Ranma's New Fiance

Mousse was in his room getting ready for bed. He’d taken his robe off and was examining the bruises there on his ribs; some of them were quite large and painful. He wondered why Shampoo had changed; she used to be such a sweet, carefree girl when she lived in their village. She was popular and had left a trail of broken hearts in her wake, not just Mousse’s. All that had changed when she met Ranma and started to chase him incessantly, she’d become bitter and obsessive. Yet she hid this from the people of Nerima behind a cheery smile and sunny demeanor. Only Mousse saw her true face when she came to take out her frustrations on him and he let her because he needed her, even if it meant being Ranma’s whipping boy. He tensed when his bedroom door opened and Shampoo entered his room, her face was a mask of rage and she walked purposefully. He shivered, he recognized that look, so would have many abused wives. “You can’t marry him. I’ve tried to claim him for over a year, you can’t just waltz in and take my prize” she hissed like the cat she was.

“Shampoo, I don’t want to marry him and certainly never fought for him hand, I fought for you. I don’t want this, I love you. I need you” Mousse pleaded.

“Then fix this, refuse him and leave” she said.

“If the council says that I have to marry Ranma, then I don’t have a choice. I can’t go into exile, that would mean that I wouldn’t be able to see my mother” Mousse said.

“So seeing your Mommy is more important to you then your ruining my life and taking away the man I love?” she cried.

Something in Mousse snapped “how can you say you love him, you don’t even know him. When have you ever gone a date or even had a decent conversation with him? What’s his favourite colour?” he demanded.

“Why the hell should that matter?” she cried back.

“You don’t love him, you’re obsessed with him. You treat him like he’s a man sized trophy, you all do. No wonder he wants out!” Mousse snapped. He remembered to cover his face this time when she fell upon him in a fit of rage. She was a bundle of flying fists and kicking legs until her anger abated and she left his room without a word as she always did when her fit was over. Mousse leaned up painfully, despite his trying to save his face so that he would be presentable as waiter; she’d managed to bloody his nose. He touched his tender ribs, she’d broken three this time and his knee felt stiff, perhaps a pulled tendon? He didn’t know why she’d turned violent with him, but she’d started escalating and her cycles of abuse becoming shorter. Mousse drew in a shuddering breath and wiped the tears away. He was surprised when Cologne came into his room and handed him a bag of ice.

“Why do you let her do that to you?” she asked him.

“You know why” Mousse answered wearily.

“She’s going to kill you at this rate. Perhaps it would be better if you married Ranma?” she suggested

“I can’t, I need Shampoo” Mousse said bitterly. “Why are you encouraging Ranma anyway?”

“Our tribe needs fresh blood, we’re becoming too interbred. Ranma has martial arts skills that he can teach us and we’ll become invincible. I don’t care whether he comes in through marriage to you or marriage to Shampoo, either way he’s destined to become an Amazon. She’d have more advantages coming in as your wife; she could become a warrior and perhaps even obtain a place on the high council. That would be an advantage to your family.” She said persuasively.

“I can’t do it” Mousse said.

“If the council says you must, then you will” Cologne said and departed.

Mousse allowed the hopelessness of his situation to settle in and started sobbing. To make himself feel a little better, he reached under his futon and fished out the bottle of pills. He’d stolen them from Cologne; she took so much medications that she hadn’t missed them. Mousse had done research on these pills and knew exactly how many to take at a time so that his stomach wouldn’t reject them, his death would be quick and painless. He imagined the pure silence, no more loneliness, no more longings, no more pain. It sounded like bliss to him. He wouldn’t have to think about THAT anymore. Shampoo, she was the only thing keeping him alive. As long as there was even the slimmest chance that he could be her spouse, he would live. As soon as all hope was gone, so was he. He refused to live in the world without her.

Flashback to THAT

They‘d been sold a cow that was diseased by an Amazon and all of their other cows caught it, so they came for revenge, determined to take it from the first woman they found. What they found was a child at play, Mousse was eight and was throwing sticks in the water and running to the other side of the bridge to watch them wash by. With his long dark hair, large green eyes and pretty features they thought he was a girl. First they had played with him, fetching sticks to throw until the child laughed with pleasure. Mousse had been confused when his playmates ripped his clothes off. They voiced displeasure to find out that he was a male, but they solved this problem by pushing his face into the damp grass and used him as a woman anyway. Mousse had cried out at the relentless pain as they used his poor, defenseless body as a lover. He’d tried to fight them, but they were too strong for him so, he endured things a child shouldn’t know about. Shampoo was the one who found his naked, bleeding form and ran to fetch his mother.

It had been a slow, painful recovery and his mother looked at him with new eyes: a mixture of pity and shame. He could no longer see this when the infection set in and his eyes were ruined for life.

Shampoo came to visit him everyday and his childhood crush on her had turned to a desperate love, he needed her for his very survival. She would keep the bad men away from him and her wash him clean with her love. He would give her the part of his innocence that hadn’t been stolen from him that day, on that day he would become a man. She was his salvation, she was his life.

End Flashback

Ranma

Ranma had bolted the door to her room and sat naked on her futon with a mirror and a book. She’d paid Nabiki to get her this book; it was on the female reproduction system. She blushed as she looked from the labeled drawing of a vagina and compared it with what was reflected in the mirror tucked between her widely spread legs. She’d never sexually experimented in this form before, it just seemed too weird. She molded her large breasts with her hands and blushed when she remembered that Kasumi told her that they would get larger as she grew. ‘Larger then this?’ she questioned. Then ran her hand down her taut belly and spread the petals of her sex. She gasped at how strange the pink interior looked and made herself examine it and identify each part. She touched it experimentally and ran her finger down the slit, it was slightly moist to the touch and she sniffed her finger. It didn’t smell unpleasant. She looked for her clit and then remembered that it hid beneath a hood, seeing a fold of skin at the top of her slit, she gently pushed it back. She looked at the tiny, rosy triangle of skin and touched it tentatively. She jumped at how sensitive it was and made herself massage it lightly, she moaned at the sensation and felt herself getting damp. She applied more pressure and flushed when a blot of pleasure shot through her. Soon she found just the right amount of pressure and could feel coils of desire tightening in her belly; she recognized the feeling of impending orgasm and redoubled her efforts, until she came with a muffled scream. She allowed her body to relax and eased a trembling finger inside herself; she gasped at the alien feeling of it and quickly withdrew it.

She tried to imagine having Mousse inside her and felt slightly queasy about the idea. She knew that the wedding night was closely monitored and that she would have to make love to him least once. He’d already warned her about this. Because in their culture marriage by combat was the norm, they made sure that the marriage was consummated at all costs. The woman was examined by a council member before and the morning after and a blindfolded person remained in the hut all night long to make a report to the high council. Could she actually go through with the act of making love to a man? Would Mousse expect her to do it again? She couldn’t see him forcing himself on her; the idea was laughable because she’d kill him. Did he think her pretty?

She dismissed these thoughts and quickly dressed for her interview with her fiancées and family. She walked into the dojo and grinned that Shampoo hadn’t showed, one down, three more to go. Ukyou, Kodachi and Akane all looked surprised to see her in female form. She bowed to her mother, “hi mom” she said to Nodoka.

She looked confused at Genma and said “why is Ranko calling me mother?”

He sweat dropped, poured the pitcher of iced tea over his head and held up a sign that read “don’t ask me, I’m just a panda”

Ranma sighed and pulled out the kettle she had ready “nice try pop” she said pouring it over his head and then looked into his mother’s eyes “I’m Ranma. Just how father becomes a panda, I become a girl” she said and poured the kettle over her head. Nodoka gasped when she became a he.

“So this is true?” she asked.

“Yes and I’m not committing seppuku because of something I can’t help. I called everyone here because I’m leaving; I’m moving to china” he announced.

“You’re not going to live with that hussy Shampoo?” Ukyou demanded.

“No but I am getting married” Ranma answered.

“To who?” Ukyou asked.

“Mousse” Ranma said and let it sink in.

“So you are a pervert” Akane said.

“You can’t possibly marry a guy” Ukyou said.

“I can and I will, I’m dissolving my engagements to all of you effective immediately. I’m marrying someone who will allow me to gain a whole new life. I’m going to be an Amazon warrior, so that means that I don’t need a restaurant, a mansion or a dojo” Ranma snapped. “I’m sick of being malleted by an ill mannered tomboy and groped and chased by the of you. Grow up and find someone else” he cried. “As for you, you’re the worse father ever. These are all your fault” he said indicating the fiancées. The he turned to his mother “and you, what sort of mother wants to make her husband and son kill themselves for so stupid a reason? Become a man among men, feh. Thanks I’d rather live as a woman and I shall. Don’t bother disowning me, I disown you” Ranma said.

Nodoka thought this through and asked the question that was on everyone’s minds, “when you marry this Chinese man do you intend to have sexual relations with him?”

Ranma blushed “a-apparently we shall have to on the wedding night at least”

“When your body is female, is it complete?” she asked sharply.

“It seems to be” Ranma said reluctantly.

“Well find out, I will accept this situation if you can carry a child. I want grandchildren” she said. “Get a doctor’s examination and bring me proof, then we shall discuss this further” she said and rose to her full height.

“But Ranma’s supposed to marry Akane” Genma whined.

“Shut up, it’s your fault that we’re in this mess. I should have never let you take him” she said.

The fiancées waited for his parents to leave and then crowded around Ranma “I meant what I said. Kodachi, I never asked you to marry me in the first place. Seek help for your delusions. Akane, I like you, but find you too violent. You need anger management classes. Ukyou, I don’t want to own a restaurant. Marry someone else; don’t think I didn’t see you kissing Ryoga that time. I’m through with you all” Ranma declared, feeling in control of his life for once. One by one the girls left until there was only Akane.

“What does Mousse have to say about all of this?” she asked him.

“I can handle Mousse, he’s a nice guy and we seem to get along. It might do him good to get away from Shampoo for a while” Ranma declared.

“You can’t play games with other people’s hearts. He won’t thank you for separating him from the woman that he loves and it will come back to bite you on the ass” Akane cautioned.

“I need his help to change my life and it has worked so far. He’ll thank me alright when he’s married to the most powerful woman in the tribe and is well respected as result” Ranma said.

“I pity you for your lack foresight” Akane said and walked away.

Ranma was pondering this when Shampoo showed up. She didn’t jump on him like usual and simply said in a sedate tone of voice “great-grandmother sent me; she got the answer back from the council and needs to see Mousse and yourself right away”