The Panty Saga - Washu

By JockoMegane

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NOTE: This is a series of vignettes and is not intended to be related unless otherwise noted.

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000

Shadows. Shadows upon metallic equipment, tubing, conduits, nodes, and numerous other things beyond the comprehension of most mortal beings hummed quietly with purpose. An occasional flicker, or a click or a clack would issue from the mass of machinery; the accumulation of many lifetimes of knowledge and progress. This was a monument to science like no other. Its purpose unparalleled. Its goal unquestionable.

A hand pierced the shadow; in the palm there was a small control pad. A finger depressed a button-

The shadows were eradicated by the sudden infusion of blinking and glittering lights all around the chamber. First one ray of illumination, and then two, then four, then eight, and so on...

A chuckle, then a stifled giggle, finally a laugh. A cackle.

An automated voice joined in:

PRIMARY CONTAINMENT CHAMBER SEALED. COMMENCING OPERATION IN... FIVE... FOUR... THREE... TWO... ONE. OPERATION COMMENCING.

The cackle was lost amid a grinding and accelerating cycle of noises as the chamber filled with more and more light. It was blinding, like some awesome power had decided to climax a lovely day with cracking a star straight down the middle and observe the pretty colors that resulted from it. Considering the skills of the one who had pushed the button, such a thing was not beyond their abilities.

Finally, the light subsides, and the vast tangle of conduits can be seen again. Close to the green clad sleeve where the control pad resides, there's a small glass rectangular door.

DING!

Washu Hakubi set the control pad down, and methodically secured special protective hand-wear for safety purposes. She waited for a moment, and then keyed the glass door open. She reached in and retrieved the container that sat inside. Washu set the container down, after about another minute she divested herself of the hand-wear and began the next step of the experiment.

A marshmallow. Two, in fact.

A cautious blow, and an even more cautious sip.

"Ah, that's the way a real cup of hot cocoa should taste like!"

Washu took a longer sip, reveling in the warmth and the taste. Another sound of taste delight echoed through her lab as she paused to look around.

By the clock the Masaki house followed, it was about 11:30 p.m. and the time for all good little scientific genius' to get into bed had come. It had been a full winter day. Sasami had pushed them all out soon after breakfast for an extended snowball war. It had been her, Sasami, Ryo-Ohki and Nobuyuki on the "Super Genius, Cook, Architect, and Cute Spaceship" team while Tenchi, Ryoko, Ayeka, Mihoshi, and Kiyone made up the opposing team (unnamed because negotiations broke down between Ryoko and Ayeka, descending into an intra-team snowball fight and thus starting the game anyway) while Yosho, Azaka, and Kamidake were the referees.

Washu chuckled to herself; it had been a hard fought battle. Fought from snowbank to snowbank in the front yard. Territory changed hands almost minute-by-minute and her daughter's flying abilities had almost made her team lose on more than one occasion. Finally, thanks to Ryo-Ohki and Sasami's quick ammunition making abilities and Nobuyuki's superior knowledge of battle tactics (he snuck up behind Tenchi with a snowball in each hand) had carried the day.

Her hot cocoa soon finished, Washu tossed the empty mug aside, a subspace pocket taking the mug to her dishwasher. She stretched; appreciating the feeling her adult form gave her when she did this. She smirked. Changing between her child and adult form had also helped her team win the snowball war. Ryoko cried foul, and Yosho ruled that she had to choose one form or another for the duration of the game. Washu had not changed back from her adult form after the game was over.

"What a day," she chuckled as she went through a door that appeared for her and emerged into her personal room.

An impossibly spacious room that would make even the grandest Emperor or Empress of Jurai scowl in envy. Glass aquariums surrounded the room with only a break in the center of the circle (from where Washu was standing) for the exit on one end and a mirror-door to the equally spacious bathroom at the other. The bed, as befitting such a magnificent room was stately, with four posts and a gauzy red canopy and matching comforter. Crab plush toys stood guard on the pillows. Washu stretched again, her body feeling a pleasant enough ache from the day's activities. She ran the back of her hand absently through her spiky mane of bound red hair.

Her service in General Sasami's snowball brigade had almost been for naught at the hands of her Little Ryoko and Ayeka's amazing teamwork and covering skills. "Yeah," Washu said to the empty room, "more like covering Tenchi as he snuck glances at their posteriors..."

Washu rubbed the part on her neck where she got hit not once, not twice, but three times. One from each of them. First Ryoko, then Ayeka, and then Tenchi. Though, Washu admitted, Tenchi's had been the softest thrown snowball out of the three. It would have been four, five, and six if had not been for a left-handed gift from the deities.

"That Nobuyuki," Washu chuckled as she keyed some commands in on a holo-pad. Her alarm was set for 8:00 a.m. Masaki time, as she liked to call it.

She looked at herself in the mirror, a silly smile on her face.

Nobuyuki had saved her from further snowball peltings and helped Sasami's team win by putting himself in harm's way. Actually, he had been intending from the looks of it to swoop in like some big, brave samurai or something and had slipped and fallen down right in front of her. Everyone stopped for a moment as Tenchi went to his father's side to see if he was all right. Once Nobuyuki confirmed that fact, and Tenchi turned his back on him... two quick, but well made, snowballs impacted across Tenchi's backside and lower back.

Ryoko and Ayeka again protested, but much to their chagrin and Yosho's great delight, it was still allowed. The necessary points scored, the game was called for Sasami's team. As the victorious cheered and the defeated scowled (Tenchi consoled Ryoko and Ayeka with promises of cheese cake), Nobuyuki got to his feet.

Washu had been brushing snow off of her bright orange snowsuit, lifting her leg up to brush the powdery substance off of the pant leg when she slipped.

Nobuyuki caught her by the shoulder, wrapping his other arm around her and hoisting her back up. His eyes spoke of concern, and that damn grin was on his face all through it, especially since her chest was pressed against his own. Words were exchanged once she was on standing up right again, enough to provide a background to their directionless small talk as Washu was (and she suspected he was too) thankful for the cold weather masking their blushes. Soon enough, they had parted, but Washu would have bet her weight in antimatter if they hadn't snuck at least a hundred different looks at each other during dinner...

But now it was bedtime for all good little scientific geniuses. A rare time to recharge and get ready for the trying times of the next breakthrough discovery and more energy to track down new guinea pigs. A time to let the subconscious part of one roam free for (hopefully) eight hours. A time to tie up that object of your day's fancy and do oh so unspeakable things to him or her.

Washu glanced at the wall chronometer. It was just a bit earlier than she had thought. "Wow, only that early?"she exclaimed.

That meant she had time to look at those sub-atomic particle journals published by the Sarlackian Science Academy...

Or... something more.

A naughty smile spread across her lips. She wasn't tired. No, not at all. There was time, too.

She unbuttoned her red vest slowly as she hummed a happy tune about a molecule named Shumi, who's late for a date with a proton named Suzi. The soft crimson vest soon was tossed aside onto a waiting pillow. Her smile broadened, her fingers lightly playing at the red jewel that secured the choker and her white blouse; unclasping the armbands and allowing the blouse to open.

Fingers stopped there for a moment, trailing down the flesh of her flat stomach and with the barest touch from her fingertip, her buckle disengaged. Her black skirt fell to the floor in a dry swishing.

She lightly touched the purple silk sash that bound her hair, electing to keep it in place until the morning when she could properly go to work on its carroty splendor.

Washu stood there for a moment, admiring herself in the mirror. A soft, smooth pink satin bra peeked out from the open blouse; cups cut low, supporting her already ample bosom, lined with silky-soft 'girly' flowery embroidery and a dainty bow right in the bottom valley of her bounty; securing the cups together. Her feet still in the discarded skirt, the only other article of clothing she had on were panties to match her bra. Same soft, silky embroidered border sliding down the fringes towards her center. An accompanying pink silk bow stood watch at the very top of the panties.

She had acquired the lingerie after seeing them in one of those quaint Earth 'movies,' the kind they still produced and stored on flat grain film. She had been watching the television alone one afternoon with no one around and remembering how during her early days at the Science Academy her manner of dress (and even undergarments) were not all that different from her male colleagues.

'Well, always good for one to try new things,' she had thought with a shrug and made a mental note to acquire some new underwear. Starting with the pair she saw in the movie. Odd, Washu thought, such nice underwear and the actress in the movie hardly wore it for very long.

"Looking good," Washu commented to the mirror. She stepped out of the discarded skirt and sauntered across the room slowly, enjoying the soft warmth of her automatically adjusting climate controlled bedroom.

She chuckled, her hands lightly settling on her stomach, just barely disturbing the skin as they trailed lazily down across the top of her panties. A digit felt the bow, admiring the silk's kiss. Each hip was shifted and favored for the mirror now, and as the red-haired woman did a graceful, effortless spin, a flash of a very firm, shapely posterior held in check only by a discrete band of pink that just barely maintained a thread of modesty for Washu.

"Hmm." She stopped with her rear facing the mirror, her hand lightly splayed against the left cheek. Washu gave it a light slap, shuddering just a bit at the soft, but satisfying crack she heard. "And with no annoying panty line, either," she cackled. What Earth women derided as 'visible panty line' had always irked her whenever she wore form-fitting clothing. Washu was a firm believer in women keeping all of their secrets carefully in check until it was time to put them into play.

Washu grinned, feeling better by the moment. With a thought she summoned her holo-top again. Might as well get some calculations out of the way before she truly retired for the night...

A red plush pillow appeared for her to sit on. With a feline stretch, bra-clad breasts jutting out and a quick tug to make sure her panties were in place, she sat down and began to review the formation of a new galaxy some sixty million light-years from Earth. Covered quite like nobody else by a doctor whose name cannot be pronounced by any Earth language at the Sarlackian Academy. Washu liked the man's biting and lively sense of humor in the pages of his scholarly journal that was put out, without fail, every fifteen standard days.

"Now that's a pretty formation right there," she remarked to no one in particular. The display in front of her showed a multi-colored swirl of stardust that vaguely resembled a spilt cherry on top of an ice cream sundae.

"Have to get me one of those...mmm, maybe I've been spending too much time around Mihoshi lately." Washu had to hand it to her though, the blonde GP officer always knew the best desserts and how or where to acquire them.

She clicked on half a dozen screens that displayed the image she was seeing in vertically scrolling columns of text and numbers.

Washu crossed her legs, the satin panties hugging and caressing her inner thighs.

"My, my, my!" Washu shook her head. "Mounds and mounds of hydrogen and amino acids. Life's already forming!" She clapped her hands once and leaned in closer to the display to see the data scroll by, line by line, her arm resting against the fabric of her bra and the firmly supported breast there.

She studied the data and the visual records intently for a while, mouth cupped in one hand and her tongue just pressing past her lips, her other hand lightly rested on her thigh.

Washu grinned. To say that she grinned does not do it justice. While she was already content and happy, before she only had a mere pleased grimace on her face. Watching the data tell its story to her made that pleased grimace slowly turn into a big wide grin.

"What... fertile activity! Damn, billions of years before they're humanoid types and they're already makin' like cabbits," she mused, as she made sure she was copying all of the data. "Of course, I bet Nobuyuki could do it better."

Washu clicked off the displays and holo-top. She stood up and the plush pillow chair disappeared.

She sighed, again glancing at the reflection of her female pulchritude in the mirror. It was Washu's firm belief that if Lady Achika had not died so tragically, that there would be many more dark-haired Masaki's running around. Washu tried to imagine that, and the smile on her face was soon a bittersweet one...

Brushing the thoughts aside, Washu retrained her attention on the very lovely and voluptuous woman reflected in the mirror.

"Well, well, hello there, Professor," she said as she strode up to the mirror. Her frame now taking up the entirety of the reflection. She crossed her arms underneath her breasts, supporting her bosom as she strutted for her own amusement.

"Looking good in your old age. I bet the students still glance at-" she swiveled around, giving her thinly-clad rear another firm slap. "Your shapely round behind," Washu snickered. The only students she was teaching lately were her daughter, Ryo-Ohki, Tenchi, Ayeka, Mihoshi, and Kiyone. And they could hardly be considered tuition-paying students, either. Hell, they couldn't even be called willing students.

Washu hugged herself for a few more moments, swaying her hips minutely before the mirror. "Mmm-mmm, these certainly do fit well." She pursed her lips as she touched the waistband of her panties, digits feeling the slightly frilled trim and the pink silk bow again. Two fingers fondled that bow, again feeling its little loops of innocence.

Lightly, ever so lightly, she began to allow her fingers to venture downwards. Washu cupped her panty-covered womanhood delicately, a soft breath escaping her lips as her smile faded and an expression of hunger slowly replaced it.

"Yup," she commented, "all nice and comfy in there... warm and secure... snug as a man in the folds," she whispered to herself, smirking, as her other hand touched her left breast, lightly cupping the supportive satin bra presenting and assisting the luscious fruit.

Washu breathed evenly, her palm working over the satin concealed breast, applying slight pressure and then releasing, relishing in the warm feelings it elicited throughout her upper body with tingling tendrils seeming to reach down to her toes. "Mmmmm..."

Her fingers continued, squeezing and fondling her breast more, groping almost. Washu smiled at the thought, feeling her covered nipple harden in response. Her thumb and forefinger caressed the flesh of her breast above the cup of the bra, eliciting another slightly more ragged breath and causing those oh so lovely gooseflesh to pop out on her white skin. Washu ground her teeth, increasing the pressure a bit more in her explorations, knowing just how much to apply at this stage of the game.

"So warm and comfy. Protected, almost," she commented as her fingers lingered more to the valley between her fruits, where the matching pink silk ribbon was standing innocent guard under her bosom.

"An innocent young flower, secure in her 'girly' Earth undergarments, awaiting the man with the right 'key' to open them," the mood momentarily broken, Washu laughed loudly. "Ye Goddesses, that sounds like Ayeka... or maybe Little Ryoko after a heavy poetry brainstorming session with some sake."

A finger played with the bow between her breasts as Washu watched in the mirror, looking over herself in minute detail. Yes, it would be Tenchi with the 'key' all right if her daughter or Ayeka had composed those lines. In fact, for all Washu knew it probably already had been composed. Whereas Nobuyuki would probably, if he could see her now, be overcome with that wonderful, procreative fanboy lust that compelled men to sweep a woman off her feet and take her to the nearest bed, where he would...

Hold it there, honey, let's not put the horse before the cart, or some other Earth idiom. Wasn't there something she was forgetting?

"That's it!" Washu blinked. "Computer, activate Mihoshi deterrence program Alpha."

Activated.

"Good, very good." Now if Mihoshi somehow stumbled into her lab again she would be confronted with a table full of desserts. Ice cream, cake, and pies, all of the blonde's favorites. She would then be deposited back at the kitchen table.

Washu snickered. Time to get started.

Two hands slid down her thighs, right around the rather thin satin waist band and those lovely silky, flowery, embroidered borders leading down in that tell-tale female 'V' shape that covered her mound. Washu used two digits now, rubbing up and down the satin directly over where her womanhood was laying in wait.

"... Ah... eh... urm..." she hummed and puffed in slowly warming concentration as her fingers made slight creases in the satin and pushed it into her center just a bit, framing the lips just so. Her other hand returned to her breast in a decidedly less elegant motion; cupping the flesh roughly as her digits performed a flighty dance up and down the smooth material and the embroidered strap up to her shoulder. Once there, she pushed it down her shoulder, giving the ripe nipples a little more room to sing on her chest.

Washu looked back in the mirror at the reflection of herself stroking the front of her panties, getting just a bit faster as the twined fingers began to introduce more of a stroking over the middle of her panties, pressing ever more inwards. She let out a tiny gasp, feeling the material now assault her feminine lips more and more. The satin digging and grounding a bit deeper into her. Washu felt slight trickle of moisture accompany this in the confines of her panties.

"Yup, all snug and warm," she said, her normally cheery humor replaced with a slight chewing of her lower lip as she now applied her full palm to cup the front panel of her pink panties.

The other shoulder strap soon followed, slipping down her shoulder causing the bra to become looser on her enflamed flesh. Quickly, the hand that had focused on her bra-covered breasts now reached in back of her, unlatching, and the twin satin cups cut in such an oh so lovely way to give precisely added support to her bosom from the bottom up, fell silently to the floor.

Washu's breasts jutted freely, hanging and yet standing firm and at perfect attention in the warm air of her bedroom. Perfectly formed nipples perched on rosy red areole stood out in sharp relief to her creamy-white breasts.

Washu grinned again at her reflection in the mirror, leering almost. "Mmmmm," she moaned softly as she once again swayed her hips sensuously along with the rhythm of her palm pressing and clutching her shrouded flower, the satin of the panty now sporting a tiny but noticeable wet spot in the center of the panel.

"...Ah!" she groaned louder, her fingers a bit wet, concentrating where the ruby hid. Yes, that's where it was. Hiding under a hood of skin and thinking that the fine layer of pink Earth satin would protect it from her roving fingers. "You can hide, but you can't run," Washu chuckled huskily, her legs widening a bit, as much as they could while she stood. Washu was now presenting herself lewdly for her mirror, twined fingers pressing and stroking along the lower center of her precious panties.

Concentrating, she closed her eyes. Washu's digits now rotated around the area, tap-tapping and pressing the fabric into her soft skin more and more. She moaned now, the satin acting like another layer of skin, always mysterious, mischievous. Foolish second skin, keeping her fingers from her ruby!

Another gasp escaped from her as that hand returned to her breasts, spending time with each one grasping, pulling, rolling, and weighing each fruit and their ripe peaks. Washu rubbed her fingertips along the healthy, screaming nipples. When it seemed that she could not get them to sing more; she would find a way. Either tweaking them harder, or letting her warm fingers rub them more. Each motion sent waves of ecstatic pulses through her being, warming her very core. Washu's fruits were now at full bloom, hanging naturally and proudly.

She was wet now. No hiding it, either.

"Oh, ah...ermmmme!" Washu swung her red mane of bound hair around. It was time.

She sauntered over to the bed, lying down as the contours of the comforter conformed precisely to her body. "Mmmmm." She smiled, forgetting everything for a moment and just enjoying the scent of her pillows and the crab plushies nearby. Washu considered wrapping herself in a blanket before continuing, but decided against it. She snuggled closer and closer to the comforter, writhing almost, her hips gyrating in a dance she had not tried in too long.

Washu turned over, once more laying flat on her back. She licked her fingers, tasting and coating the first two digits, tasting a bit of her honey that had seeped through her panties. The taste was faint, but an eager, familiar tang. Her hands went to the border of the panties, outlining, touching and caressing the material back and forth several times. Each pass, her fingers would linger and droop down closer and closer to the wet area of the panties.

She smiled, again taking a moment to luxuriate in the warm, wet feelings, and comfort she felt now at the moment.

Washu's hand slipped under the waistband. "Ahhhh." She exhaled as flesh met with flesh, her fingers tangling in the sparse, well kept fur there, cleanly shaven and trimmed. Washu smiled, her fingers delving deeper, deeper until she felt the slickness, and the tiny, tiny nub there. She pressed there.

"Ooooohgggn!" she hissed in delight. The sounds of wetness greeted Washu as her index finger lingered there, brushing and tickling her red ruby of femininity eliciting electric sensations all throughout her body. She arched her back as her digit quested deeper into her folds.

The wet spot on the front of the satin panties was much more noticeable now, even though it was being tented by a pawing, stroking hand. Washu's digit stroked and sought deeper and deeper as her folds allowed it, fresh dampness meeting her finger as it teased the now more flexible nub, sending ever increasing shivers through her being. "Uhhhhh!" Washu moaned in supreme, catlike satisfaction as she felt her most intimate area accommodate another finger with ever more wetness. Quiet, wet sounds of faint slushing grew louder to her ear.

"Mmmm, lots of dew amongst the lilies tonight." Washu's expression of ecstasy again briefly lapsed back into a mischievous grin as she imagined again what Nobuyuki Masaki would think of that comment.

She worked her fingers in as far as she could in the confines of the panties, her hand stretching the satin appreciatively as her digits worked; her thumb now lightly brushing the summit of her feminine mountain, worshiping the ruby there. The softest strokes up and down with feather-light presses that slowly give way to more insistent, grasping movements. Yet more of Washu's honey made its sweet presence known on her fingers as she explored herself, and the wet spot on the front of the pink satin grew larger, and darker, but as the redheaded scientist's breaths resolved into more of a ragged pant, she came to the conclusion that it was time to lose something.

With a swift snap Washu extracted her hand from her panties, and quickly hooked her fingers in the silken waistband, and slipped the well-used undergarment down her slender, perfect legs. She kept the panties close at hand, right beside her as she lay back down on the bed. She smiled, looking down at herself and the sparse patch of red hair that seemed to smile back up at her. Her sweet scent hung even heavier around her now.

"Well, well, well." Washu again caressed her forest, but with more leisure. The throbbing from her ruby was intense, and the wetness seemed to be seeping from her more and more.

A few slight strokes teased her ruby, at first lightly now that it was so enflamed, and the slight touched caused Washu's back to arch and her teeth to clench together. "Errrmmm!" She wanted so much to press and drum her aching clitoris, to bring herself over the brink, but she forced herself to continue the slow torture. The barest touch, the manipulation of the hood hiding the clitoris with the thumb, and a framing palm pressing down. A finger sometimes, once again touching the smooth, warm wetness of her lower lips, teasing and dipping in there and then withdrawing when the pleasure became too much.

A succession of 'glish, glish,' sounds filled the bedchamber now. Washu moaned ever louder. It was time.

With only one look Washu immediately pressed down two fingers to her sensitive nub, rubbing it and the skin around it in smooth circular motions, pressing it with the slightest pressure into her mound. "Ummermmmm---agggg---ahhhhh!" Her tongue curved past her lips as she occasionally snuck a peek at the sweet storm her hands were causing down below.

Washu shuddered, back arching more, breathing ragged as she continued to stroke, dip, and rub intently as her fires blazed more and more...hotter and hotter... wetter and wetter.

Slurp, slurp. Glish, glish. Sweat and feminine fluids mixed and made their masterpiece.

"Ahhhh!" Washu pressed her palm flat against her ruby, rubbing hard as her fingers dove for the deepest part of her. It happened. A more drawn out, ragged breath, a very loud moan, her thighs clenching together as she curled her sweaty body together on the bed.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHOOOHHHYEEEEAAAAH!" she howled as her fingers continued to coax the nub of flesh as her digits felt the wet, copious flow of fluids rush over it briefly.

Gradually, Washu's breathing started to slow, and her fingers danced less. Finally, she withdrew them and relaxed, her arms and legs sprawled out on the bed. She wiped the cooling sweat from her brow and closely examined the shiny coating she had given to her hand.

"Excellent chemical composition!" She licked and lapped a bit at her sweet nectar and sweat.

The tingling waves gently dulled, and soon her entire body was ready for sleep. Washu slid back into her damp panties and snuggled beneath the covers and ordered the lighting level reduced by 63 percent.

As the redheaded genius lay there under the covers, snuggling in the red silk with a crab plushy close at hand she thought back on the last thing she had watched on television that night in the Masaki family living room. Everyone else had gone to sleep, save Nobuyuki, and they had watched a particularly corny offering about a hotshot young man and an older, but very sexy, woman seducing him into her clutches-and never letting him go. Oh, what a scandal it had caused in their primitive little community!

"I wonder at your culture, Nobuyuki," she had said while taking another handful of popcorn from an increasingly depleted bowl. "In most places in the universe, that sort of relationship would not be frowned upon. Perhaps even encouraged."

Maybe Nobuyuki felt the need to defend his home planet, or simply tell her not to believe everything she saw on television here on Earth. But he had turned to her, and flashed that goofy grin of his: "Well Ms. Washu, not all of us on Earth are as blind as those moronic townsfolk on TV."

Washu had smiled enigmatically. "I'm sure."

Now later, drifting off to sleep, Washu smiled that same smile from before. With a silent thank you to Nobuyuki, she fell asleep. As she slept, the part of her brain that never stopped waking quietly began to run computations on Nobuyuki's probable response to the offer of a date.

And possibly more.

000

THE END

Next Panty Saga: Ryoko goes shopping with Ayeka one day and decides that maybe her wardrobe needs diversification.