Ranma's New Fiance

Those who wondered what happened to my darkish lemons. I’m back! Warning Shampoo’s part of the chappie gets a little nasty if I do say so myself. Gives herself a pat on the back.

Sid

Personal Notes (this is long, if you don’t want to read it, please skip down to today’s chapter):

Neihaera-Thanks for the nice reviews, which you always do when I write a lemon. You must be a lemonhead like me. Not a bad thing Mr./Miss (why don’t I ever know the gender of my reviewers on here?) I’m guessing you’re male from the tone of your voice. I keep telling you that you have to check out my AFF work under imsadistic, that’s where the real fun stuff is.

Angelfucker-Yes that one shall be continued when I have the time. Btw, like what you wrote but you have to check your sentence structure. It’s a great but confusing read.

Scorpinac-You’re still reading a semi yaoi, which you find distasteful. Sid blinks tears from her eyes, I’m honoured.

Generic LOLcat-I appreciate the constructive criticism and suggestions, but they honestly aren’t going to help. I don’t write my chapters, my brain does and it frequently adds stuff that I hadn’t intended. It’s kind of like doing a paint by numbers, you know what is in the next chapter and write until it seems done. I only have to force chapters when they’re particularly boring, than my brain suggests writing a lemon instead, hee hee. When I get on a writing jag I can’t stop writing until it’s done, except on weekends. That’s when I drink and wait until hubby falls asleep to turn on youtube and sing along with the Arrogant Worms.

Everyone else:

People want to know why I like Mousse so much, I like a character that is visually stunning according to my preferences and I love the goth boy/girl look: tall, thin, pale with androgynous features. If I find a character sexy I can write them, hence why short stubby Ranma/Ryoga with their mass of muscles don’t to it for me. That is why my favourite characters are Mousse, Naraku from Inu Yasha and Motoko Aoyama from Love Hina. I think she’s the prettiest anime girl ever and would love to do a crossover story with her and Kuno, but aren’t sure how to go about it because she hates males.

TODAY’S CHAPTER

Mousse snuggled against the warm, naked female body in his arms. He kissed one silky shoulder blade and Shampoo sighed at the sensation. His arm was looped around her slim waist and his hand rested on her flat, taut belly so close to her sex that her springy pubic curls brushed the side of it. His morning hardon was pressed against the contours of her delectable bottom and he nudged it forward suggestively, eliciting a small murmur from the still slumbering girl. The air still smelled sweetly of sex from their lovemaking of the night before. He kissed her cheek, so happy that his dream had been realized and he’d married Shampoo, she was going to laugh that he had dreamed that he’d married Ranma. He frowned, Shampoo seemed awfully petit. She wasn’t as tall as him, but not that short. Cautiously he opened his eyes and almost screamed to see the red hair that was sprawled on the pillow next to his.

He got out of bed as quickly as he could without waking Ranma, certain that she was going to kill him for attempting morning sex with her. He was a little surprised when she seemed to search for him and eventually cuddled his pillow. Ranma while asleep looked like a sweet, innocent young girl he noted. When he saw her like this, it was hard to believe that she was the most powerful martial artist he’d ever encountered. ‘And your wife’ his brain supplied. ‘Shut up brain’ Mousse replied. ‘Make me’ it countered, and he gave up.

Frustrated he pulled on his robe and went outside to take care of himself. He shuddered in silent orgasm and than wondered how many of these lonely masturbation sessions he would have to face. ‘Five years, one thousand eight hundred and twenty days’ he thought, it seemed so long, it seemed like a lifetime trapped in a loveless marriage with a person who didn’t even like him. Than Mousse reflected on Ranma’s recent behaviour, she’d seemed oddly sweet to him, so much so he was starting to think of her as being a real female. Which was odd considering that the Ranma he knew still acted like a guy in either body, she just became shorter, filled out and used a higher pitched voice, but could still kick Mousse’s ass. Yet her actions lately were unselfish, other than railroading him into marrying her. She’d insisted that the council pay for Mousse’s surgery and they had already contact a clinic to make an appointment for him. She comforted him after his dream and hadn’t made fun of him once. She made love to him, Mousse tried to be repulsed that it was Ranma that robbed him of his virginity, but couldn’t. It had felt so natural to hold her close, they’d moved so well together. He’d felt genuine affection for the woman she’d been then. ‘Does she like me at least a little or had it all been an act?’ he wondered.

Ranma was having a wonderful dream that she was about to be made love to Mousse again, he was teasing her a little and kept giving her soft, chaste kisses and this caused her to giggle. She felt his erection grind against her buttocks and could desire pooling in her belly. She moaned lightly in protest when he drew away from her and she reached for him. She finally opened her eyes to find herself alone and found herself missing the tall, lanky body in bed with her. She was confused by this as she’d never really shared a bed in her life but now it felt so empty without his enveloping body warmth. She looped the bed sheets around herself as she had no other clothes but the wrap from the night before and searched each room. She found him sitting on a rock in contemplation and decided to study him for a few seconds. He was a mess, he wore his round, geeky glasses and his hair was disheveled. Yet somehow his private morning appearance was more endearing to her than his usual self with his immaculately combed straight hair and pristine white robe. She longed to put her arms around him and give him a hug; she blushed at this and wondered where these thoughts were coming from. They’d been occurring more and more when she was in his presence. Could it be that she was developing feelings for Mousse that went beyond mere friendship? She quickly dropped that thought, he was only a friend and they would live as roommates. “Morning Mousse” she said, causing him to jump.

“Morning” he said with a blush, how was he supposed to act around the guy whose virginity he’d taken? “Are you feeling any pain this morning?” he asked her awkwardly.

“Well now that you mention it, my vagina’s a little sore from last night” Ranma said and blushed. ‘Had she actually said vagina?’ she asked herself.

Mousse blushed “it will probably take a couple days to heal, there’s a salve that women use after their wedding nights to promote healing. I’ll make some up for you” he offered.

“Oh thanks Mousse, that’s so sweet of you” she said. Again she was aghast ‘sweet, she’d just called Mousse sweet and felt a rush of affection for him?’

The male Amazon looked just as surprised at this “It’s no trouble” he assured her.

“Do you want to talk about last night?” she asked.

“No the way I see it is the less said the better. It’s done with and now we can move on” Mousse said, this brought back a rush of memories, her scent, that her pussy tasted of a mixture of wild strawberries and rainwater, the sound she made when she came. He blushed and could feel his body reacting.

“You’re right” she said, experiencing similar memories. “Now what happens the morning after a wedding?” she asked.

“A councilor will be here presently to bring us our clothes and our wedding breakfast and examine you” Mousse explained just as Cologne appeared, she was accompanied by a male bearing a tray.

“Morning, have a nice night?” she asked them, their mutual blushes made her laugh as the two teenagers stammered an answer. “I brought your clothes” she said handing them to Mousse and than turned to Ranma. “Ranma I noticed that you’re still wearing male underclothes, are you planning to wear a bra or do the old fashioned breast binding for support?” she asked her.

“Support of what?” she asked blankly.

“For your breasts” Mousse explained “or do you plan on having them sag to your knees by the time you’re forty?”

“Breasts sag?” Ranma said clutching the objects in question.

“Yes, women wear bras to prevent that and do special exercises. Why else did you think that women wear bras?” Cologne asked. She mischievously touched her top “shall I show you what time does to the female body?”

“No thanks” both said together.

“Wow, being a girl is more complicated than I thought” Ranma said.

“Wait until you get your period” Mousse offered.

Ranma turned pasty white at this “what’s that going to be like?” she asked.

“You’ll most likely get strange food craving, become sexually ravenous, get stomach cramps and bleed between your leg. Mind you every period is different. Just remember that Midol and chocolate are your best friends.” Cologne said.

“Don’t forget the mood swings and unexplained crying jags” Mousse said helpfully.

“Is there any way to prevent it?” Ranma moaned.

“Yes get pregnant” Cologne and chortled at their alarmed expressions. “Well, I have a meeting this morning. Ranma, I need to examine you before I leave” she said and the red head reluctantly followed her. She lay upon the bed and spread her legs without protest. Cologne saw that the area around her entrance was swollen and slightly irritated looking, denoting recent sexual activity. “Looks like you were well loved last night” Cologne observed to the blushing red head. ‘When two enemies lay together, can they still remain enemies?’ Cologne wondered.

Mousse was setting the table for breakfast when Ranma joined him; he’d taken the time to change and now wore a simple black shirt and pants. “Where’s your robe?” she asked him.

“There’s to much physical labour to do as a male Amazon, which makes white clothing a no no. I normally wear them when not in the village” he explained.

The simple cut of the clothes suited his frame better she thought “you look nice” she commented, causing him to almost drop the tray.

“Umm thanks, would you like to come have breakfast?” he asked, knowing her appetite.

“I’m famished, there’s something about love making that really get the old appetite going” she commented and had a seat. Mousse ignored that comment. He noticed that she wore the traditional clothing of an Amazon woman, that being a long tunic and baggy pants. They were a nice shade of blue that went well with her eyes; she had beautiful eyes he noticed. She sat on the cushion and dug in, and then she noticed that Mousse was kneeling on another cushion across the room.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” she asked him

“As an Amazon husband, I’m only supposed to eat what you leave on your plate for me at our wedding breakfast, its tradition” he explained.

Ranma paused and looked down at her plate; there was less food there than she normally ate for breakfast. It was barely enough for one, let alone two. She paused and put down her chopsticks “get your cute butt over here and help me eat this. I won’t tell anyone” she promised and patted the cushion beside her.

Mousse’s eyebrows shot up that she’d called him cute, if only his butt. He didn’t say anything and Ranma didn’t seem to notice her slip of the tongue when Mousse sat down beside her. He was confused but it felt good that someone complimented him; he was too used to hearing that he was weak, stupid and an embarrassment to the tribe. He picked up his chopsticks and was surprised when Ranma divided the food equally; he’d never known Ranma to be generous with food.

“If you both are ready, I’ll take you to your new home” the Amazon male offered.

“I’m ready” Ranma said.

“I guess I am too” Mousse said and they exited their hut. Mousse couldn’t help smiling when Ranma winced a bit as she walked. The male led them to a clearing and showed them their new place. Mousse had felt cut off from Shampoo all morning long and suddenly felt their connection again. He gasped when where he would live with Ranma used to be an old abandoned hut that he and Shampoo used to play house in, it had burned down a few years ago. She was his wife and he her husband. In those more innocent days, she would pretend to leave for training and he would clean house with a broom they had made out of some discarded straw, some string and a tree branch.

A modern hut had been built on the land, but it was still the same place. Shampoo had remembered about this place and suggested it to Cologne, so that Mousse could have it ready for her to move into when Ranma renounced their marriage! His goddess hadn’t forsaken him; this was her way of telling him that she would wait for him. He looked wildly around; he recalled word for word how the younger Shampoo had wanted it to be landscaped: a flowering purple tree at the right side of the house. A garden in front and another in back for growing their vegetables and herbs. A swing for the children. A shed that looked like Shampoo’s old doll house with a pink door. He would make it perfect for her!

“It looks nice” Ranma commented.

“It has four bedrooms and all the modern conveniences” the Amazon male said and showed them the place. It was spacious, yet cozy and Ranma felt like she was home.

“It’s not too far from my mother’s place” Mousse pointed out.

“That makes it practically perfect. What do you think of the place?” she asked Mousse.

He was looking out the kitchen window, so she couldn’t see the maniacal look in his eye. He was mentally building the shed in his mind. It would have glass windows, be made of honey stained wood with pink trim and door and have its own garden “I think it’s perfect” he said imagining Shampoo living here with him and them filling the extra bedrooms together.

Shampoo

A small pink cat slinked into the clearing and paused beside the hot spring there. She looked into its warm depths and than leapt gracefully in. A second later a naked beauty with purple hair climbed out. She didn’t seem self conscious as she sat down on a water warmed rock and relaxed. She was enjoying her freedom without Cologne and Mousse always acting as a moral squad and telling her what to do, to act ‘normal’ and not dress too sexy. Now she could do what she wanted.

She was slightly bummed about Ranma but there were plenty of men in the sea. She’d only really went after him to please her great-grandmother and for the thrill of the chase. She’d found his naivety cute, had she really wanted him, all that would have been needed was him finding her naked in his bed. Men were dully predictable and easy for her to bed. She sometimes had been tempted to fuck Mousse when she beat him, strictly for convenience, but was too afraid the council would find out and it would jeopardize her leadership. Shampoo was searching for a man who liked rough sex just as much as she did and could actually dominate her. He would be her husband when she found him.

She sighed and placed her hand on her taut stomach, she was annoyed that her womb which was so fertile was barren of a husband’s love. She could feel the life in her womb stir when she ovulated and regretted another empty month. She sighed; perhaps she just needed to get laid? She hadn’t had sex since she got herself invited to tea to sympathize with Kuno about Ranma the Sorcerer. He’d been so easy; she’d cried crocodile tears about her own enchantment. The gullible fool has comforted her and offered to avenge her honour; a tearful kiss was all it had taken to seduce him. He’d been fun and afterwards she had wiped his memory so he didn’t know that he was no longer a virgin. She chuckled at the memory; he must have been confused about the lipstick stains on his cock.

Yah, she would miss trying for Ranma, too bad she’d never fucked him. Then she thought back on the other things that she’d wanted to do. Akane had been a pain in the ass and she’d always wanted to burn down her house, but Ranma might have been killed too and that would have been no fun. Their place was old and would go up like a tinderbox, just like that old hut that she used to play with Mousse in had when she set it on fire. She loved fire; that it could take something ugly and wipe it from existence.

She was toying with the idea of going over to Akane’s house to set it on fire (that would show that big eyed midget), when she heard a noise. “Who’s there?” she called.

Ryoga stepped forward to show his nosebleed “sorry Shampoo, I wasn’t trying to spy on you. I got lost” he said with his face flaming.

Shampoo just regarded the lost boy; he used to be Ranma’s best friend. She noticed for the first time that Ryoga has the same sort of boyishly handsome face as Ranma and was just as innocent. She was drawn to innocence. “I don’t mind you watching. Do you like what you see?” she asked and put her hands on her hips.

Ryoga hastily averted his eyes and said “I should leave”, he gasped when she tore his shirt off and pinned his against the tree with her naked body. He was frozen in place and not sure how to move anymore. Shampoo examined her prey as she kneaded his crotch, until it bulged visibly. Ryoga sucked in a breath and moaned, he knew it was wrong but it felt so good! Shampoo smiled and remembered how warriors of her village used to publicly fuck captured males to drive home the point of their conquest of them.

Ryoga jumped when she tore his pants off, and then tripped him. She jumped on him and impaled herself on his heavy bulk the second she tore his boxers from him. “You slut now Ryoga and everyone see it” she sneered at him while she rode him hard. “This is all you good for”

Ryoga moaned and slammed back against her, he was intoxicated by the sensation and drunk on his first sex. Trembling fingers captured her dancing breasts, she cried out when he squeezed them hard, this caused her to come.

“You try hurt me? You stupid. You wanted Akane to be your first time, but Shampoo got it. Slut Akane have to find another boy” she taunted. She gasped when Ryoga flung her off of him. He grabbed her arm, pinned it behind her back and flung her forward into a tree.

“You are never to talk about Akane like that” he snarled. “So you want me to fuck you? I’ll fuck you like the bitch you are. Hold onto that tree and don’t let go” he ordered and released her arms. Shampoo was trembling as she brought her shaking hands up and clung to the bark. She cried out as Ryoga slammed his large, callous palm sharply down onto her ass cheek, while the fingers of his left hand parted the petals of her sex and thrust into her steaming snatch roughly. She whimpered while he struck her now flaming cheeks and his fingers roughly flicked her g-spot, it was just the right combination of pleasure and pain and she soon bedewed his dancing fingers with her girly cum. She gasped when he thrust these into her mouth. “Clean them” he ordered her and she meticulously licked each finger free of her pussy juices and cum. “Now I’m going to fuck you. Beg me to” he said and she shivered. She knew that she could get away from him but didn’t want to.

“Please fuck me” she said softly.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back until she winced. “Where shall I fuck you, or do I get to choose?” he asked and pointedly ran his finger around her rosebud.

“Please fuck my pussy” she said louder.

“What if I want this other hole?” he asked stabbing his finger forward to just part her anus, she gasped at this. “I bet you’re still a virgin here. Why should I choose your pussy?” Ryoga asked cruelly.

“Please fuck my pussy, it so hot and tight and all yours” she cried and gasped when he thrust into her without warning. Her fingers bled from biting into the bark as he hammered himself inside her without mercy. She cried in orgasm when he gave her enflamed ass a bruising squeeze, then cruelly smacked her breasts and twisted her nipples. Their fuck was long and drawn out, Ryoga branded her with fanged bite marks to her neck and shoulder. Finally his finger worried her clit with bruising force and she cried out in pain and pleasure at the same time. She came violently around him and with a grunt of his own, Ryoga’s cum shot into her tender, abused cunt. His sexually repressed load was so copious that some ran down her toned legs to pool on the ground beneath them. Ryoga pulled out of her and regarded her huddled form; tears ran silently down her cheeks. They weren’t tears of pain, but tears of elation. He pulled clothes out of his pack and got dressed. Shampoo turned and looked at him with new eyes, here was the man she’d been searching for.

Ryoga felt a strange sense of power and said “I have to go, the next time we meet I’m going to fuck your ass”

Shampoo gave him a grateful smile and said “yes airen” and gave him a kiss on the cheek.