Ranma's New Fiance

Just so we're all clear, this shall not be a Ranma/Akane pairing at any point. I was just implying that promises of undying love made at sixteen rarely lasts and seem silly when the pair is reunited as adults. This is what is going on here, how people grow and change, especially people in an unusual situation like a marriage of convenience.

Besides, I don't much care for Akane and only tend to use her as a side character for the most part.

Sid

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Ranma walked nervously towards her soon-to-be groom, he wore a plain black robe with trailing sleeves and a red obi at his waist. She, herself wore a red one with a black obi and was embarrassed that she wore nothing underneath it. It was explained to her that if people were able to spot underclothing, that it meant that you were opposed to the match. It was her wedding day and she was a nervous wreck. The week leading up to her departure for China had been a blur of language lessons, rules of etiquette to be learned and vows recited until they were said to perfection. She knew what was expected of Mousse and herself and resolved to do it all, especially now that she was sworn to protect not one person, but two.

Flashback Ranma

Ranma had been sad to leave Akane (especially Akane) and the rest of the Tendos' but had told them that she would be back. Than she'd boarded the plane bound for China.

Mousse had been ecstatic at the idea of seeing his mother again. It was endearing to hear him brag about her wisdom, stunning good looks and bravery. He truly loved her and had missed her while in Nerima. When they exited the plan, Ranma looked to see if a goddess was waiting for them. She'd been described as being tall, pale and muscular with amber eyes and black hair that fell to her knees. When a tall woman with short, cropped dark hair shouted Mousse's name and enveloped him in a hug, Ranma was a little surprised. She was far too pale and thin for her frame. Mousse noticed this too.

"Mother, are you okay? You've lost weight. What happened to your hair?" he asked.

She did the same sort of giggle laugh that Mousse did when he felt self-conscious "I've been so busy that sometimes I forget to eat. As for my hair, I got so sick of having to take care of it that I just chopped it off one day" she explained to him and then quickly turned to Ranma. "You must be Ranma, we met the time you came to the village and beat the pants off Shampoo, well done. My name is Amanda Lo, before you ask about the western name; it used to be Lo Shen. I got sick of the bathroom product names, they're so screwy. I read the name Amanda in a book and loved it, so I got it legally changed" she explained.

"Sorry I don't remember you, I was a little flabbergasted that I was about to die at Shampoo's hands" Ranma said shaking her hand, liking the older woman immediately.

"I'll go get our luggage" Mousse volunteered and darting away.

"Why were you lying to your son about your condition?" Ranma asked her point blank, she'd never been one to beat around the bush.

Amanda seemed to respect that "I haven't seen Mousse for almost a year and it's his wedding day tomorrow. Now is not the time to tell him that I'm dying of bone cancer" she admitted.

"Haven't you sought treatment?" Ranma asked, her heart going out to Amanda.

"I've had both radiation and surgery, they get rid of one tumour and another one takes its place. It's not treatable anymore. I've been given a year to live" she explained. "Promise not to tell him yet?"

Ranma glanced over to where Mousse was easily carrying their packs and suitcases. He smiled tenderly at his mother, his love for her was so apparent. "I promise" she said.

End Flashback

Ranma reached the end of the 'aisle' and stood before the priestess. On either side of her stood a fully armored warrior burnishing her sword, Ranma privately thought of them as bridesmaids. Mousse hadn't worn his glasses and looked as sweetly nervous as she. Ranma had been rather surprised to find out what an Amazon wedding consisted of, but not that surprised.

"Sister, present your dagger" the priestess intoned. Ranma fished it from its thigh sheath under the voluminous folds of her robe. The priestess touched it, blessed it and than looked at Mousse. "This man defeated you honourably according to our laws. Although he is one of The Weak, you have chosen to marry him and he hasn't deceived you into believing otherwise. He wishes to wed you. His life is in your hands; you may take your dagger and kill him now without any repercussions. Do you take his life or his kiss?" she asked. At this point Mousse opened his robe to bare his breast and moved her dagger so that it rested right over his heart and waited for her answer.

"This is my body, my blood and my soul, I give them all to you" he intoned.

"I take his kiss" Ranma replied "and his blood" she said and pressed the tip of her dagger against his skin until a spot of blood welled up, now came the part she didn't like and couldn't believe that they still did it in the age of AIDS. She pressed her lips against his cut licked away the blood, then reversed the dagger and handed it to him. She parted her own robe to expose the top of her breasts.

"This is my body, my blood and my soul; I give them all to you. Take my blood and give me your kiss airen. I promised that with this weapon I shall defend the house that you clean and the daughters we shall spawn together" she said back. Mousse took the dagger and made just the faintest scratch on her breast, kissed it and licked it away the blood. Then reached for her and kissed her. That was it, they were married.

The taste of blood on his lips should have been gross, but it seemed to intoxicate her. He deepened their tentative kiss and almost shyly eased his tongue inside her mouth to explore her velvety depths. She gripped his robe and drew him until he was completely pressed against her. She felt lightheaded and again her nipples were hard and the throbbing was back between her legs.

"You might want to save some of that for the wedding night" Amanda said in flawless Japanese, as she was the one that taught it to Mousse. Both blushed and pushed away.

Mousse Flashback

"Shampoo promise me that you'll wait for me" he tried again. "You promised me that we would marry someday" he begged.

"I no want to anymore" she said. "You go back to China and marry Ranma and you'll never see me again" she said.

"You told me you loved me" Mousse said, feeling the tears about to start.

"I never did, loved Ranma. Never Weak Mousse" she said.

"Will you at least see me off at the airport?" he said in a defeated tone of voice.

"No, Shampoo wants to spend tonight prowling in cat form and won't be home for when you leave. Have nice life Mousse" she said and left the apartment.

Mousse slouched and didn't bother to follow her. He'd packed everything he owned and now the barren room looked like it was his even less. It was just crappy attic space that he'd shared with the other discarded junk. He pulled out his pills and wondered if now the time was to end it all, than slipped them into his pack. Shampoo would miss him and come find him. He knew that she would; she had to.

He sat on the plane feeling with pain every mile that put him between his love and himself. Ranma lay asleep beside him. He thought about smothering her with a pillow and signaled to the flight attendant "could I have a pillow and blanket please?" he asked her.

"What are you thinking of Mousse?" Cologne asked him suspiciously, she'd gone with him to bear witness to their engagement.

"I think that she might be more comfortable with these" he replied and maneuvered the pillow under her head and covered her with the blanket. She shifted so that she was cuddling the pillow. 'She's really cute' Mousse thought and than blushed at this.

He had to admit that she looked beautiful in her bridal robes. Her loose, wavy hair cascaded down her back to signify that she was a virgin. He could hear people making remarks of approval on her appearance and felt slightly proud of himself. He watched her while she recited her vows back to him, she'd been taught well and her delivery was flawless. Though she didn't seem to much care for the blood sharing, he'd been slightly amused by her look of distaste when she licked his wound. Still their kiss had electrified him and he hoped that his robe didn't show the state of his arousal.

End Flashback

Ranma

Ranma blushed as she was carried through town towards her honeymoon hut; she wore only a sheer white sheet that was wrapped around her at the top of her breasts that allowed her pubic mount to show and the shadows of her nipples. On her head was a wreath of white flowers and she was carried on a wooden platform by four attractive shirtless, oiled up Amazon males. Apparently she was supposed to represent their tonight; however Ranma just felt overly exposed and idiotic, especially when people kept touching her sheet for luck.

The banquet after their wedding had been fun, even though Mousse was pretty tense, so she could only guess what his 'friends' were saying to him. Then she'd been spirited away by the girls and him by the boys to prepare for their wedding night. She'd already been bathed with strict instructions to wash her 'petals' well.

"Why?" she asked in confusion.

"So you'll be nice and fresh when he eats you" a girl proficient in both languages explained.

"Mousse's going to eat me?" Ranma said in alarm, thinking perhaps these people were cannibals.

"Oh you really are a virgin? It means that he's going to lick your pussy to make you wet for when he makes love to you. You'll enjoy it, our males are well taught in the art of pleasing a woman" she explained in amusement. Ranma could only gap at her and wonder why anyone would want to do that!

As Ranma was perfumed and dressed in her goddess attire to be carried their honeymoon hut, Mousse was already there with his male friends drinking sake. He honestly was getting sick of their gay jokes and felt like just skipping the small cup and drinking straight from the bottle. He refrained because no matter what his personal feelings about Ranma were, she deserved more then a drunken rut.

"So Mousse, never thought you'd marry a female.....sort of" one of them taunted him.

"True which half of Ranma do you really enjoy?" another one asked.

"The pretty one" Mousse said with a sigh. He was way too used to being the 'butt' of everyone's jokes.

"Bottom up you mean?" the first one said. "Gotta admit for a sexually dubious girl, she has a hot ass"

Mousse opened his mouth to retort, when a chime sounded, signaling that Ranma was about to enter the hut. She was kissed on the cheek by each female that accompanied her while Mousse's friend's filed out with a whispered, "fuck her well" flung over their shoulder until only one remained.

Ranma was nervous when she entered the hut but felt a little better that Mousse looked just as scared. She managed to resist the urge to cover herself with her hands at how exposed she was. Mousse gulped as the remaining male removed his robe and he was left clad in just a loin cloth. The male retreated to his niche and blindfolded himself discreetly.

Ranma caught her breath; she'd never realize what a nice body Mousse had now that she was looking at him through feminine eyes. The testosterone in her body was slowly being by estrogen and she was starting to think differently. His chest was broad and muscular with wide shoulders and powerful arms. Yet he was slender and long limbed. He looked like a young god who could have been carved out of marble with his pale, smooth skin. This was highlighted by his long, silky black flow of hair and jewel toned eyes. She could feel her nipples hardening.

"Ranma are you okay?" he asked taking her hesitation as fear.

"Yes" she said nervously having a seat on the sumptuous futon as there was no where else to sit.

Mousse took her hand and sat beside her. "It will only hurt for a second" he promised her.

"I guess I'm being silly" she said with a nervous laugh.

"We'll go slowly until you're ready" Mousse promised.

"Would you kiss me again?" Ranma asked, unaware how cute she looked and how desperately Mousse wanted to.

Mousse leaned over and captured her lips in a teasing kiss; it was light with just a little tongue that made her crave more. It was her that drew him closer and deepened their kiss while her finger twined in his hair. Mousse's breathing was becoming ragged as her tongue ravished his mouth. With a groan he scooped her up and set her on his lap. Her hard little bottom pressed against him and he moaned. His trembling hands undid her sheet and laid her bare to his eyes. She gulped nervously but didn't try to stop him as he examined her nervous form. He'd seen her pretty much naked before but hadn't registered her long legs, her beautifully flared hips, her heartbreakingly small waist that he could span with his hand and her firm, upstanding breasts. Most Amazon women chose to be on top for their wedding nights, but knowing Ranma's lack of sexual knowledge, Mousse chose to take charge and lay her down.

"I don't know how to do this" she said nervously.

"Just relax and let me take care of you" Mousse whispered to her and gave her another slow kiss, before turning his attention to preparing her body. She mewed slightly as he first lightly pinched her nipples and then lightly suckled them. She moaned as his large hands molded her body; every caress seemed to ignite a spark in her until it felt like her whole body was on fire. She was already slick and throbbing with need when fingers hands finally explored her pussy. She gasped out his name as one of his finger slipped inside her virginal sheath, and then another to dance inside her until her sparks became a blaze and she came like a rocket. As her body relaxed she became aware that he wasn't done with her. His mouth claimed her pussy and he explored her pink interior and managed to coax her shy clitoris from its hood to ravish it. She found out why people wanted to be eaten, he really, really proved his point well as his magic fingers and talented tongue brought her to another orgasm.

Leaning back Mousse asked "are you ready Ranma?" he asked her softly. His own cock was swollen with need and he longed to launch himself into her unexplored virgin channel.

She nodded nervously; she felt extremely sensitive after cumming, but still throbbed with need. "Yes, I want to do this" she said bravely and helped him undo his loin cloth until it fell from him and the long, smooth column of his veined shaft sprang into view. Ranma was a little surprised by his size, she didn't consider her male self to be small by any means, but Mousse appeared to be much larger. Mousse leaned down and repeated the vow that she said when they first got engaged, as the man was supposed to say it prior to taking her virginity. He fastened his lips to hers and with a surge of his hips, broke through her fleshy barrier to stretch and fill her. He caught her gasp of pain and cuddled her close until it dissipated. "Its okay" he whispered and began to move inside her at a deep, slow pace.

Ranma cried out at the initial invasion and appreciated the strong arms around her; it still felt a bit uncomfortable at first when Mousse's cock slowly stroked inside her. He seemed to be searching for something inside and she mewed with surprise when he found her sweet spot. He readjusted himself so that he hit it with each stoke until Ranma was moaning with pleasure, unable to believe that sex with a man could be so intense. Their bodies slapped together as she started fucking back against him full bore, until she came furiously. Mousse bit his lip to stop himself from joining as her cum flooded onto him and her vaginal walls tried to milk him. She was so hot and tight, he'd never felt anything like it in his life. Her long, drawn out cries were music in his ears and he started plunging inside her to elicit another from her lovely throat while her full breasts brushed his chest. His large hands gripped her buttocks as he encouraged her to move in time with him until she came even harder. Sweat dripped from their bodies and his hair clung to his back.

He adjusted his angle and pulled her legs straight up so each frantic stroke hit her g-spot and his pubic mount ground against her clit. Ranma was past the point of even pretending that she wanted this over with, she was tight in passions grip and shaking with pending release. This time her orgasm caused him to twitch inside her and unload his own hot spunk to paint her cervix hot white, and then he collapsed on her in a panting heap. He was careful to keep his full weight off the equally out of breath girl.

He shared a lazy kiss with her and checked to see if there was any disgust in her features. He saw only the rosy glow of a woman well satisfied. "How was it?" he asked her tentatively. He pulled out the cloths that were left for cleaning up and helped Ranma remove the sperm and blood from her pussy and thighs. He didn't worry about the sheets; they would be presented to the council the next day as proof that their marriage had been consummated.

"I never knew sex could be like this or I would have had it a long time ago" she said with a satiated smile.

"I enjoyed it too" Mousse admitted shyly.

"I guess that we don't have to do this again" Ranma said in a slightly regretful tone of voice.

"Yes you're right" Mousse said feeling kind of disappointed. He wanted to do this again, it had been incredible.

"I guess we should get some sleep" Ranma suggested, waiting for Mousse to suggest that they continue making love in the future, but he didn't know how to ask that anymore than she did.

They both fell asleep in each other's arms with the tiny Ranma spooned by the larger Mousse. She smiled when he brushed her cheek with a good night kiss on the edge of her sleep.