Ranma's New Fiance

This is the second last chapter of the story, hope that you’ve enjoyed it and will not flame me too badly for the strange twists that shall be revealed tomorrow.

Sid

End A/N

Ranma gazed at Mousse, his face was a cold and distant as that of a statue as he went over his father’s papers. He’d gone from being sweet and thoughtful to being a stranger to her. He threw himself into learning about his late father’s fortune and how to manage it. Amanda had been smart and had used the same people that his father had use to invest and take care of the portfolio and had expanded it through shrewd investments of her own. Both Ranma and Mousse had been shocked to discover that Mousse stood to inherit the equivalent of forty million American dollars on Amanda’s death.

After they brought Amanda home from the hospital, Mousse had said that he was moving in with her so he could be there with her in the end. Ranma had already planned to do that anyway and the next day they’d move into the two spare bedrooms as Ranma was no longer allowed in Mousse’s. She didn’t understand why he kept her at a distance. He’d become as remote as a planet to her, it was like a piece of him was missing. Then he’d thrown himself into his father’s legacy, he teleconferenced with lawyers at all hours. He worked on the commercial farm every day with the other workers, kept the house spotless and spent every evening with his mother joking and showing her the only cheerful face that he’d shown to everyone for weeks. It was if he was working like a madman to try to keep everything at bay or waiting for something, for someone. He was grieving she could see, but he refused to give into it. Kong Dom and Ranma kept an eye on his and placed food in front of him when he was taking a break, as that was the only way that he would eat. Ranma was worried about him; he’d lost weight and always had dark circles under his eyes from not sleeping enough. She would often find him asleep at him desk with his head resting on a ledger or he would nod off while eating. Those were the only time that he would allow her to touch him, if only to help him to bed. She would sit beside his bed and watch him sleep while stroking the hair sprawled across his pillow, longing to climb in bed beside him and hold him as she used to scant weeks ago.

Mousse POV

Pain, drive it back, and don’t allow it to take a hold of you. Each day I look at Ranma and realize what a fool I’ve been. I thought that she could care about me? Was I insane! All she wants from me is sex because she likes how her body reacts to mine. Ranma is a nice guy and I seem to have forgotten that in my lust for her. Dear gods I lust for her still, I touch myself and think about her naked milky skin, her large breasts, her heart shaped ass, the way she moans, the way she tastes when she comes........ It is so hard not to reach for her when she looks at me so worriedly, but I can’t give into temptation again. Yet my mother is fading on me, the once bright light in my life (besides you, Shampoo) growing dim I so long for closeness, to be held, to be touched, to be kissed. For someone else to take care of me for a minute, for an hour, Ranma would be so willing to. But I can’t, I have to remember that it’s because of her that I’m not with Shampoo in Nerima where I belong. Yet my daily letters go unanswered, I never have a received even a single line back for all the hundreds of heart filled letters that I have sent you. You know that my mother is dying and I thought you would come. Time grows so short; I shudder for your blessed kisses that will heal my flagging heart. Please come now, I need you. Why have you forsaken me my goddess?

Ranma POV

I touched him and that was all it took for him to break down emotionally. I got on my knees beside him and gathered him into my arms. He didn’t resist, he was as pliable as a child and sobbed until I feared his ribs were going to break. He’d shown no emotion when the doctor had announced that Amanda was fading. She died peacefully in her own bed with the two of us each holding a hand. He hadn’t shown any emotion when we ceremoniously washed her body and dressed her in her armor for her funereal. All he did was tell me stories in an almost cold voice of a younger Amanda, of her beauty and of her bravery and how her hair used to be as thick and black as his own while he dressed what little hair the chemotherapy hadn’t robbed her of. He hadn’t shown any emotion as she was wrapped in a shroud of the softest silk and buried with full Amazonian honours. The Amazons don’t believe in coffins or embalming, they believe that everyone returns to the earth where they came from. So her hole was filled while the priestess intoned over her grave and her clan marker was raised. Finally those of us in mourning made shallow cuts over the palms of our hands and made a fist to allow our blood of life to nurture Amanda’s living soil. He never showed any emotion during any of it, but I bawled like a baby.

After the funereal I found him by the newly erected family shrine, he had lit some incense in front of an earlier picture of Amanda and had placed some of her favourite candies that he made for her in an offering cup. I was surprised that he was wearing his white robe. “You haven’t worn these for a while” I said. He turned to me to reveal dead looking eyes.

“The sum of my life is martial arts and disappointing everyone” he replied staring at his mother’s picture. “I’m a failure, I failed in life, I failed her and now I have nothing left” he said.

I touched his shoulder, it was all I dared “you have me” I whispered and watched him melt down. After he was done, he allowed me to take him to his room, put him to bed and then we made love. I don’t know if it was because he just needed the intimacy or cared for me at that moment. It was so tender and sweet that I almost begged him to love me back, but I couldn’t say that. His depression settled in and sometimes it was a struggle to get him to leave his bed, I would stay with him and alternated between offering comfort during his tears and holding him during his rape dreams that were coming more frequently these days. I encouraged him to take bodily pleasures with me and loved the feeling of his hands on my body, his cock inside my womanhood and mouth. It couldn’t get enough, it was like I was a junkie and he was my drug. It was even better then before and it was like whatever he’d been waiting for never showed.

I tried to keep to our rule about sleeping apart, but wanted to be there for him in the night, so one night I never returned to my room. He never complained so I moved into his room with him and shared his bed after that. I watched him slowly come out of his grief and take an interest in the world. I knew it would be a while before his pain stopped and he seemed to hate to have me out of his sight, so I encouraged him to come everywhere with me. It was then that I got my drivers license and would drive us into town to attend school everyday as I’d promised Amanda we would.

The Night of the Council Meeting

I stood before the line of hard faced old women; it was hard not to be intimidated by these ancient warriors “I wish to change the law of banishment for The Weak” I said.

“Foolish girl, that law is to weed out those that can’t defend themselves. If they can’t defend themselves how are they supposed to protect our village?” one snarled.

“It isn’t right to get rid of valuable society members in a population that isn’t that large to begin with” I replied, glaring a challenge back to them.

“We don’t need them” another replied crankily.

“Sister Cologne supports me” I said.

“Yes she does for some reason” agreed another, staring pointedly at Cologne.

“It all about our history together” I said sweetly “and by history I mean its amazing what you can learn from books about ancient societies, like this one” I said and watched as the ancient keepers of lies turned pale. “Well, you need evidence, I shall call my witnesses” I said.

People gasped when seven red cloaked clad figures came in and sat down.

“They’re not allowed here outside of visiting day” a council member raged.

“They’re here as my witnesses, listen to them for once and hear what they have to say” I shot back. They all stood up and threw back their hoods to reveal six women.....and Mousse.

“Mousse sit down, you don’t deserve to be amongst our fallen warriors” Cologne said.

I was proud of him as he stared her down and said “what happen to one happened to all of us, I deserve to be alongside my fallen comrades.”

The warriors present gasped in outrage that a man would say this “Mousse’s one of us, he can stay” Kong Dom said defiantly.

“These are the people you threw away before you even learned what happened to them. My evidence shall be presented by them” I said.

“This is outrageous!” a member cried.

“We’ll allow it” Cologne said when I shot her a warning look. I wasn’t proud of myself that I used my knowledge against her, but it had to be done.

One by one the members of The Weak told their stories unflinching at the graphic details as if it had happened to someone else. I felt proud when Mousse stood straight and tall as he told his story. He looked around his as he spoke as if defying people to say anything.

After they were done I stood up “they were forced and it could happen to anyone here” I challenged.

“Not to me” Ra Zar said and his friends laughed.

Now was my time to prove my other point and pulled out the strap on dildo that I’d borrowed from a friend. It had been embarrassing to even know that she had such a thing, let alone borrow it. There were some titters as I pulled it over my thighs and buckled it around my waits. “You care to prove that hotshot?” I asked. He looked me over with lust in his eyes. I know that he wants me and probably sees this as an opportunity to cop a few feels.

“Like I couldn’t take you?” he taunted.

“Then come and get me, lover boy” I said and started circling him. Mousse stepped forward but I put a hand out to restrain him.

The large Amazon started circling me too with a lusty look on his face. All it took was a clonk on the head and for me to sweep the legs out from under him. Before he could react I was straddling him with my fake penis pressed against his backside, he gasped in surprise. I stood up and said “I could have fucked him just now, it can happen to anyone. Would you care for more demonstrations or will you allow your sisters to come home and stop the belittling Mousse?”

“You can’t be asking that we change a law that is older then time?” a council member gasped.

“You’re the ones who make the laws; you’re the ones who can change them. Or perhaps everyone would like to a history lesson?” I threatened.

Cologne stood up “I vote we change the law” she said. I was elated when everyone agreed and the happy women ran to hug their loved ones.

“What about my daughter?” Kong Dom called the council members.

Cologne looked at her “you would be allow to bring her to the village and she would be trained with the other girls on her seventh birthday, but will never be permitted to marry an Amazon male” she replied.

“That seems kind of harsh” Kong Dom said.

“We don’t know her bloodline doesn’t carry taint” Cologne said.

“She’s a perfectly healthy two year old whom my own parents refuse to meet. What is her life going to be like if we live here?” she demanded.

“She won’t be treated any differently than the rest of the children” Cologne said.

“I’ve seen the way this village treats those who are different” she said and looked at Mousse. “No thanks, I’m returning to my job on Amanda’s farm and shall never be an Amazon again” Kong Dom said.

“You and Mei-Li shall always have a home there” Mousse said and bowed to her. Kong Dom returned his bow and left.

I thought that it was the bravest thing that I’d ever saw.

One Month Later in China: Shampoo

Shampoo and her new husband Ryoga were walking towards the village when they found a young guard on patrol. Not liking the lustful way that Ryoga looked at her, Shampoo had decided to punish her, that and she just wanted to watch Ryoga fuck her because she thought it would be fun. She’d ordered her to follow them into the forest. As the future matriarchal, the guards had to obey her every command.

Shampoo sat on log and fingered herself while Ryoga rode the weeping guard doggie style. Her armor was scattered around the site from where she’d reluctantly removed it, and then got spanked across Ryoga’s knee like a little girl for taking too long. He held onto her hips with a bruising force that was sure to leave marks in her milky skin. Shampoo had been happy to discover that the girl was a virgin and fingered herself harder when she saw the blood stains of her thighs. She liked how her large breasts bobbed as Ryoga thrust into her unwilling body, how her long orange hair tried to, but couldn’t quite conceal her nudity and how tears ran down her gorgeous face past the bruise on her cheek that Shampoo had dealt her for ‘insolence’ Despite having to do what Shampoo said, the girl had protested, especially when she was told to suck Ryoga’s cock. Despite the repugnance on her face when she did so, according to Ryoga, she was a natural. She almost threw up when he’d cum in her mouth and forced her to swallow it.

The girl gasp when she was thrown onto her back and the lost boy’s large dick was crammed back into her body, he rutted her without mercy while suckling and biting her nipples brutally. “I’m going to cum” he called to his wife as if the person beneath him was little more then a mindless sex doll.

“Then pull out and cum on that slut’s tits so she doesn’t get pregnant, the only one who’s allowed to carry your baby is me” Shampoo called back. She’d have enough anyway, she’d gotten herself off a couple of time and was bored with the scene, but did lean closer with sparkling eyes as Ryoga unloaded on the unwilling girl’s breasts with a bellow to paint them white. There was nothing like live sex to get Shampoo off.

Ryoga ignored the weeping girl and joined his wife “was she good, did you like my wedding present?” she asked him.

He gave her a long, slow kiss “ah she was okay, nothing special really. Nowhere near as good as you” he replied lovingly. “Do all the guards have to do what you say?” he asked speculatively.

“Get that out of your head, you’re a married man” she chided with a giggle. “But I guess I can allow it once in a while, as long as I get to watch” she simpered.

“I insist you watch, you get so horny afterwards” he said.

The girl stood up “please, I did as you said. Can I go now?” she pleaded.

Shampoo dispassionately examined the damage that Ryoga did to the girl, it was minor, some sore bruised looking nipples with the occasional bruise on her hips and inner thighs. “Your performance was rather miserable, but I guess your virginity was a nice present to give my husband. Yes you can go, but never tell anyone” she commanded her.

“Of course not Sister Shampoo” she said with a bow. They watched as she cleaned herself with some leaves, wiggled back into her armor and disappeared as fast as she could.

Shampoo took Ryoga’s hand and they continued on their way. She could only marvel at how easy Ryoga had been to corrupt. He loved dominating women and was a natural at it. Shampoo was his willing slave and his wife, she’d never been happier in her life. Having time to herself had allowed her to explore her natural tendencies. “We’re only about half and hour from the village and then they’ll start the ceremony right away” she explained.

“I don’t understand, why it can’t wait a few days?” Ryoga said.

Shampoo touched her belly “Ryoga Jr. has to be a secret until we’re properly married, let people believe he was conceived on our wedding night and was a couple weeks early” she explained. “You don’t mind marrying me again do you?

“I would marry you as many times as you wanted” he replied giving her a smile and her hand an affection squeeze. Then he asked the question that was on his mind “do Ranma and Mousse still live there?”

“Yes according to my great-grandmother they’re still together” Shampoo replied.

“It seems kind of fitting that Ranma’s being forced to fuck Mousse, I’d pay to see that” Ryoga said in amusement.

“They only had to on their wedding night, there’s no guarantee that they’re still having sex” Shampoo said with a shrug. “Who cares about them anyway?” she asked.

‘”Do they know that we’re coming?” Ryoga asked.

“No I thought it would be a nice surprise” Shampoo said with a look of glee.

Mousse and Ranma were walking in the market when they noticed what seemed to be a wedding going on.

“I didn’t know anyone was getting married today?” Ranma said.

“Me neither” Mousse said confused and they stepped closer so that they could see the couple.

“It’s that Shampoo and Ryoga?” Ranma said with a gasp.

Mousse could only gaze in horror, it was just like his and Ranma’s wedding, they were even dressed the same. He could tell by the way their clothes were disarrayed, that they had already exchanged blood. Was that a tattoo on Shampoo? “Nooooooooooo” Mousse screamed and wrenched Shampoo away from Ryoga.

“What are you doing Mousse? Release my wife” Ryoga demanded.

Mousse shook the petit lavender haired girl “you can’t marry Ryoga, we’re supposed to get married!” he cried.

“Let me go Mousse, I never meant that I actually would marry you” she said and wrenched herself away from Mousse.

“But you promised, you told me you loved me” he cried in anguish “I did everything you ever asked, even landscaped our old house the way you wanted it!” he cried.

“Mousse, let her go” Ranma said as she tried to tug him away She didn’t know why he was acting this way; she thought he was over Shampoo.

“What house, oh the old playhouse. You thought I was serious? We were just kids playing house” she said. “You’re interrupting my wedding” she snarled.

He seized her again “you can’t be serious, you’re supposed to wait for me!” he cried.

“Mousse I don’t love you!” she sneered. He drew back at her uncharacteristic expression.

“You were the only one who stuck by me after what happened, you said we would be married” he pleaded.

Shampoo dragged him away out of earshot “the only reason why I stuck by you was that your mother was paying me to stay with you. Yes you were so pathetic that she had to pay me to be your friend. She still was until recently as I figured I could use the money more then you, all those clothes trying to capture your wife were expensive you know, not to mention the love potions. I only suggested getting married because I figured that she might keep on supporting me in the style that I’ve become accustomed to. That became null and void after she died. Now fuck off, I’m already married to a real man and having his baby” she snarled.

Mousse flinched as if she’d slapped him “you can’t be serious, you have to be joking!” he cried.

“I don’t love you; I hate you and think you’re pathetic. Get out of my sight Mousse” she said with her eyes narrowed.

Mousse could practically hear his heart breaking as every illusion he had about Shampoo shattered. “So that is how it’s going to be, you’ll marry someone unworthy of you while I’m married to someone I can barely tolerate?” he asked in anguish, unaware the Ranma was coming to see what was happening and had heard everything.

“Barely tolerate” she said in a small voice.

Mousse whirled “Ranma?” he said.

“Barely tolerate? I share your bed, table and home, I make love to you, I do all that I can and you can barely tolerate me?” she shouted.

Mousse stepped closer “Ranma I didn’t mean....” Mousse started, realizing how bad she must feel. Then she surprised him by bursting into tears. He was flummoxed, Ranma almost never cried!

“I didn’t mean it” he yelled after her. “Ranma come back here” he cried as she ran towards home.

Shampoo smirked at her former airen’s behaviour “looks like someone can love you after all? Leave me alone, I have to finish getting married. Feel free to buy us a wedding gift” she said with a smirk.

Mousse watched her go and trudged home like a man defeated. He knocked softly on the door to Ranma’s room and found her asleep on a tear stained pillow. He looked at her and realized what a shit he’d been. Everything he’d promised his mother he had done. He had denied her, he had overlooked her. He had allowed himself to believe that she could never love him, when it was now so obvious that she did. Ranma was not only his wife but perhaps the only friend he’d had, but she was so much more then that too. She tried to make him happy, she lit up his life. He could barely imagine being without her. Yet how could she ever forgive him? He’d never been clear to her about his feelings for Shampoo. He’d denied her in public. He’d humiliated her.

He went to his room weary of life and disillusioned with everything. He sat down at his desk and wrote Ranma a long letter saying how sorry he was. How wonderful he thought her to be and how much he cared about her. He really poured his heart into his last letter to her, sealed it and left it for her on his desk. He went to write a letter to Shampoo, but couldn’t think of a thing to say and ended up throwing in the garbage. Finally he pulled out a sheet of clean paper and wrote:

To my wife Ranma I leave my entire estate except for the commercial farm, which I leave to Kong Dom and Mei-Li so that they might have an income.

He signed it and left it beside Ranma’s letter; he knew that this sort of will was crude, but still binding.

He drew out the red cloak that he’d worn to the council meeting and pulled it on, admitting what he was and always would be. With tears rolling down his face, he opened the bottle of pills and started taking two at a time, until the world started to fade and the bottle was empty. He barely managed to lie down before it fell from his nerveless hand. It rolled to rest against his desk where a picture of the three year old Shampoo and himself was propped, as if it was seeking his lost innocence.