Ranma's New Fiance

Sorry Scorp, this is a Ranma-chan/Mousse pairing. Not homo, but something close.

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Mousse and Ranma both sat in the gynecologist’s office. Whenever they happened to glance at either other, they kept on blushing. “I don’t know why I had to come?” Mousse grumped.

“Who else was I supposed to ask, Ryoga?” she snarled back. She was more nervous than she cared to admit, having never been examined as a woman before, especially to determine that she might be able to carry children or not. “This does affect you too you know” she reminded him.

Mousse blushed again; this it was the white elephant in the room that no one was mentioning. That he would have to have sex with someone who was technically a man. That she, his enemy Ranma could potentially be the mother of his children. ‘He” Mousse corrected himself, ‘it’ he thought frantically. He tended to find Ranma’s curse more confusing than the animal curses. It was pretty simple in Mousse’s case: duck, not a duck. He didn’t become something cute of the opposite sex that could flirt and distract his/her enemies with a high voice and sexy mannerism. Not to mention that hot, tight little body. Mousse shook his head to clear it, ‘great now I’m becoming Kuno’ he thought. He got back to the business at hand “He will check the position of your eggs and uterus; you don’t need a full examination until you become sexually active. The entire thing should take about ten minutes” Mousse explained, having been to many of these things with Shampoo. She’d explained the procedure to him.

With each thing he said, Ranma turned as white as a sheet. The only thing that disturbed her was that something was going INSIDE her. It was bad enough that in a week’s time she would have to have Mousse’s.....” she quashed that thought and blushed. “I would love to see you go through this” she muttered to him.

No it was time for Mousse to turn white; for once he was thankful that he ended up in the spring of the drowned duck. Ducks didn’t need examinations.

“Miss Saotome?” the nurse called.

Ranma glared murderously at her.

“Be calm, you are a Miss for now” Mousse cautioned.

Ranma was in the office, she’d expected it to look more like a mediaeval torture chamber, but one room contained a generic desk and chairs and the other a table with stirrups, a scale and some other medical looking things. She wondered what the stirrups were for as she changed into the paper gown she’d been given. She didn’t mind when the doctor listen to her lungs, heart and checked her weight. In fact she was amused how little she weighed in female form.

“Now please lie down and put your feet in the stirrups” the doctor advised her. With her heart racing, she complied as he draped a paper sheet over her widely spread legs. “Please scoot down a bit towards me” he said. She complied. “A bit more” he said.

“Doc if I go down any lower, I’m falling on the floor” she said.

The doctor just gave her a look and showed her how to position herself. She found herself blushing to be so exposed; she jumped when he eased cold, lubed fingers inside her. “Please relax Miss” he said as he began to move them around while he pressed on her stomach with his other hand. Ranma forced herself to grit her teeth and bare it. It was a bit uncomfortable, but not painful and was over soon.

“Is that it?” she asked hopefully.

“Just one more thing” he said and pulled open her paper gown and placed his hand on her breast.

“What the hell are you doing?” she demanded and grabbed his wrist, flipped him forward and wrenched it behind his back.

“Miss let go of me!” the surprised doctor yelled.

Mousse looked up from his magazine at the commotion and walked toward the office Ranma was in. He’d been expecting this; Ranma was clueless about her own female body. “Sir you can’t go in there, I’m just about to call the police” the nurse said. “There’s a crazy woman in there who’s attacking the doctor.”

“Its okay let me handle this” Mousse said and pushed open the door and he almost got a nosebleed Ranma wore only a paper gown that was open in front, revealing pretty much everything, including her red pubic mount. There was no question she was a real redhead. Of course as she had little to no modesty, she just stood there pinning the doctor to the table. Mousse firmly shut the door.

“This pervert was trying to cop a feel” she snarled at him.

“I was trying to give her a breast examination” the doctor explained looking up at Mousse in a cockeyed way.

“Let him go Ranma, its normal part of the physical examination” he explained.

“Oh” she said and released him and pulled her gown closed. “Sorry I thought you were trying to grope me” she apologized.

“What the meaning of this?” the doctor demanded.

“We can explain, we just need some hot water and for you to call Dr. Tofu, whom referred us to you, to verify what you’re about to see is real” Mousse explained.

The doctor sat there stunned examining the two; yes it was true, two male teenagers before him. “I’ve never done this before, so I didn’t know what to expect and you surprised me” Ranma explained.

“If I didn’t see it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe it” the doctor said.

Ranma poured some cold water over his head and resumed her female form. “It was a bit of a shock for me too at first” she said. “Now that we’ve dealt with that, am I normal?” she asked hesitantly.

“I think that we both know the answer to that, but according to my examination you are a regular female inside and out. Is that what you wanted to know or shall I refer you and your......husband to a fertility clinic?” he asked looking dubiously at Mousse.

“I need a letter for my mother for the sake of our marriage” Ranma explained.

“That’s normal; lots of people want to know that the woman is a virgin. I’ll leave it with the nurse” the doctor said. “Just out of curiousity, can you become anything else?”

“I’m not a shapeshifter” she snapped, “nor is Mousse so normal, he becomes a duck” she said and exited the office.

After settling up their bill, Ranma trudged as slowly as she could towards her mother’s. She’d insisted on meeting her fiancé and wasn’t looking forward to the encounter.

“Could you hurry up, I have to get back to work” Mousse complained. His darling Shampoo was going to be so angry that he wasn’t there to help her during the lunch rush. He still had to find a way of this thing, perhaps murdering Ranma after their wedding and burying her in the wilds of the jungle?

Unaware that Mousse was plotting her demise; Ranma snapped “We’re almost there” then paused. “Just so you know, my mom is a little eccentric” she said just as she was about to knock on the door.

“She can’t be any crazier than your dad” Mousse said and watched as Ranma knocked on the door to a modest, but nice house. His opinion changed when the door was opened by a stately, auburn haired matron wearing a traditional kimono and carrying a huge sword.

“Pleased to meet you Mrs. Saotome, wow you really look like your daughter” Mousse said nervously.

“Ah you must be the father of my grandchildren, come in” she said.

“I guess I am” Mousse said cautiously while he sweat dropped. Ranma was ordered from the room and Mousse underwent his own examination this time while the matriarch of the Saotome quizzed on him on everything about himself from his family, right down to the style of underwear that he preferred. Some of her questions were quite invasive, but he dared not answered correctly when he recognized the fanatical look in her eyes. This was clearly a woman obsessed.

“Naturally I was a little shocked to learn about my son’s condition, but now like the fact that children can be produced in either form. Although I would rather he sticks with his own body, but if he wishes to marry you, I have no real objections” she said while polishing her sword. “That is if you intend to have children” she said warningly.

“Of course we do” Mousse said hastily.

“I’m not too crazy about him moving to China” she said.

“There will be lots of advantages for her being a female there “Mousse said.

“You know that I should enforce the contract of seppuku that her father signed that she would become a man amongst men. That obviously didn’t work” she said with distaste.

Mousse’s heart raced, he’d never known that Ranma had that hanging over her head. Her own mother wanted her to commit suicide!

“Women are superior in my village, she will be suitably honoured. They are the ones who rule. She would be a woman amongst women and therefore will somewhat have fulfilled her contract” Mousse said cautiously.

She sighed “I’m not being a hard ass, I promised her father this. The only reason why I’m agreeing to your suit of her is I would rather my only child be married in a foreign country than dead” she explained, dropping her act. “I’m sure your own mother would feel the same”

“Yes she would ma’am” Mousse agreed, finally understanding her pain. “My own mother has suffered hardships when it comes to me, yet somehow always welcomes me when I come home” he said with a quirky smile that was returned. “We’ll have a nice house that you’ll always be welcome in. I promise I’ll take care of her and she’ll have every advantage that a warrior of her caliber deserves. We might not want children right away, we’re both still a little young for that step” he said when she looked at him sharply. “But as soon as we’re ready, we’ll start trying” he promised her.

“Do you care for her?” she asked him.

“I love another, but she won’t lack from respect and friendship from me. For a marriage of convenience, that’s the best I can do” Mousse said.

“You seem honest and you seem kind, I trust you to look after Ranma” she said.

Nodoka summoned Ranma “your fiancé and I have come to an understanding. I shall allow this marriage and for your move to China. He’s explained to me about how their society is governed and assures me that you’ll become a woman amongst women there. This would fulfill your contract in a sense, however if you fail to do so, the seppuku contract is revived” she said in her usual crazed voice and raised her sword threateningly at Ranma.

“ThanksmomiagreegoshlookatthetimeMoussewehavetogo” she said and pushed him nervously out the door. “Well that was weird, hope she wasn’t too nuts with you” she said to him.

Mousse thought back on the conversation “nah, she’s just a mother worried about her child” he replied to Ranma’s incredulous look.

Ranma was surprised when she got a note from Shampoo asking her to meet her in a park. It was a much different Shampoo that met her, gone was the bimbo act and flirtatious ways. She wore the traditional baggy two piece garment of her tribe and was the way she was always meant to be, an Amazon warrior.

“Thanks for coming Ranma” she said in flawless Japanese. “I wanted to give you one more chance to change your mind” Shampoo said.

“Threatening Akane isn’t going to help” she said.

“This isn’t about Akane, it’s about Mousse. There are things that you don’t know about him” she said.

“What would that be?” Ranma asked.

“Mousse’s considered damaged goods where we’re from, he’s weak” she declared.

“He’s not weak, he could use some new moves, but he’s pretty good” Ranma protested.

“Weak isn’t a description, it’s a title. When women are raped they leave the village in shame and go into exile, when it happens to men they are weak and all know it. Even handicapped males make fun of them” she explained.

Ranma stopped short in surprise “Mousse was raped?” she said, she couldn’t imagine anyone being able to take him down. “Wait how old was he at the time?” she asked.

“He was eight when it happened” Shampoo replied.

Ranma felt sick to her stomach, “how many men?” she asked, understanding his nightmares.

“Four, I was there at the time, he sounded just like a girl” Shampoo offered.

Ranma looked at her; her face was as impervious as a mask. She had antisocial personality disorder he realized, he’d read about that on Wikipedia when he’d become curious about what might be causing the Kuno family delusions.

“Why didn’t run for help? You could have prevented it” Ranma said.

“They might have caught me too, I couldn’t jeopardize my future. I knew when they came to the bridge that something was wrong with them, so I hid. Mousse wasn’t nearly so smart and he got raped” she said causally. “You can’t marry a weak man; they aren’t expected to marry all. It could ruin your chances of any political advancement” she said. “I can offer you marriage on the same terms and conditions that you agreed to. You would be my airen but still could hold power as a woman; that isn’t normally offered to a male” she said.

“Five years with you? I don’t think so; you would force any love potion you could get you hands on down my throat. I’ll take my chances with Mousse” Ranma said, she’d never felt so repulsed in her life. “You should be ashamed of yourself for holding a child’s rape against them” she chided her.

“I don’t make the rules; even his own mother was ashamed of him. She moved them out to their old farm house rather than face his daily shame. She now is an elder only in name alone. She used to be powerful once, but she chose him” Shampoo said with a smirk.

“Sorry you can tell Cologne that my engagement remains the same. I think I’m going to like my mother-in-law” Ranma said with conviction.

“Very well stick Mousse; you’ll come to hate him simply because he’s a man you’ll have to be monogamous to. If I’m still single, I’ll look you up in five years. You won’t reject me then, you’ll be too sexually frustrated to.” Shampoo said.

“Think again” Ranma declared.

“Very well, you going to tell Mousse that we had this conversation? Not that I care if you do, he wouldn’t believe it” Shampoo said.

“No, it would break his heart to find out that his Shampoo doesn’t exist” Ranma replied.

“I’ve always been a great actress” she said

“I just want to know why he thinks you’re going to marry him.” Ranma asked.

“I told him I would; someday. I lied” she replied and faded into the night.