Ranma's New Fiance

Ranma got home to find Mousse chopping wood with his shirt off due to the warmth of the day. She couldn’t held admiring his sculpted body and wondered why she had ever thought him skinny. She felt stab of lust and quashed it; like he wanted her. They hadn’t made love for three weeks since the wedding night, three long weeks. Ranma honoured their arrangement as roommates but it was hard because she found herself examining her handsome husband and hungering for him. On impulse she went inside to get the pitcher of iced tea and that they perpetually brewed as both enjoyed the beverage, he looked hot.....and thirsty.

Mousse watched Ranma out of the corner of his eye. She wore red today, he liked her in red. His eyes had been fixed and her face was the first thing he saw when the bandages were removed. She had such a sweet, round, girlish face. How come he never had realized that? He was powerfully attracted to her and longed to make love to her again, but couldn’t cheat on Shampoo. He had to be faithful from now on; she would forgive him for their wedding night. Yet he found himself studying Ranma, especially when she waltzed around their place wearing those damnable boxer shorts and skimpy undershirt as if to tempt him. ‘She’s a guy!’ Mousse thought as he brought his axe down and split another log, he was doing this just to work off his sexual frustrations; they didn’t need so much wood. They had electric heating and probably would use their wood burning fireplace rarely. ‘What a fucked up situation, I can’t be attracted to my own wife’ he thought hotly. But he was, sometimes he jerked off twice a day thinking about their wedding night, it was like he was going through puberty again! He certainly hadn’t enjoyed that the first time.

Their relationship since moving in together had been cordial and he enjoyed her company more then he thought he would. She was funny, intelligent and sweetly endearing in her way. Although Mousse had expected to keep house solely on his own as was tradition, she insisted on helping out and had proved to be a decent cook. Her attempts at keeping house were laughable at first and he had to show her how to clean properly. Now with both people remaining vigilant, their place was spotless. He leaned on the axe thought about it. Ranma joined him with a tray of iced tea and some glasses “I thought you might be thirsty” she said.

Ranma looked in surprise to find out that Mousse wasn’t alone; a small pretty girl with pink hair and dark eyes was sitting close to him playing with sticks. With the exotic hair, it was pretty easy to deduce that she was a Chinese Amazon child. She looked up when Ranma approached; she looked to be little more than a toddler. Ranma’s heart lurched for a second as she mentally calculated her age to be about two to three years old, when Mousse would have lived in the village, then relaxed when she realized that she looked nothing like him. “Is there something you’re not telling me?” she joked.

“This is Mei-Li Kong; she’s the daughter of a friend of mine. She sometimes leaves her with me when she goes to visit her sister” Mousse explained. “Mei-Li this is my wife, Ranma” he said and realized that this was the first time he’d introduced her this way.

Ranma crouched down “hello Mei-Li would you like some iced tea?” she asked her. Mei-Li just nodded shyly and accepted the glass. Ranma thought it was cute when Mousse automatically bent down and held the too large glass for the tiny girl while she drank.

“Do you like children?” she asked him.

Mousse looked at her “I’ve always wanted some of my own” he admitted. “A girl and a boy, I know that its wrong to want a boy but I always wanted a son to” Ranma could only marvel at a society where wanting a son was considered taboo. She imagined what his children would look like, ‘they would hopefully have his eyes’ she thought and than blushed at this thought.

Mousse without his glasses was actually getting admiring stares from Amazon women and in the tighter fitting clothing he wore he looked, well sexy. He now carried himself better and had lost the habit of darting nervously about. She personally thought he improved when he wasn’t with Shampoo. He was a pretty good catch all things considered, he could not only cook and clean like a dream, sew, but also spoke several languages, gardened and could design and build things. He told her that what he knew was little more than a farm boy was forced to learn. He’d been personally picked to write the history of the Amazon, Ranma had been impressed. “I’ve always been a bit of a geek” he said depreciatively.

Mousse realized that Ranma smelled like roses “Ranma are you wearing perfume?” he asked her.

She blushed “Tal Kum had a sample bottle, asked me to see if I liked it and some accidently spilled on me” she lied, not wanting to admit that she had found the scent pretty and wanted to try it. “Do you like it?” she asked hesitantly.

“You smell pretty” he replied, so she blushed again.

“Mama” said Mei-Li as a tall woman wearing a red cloak joined them; she pushed back the hood to reveal hair as pink as her daughters and tawny eyes. “Hello you must be Ranma, I’m Kong Dom” she said.

“Pleasure to meet you” Ranma said bowing to her. “You have a lovely daughter, you and your husband must be very proud” Something flickered across the older woman’s face.

“Kong Dom isn’t married” Mousse said softly.

“Oh I’m sorry I just assumed” Ranma said with a blush.

Kong Dom just gave her a friendly smile “no harm done. Pleasure to meet you Ranma, but Mei-Li and I must go”

“Won’t you stay for dinner?” Ranma asked.

“They can’t, they have to report to the guards before they leave the village” Mousse explained, Ranma got a niggling feeling as they departed and she felt it was time to address what Shampoo had told her about Mousse.

“She’s one of The Weak isn’t she?” Ranma asked.

Mousse felt like someone had punched him in the stomach “you know about what happened to me?” he asked her.

“Yes someone told me” Ranma explained, not wanting to have to tell him that it had been Shampoo herself.

He sat down and could only look at his own knees “Mei-Li is the product of a rape Kong Dom suffered three years ago. Women have to leave the village permanently; they are only allowed to visit family for three hours at a time and must wear a red cloak so people will know them for what they are. Males are allowed to remain because we’re pretty useless to begin with, however it’s more like to serve as an example of what can happen. If they remain of their own free will, they are considered to have no honour or ever take a wife. So now you know, aren’t you going to call me a fag or say I like to take it up the ass?” he asked bitterly.

Instead gentle hands were placed on his shoulders and a kiss dropped onto his head “I don’t think any less of you. What happened to you happened when you were a child.” she whispered against his soft hair. Mousse could feel his eyes filled with tears. He hadn’t wanted anyone in Nerima to know, especially not Ranma. He thought that she would use the knowledge against him. She truly was a kind person, he’d misjudged her.

“I was just playing with Shampoo one day, it isn’t abnormal for mothers to let small children play together unattended when they’re close to home. Shampoo ran away when she saw the men, they raped me” Mousse said as his voice broke. “All I could think the entire time was how glad I was that it wasn’t Shampoo that they were doing it to. I passed out from the pain eventually and Shampoo went for my mother. I was taken to the hospital; I needed stitches because I was torn up really badly. But it was too late, infection had set in and I was in a fever for days. I survived but for some reason my eyes were ruined by the infection. I used to have twenty twenty vision, they called me eagle eye” he said smiling bitterly. Then he stood up “I’ll move in with my mother. I wasn’t keeping this knowledge from you intentionally. I just wanted for you to think of me as a man. I know that it’s embarrassing for you as an Amazon to have hitched her star to someone like me” Mousse said and turned to leave.

“You are a man and a strong one” Ranma said. “You were never weak, the same thing could have happened to me when I was child too. This is your home now and I don’t want you to leave it. The people of this village are idiots to cast someone out for something so stupid. We can leave here if you want” Ranma offered.

“But I thought that you wanted to be an Amazon?” he said.

“Not at the cost of your sanity” Ranma said.

“No I can’t leave my mother” Mousse resolved. “We’ll stay”

Ranma giggled “Good because I still have to continue teaching you real martial arts”

“Real martial arts? What’s wrong with my hidden weapons?” Mousse asked.

She blew a raspberry “parlor tricks, ever thought about becoming a magician? You could do children’s parties” she said with a chuckle.

“Looks like we’re going to have to spar, I’m going to kick your ass this time” Mousse declared.

“Bring it, after you take a shower. You smell like a wildebeest” she said wrinkling her nose.

“Fine, meet me at the shed in twenty minutes” he said departing with a purposeful stride.

Ranma walked around their property, Mousse had been extremely busy with landscaping. He worked like a man possessed, planting, building the shed, hanging a swing. Ranma looked at the shed, he hadn’t finished it yet but it looked like a doll house already. She looked at that and the swing and blushed when she found herself wondering if Mousse did want to have children. He certainly showed no interest in pursuing a sexual relationship with her. Did he think her ugly? Certainly other males didn't thimk so. Although she and Mousse were expected to be monogamous, that didn’t stop other Amazonian males from hitting on her. She’d firmly told them that she was flattered but not interested. She found it rather odd that other males didn’t do a thing for her while even the scent of Mousse was enough to make her horny.

Mousse came out with his hair still damp, he felt better after their conversation now that she knew the truth about him and didn’t look down on him. Again he was struck by how beautiful she looked, a perfect miniature of a woman, petit but powerful. Like in Nerima, people seemed to be drawn to her and she was already being instructed in Amazonian fighting techniques and ran her own classes to teach her school. She was being instructed by Cologne in Amazonian politics and everyone seemed to love her. It was like being the boyfriend of the most popular girl in school. “Ready?” she said and took her stance.

“Ready” he replied and took his own. His kick met thin air as Ranma ducked and then punched him in the stomach, which he managed to block and thrust her arm away. He managed to duck Ranma’s own round house and tried to sock her in the jaw, she jumped back and he jumped forward and pushed her. She stumbled into a tree and then he pinned her there. “You give up?” he asked her. He was breathing hard, but felt elated. He loved a good brawl as much as her.

“No way” she said, but didn’t try to move. She liked the feeling of his arms around her; she felt a tension between them that could have been cut with a knife. Mousse lost his victorious smile and his head bent forward involuntarily until her lips were crushed against his. This fed his hunger for her and his fingers twined into her loose hair so that she couldn’t get away. Her arms looped around his neck as she kissed him back just as hungrily. She rubbed herself against him shamelessly and could feel him hardening against her belly. She gasped when he thrust her from him.

“Ranma, we can’t do this. We both know its wrong” Mousse cried.

“Mousse do you hate me? Am I really so despicable?” Ranma cried in anguish and started to run. She didn’t want him to see how much his rejection of her hurt her. She was surprised when Mousse tackled her and she fell forward onto her hands and knees.

He clung to the saddened girl and pushed her hair back to bare her delicate shell of an ear. “Despicable? All I can think about and dream about is fucking you. Wanting to touch your tits” he said and slipped his hands up her top to fondle her still unbound breasts, she moaned when he lightly pinched her fully erect nipples. “Dreaming about your beautiful ass” Mousse said and pulled her pants down to her knees and slipped his fingers into her hot sheath to finger her while he massaged her clit with his thumb. Ranma was embarrassed to be pretty much naked in so public a place, but wouldn’t have stopped it for anything. She moaned shameless while Mousse’s fingers caused her juices to flow until she was slick with need. She stayed on her knees while he added his tongue to tease her into readiness. Not able to take anymore, he pulled down his own pants and drove himself inside her. Ranma gasped at the sensation of being stretched and filled after craving it for so long. There was no pain this time, only relentless pleasure as Mousse moved frantically inside her until her hips were slamming back against him. They were like a couple of untamed beasts rutting in abandonment, both surrendered completely to the fuck. Ranma came with a shout, which was followed quickly on the heels by another. They were in plain view of their neighbour’s house with her top rucked up over her breasts and her pants around her knees and she didn’t care. Their neighbours had politely closed their drapes so they couldn’t see the young couple and went to bed to fuck. Their love making was wild and intense, it was perfect! Mousse’s head flew back and he grunted as his sperm bubbled into his wife’s hot tightness to paint her walls, this triggered a final one in Ranma and she answered his grunt with a guttural moan. Mousse straightened his clothing and then her own and leaned forward. “Ranma we shouldn’t continue doing this” he whispered into her ear.

“I don’t see why not? We clearly both enjoy it. Why not continue? We’re married after all” she said. “I’ll start taking the tea again” she offered. Mousse had blended the herbs for her and she had taken to adding them to her morning tea

Mousse froze at this “why did you stop taking the herbs?” he asked.

“You didn’t show any interest in having sex with me. I didn’t see the point” Ranma said.

“You should be getting your first period soon, I guess we’re okay this time” Mousse said cautiously. “I don’t think we should do this again. It’s not pregnancy I worry about so much, but the effect it could have on our relationship. I like you and care for you as a friend, I don’t want anything to screw that up” he said.

Ranma smiled at this, it was the first time that Mousse had admitted she was important to him. “I care about you too, you’re kind and you’re a sweetheart. We’re going to have to be together for a long time, can’t we just be lovers?” she asked. “Tell me that what happened just now wasn’t amazing and won’t happen again. Why deny ourselves?” she said persuasively. “We can make it a rule that we never spend the night in each other’s beds”

Mousse thought about what she was offering. He could have her whenever he wanted and there would be no emotional ties. After all, she was technically a guy and that she enjoyed having sex with him was just a fluke. How long would that last? When they parted ways there would be no hard feelings and Shampoo couldn’t possibly mind when she understood that he had always been true to her in his heart (A/N yes I’m writing him a tad delusional on purpose). “I agree” he said and accepted her bargain. They retired to Ranma’s room for the rest of the afternoon, after she choked down a double dose of herbs and made love as only two young, athletic people can. Ranma got out of bed and got dressed, she was a bit sore but in a good way. She smiled that the male Amazon had gone to sleep; she tenderly pushed aside the hair that still clung to his back, kissed his cheek and pulled the tangled sheets up over him. She left a note letting him know that she was taking food over to his mother’s place and departed.

As she did the half hour walk through the forest, she mused that wearing her red clothing and carrying a basket containing the rest of the chicken stir-fry that Mousse had prepared for their lunch, she probably looked like an Asian version of little Red Riding Hood. Then she thought about the cloaks that the female members of The Weak were forced to wear just to visit their families and frowned. She didn’t like what was going on here, that valuable members of society were being discarded for a stupid reason. The question was, what could she do about it?

Amanda was amused to see Ranma, she’d become quite close to the girl and thought it sweet that she came over every evening to bring food to try to and get her to eat more. Amanda was rarely hungry these days and could only choke down small amounts of food before her stomach rebelled. Her doctor had suggested that she smoke pot to promote her appetite but she didn’t want to spend her remaining time being stoned. She still hadn’t told Mousse, she felt he had enough on his plate adjusting to his unusual marriage without worrying about her.

“What am I eating tonight?” she asked Ranma.

“Chicken stir fry” Ranma replied going into the kitchen to put it on a plate.

Amanda followed her; she noticed that Ranma’s colour was high and her smile beatific. “You seem happier than the last time I saw you” she observed, causing the young woman to blush and give her a sheepish smile. She grinned back at her, happy that she and her son had come to some sort of understanding.

“Mousse is resting” Ranma said shyly.

“They always do afterwards, I swear that we steal their energy during sex” Amanda retorted.

“Amanda!” Ranma said in embarrassment. Then plunged into the second reason why she was here. She’d been putting off this step for weeks, but now it was time to embrace her womanhood fully. “Do you know where I can buy a bra?” she asked her.

Amanda quirked her eyebrow in approval “looks like a lady’s shopping day is in order. Let’s go to town” she said and fished out car keys to a car that Ranma didn’t even know she owned.

Shampoo

Shampoo read Mousse’s latest daily letter, it was full of the usual crap about how much he loved her and missed her. But this one was weirder than usual; it contained descriptions about landscaping their house (what house? She wondered. They had never lived together) about planting gardens and purple flowering trees and building a shed that looked like her old doll house, just how Shampoo had wanted him to. All of his letters never mentioned Ranma, yet according to her great-grandmother they seemed to be getting on well together. It was as if Ranma didn’t exist in Mousse’s mind. She tossed his letter in the garbage.

She slipped the nipple clamps and handcuffs into her bag and went to meet Ryoga at his boarding house. He was resisting her suggestion of marriage so far, but she’d change his mind. Her great-grandmother had already approved her new kiss of marriage.