Mousse\'s Revenge

Mousse smiled evilly when he read the letter he’d been expecting, ever since he had first extended the invitation to their friend. He knew that the gullible boy would fall for it, but he hadn’t realized how easy it would be. He knew that Ranma had wanted to return to China to search out the Jusenkyo Spring of the Drowned Boy. So wasn’t it wonderful that he had ‘won’ a return plane ticket to China and had some old friends who lived nearby that he could stay with?

Mousse remembered how he had negotiated a tidy sum from Cologne as dowry for marrying Shampoo. So far it looked like the price of the ticket might be worth every penny! “Shampoo, we’re having a guest tomorrow night who shall be staying with us for a few days. Do we have enough food on hand?”

“Sure, I just went to the market” she replied happily; she loved to entertain in their home. “I’ll put fresh sheet on the guest futon” she said. “Wait, whose coming?” she inquired.

Mousse stared right into his wife’s eyes, waiting to see her reaction and smoothly said “Ranma”

Shampoo’s heart skipped a beat and she had to school her features, so she wouldn’t react to hearing his name. She jumped for joy inside her skin ‘my beloved Airen is coming’ she thought. While on the outside, all she said was “well, in that case I had better hit the market again, he’s a bottomless pit”

Mousse did notice how bright her eyes had become and knew that she still loved him; him Ranma; never Mousse. They had been married six months, she slept beside him every night and now her period was late, yet she still preferred Ranma. “Are you happy he’s coming?” he prompted.

“Well, it’s always nice to see an old friend” she lied smoothly. “When does he arrive?”

“His plane landed yesterday, so I suspect sometime tomorrow” replied Mousse.

Mousse waited until Shampoo was busy, and then went to check the supplies he had laid in for the visit: sleeping pills, four bottles of sake and a tab of MDMA just for good measure. Tomorrow night was going to be a night that Ranma would never forget. Mousse was going to make sure of that. Shampoo would get her wish and Mousse would get his revenge.

Ranma was walking towards the Amazon village of Joketsuzoku, when he heard a woman whimpering. Thinking someone might be in trouble; the kind-hearted teen pushed his way into the forest and followed the sound. The sight that met his eyes was that of a naked green haired Amazon woman being held pinned against a tree by an equally naked green haired man. Ranma was about to come to her aid, when he realized that she didn’t seem to be struggling hard. In fact, she seemed to be embracing him and her thigh was being held up by him, hugged against his body. Ranma was struck dumb; he was unsure what was actually going on or what to do. Then he noticed that the male’s penis seemed to going into her......

Then it dawned on the virginal teenager what they were doing. He turned beet red and got a nosebleed. The Amazons turned to look at him curiously, but didn’t stop. The female smiled and said, “Hi, would you like to join in?”

Ranma was so shocked he that he stammered “nothankyouanywayguessillbeonmywayihavetomeetmyfriendsthatiamstayingwith” in a strangled voice and ran away as fast as his legs could carry him.

“We’ll be here for another hour at least if you change your mind” the female called after him in a friendly voice.

Ranma walked along the road, his face was still flaming after about fifteen minutes. But then again, he’d never seen two people having sex up close before. His own sex education was sadly lacking, but embarrassment kept him from asking someone to explain it to him. After all, the boys in his school thought that he was a stud and he was too ashamed to admit the truth. “Man this place has changed a lot since the last time I was here” he commented out loud, kicking a pebble and then blushed again.

Shampoo had been fussing with her clothing for hours, if you could call them that. For once she was glad about Mousse’s embarrassing taste in clothes. They were so much sexier then the one’s Ranma had seen her in previously. She chose a sheer purple halter top that tied around her neck and around her back snuggly. She had not only rouged her nipples to make them look pretty, but had rubbed on some purple body glitter so they sparkled through her top. For bottoms she had chosen a sheer matching low rise micro miniskirt and dusted some more glitter into her heart shaped pubic hair. She wore little makeup; just some more glitter on her eyelids and a bit of light purple lipstick.

Her hair she wore down, except for two thin braids on either side, which brushed against her breasts enticingly as she moved. Her nipples were diamond hard from the idea of seeing Ranma again!

Mousse’s jaw tightened when he noticed how she had enhanced her appearance. “You look lovely tonight” he said coldly.

“Thank you” said Shampoo, she felt kind of bad about how much Ranma’s visit was exciting her. She did like Mousse and liked being married to him, but she only loved him as a friend. Well, a friend with benefits. This was not how Mousse wanted to be loved. She loved Ranma.

There was a knock on the door and she brightly said “I’ll get it!” Mousse frowned at her exuberance.

Shampoo opened the door and happily said “Ranma come in” Ranma went tomato red to see her wearing practically nothing. Her clothes were see-through, he could see everything! ‘What’s with this place?’ he questioned again. “Urmmmmmm?” was all he was able to say; trying not to stare at his hostess.

Mousse came to his rescue “Ranma come in; please don’t mind how she’s dressed. It’s a new style that I find rather stimulating” he said, struggling not to laugh at the expression on Ranma’s face ‘as virginal as ever’ Mousse thought. “Come in and have a drink” he suggested pouring a stiff sake for Ranma and Shampoo and a water for himself. Ranma was so nervous that he gulped it down. Mousse smiled in a friendly way while he poured another; there was a fiendish gleam in his eyes.

Mousse had built a western style table because he wanted something he could easily bend over to have his dessert; Shampoo being his dessert. It just the perfect height for him to lean over without his back getting stiff, wide enough and sturdy enough to support the weight of a writhing female body and also the perfect height for them both to have sex comfortably. “I like your table” commented Ranma as he sat eating dinner with them. “But I am surprised that you have one so high up” Mousse smirked at Shampoo when he said this, she blushed.

Mousse poured Ranma another drink, the teenage was noticeably tipsy and so was Shampoo. She had started visibly flirting with him. Mousse wasn’t happy about that development, but he needed them both to be drunk to lower their inhibitions for the next stage. Mousse cleared the table and then sat down to join the giggling teens. He pulled Shampoo into his lap and kissed her, undoing the strap at the back of her neck.

“Mousse” she gasped when he undid the strap around her back and pulled the top off of her. Her face flamed when her husband started stroking her nipples in front of Ranma. Then he undid the two way zipper at the side of her skirt and pulled it off. “Stop” she hissed, wiggling uncomfortably in his lap when he slid his finger into her sex, seeking and finding her clit and began rubbing it while he continued to tease her nipples. Shampoo fought the sensation, then moaned and spread her legs wider apart.

Ranma at this point could only stare at them, wondering about his own sanity. This couldn’t be happening! He was blushing and uncomfortably enough, he was getting hard watching them!

“What are you doing?” demanded Shampoo as Mousse placed her onto the table.

“Having dessert” he said with a smile and before she could protest, he began eating her right in front of Ranma! Mousse had her moaning and writhing in no time, he moved his hands teasingly along her body, encouraging her to give in. He smiled into her clit to see the virginal teenaged boy watching them with lust in his eyes. He sucked her swollen clit into his mouth to lave it with his tongue, flicking it without warning. Then he carefully eased Shampoo’s legs open wider to give Ranma a better view of what they were doing. He slipped his fingers into her hot, juicy sheath and scissored them against her sweet spot while he returned to his pleasurable work. Shampoo bucked her hips, fisted her hands into his hair and came hard into his eager mouth. Mousse smiled when her juices flowed so abundantly, that some ran onto the table itself.

Ranma was fascinated; he’d heard about oral sex, but always thought that it sounded gross. Yet here he was witnessing it in person, and the pleasurable sounds Mousse was drawing out of Shampoo were astronomical! He didn’t know that women could even sound like that! He felt horny, disgusted and intrigued all at the same time. He crossed his legs to draw attention away from the fact that he was hard and gulped his drink.

Mousse leaned over and kissed his wife “did you have fun?” he asked facetiously. She nodded because she was still panting. He knew she was so horny right now that she probably wouldn’t object if he fucked her right in front of Ranma, but he had other ideas. He looked alarmed “we’re being horrible to our guest!” he said sharply. “Ranma would you like Shampoo to blow you?” he offered as if it was the most reasonable thing in the world.

“W-what?” asked the astounded teenager, turning ten shades of red at once.

“Well, she just was pleasured and yet we didn’t offer you a thing, therefore I am asking if you would like for my wife to give you a blow job? Such bad manners our part have to be corrected” Mousse said reasonably.

“But Mousse, I can’t” protested Shampoo.

“You know you’ve always been curious and he’s guest; go right ahead” he encouraged.

Shampoo looked at Ranma, got up and walked around the table. She knelt down before him. Ranma was too stunned to move. His eyes got wide with alarm when she undid the string of his pants, reached into his boxers and pulled out his hard cock. He groaned a loud when she ran her tongue over the head. “Shampoo......” he said to stop her, then all reason fled from his brain as her moist, velvety mouth closed over him and began a wicked suction. While a velvety tongue greedily lapped the sensitive glands and a soft hand wrapped around the rest the length that she couldn’t take in and pumped it in time with her mouth. Ranma thought he’d died and gone to heaven. All he could do was moan and move his cock in and out of that hot mouth. He could feel the pressure build with each stroke and all too soon, he shot down her throat with a startled cry.

Shampoo was in heaven too, she rejoiced that it was Ranma’s cock that she sucking after wanting him for so long. She moaned loudly when he came. Her pussy throbbing, she was so turned on!

Mousse smirked at Ranma’s disappointing performance, but he realized that Ranma was a virgin and had to start somewhere. “Was that fun?” he asked politely, as he poured the already drunken boy another sake.

“Ummmm” Ranma said, not sure how to respond.

“Least I could do” Mousse replied, causally sipping him alcohol-free drink. “Shampoo, why don’t you come here and lean over the table” he suggested and blushing, she did. Mousse started fingering her which caused her to moan, Mousse picked her up and laid her on the couch. He began making love to her with his hands in earnest, until she was trembling with the need to release. He smiled to see Ranma pretending not to watch, he was erect again he noticed.

“Ranma, why don’t you come over here? I am about to make love to my wife, but it’s only fair that I let you go first” Mousse suggested.

“But, but, but” Ranma said blushing furiously. He didn’t know what say and the alcohol was starting to cloud his judgment. ‘Perhaps you should, it might be considered rude to refuse in their culture’ his brain happily supplied. “Go for it champ’ it chimed in.

“Well, come here and take off your clothes” Mousse said a little more impatiently. “She’s ready now and can’t wait all day.” Ranma undressed and stood blushing before the Amazon male, not sure how to proceed. “Just get on top of her and she will guide you in” he explained. Ranma did as he was told. Not liking that the other male was there watching; but he was too pumped about losing his virginity to care. He groaned as he slid into a female for the first time in his life and starting rutting her hard, his hips reacting to the feeling of her tight wetness gripping his cock.

“Ranma slow down, Shampoo need get off too” she protested, but it was too late and with a shudder, he came in her. He stood up quickly and pulled his boxers and pants back on, blushing furiously.

“Mousse!” cried Shampoo; she was so disappointed in Ranma and badly in need of sexual release. Ranma gulped as Mousse removed his clothes picked her up; he sat in a chair, guiding her to straddle him. She moaned at being familiarly stretched by her husband’s cock and rode him hard, until she came with a gasp. She felt her limbs get heavy, “so tired” she mumbled, putting her head on his shoulder. He scooped her up can carried her to bed. The sleeping pills he had put in her food were starting to take effect he realized. She was asleep before he even tucked her in; he kissed her goodnight on the cheek and slid the door closed.

Then he went to rejoin the nervous looking Ranma, Ranma still remained shirtless like Mousse himself. “Mousse, about what happened.....” he began, nervous to meet his eye.

“Why, didn’t you have a good time?” Mousse asked innocently. “Shampoo is a great lover. Did you find her to be lacking?”

“What? No, that isn’t it. Look man, I’m trying to tell you that that shouldn’t have happened! She’s married!” he said.

“She’s married in the sense that we live together and she wears my ring, but that’s about it” Mousse said with a shrug. “We’re not swingers if that’s what you’re implying. I haven’t sleep with anyone else since I married her and she’s only had sex with two men up until now”

“Then why did you let her have sex with me?” Ranma asked.

“She wanted you and now she has had you, so hopefully you’re out of her system now” Mousse replied. “I try to be practical when it comes to the women in my life; it rarely works though” he said sourly. Then he noticed that Ranma had started slurring his words and was being more direct with his questions then usual. ‘The MDMA is kicking’ in he thought. To experiment, he hugged Ranma. A move that would normally have caused Ranma to blush and earned Mousse a startled punch, but instead, Ranma hugged him back.

“You’re a good guy Mousse” he declared with a happy, stoned smile.

“You’re alright too” Mousse said, gently easing the suddenly cuddly teenager away from him. The feeling of male pecs against his own bare skin felt creepy.

“Mousse, that thing you were doing to Shampoo earlier?” he inquired.

“The cunnilingus?” Mousse inquired, sensing his prey about to fall into his trap.

“Yeah, can you teach me how to do it?”

“A bit hard without a female present” Mousse pointed out. “Shampoo’s done for the night, or I’d call her back. Here let me try to explain it to you” he said, and then proceeded to. However, by the blank look on Ranma’s face, Mousse suspected he might as well be speaking Swahili for all that Ranma comprehended. So he started try to draw diagrams.

“What’s that supposed to be?” Ranma giggled, he was in love with the world at the moment and extremely happy. ‘Mousse is my best friend!’ he thought happily, giving him a smile that caused the other boy to shudder.

“That’s supposed to be the man in the boat, or the clitoris as it’s normally known. Now pay attention, this is the clitoris, which is located almost at the top of the slit and this is the labia” Mousse said tapping the picture with his pen.

“It looks like a badly drawn pea in a pod” Ranma giggled. Mousse was so funny tonight; Ranma loved Mousse, ‘well not in that way’ his brain corrected him, causing Ranma to giggle again.

“This is hopeless! Sorry Ranma I give up, we can ask Shampoo to be a demonstration model tomorrow” Mousse said.

Ranma blushed “uh, there’s someone else you could use” he suggested with a nervous gulp.

Mousse smiled a victorious smile, and then changed to a frown as he turned around. “You don’t mean Ranko, do you?” he asked smoothly.

“Yes, but just for demonstration only!” Ranma said quickly.

Mousse crossed his fingers behind his back and said “I promise” Mousse got the nervous looking martial artist a glass of cold water and watched while he dumped it over his head.
Mousse smiled pleasantly at Ranko. He’d always found her attractive. She had great breasts he noticed. They were hard to miss, Ranma hadn’t been wearing a shirt when he transformed; so neither was the petit redheaded girl. He examined her boldly, she was petit even for a girl, but with an athletic hourglass figure. Her face was rather childish, a perfect counterpart to Ranma’s own boyish features, with a snub nose, large blue eyes, full lips and a round face. Her bright red hair made her pale face look more alluring and brought out the blue of her eyes. Her breasts were large for her slender frame, with small areolas topped with small, tight dark red nipples that protruded sharply forward into hard points. Her waist was small and so was her ribcage. A pair of pants too large for her covered the rest of her, so Mousse couldn’t see the shape of her ass, pussy or legs to describe them; yet.

“Yes, she’ll do just fine. I’m assuming that the female you is built like a regular female?” inquired Mousse.

Ranma found herself blushing at how closely she was being examined. Not that she cared that she was shirtless. She was normally a boy, so exposing his chest didn’t bother her. It was only other girls in her midst that were bothered for her lack of modesty, well and males who couldn’t stop staring. The Tendos girls had always cautioned that this trait would get her into trouble one day; Ranma had laughed this off. “Yes, as far as I know” she replied in a voice similar Ranma’s normal one, only more feminine.

“Well have you ever played with yourself in this form? You know, pinched your nipples to experiment, fingered yourself, or played with your clit? That sort of thing” Mousse asked causally.

Ranma’s blush deepened, but she giggled “I touched my breasts once” she found herself admitting.

“That’s it? I’m surprised, here you have this body to experiment with, to find out what girls like. Yet you’ve tried” Mousse said.

“Uh, I just never did. I’ll do it soon” replied Ranma.

“No matter, just take off your pants and underwear and we’ll get started” Mousse said causally.

“I have to be na-naked?” stammered Ranma.

“Well it’s kind of hard to use you as a demonstration model for erogenous zones if we can’t see them” Mousse replied reasonably.

With trembling fingers Ranma removed the rest of her clothes and stood naked before Mousse with a nervous gulp. Mousse smiled pleasantly while he took in the rest. Her legs were long, how he liked them, her ass a perfectly toned bubble butt and the thatch of red hair at the top of her thighs allowed teasing glimpses of her labia at the bottom of it. Ranko looked like she had deliciously juicy, sweet looking pussy. Ranma blushed when Mousse picked her up bridal style and lay her down on the table.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she asked.

“The table has the most light in the place, so this way we can see the areas I am indicating. He explained putting a pillow behind her head to elevate it, so that they could both see. Mousse had a seat in the chair closest to the junction of her thighs and said “If you’ll just part your legs, we’ll get started” he said in a reasonable sounding voice.

Ranma blushed “m-my legs?”

“Well again, we have to be able to see the zones if I am to explain to you how to stimulate them properly. Look, it’s getting late and I’m getting tired. You’re the one who volunteered, but if you’re not feeling comfortable. We can forget the whole thing and asked Shampoo in the morning” Mousse said impatiently and rose to leave.

“No, I don’t want Shampoo or anyone else I know how inexperience I actually am. I was kind of hoping we could keep this between us guys. Please Mousse” she begged.

He sat down grudgingly, “okay, but no more wasting my time. Please part your legs” he requested.

Ranma gulped and said “you promise not to tell anyone?”

“I promise” Mousse swore and watched as the naked teenager girl opened her legs to him. “You need to open them wider; the more we can see, the better,” he pointed out. She licked her lips nervously and spread them as wide as she could. Baring herself completely to his gaze, as if she was an exotic dish set on his table being offered to him.

Mousse couldn’t believe his eyes; he was looking in Ranma’s pussy! Her cookie was edible looking too, darker fleshier outer lips, framed small soft pink lips inner lips that were heartbreaking in their delicacy. Her clit was small and dainty, well tucked in shyly under its hood, meaning it would be really sensitive when rolling on his tongue. Her little sheath, framed by her inner lips was a slightly darker pink then the lips themselves and looked completely untried. The whole thing was like Ranko herself: a cute, juicy looking package, like a ripe peach that would drip its sweet juices when eaten.

Ranma looked on nervously as Mousse gazed into place no one had ever seen before; she blushed at how closely he examined it in a prolonged way. She herself had never examined it that closely. Then he stood up and started lecturing. “There are approximately nine erogenous zones on the female body besides the obvious, and these would be lips, ears, neck, back, legs, buttocks, feet, hands and feet. The obvious ones are breasts, clitoris and g-spot” Mousse intoned and then explained the function of each, using his pen as a pointer. He felt more then slightly foolish to be using the tip to touch her nipples and clitoris. “The g-spot is approximately here inside you” he explained.

“Wow that’s a lot to know” Ranma said, “so pretty much the entire body is one big erogenous zone on a woman?”

“Good way of putting it, most of the same can apply to a man too.” he said. “Now step two, how to stimulate the obvious ones” said Mousse.

Ranma blushed “H-how?”

“I explain you, do it?” said Mousse. “First pinch your nipples” he said, Ranma did. “How does that feel?” he asked.

“Weird” replied Ranma with a giggle.

“Okay, it feels better if someone else does it. Try your clit, first massage it gently in a circular motion and then flick it back and forth quickly to find out the difference in sensation.” He said. Ranma tried to do as suggested, but couldn’t seem to get the hang of it. She tensed when Mousse placed his finger over hers at first, and then relaxed when he did nothing more then guide her more inexperienced one. It felt weird at first, then she gasped when the feeling gripped her and a bolt of pleasure shot through her. Mousse smiled when she began panting and the MDMA’s induced want of intimacy took over her. He deepened her pressure on her clit and started rubbing it harder, silently laughing as her breathing speeded up and nipples hardened. Slowly he pressed her finger out of the way and substituted it with his own, moving it with a surety that she lacked. She instinctively parted her legs wider and allowed him to push her back against the cushion. Her moans were a thing of beauty. She started lifting her hips into his expert touches and the cushion tumbled to the ground. Ranma lay back writhing a bit and gripped the edges of the table as the unfamiliar passions buffeted her body. She was completely desire’s slave and only cared about what she was experiencing; she did care about the source anymore.

Mousse smiled to see her swept way by hormones and took the liberty of carefully pushing a questing finger into the mouth of her sex itself. When he met with no objection, other then a sharp intake of breath, he pressing a little bit deeper and was surprised when he came up against her hymen. He was a bit shocked as he never thought she would have one. The sheath around him was already wet, so careful not to hurt her; he began rubbing her g-spot, adding another finger a few seconds later. Once he had his fingers manipulating both her clit and g-spot, he knew that she was his to do with as he wished. He started exploring her bare, heated flesh and she had no objection as he began sucking and teasing her sensitive nipples, in fact her moans increased as she arched her back to offer herself up to his lips and tongue. Mousse teased her there, moving from one to the other and kissed the sides of her breasts as well.

Seeing how she was putty in his hands, he kissed down her taunt belly and replaced his fingers with his tongue and lips, leaving his hands free to tease her inner thighs with feather soft touches and lightly pinch her nipples. He pulled all the stops out and made use of every oral trick he knew, to keep the virgin girl on the edge of desire. She went ballistic, her moans so loud and full body heaving, searching for......something. The female Ranma was even more innocent than the male Ranma and didn’t even know that women could cum too. All she knew was that something huge was right around the corner, that would hopefully relieve the in tightness in her that seemed to radiate like liquid heat from her clit itself. All she could do was lie back passively; her head thrashing from side to side in ecstasy, while she experienced wild pleasure like she never dreamed was possible. Mousse pushed his fingers back into her sheath and began working them inside her, until she came with a shout. Mousse watched her in astonishment; her first orgasm was a multiple one! She thrashed and moaned for a long time until she actually passed out for a few seconds. Mousse took that time to slide her down the smoothly polished table until her buttocks were almost falling off the edge, and then returned to eating her again. He knew that woman’s first orgasm was usually followed hot on the heels by another one.

Mousse’s plan before this was to get Ranma drunk enough so he would change his sex. Then to somehow get the female Ranma to take her clothes off, so that he take advantage of her and play with her sexually, just enough to embarrass and humiliate his rival.

That plan had changed; now that he had discovered that she was a virgin, he would settle for nothing less then to fuck her! When she regained consciousness, he was holding her hot legs wide apart while he licked up and down the length of her slit. Plunging his tongue deeply into the mouth of her sex to taste her honeyed love juice and teasing her well-exposed clit. She awoke with a moan and a gasp; her pussy was even more sensitive then before her orgasm. She started moving her hips deeper into his administration, seeking relief again.

Pulling away, Mousse placed his two fingers on her clit and began massaging it while he leaned up to suck her nipples. Without her knowing, he substituted his cock for his fingers and started rubbing the silky head against the bare heat of her now juicy, juicy pussy. She didn’t seem to care and started rubbing back against him like a cat in heat. He started pushing forward a little at her entrance during each rub and was rewarded when she moved a little forward herself, as if instinctively seeking to relieve the ache inside herself. Mousse was on fire to penetrate the body of this fiery virgin, her pussy was so hot and juicy, as if begging him to take her; that and Ranma would never live down being taken as a woman by a man. Mousse started pushing against her entrance itself, begging admittance. He reached into his pants pocket and coated himself with lube to make it easier for her.

“Ranma kiss me,” he said pressing himself a little further forward until he met her barrier. She moaned and started pressing herself against him. She raised her lips shyly to his and gasped with pain when he broke through. Mousse smiled in victory against her moaning lips. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth to invade her there too as he undid her braid possessively and ran his fingers through her hair to loosen the silken strands. With her hair down, her nipples swollen from kisses, her body flushed with passion and a wanton look on her face; she looked like a wet teenaged dream, rather then a talented young martial artist. She didn’t even seem to notice or care when he picked up a camera from beside them and took some pictures of her from above, showing most of her; including where she was impaled on his body.

He was fucking Ranma Saotome! Now to make her orgasm from his hardened flesh to make it all the sweeter! “Shhhhh,” he soothed, “It will only hurt for a minute and then you will experience pleasures like you never imagined” he said and kissed a tear away and began moving in her slowly.

He was surprised by how quickly it was before she was moving with him and gasping with each thrust. Ranko was past all rational thought; she was drowning in bliss and never wanted it to stop! Mousse started thrusting into her faster, giving her more friction. He gasped himself, when she started slamming back and hungrily kissing him. Something in Ranma exploded and she dug her nails into his back, cried out in euphoric bliss and came with the force of a monsoon! Mousse shuddered as her walls began pulsating wildly around him from the violence of her spending and groaned as in his own release splattered copiously inside her. They crashed together in one final desperate kiss and then Ranma, well sated and sleepy from the booze, fell asleep on the table.

Mousse picked up the sleeping girl and carried her to the guest room; he noted the blood stains in her inner thighs and the trail of fresh sperm leaking down her leg and decided to leave them there for her to discover in the morning. Then he thought of something better and lay beside her with his unwashed cock exhibiting the cause of her bloodstains. He was the sort of person who fell asleep in one position and remained that way all night. So carefully, he positioned her so that her head was pillowed on his chest and her leg draped across his own. He placed one of his hands so that it cupped one of her breasts and the other lay high on her thigh. He smiled as he went to sleep, trying to gauge what her reaction was going to be in the morning to find him gripping her so, the memories that would be triggered by this and finally seeing the undeniable proof of what happened on her own body.