Mousse\'s Revenge

Mousse was woken by a loud scream; he smiled, silently thanked Kami and then ran into the living room yelling, “What’s wrong my darling Shampoo?” He was rewarded with the sight of her still naked and staring at Cologne and the other Elder, Hairspray. When she saw him, she turned bright red and clutched her robe to her to hide her nudity.

“Shampoo, what’s the meaning of this?” demanded Cologne. “Why are you naked?” she asked, knowing full well that the girl had had sex, she could see the evidence on her very skin and smell it in the air. But who with? “Whom did you have sex with? Was it future son-in-law?” Cologne asked the trembling girl.

“Shampoo never have sex; am virgin” she in a small voice trying to sound convincing. She refused to look at Mousse, which is good, because he was trying not to smirk at her discomfort.

“Don’t give me that, you got drunk and had sex with someone. Who was it?” roared Cologne as she banished the empty bottle at the unhappy girl. To Shampoo this seemed like a bad dream, her head hurt, her pussy ached and she felt soiled.

“It, it……” she stuttered, convinced that she was going to wake up any second now in her own bed, fully dressed and still a virgin.

Seeing a bundle of black cloth on the floor beside the couch, Cologne bent and picked it up. It was a pair of male sleep pants, the kind that Mousse wore. Her eyes went wide with shock at the implications. Her great-granddaughter, finest warrior of her generation, future leader of the tribe, having sex with Mousse; it was unthinkable! She turned to him “Are these yours?” she demanded.

“Yes they are. Might as well just admit it, Shampoo. We’ve been lovers for a while now” He said to the Elders. He sat down on the couch beside Shampoo and put him arm around her; she shrank from him.

“Shampoo, it this true?” snarled Cologne.

“No, is not true. Mousse lie, Shampoo virgin!” she protested and pushed him away from her. Then thinking about the night before, she went bright red “Shampoo was virgin until last night” she said in a small voice.

Cologne turned to Mousse “was this your fault? Did you get her drunk and take advantage of her?” she demanded.

“No, Shampoo likes to get a little tipsy before we make love; it enhances her orgasm” he said convincingly.

“Not true, Shampoo never had sex until last night. Look, Shampoo bleed like virgin” she pleaded indicating to her blood streaked thighs.

“Yeah, had I realized that you were so close to your period, I never would have agreed to have sex with you last night” Mousse said looking convincingly disgusted.

“Mousse lie! Great-grandmother must believe never want sex with Mousse” Shampoo cried.

“Really? He scoffed and pushed his hair out of the way to bare his back to their gazes. Shampoo whimpered at the sight of the furors that she had scratched into his back at the height of her orgasm. Cologne looked on knowing exactly what scratches there meant; defensive wounds would have been on his arms and face. Ones on the back are usually caused by love play. “For someone who claims she never wanted to have sex with me, you sure marked me pretty well, my little scratch kitty” he said affectionately.

“Would someone tell me what is going on here!” demanded Cologne.

Mousse looked at her “sure, I couldn’t sleep last night so I decided to listen to some music in the living room, when Shampoo joined me wearing only her thin robe and sexy silk nightie. She took off her robe and set a bottle of tequila in front of me. She sat beside me looking all sexy and demanded that I have some shots with her. She said her friend from America had sent her the bottle and she wanted for us to try doing shots in celebration of our being alone together. I agreed to do them because I was curious, then she insisted that I do a body shot off her naked skin and removed her nightie. I licked the salt off her breasts and she started kissing me and telling me how horny she was. So we had sex, then I must have stumbled drunkenly to bed. I’m sorry Shampoo; I didn’t mean to leave you here after you passed out. I’m normally so careful to wake you when you fall asleep after we make love”


“No great-grandmother, not how happened! Everything opposite. Mousse friend from America send bottle, Mousse ask Shampoo take drink. He makes Shampoo drunk and have sex! Was Shampoo’s first time!” she protested.

He looked at her in pity “we might as well come clean. We’ve been having sex for over a year now; whenever you’re gone and a couple of times a week when she puts sleeping pills in your food. Check her nightstand; there’s a bottle of blue pills in there that she uses. Also that packaging for the bottle is still in her room, go check,” he suggested.

Cologne matched into Shampoo’s room and sure enough, found a bottle of strong sleeping pills in her nightstand.......along with half a package of birth control pills. She caught her breath at that. The packaging for the bottle was discarded on the floor and the label was clearly addresssed to Shampoo! “I see who’s lying!” she said returning the living room and presenting the evidence. “Virgins don’t use birth control!” she said showing her the package.

“Is not mine!” cried Shampoo. Mousse looked away and smirked secretly; Nabiki Tendo could really be counted on to supply you with anything, if you had the money.


“Shampoo I’m disappointed in you, you know that you are married and the only person you can sleep with is Ranma when you consummate your marriage” Cologne admonished.

“But, I no sleep with Mousse” she protested.

“Stop lying, the evidence is there on your very body. Mousse obviously has been your lover for a while now; that’s fine for him, as he can sleep with whomever he wants. But not you; you’re married according to Amazon law by kiss of death or marriage. You broke both of these vows by taking another to your bed. You are now tainted and unfit to lead the tribe,” Cologne thundered. “Then punishment for someone in your position is death by stoning.”

Shampoo stood up with as much dignity as possible, given her present circumstances. “I did nothing wrong but trust someone I thought I could. If my death is required for this crime, then so be it” she said in a steady voice in her native tongue of Mandarin. Yet she couldn’t stop her body from shaking.

Her great-grandmother watched her, proud of her warrior’s spirit and then told her the loophole. “The only way to circumvent this is if a man of your tribe defeated you before you consummated your marriage to an outsider and therefore you would technically be his. I think that this law applies in this case,” she said shrewdly. “What say you Mousse? Would you willingly take Shampoo as your wife?”

He frowned and seemed to consider the idea “I am not sure. Who knows where she’s been?” he said.

“How dare Mousse!” cried Shampoo.

“Silence child” said Cologne. She wasn’t accustomed to having to ask the duck boy for favours, but she didn’t want her great-granddaughter to be killed. “Please Mousse, make her your wife,” she requested.

He thought for a second and then said “alright, but I want her checked for purity right in front of me and for you both to sign as witnesses that it was already absent before I married her.”

Shampoo blanched, “I refused to be stripped naked in front of him, he knows why I am not a virgin!” she shrieked.

“Done” replied Cologne “go take a shower Shampoo and report back here”

With shaking legs, she tarried in the shower as long as she could. With only a towel hiding her nakedness, she walked as if to her execution.

The two Amazon elders stood at attention before her “Shampoo, you have brought shame to your family and your husband. Henceforth you shall be stripped of all your titles and your right to ever lead the tribe. You are no longer a warrior; but a simple tribal woman. You have two alternatives; marry the man who graciously agreed to take you as wife or death. Which do you choose?”

“I choose marry Mousse,” she said grimly.

“Sign here to renounce your titles and sign here to become Mousse’s betrothed,” urged Cologne. With a heavy heart Shampoo signed the document. “Remove your towel,” Cologne ordered.

Blushing, the purple haired Amazon dropped her towel and crossed her hands over her breasts. She fumed as Mousse started examining her to his leisure; he seemed to be tracing every hickey that lay like a shame spot against her pale skin. She made a slight sound of outrage as Cologne inserted her finger inside Shampoo’s vagina, as far as her first knuckle. “Hairspray, please make note that Sister Shampoo has been examining and her virginity is not intact; indicating that she has been had before by a male that is not her husband Ranma”

“Brother Mousse you have been made aware of this defect in her body. Are you still willing to accept Shampoo as wife, despite this deviation of her character as a proper Amazon Warrior?”

“I am willing to accept her and ask that the wedding be arranged as soon as possible,” he said, barely managing to suppress the glee from his voice. “Now I would like a second to talk to my future bride?”

Shampoo watched in horror as Cologne and Hairspray calmly walked away, leaving her naked with Mousse. She hastily bent to retrieve her towel, but he snatched it away from her and flung it across the room. So she covered her nudity with her hands, blushing to find herself so exposed to him again.

“I’m your husband; of course they were going to leave us alone together” he taunted her.

“Why you do this?” she cried. “You made Shampoo have sex with you!” she said and drew back her hand to smack him. She gasped when he caught it, then grabbed her other one, holding them both away from her body. She shrank, too well aware of her nudity.

“I am doing this because I am sick of how you treat me. I am sick of being told I am stupid and being called duck boy. I’m blind; not deaf. You ridicule me, you beat me and I take it from you because I thought I loved you. You flaunt your body at other men who don’t deserve you and flirt with them in front of me. No more, you’re going to pay for your treatment of me. Last night was just a taste of what’s to come. I own you wife, and it’s pay back time,” he said with an evil smile that looked so out of place on his normally friendly face. He pulled her towards him “Don’t I get a kiss from my bride?” he taunted as he pulled her firmly against him. He kissed her hard and she refused to kiss him back. She gasped in outrage when he took one of her breasts in his hand and pinched the nipple; he used that opportunity to slip his tongue inside her mouth. She squeaked in protest as she felt him harden against her belly. He pulled back a bit to look at her frightened face and whispered into her shell of an ear “We’re going to have so much fun together, wife” he said facetiously. “Or would you prefer to be stoned to death? It’s a secret you might have to ‘encourage’ me not to tell; I’m no good at keeping secrets” he taunted.

Shampoo gasped, she wasn’t a fool. She knew what he was talking about.

“I see you understand,” he said cocking his head “Are you going to be a good girl and do everything I say? It would be a shame for anything to happen to that beautiful body of yours or the two sweet Elders. who are going along with your deception. After all, I doubt the old dears would last long against a hail of stones”

She nodded miserably, not trusting herself to speak.

“Good, now kiss me properly this time. Just pretend I am Ranma again,” Mousse said with a grin. Realizing she had no choice, Shampoo plastered her naked body against his clothed one and kissed him back long and hard, trying not to shudder as his odious hands roamed cruelly all over her skin with a boldness that made her gasp. She as felt his hand pressing and exploring, her inner Amazon did a battle cry in outrage at this violation of her body, that she was powerless to do anything against.

Call me “Airen” he commanded her.

“Yes Airen” she replied dismally.