Just Like a Dream

Mousse didn’t have wait for too long, within minutes of the tea steeping to perfection, there was a knock on his door. He opened the door to a more mature feminine version of his own face, while three younger clone-like versions of the same woman hovered behind her. His mother was taller then Mousse and wore her hair parted in the middle and straight down her back, revealing a noble brow and black eyebrows like elegantly arched crows wings above her crystalline green eyes. She was thirty two but looked closer to twenty five, the elegant woman still had many men challenging her hand but refused all of them. Her love was only for her children and Mu Tzu worried her the most.

Mu Tao Lee didn’t even bother asking for permission, but simply went into the next room to study the small female asleep on the bed. She felt a stab of lust, not for the prone female, but for her fire-bright hair. None of the Amazons had red hair and she imaged her grandchildren being the envy of all with this unique colour. They would be prized on the marriage market and guaranteed to make excellent matches to further the Mu family, which was already known for its unique beauty. Her own husband had been a distance cousin and by some whacky coincidence, had the same flawless porcelain skin, midnight black hair and green eyes as herself; it had been like making love to a masculine clone of herself. The girl was very short; this rather disappointed her, but as her son was tall. ‘Perhaps this deficiency wouldn’t show in their off spring?’ she reasoned. She appeared to be well formed however and she looked athletic even in a bulky sleep robe and hidden beneath blankets. Her face was beautiful, more child then woman at this present stage of her life, her full lips were complimented by a cute little button nose and her eyelashes long, framed by the elegant sweep of her eyebrows, and then there was all that thick gorgeous wavy hair. ‘She’ll do’ Mu Tao Lee thought, without once acknowledging her son standing silently at her side.

“Who is she?” she whispered, not wishing to wake the exhausted looking girl.

“She’s Ranma Saotome” Mousse said, knowing full well that his mother had already assessed the supposed female as bridal material. Of course she would have accepted Ranma in a heartbeat; she would have probably gladly accepted a cross-eyed, hunchbacked girl with the face of a mule as daughter-in-law, rather then Shampoo.

Mu Tao Lee wrinkled her brow in confusion “Ranma? Isn’t that the name of your enemy who stole Shampoo away from you?” she asked.

“Yes” Mousse said.

She turned her gaze back to the girl in her son’s bed “Shampoo’s gay now?” she asked.

Mousse tittered silently “no, Ranma’s a man. He’s Jusenkyo cursed like me; I become a duck and he becomes a girl” he explained.

Comprehension dawned on her, but she still didn’t dismiss Ranma as a possible candidate for her son’s hand. People who fell in the spring of the drowned young girl could still have children. Anyone was better then Shampoo! After all, everyone knew that people with purple hair were inherently stupid. “How did she come to be here?” she asked.

Mousse looked confused “I don’t know, I left him in Japan and she turned up here” he said with a shrug. “She swam all the way, I don’t know why” he said.

She was about to answer when Ranma frowned in her sleep and started searching the sheets for something “Mousse?” she said in a panicked tone of voice, indicating her distress at him missing. Mu Tao Lee watched in astonishment as her son clasped her hand to still it and stroked it until she relaxed in sleep, then carefully tucked her arm back under the covers. ‘He’s in love with her and he doesn’t even realize it’ Mu Tao Lee thought with the force of thunder. She smiled a secretive smile at the notion, it was perfectly normal for two men or two women to marry in their tribe and being Jusenkyo cursed wasn’t uncommon. Some of the gay couples even chose for one of them to become a woman, by seeking out the spring of the drowned young girl, if they wanted to have children. Therefore, the idea of her son being in an unusual relationship didn’t bother her. Mousse motioned for her to come into the other room with him and closed the door softly behind them. She was disappointed to see his bedroll set up. ‘Was Ranma a virgin?’ she questioned herself silently, she was pretty sure that Mu Tzu was still one.

“What do you intend to do with her?” she asked.

“Wait until she wakes up and find out what she wants. There’s got to be some reason why she came to China” Mousse said in a mystified tone of voice.

Mu Tao Lee’s smiled at him “I’m sure there is” she said simply, and then laughed when he leapt out of the way just in time to avoid his sister’s chains. Gel was a martial arts buff like her brother, who was training to be an Amazon guard and with Mousse’s old master concurrently.

“To slow” he declared, his fifteen year old sister was almost as tall as him and they could have been twins. She wore a matching white robe, like her brother and had affected the same long pageboy hairstyle that Mousse favoured. All of his sisters had their hair styled this way as imitation was the sincerest form of flattery.

His younger sister was Lipstick, she was thirteen and she was the girly one of the bunch, he’d attended many of her tea parties wearing silly flowered hats when they were both younger.

Finally there was Aftershave, she was eleven and had no filter on her mouth. She was blunt and plain spoken, to the point of embarrassment; like now.

Aftershave turned to see a confused looking Ranma hovering in the bedroom doorway and said “are you going to be my sister-in-law?”

Ranma had awoken to the sound of people talking softly and went to investigate. She honestly wasn’t sure where she was. She hugged the large robe she wore to her; it was so huge on her that it trailed behind her and stepped cautiously into the light coming from the other room. All five people turned to look at her when the smallest female asked Ranma a question that she couldn’t comprehend. Ranma recognized Mousse, but was overwhelmed by the look-alike females with him. “Mousse, where am I?” she asked him.

He took her hand and led her forward “this is my family” he explained, trying to sooth the confused girl. Ranma was introduced to his family and then Mousse’s mother tactfully suggested that they leave, sensing that Mousse and Ranma needed to talk.

Ranma felt suddenly shy to be alone with Mousse, she watched as Mousse put some food on a plate and gestured for her to sit down with him. Swallowing nervously, she lowered herself onto the mat. She picked up her chopsticks and forced herself to eat in slow, measured bites for once, while serendipitously studying him. “This is good” she broke the silence with.

“What are you doing here Ranma?” Mousse asked her without preamble. “I doubt that you swam all the way here to compliment me on my cooking” he said turning his gaze upon her.

Ranma opened her mouth and then closed it again “I came because...” she started and almost finished it with ‘I love you’. She did love him, she realized, that’s why she was so hurt that he’d left without even saying goodbye. That’s why she came here; she needed to be see him. She started again “I came because you didn’t even say goodbye. How could you do that to me!” she raged.

Mousse looked surprised at her anger “I didn’t intend to hurt you” he said. “What’s happening between us is weird and I can’t handle it” he admitted.

“Then you feel it too” Ranma said. Mousse nodded and refused to look at her. Ranma summoned all of her bravery and finally said out loud, her real feelings for the other boy “iloveyou” she muttered so fast that the words all slurred together and were barely decipherable. She gasped at the end, her fear of death over, she had said it and now there was no going back!

Her faced turned almost the colour of her hair when Mousse said “what?”

“I-I love you” she stammered and then threw herself on his lap and kissed him before he could object. Mousse gasped and then held her at arms length.

“Ranma” he said in a strangled voice. “I’m not gay!”

“Mousse I’m a woman right now. Don’t you think I’m pretty?” she asked and pushed the robe off herself and stood naked and trembling before Mousse. “I don’t know if it makes me gay that I love you, but I do. Does this look like a man’s body to you?” she asked almost desperately, trying to make Mousse look at her. Reluctantly he turned his head and let his gaze caress her beautiful, curvy body. He took a deep breath; he could feel his body responding to her nakedness and looked away.

“Ranma I care for you too, but I can’t get involved with you this way” he said. Ranma went behind him and started boldly unfastening the back of his robe. “W-what are you doing?” he asked when her fingers slipped inside to trace the knobs of his spine.

“Mousse, those dreams must mean something, they seemed so real. We owe it to ourselves to find out. Make love to me” she whispered against his ear, causing his hard cock to jump and his breath to hitch.

“But Shampoo” he said in despair.

Ranma kissed him lightly on the lips “she isn’t here and won’t ever need to know. I’m here and I’m the girl who loves you, take me” she requested. This time Mousse kissed her back like a man starving and clutched her to him. Ranma sighed as his warm hand caressed her body and mewed when he started lightly pinching her nipples.

Mousse couldn’t get enough of touching her, she felt even better then in their shared dreams. Leaning over he suckled on her nipples, wishing he could eat her whole. He scooped her up and carried her to his futon. She was barely even on the futon itself before his mouth was buried in her sweet sex, he almost moaned a loud at how good she tasted. It was impossible to convince himself that she wasn’t a woman when he did this to her! He hungrily explored the hot interior of her pussy while his hands roved over her glorious curves, she was moaning and heaving beneath him and he’d barely even started. Finding her clit now swollen and defenseless, he sucked the whole tender bud into his mouth and flicked it unmercifully with the very point of his tongue. Ranma panted as her pleasure mounted and years of sexual self denial exploded as she came furiously into Mousse’s busy mouth for fifteen long seconds. Mousse lapped up every drop of her copious spending and lay down beside her, still fully clothed. “Ranma” he said positive that she didn’t want to continue, she was a virgin after all. He gasped in surprise when she latched her mouth hungrily onto his and started clawing at his clothes, wild for him to be inside her. Mousse helped her removed the few obstacles between them and was rather shocked when she clamoured on top him like a monkey. She positioned him at her entrance, determination on her face.

“Wait, its going to hurt” he protested and gasped when she suddenly lunged down and he tore through her barrier, to impale herself fully on him. Ranma gasped in pain at first and then held still in indecision, as to whether to continue or not. She started moving with determination, desperate to experience the pleasure she had in the dreams. She moaned when the pain was gone and all she felt was waves of pleasure. She reveled in every sharp gasp that Mousse made as she rode him and every time he whispered her name. She echoed it back, whimpering his own name, her head flung back as her first orgasm shook her. He reached up to caress her face and she cheekily nipped his finger and then moaned when he captured the heavy weight of her breasts in his hands. He bucked up against her, driving himself deeper into her silken sheath, his breath ragged as he approached his own climax. He flipped them over and started pounding himself into her perfect body; she was so tight and fit him so well it was like she was designed for him. Her small calloused hands gripped onto his shoulders and she stiffened and then cried out as she came again. Her wild pulsations drew him into her orgasm and he shot deep inside her with a heavy groan. Ranma giggled slightly as she came off her sex high and idly played with her lover’s hair. Mousse hadn’t been exactly like her dream lover, his inexperience had shown but for Ranma, that she was also his first made it better then the dreams. She hadn’t known that sex was so amazing! She got confused when Mousse drew sharply away from her.

Mousse realized the horrible mistake that he’d just made, now he had nothing to offer Shampoo, his first kiss and his virginity were gone. Lost to his enemy, Ranma! Blushing, he quickly dressed.

“Mousse?” Ranma questioned in a hurt tone of voice “did I do something wrong?” she asked.

He looked at her “no I did, this shouldn’t have happened. You’re not whom I’m meant to be with”

She wrapped the sheet around herself and stood up “it’s about Shampoo again isn’t it? What’s so special about her, is she prettier then me? Smarter then me? Mousse, I’m the one who loves you” she said in a pleading tone.

“You’re a guy Ranma” he said. “Or have you forgotten that fact? Even if I wasn’t intended for Shampoo, I could never be with you” he said harshly.

“We can work on that. We could live here; they’re much more accepting of couples like us. I could live as a woman” she offered.

“You hate being a woman; you think that this would make you happy? Living a lie in place where the hierarchy goes women first, then men. It’s a stupid idea” he stated coldly.

“Don’t you love me?” Ranma asked in a quiet, pain filled voice.

Mousse laughed humourlessly “love you, are you crazy? I love Shampoo in case you’ve forgotten. If she will have me after I soiled myself with you. I gave you my first kiss, my virginity and now you demand my heart too! It’s never been yours” he said in a mocking tone of voice. Mousse expected Ranma to yell at him, to hit him, to tell him to go fuck himself; but he never expected her to burst into tears. It was too much for her to handle; travelling all this way, her happiness in being reunited with her beloved and finally making love with him. All for nothing!

Mousse started forward, “Ranma” he said. Then stopped, when he realized that the area where the sheet pressed against her groin showed patches of red. She was still bleeding because he’d torn her hymen, Ranma really had been a virgin and he’d taken that from her.

“Stay back” she sobbed.

“You’re bleeding, Ranma, we’ll get you cleaned up and then we can talk” Mousse said, starting towards her again.

Ranma turned and ran towards the door, just needing to get away from him. She ran into someone and hugged them back when they held her. It was Mousse’s mother coming to bring them more food for the next day. She set down her basket and held the sobbing girl like she was another one of her daughters. She quickly appraised the situation, the area where Ranma was bleeding, her naked son hiding himself with his hastily bundled up clothes and their disheveled appearances. “What happened here?” she asked calmly, causing both people to turn tomato red.

“Mousse doesn’t love me” the girl sobbed against her in a shaky voice.

“It’s okay dear, why don’t you go get cleaned up and you can come stay with me tonight?” she gently suggested to the distraught redhead. “I need to talk to my son” she said, thinning her lips at him. Ranma tearfully agreed and she went to use his bathroom. When she was gone, Mu Tao Lee demanded “how could you have done that to her?”

“Ranma’s a guy” he pointed out.

“She’s someone who loved you and trusted you enough to give herself to you for her first time and you probably threw it back in her face because she wasn’t Shampoo” she hissed.

“I love Shampoo” he said stubbornly.

‘I think you’re infatuated with her and nothing else. You love someone else much more, but are too stupid to realize it because you don’t know what love actually is” she said, hoping he would realize the truth before he damaged his relationship with Ranma irreparably.

“I can’t be in love with him!” he said.

“Mousse have I taught you nothing, love isn’t about race or gender. It’s about finding someone who’s right for you. So Ranma’s technically a male, so what? You could make it work, she could be your wife and he your best friend, all rolled into one person. It doesn’t really make you gay and even if it did, so what? You can still have the children you want and have someone wonderful in your life. All you have to do is get over this stupid obsession of yours and tell Ranma that you love her before it’s too late” she said persuasively.

“I’ve made up my mind a long time ago and its Shampoo I want” he snapped.

His mother looked at him in sympathy “then I’m sorry for you my son. Very well, you’ve made your choice even if it’s the wrong one. I hope you can find some measure of happiness” she said. Ranma silently rejoined her; she’d dressed and rebraided her hair. Mu Tao Lee turned to her “are you ready? Come, you can sleep with my daughters tonight, but no watching them undress” she joked, getting a wane smile from the girl.

“Bye Mousse, I’m sorry that I bothered you” she said faintly and followed his mother out of the hut. Mousse watched her go with a heavy heart, he felt like he’d made the worst choice ever. ‘What was Ranma to him’ he asked himself as he paced, until a spindle of brightly coloured thread hit the back of his head.

“Mousse, you can be such an asshole!” cried an outraged female voice.

Mousse turned around slowly and was now convinced that he had to be dreaming and he hadn’t taken Ranma’s virginity and spurned her and his mother didn’t think him to be a user of women.

In the middle of his hut were three women wearing white robes that looked to be the dress of ancient Rome or Greece. One was a sexy young woman, one a middle aged woman and the last an elderly woman, yet on closer examination, they all seemed to be the same woman at different stages of her life. Beside them on the floor was what appeared to be an ancient loom and the equipment required for weaving.

Mousse could only stare at them and laugh nervously while praying to wake up. They stared back at him with murder in their eyes.