“So you fell in from a different reality, one where we’re a work of fiction some person thought up and turned into an entire media franchise, and you had some fan-written comics which portrayed us in a variety of embarrassing and/or erotic situations, exploring a number of fetishes and paraphilias that would make a sex researcher blush?” Washu asked, typing away at would Yumi could only hope were notes and pausing to await Yumi’s confirmation.
“More or less.” Yumi was extremely embarrassed to admit the fact, but it seemed like Washu at least didn’t have any ill intent towards her.
“I hadn’t considered the integration working both ways...” Washu mused, taking a moment to stretch. If Yumi didn’t know better, she would have sworn Washu had done so expressly to tease her. “That’s going to make this mess a lot more complicated. If we just needed to create a place in this reality for you, I’d hand over your new identity and let you go, but catching changes to the very fabric of your own reality from the inside, that’s going to be more difficult…”
It had been bugging Yumi the whole time she’d been telling her story, and now was as good of an opportunity as she was going to get. “Actually, I’d been wondering about that. There’s multiple versions of your stories, and based on what I’ve seen, you looking like that doesn’t make any sense for this reality.”
“Like what?” Washu asked, seemingly confused.
“You with, uh,” Yumi pantomimed an impressively large pair of breasts in the air in front of her. “Not just that, though. Normally you’re around Sasami’s height, not taller than Tenchi.”
“Hmm, I’ve always been like this, though...” Washu answered, inspecting herself again. “...which is exactly what I’d say if something from one of your books had integrated into our reality. Of course! One would expect mental changes to dominate the early integration effects, but strong physical divergence between a portrayal in what you brought in and our reality could easily lead to more immediate integration. I’m going to need something that can track this reality in at least six dimensions to be sure of any changes...”
Yumi tried to keep up as Washu fell into monologuing to herself as she considered ways to keep track of Yumi’s “integration” into this reality, whatever that meant, as well as changes to the reality into which Yumi had fallen, but it was all over her head. So instead, Yumi tried to remember the contents of all the doujinshi that had been in her bag. If she could remember the plots, maybe she could help Washu with possible changes to keep an eye out for, or maybe Yumi could even keep situations from occurring to limit the chances of the doujinshi becoming reality here.
Unfortunately, try as she might, Yumi could only clearly remember two of the doujinshi clearly. Washu had mentioned that between Yumi’s shock upon realizing she was in a different reality and just the fact that Yumi was not native to the reality she was in, it was normal to expect some short-term memory issues as she acclimated to her new reality.
The first was a story about Kiyone somehow accidentally growing a penis. Of course, once she runs into Mihoshi, the ditzy Galaxy Police officer is both distressingly curious about Kyone’s new appendage and ignorant of the concept of personal boundaries, leading to what Yumi considered one of the steamier sex scenes she’d seen in a doujin of that nature once Kiyone stops resisting and puts Mihoshi in her place. Even remembering the plot had Yumi getting a little steamed up.
“You okay over there, Yumi, or should I check you for integration issues?” Washu asked, a clear seductive note in her voice.
“Just thinking about the comics I brought over,” Yumi answered quickly, wanting nothing else but to avoid accidentally making herself the subject of some sort of sex machine testing. That would be exactly the sort of plot she’d see in something featuring Washu, though it would usually be the scientific genius receiving her newest invention’s attention.
“Well, if you change your mind, I’m happy to experi- I mean examine you. Thoroughly.”
Yumi mumbled a non-answer and returned to her memories of the doujinshi. The other one she could remember clearly involved Ayeka and Ryoko quarreling over Tenchi. She couldn’t remember who started it, but both girls came to Washu seeking to have more sex appeal than her competitor. Washu, of course, was happy to dole out medicine, machines, and other inventions to enhance the two’s physical features. Tenchi, of course, refused to commit to either, which resulted in the competition continuing until both Ayeka and Ryoko were so tall and curvy that the doors in the Masaki house were practically impossible to navigate.
If those were the two she could remember, that didn’t bode well for the other three comics. Yumi had to admit that when it came to these sorts of things, she tended towards more extreme depictions because they were more unique. More worryingly, Yumi was sure that the doujinshi she had covered most of the franchise’s varied continuities, so it was completely possible that Washu could end up with god-like power but the mad scientist mentality, or something really inconceivable like Mihoshi having two partners, one current and one former, living at the house. And that was just the beginning of the rabbit hole.
Before Yumi could start worrying about increasingly far-fetched scenarios playing out, a bell rang, pulling Washu out of her focus. “Who could that be?” Washu asked, getting up and heading towards the entrance to the lab.
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