Prepare for the Great Escape
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 47
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
“Ryoko, come in. Ryoko, come in. Where are you?” Groaning for the umpteenth time, Washu stood up from her computer and started to pace. All her attempts to figure out the cause of Mihoshi’s height gain had failed on her end and now her last was resort was her wayward daughter. All contact with Ryoko had halted once she returned to normal space. It wasn’t unfeasible that their connection wasn’t coming through because of the huge distance between them, but Washu had a sinking feeling the reason for the radio silence wasn’t technical error. There was nothing Washu could do on her end but wait. So, she decided to find something to keep her busy.
“Hello, Ayeka,” Washu cheerfully greeted the princess as she was suspended in the middle of the lab above a rotating wheel. Ayeka had been stripped down by her machine the second the tests had started. The only thing concealing Ayeka’s body was two glowing rings circling her waist and breasts. Ayeka stared at the mad scientist, not saying a word in fear of bringing down the wrath of the diminutive genius. She knew Washu had a sadistic streak, maybe even greater then her own daughters, and that the best thing she could do was play nice until she got out of this.
“Hello to you lady Washu, are we done the test yet?” Ayeka asked with a very plastic smile. Washu returned the smile with a real one and started to type away at a console beside the suspended princess.
“Not yet, I can’t let you out until I’m sure your not affected with some kind of growth virus. You are going to stay in there until Ryoko returns, which might not be as soon as I first believed,” Washu told Ayeka without looking up from the console. The part about Ayeka being affected with a growth virus was a lie. All the data had been taken and there was no signs that Ayeka was affected with anything but a infatuation with a certain boy. She was being kept in the lab for two reasons, one, to give Mihoshi a chance to be alone with Tenchi and hopefully expose more about her abrupt height and personality change and two, Washu was lonely and needed someone to torment until Ryoko came back.
“What do you mean, did something happen to Ryoko?” Ayeka asked, more worried that she was going to be stuck in Washu’s lab then the safety of her rival.
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head. Ryoko is just fine. If I know my daughter, she has some how landed in a dangerous situation brought on by her own arrogance. But I wouldn’t worry, my daughter might be uncouth, but she’s also very crafty. Whatever trouble she’s in, I’m sure she’ll be alright as long as she keeps a calm head and doesn’t let her emotions guide her.”
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“WWWHHHHHAAAAAAA!”
“Would you shut up already! We’ll find you another boy toy!”
Slumping back against the wall of her cell, Ryoko ignored the wails of her partner in crime and method of space travel. Ryo-ohki wouldn’t stop crying after seeing Ten-ohki fall to a watery grave. The female cabbit had always had a crush on the male cabbit and was taking his death hard, much to Ryoko’s frustration. It was hard to plan an escape when the person you’re sharing a cell with is wailing like a banshee. The guards had become quiet since Nagi and her cabbit had been sentenced to, Ryoko hoped, a very painful demise. This was the perfect time to escape, if only her partner would shut her carrot hole.
Grabbing the furry rabbit/cat hybrid by the scruffy of her neck, Ryoko addressed her quietly. “Shut up, or no carrots for a whole month.”
The threat of losing her favorite snack made Ryo-ohki go quiet. She let out a few more sniffs and then wiped the tears from her furry face with her paws. Meowing softly, Ryo-ohki conveyed to Ryoko that she would calm down. Nodding to the furry pet, Ryoko put her down on the floor and glanced around at her surroundings. Outside of her cell was the courtroom, pit and one very huge reinforced door. She could probably blow her way through the door, but why bother when she could just phase through it.
Speaking of phasing, Ryoko looked down at her shackled wrists. Focusing on her arms, Ryoko made them intangible and the shackles passed through her wrists and fell to her feet. Rubbing her wrists, Ryoko looked around to make sure that no one was watching. No one was, so she was safe for now. Smirking, white-hot energy crackled around her free hands. It was time to show these two-bit aliens that no one messed with Ryoko, the Devil Caller.
“Hello, Ayeka,” Washu cheerfully greeted the princess as she was suspended in the middle of the lab above a rotating wheel. Ayeka had been stripped down by her machine the second the tests had started. The only thing concealing Ayeka’s body was two glowing rings circling her waist and breasts. Ayeka stared at the mad scientist, not saying a word in fear of bringing down the wrath of the diminutive genius. She knew Washu had a sadistic streak, maybe even greater then her own daughters, and that the best thing she could do was play nice until she got out of this.
“Hello to you lady Washu, are we done the test yet?” Ayeka asked with a very plastic smile. Washu returned the smile with a real one and started to type away at a console beside the suspended princess.
“Not yet, I can’t let you out until I’m sure your not affected with some kind of growth virus. You are going to stay in there until Ryoko returns, which might not be as soon as I first believed,” Washu told Ayeka without looking up from the console. The part about Ayeka being affected with a growth virus was a lie. All the data had been taken and there was no signs that Ayeka was affected with anything but a infatuation with a certain boy. She was being kept in the lab for two reasons, one, to give Mihoshi a chance to be alone with Tenchi and hopefully expose more about her abrupt height and personality change and two, Washu was lonely and needed someone to torment until Ryoko came back.
“What do you mean, did something happen to Ryoko?” Ayeka asked, more worried that she was going to be stuck in Washu’s lab then the safety of her rival.
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head. Ryoko is just fine. If I know my daughter, she has some how landed in a dangerous situation brought on by her own arrogance. But I wouldn’t worry, my daughter might be uncouth, but she’s also very crafty. Whatever trouble she’s in, I’m sure she’ll be alright as long as she keeps a calm head and doesn’t let her emotions guide her.”
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“WWWHHHHHAAAAAAA!”
“Would you shut up already! We’ll find you another boy toy!”
Slumping back against the wall of her cell, Ryoko ignored the wails of her partner in crime and method of space travel. Ryo-ohki wouldn’t stop crying after seeing Ten-ohki fall to a watery grave. The female cabbit had always had a crush on the male cabbit and was taking his death hard, much to Ryoko’s frustration. It was hard to plan an escape when the person you’re sharing a cell with is wailing like a banshee. The guards had become quiet since Nagi and her cabbit had been sentenced to, Ryoko hoped, a very painful demise. This was the perfect time to escape, if only her partner would shut her carrot hole.
Grabbing the furry rabbit/cat hybrid by the scruffy of her neck, Ryoko addressed her quietly. “Shut up, or no carrots for a whole month.”
The threat of losing her favorite snack made Ryo-ohki go quiet. She let out a few more sniffs and then wiped the tears from her furry face with her paws. Meowing softly, Ryo-ohki conveyed to Ryoko that she would calm down. Nodding to the furry pet, Ryoko put her down on the floor and glanced around at her surroundings. Outside of her cell was the courtroom, pit and one very huge reinforced door. She could probably blow her way through the door, but why bother when she could just phase through it.
Speaking of phasing, Ryoko looked down at her shackled wrists. Focusing on her arms, Ryoko made them intangible and the shackles passed through her wrists and fell to her feet. Rubbing her wrists, Ryoko looked around to make sure that no one was watching. No one was, so she was safe for now. Smirking, white-hot energy crackled around her free hands. It was time to show these two-bit aliens that no one messed with Ryoko, the Devil Caller.
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