a little adorable. "It's alright," she said. "I don't know anything about this. What can you tell me?"

"Oh, that's Superman," the man said. "He's an alien from the planet Krypton. His parents discovered their planet was dying, but their government didn't believe them. So they sent their only son to Earth, where the unusual properties of our yellow sun and his biology gave him superpowers."

Kiyone adjusted the sleeves on her shirt a little. So hot in here. The premise was blatantly based in fiction. The idea of any alien species having an unusual reaction to a differently coloured sun was ludicrous on the face of it. That's not how biology works in anything outside of fiction.

Or perhaps an erotic doujinshi titled "Solar-Powered Slut" that may or may not have a similar premise. And may or may not have been brought into this particular universe by a certain fangirl.

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Lumitiel

Thu Mar 10 13:32:41 2016

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