Mousse\'s Revenge

Ranma woke up to feel someone toying with his nipples, he moaned, it felt so nice. He could feel lips softly kissing the tender column of his neck; the lips brushed a place that made him shiver. He could feel something hard and hot brushing against his groin and could feel himself getting moist at the pressure; he opened his legs a little wider to experience the sensation more fully. Then he realized that he was getting wet, rather then hard and his eye flew open. He squeaked in horror to see Mousse’s aroused face inches from his own. “Good morning lover, I see you’re ready for me again. You’re one passionate girl, Ranma” he said in a teasing voice and lowered his head and kissed the frightened girl on the lips as he rubbed himself against her entrance suggestively. She admitted another muffled squeak when she realized where she was. She was lying naked in bed with an equally naked Mousse and his hands were playing with her nipples and his penis was........Trying to enter her! She pulled away from him as fast as she could.

“What’s the matter?” he asked in a feigned surprised. “Don’t you feel like making love this morning?”

“Get away from me” she stammered as she threw back the covers and stood up. Seeing a flash of red, she stared at her bloodstained thighs with horror. That and there seemed to be some white stuff clinging to her pubic hair and some on her thigh. “Why was I bleeding?” she demanded.

Mousse glanced down “That’s your virginal blood; the hymen tends to bleed a bit when torn. You won’t bleed the next time,” he explained.

Ranma stared at him in alarm and then the memories came flooding back, the table, the feeling on hands on her body, being eaten to orgasm, the penetration and then the worst part: wildly intense pleasure driving her to explode with delight. “You violated me!” she said in a broken voice.

“You could’ve said no at any time and I would have stopped. Are you saying you didn’t enjoy it? Because I have seriously never seen a virgin cum that hard before, you had a multiple orgasm for you first one. How rare is that!” he said callously. “Ranma should let you out to play more often. You scratched up my back something fierce” he remarked.

She could feel herself turn red at the memory. “Mousse how could you? I’m a guy!” she cried.

Mousse examined her from head to toe “you sure don’t look like one now. You look like a ripe, juicy female ready for plucking. Oh, that’s right, I already ‘plucked’ you last night” he said laughing at his own joke.

Ranma flushed hotly and ran into the dining area to find her clothes scattered around the table. She blanched to find blood on the edge of the table itself and hurriedly dressed.

“Your clothes should be fine; I wasn’t the one that took them off you after all. You removed them,” he said causally. He was rewarded with Ranma placing herself on the other side of the table and saying warningly “Stay away from me!”

Mousse yawned “relax, you’re a good fuck and all, but if I want more pussy, I’ll just have sex with Shampoo. I only really did you last night because you were hot for it and I was curious” he said starting to boil water for tea when a statute was whipped at his head, missing it by inches. “Hey watch it! Shampoo loves that thing. Stop acting like such a chick; if you’re a guy, prove it” Mousse said turning to glare at the confused girl. “I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal about this. You fucked my wife last night and you don’t see me whining about that.”

Ranma opened her mouth, not sure how to even explain how weak this made him look, how humiliating it was that she’d enjoyed it, but only asked “are you going to tell anyone?” in a voice like a whimper.

“Of course not,” he replied “Though I might send some people copies of the photos” he replied and handed one to her. Ranma felt her body go cold, the picture was taken from above while she lay on the table. Yes she was nude and the penis the was shown in the picture looked lewd, at how half of it was obviously inside her, while the other half seemed to glisten with her juices. Yes, her legs seemed to be eagerly wrapped around the man who was penetrating her. Yes her nipples were totally erect and glowed wetly from being sucked on. But that was not what disturbed her; what bothered her was her lustful greedy expression, she looked......shameless and it was vile. “Look a how much fun you had” Mousse said unnecessarily. He handed her a pill and said “here, this take this, its called the morning after pill; it’s for when birth control wasn’t used, like last night. I don’t know if you can get knocked up with your sex changing body and all, but better safe then sorry” he said to taunt her.

Something in Ranma snapped, she snatched the kettle that was boiling and poured it over her head. His face burning with humiliation, Ranma grabbed his backpack shoved his arms numbly through it. He faced his rapist and simply said, “Fuck you Mousse” and ran from the hut of liars he thought he knew, completely disillusioned and shattered. He stumbled into the forest and tripped over a tree root, causing him to hug the tree in front of him. It was there that he burst into tears, his worst fear of being sexually forced as a female now a grim reality, shaking the vulnerable teen to the core. That he enjoyed it was the straw that broke the camels back.

Mousse was puzzled by Ranma’s behaviour, he’d expected him to beat him up, or at the very least, threaten and stamp around a lot and beat his chest to overcompensate for his female side as usual. But somehow how him swearing and running off was anti-climatic; it just wasn’t Ranma-like. Mousse was a tad disappointed, but shrugged it off when his hung over wife stumbled into the kitchen. He poured her a tea and told her to sit at the table while he prepared breakfast. Smiling, he slipped the pictures he took of him having sex with Ranma on a plate and placed it in front of her.

She picked up the pictures; her eye going wide when she realized what she was seeing was true. “You cheated on me with Ranma?” she cried. “Why?!”

“You had your fun with him. Why shouldn’t I have my fun with her?” Mousse replied harshly.

Shampoo’s mind was racing, she was feeling an all too familiar emotion; jealousy. She’d felt it often when watching Ranma with another of his fiancées, but this was about Mousse. She was jealous that Mousse had slept with another female? Then that had to mean that she liked him as more then just a friend she realized. “Mousse” she said.

“Fuck off Shampoo, you cold hearted bitch” Mousse retorted.

“What?” she cried.

“I said fuck off, you’re a stupid gullible cunt and I despise you,” replied Mousse.

“How dare you say that to me!” she spat.

“I’ll say whatever I want to you. Hope you like how I fucked you last night because that’s that last time I ever will. I’m gone babe, bye bye” he said.

“What are you saying?” she demanded.

“That I’m leaving you, that I’m sick of this place, I’m sick of these people and I’m sick of you” he replied. “My revenge is now complete, so I don’t have to be here anymore,” he said causally and picking up a packed backpack.

“Revenge?” she questioned, feeling more confused by the second.

“All of this, getting you drunk and fucking you, making you marry me, making you dress like that, making you perform sexually in ways you didn’t want to. This has all been about revenge. Just think, I managed to get your great-grandmother to take my word over yours about the length of time that we’ve been lovers. I ruined every chance of your becoming the future leader, you got to be my naked slave girl instead. Man, those clothes you wear! My favourite part was how you started to enjoy wearing them.” He proclaimed.

“Revenge? But why?” she asked in a small voice.

“For the years of abuse that I suffered at your hands , was your crime and Ranma’s was for being in the way and keeping me from the woman I supposedly loved. Little did I know at the time, that I just wanted to fuck you and get you under my control” he said in mocking voice.

“But you love me” she protested.

He placed a book in front of her “I did love you and than you killed that. This is my diary, I recorded all the pain that you caused me for the last year alone; there are fourteen years that remain catalogued. I made myself read this after I was done and it made me realize, that you needed to be punished, and I needed revenge. You can go ahead and read it if you want, it’s an interesting read. I’m leaving this for you anyway” he said.

“But you’re my husband, you can’t just leave me!” she protested.

“I don’t even like you. Why should I stay? You’re a monster,” he snarled.

“How?” she asked on the point of tears.

“That day in the clearing; you were the one intended as playmate for my friends, but Floss pissed me off so bad that I decided on her instead. So I thought that I’d test to see what you'd do, if I gave you the same power over someone that I had over you. I thought that you would realize how it felt and refuse to do it, but boy was I wrong! You really worked her over”

“Floss deserved it, she’s proud, arrogant and was forever boasting about being the future leader. She treated people like they were little more then slaves to be tolerated and........”

“She’s you” he cut her off. “Floss was acting how she was trained to act, just like you. I gave you power over her, you weren’t just content to sexually humiliate her the once and be done with it, she had to keep on doing it over again. Then you kept on driving her to do baser and baser acts, never satisfied with how much you defiled her. You weren’t content with her being sexually humiliated in private, no not you; you had to make her perform in front of the entire village with the entire village and then you unmasked her as your final cruel act. You didn’t do this because she was misbehaving, but because you were jealous of her taking over your position, so you made sure she would lose this too” he stated.

“That’s not true! Floss is a pervert who gets off on those things!,” she said.

“If she’s a pervert, it’s because we made her that way. I doubt that she even knew what double penetration was until she was crammed full of it” Mousse pointed out.

“She married her own brother for god sakes and now is having his child!” Shampoo hissed.

“Yes, she’s an exhibitionist, a nymphomaniac and a thrill seeker, but she didn’t deserve to be treated that way. If her brother hadn’t taken her in, she would have had no place to go, but that’s what you counted on. Right? You wanted her to have to go to the men and get passed around by them, like a party favour for the rest of her life” he stated, staring into her eyes and reading that truth there. It was what she’d wanted.

“Bye Shampoo” he said disgusted with both himself and her.

“No, don’t go” she cried, she realized for the first time that she would miss him.

He opened the door of the hut and turned back to see her one last time. “I can’t stay, I don’t belong here. I’m an embarrassment to the tribe and a stupid duck boy. Remember? You’ve been wanting to get rid of me for years and now you have”

“But where will you go?” she said, she could feel tears running down her cheeks and didn’t care.

“I have the money your great-ghoul gave me to marry your ass; there’s more than enough to set me up for a long time, far away from you” he replied.

“But I thought that you’d wanted me all your life? Now you have me,” she cried.

“And now I’m giving you away. Bye Shampoo, have a nice life. I’ll send you your divorce papers soon, so that you can trap yourself some other poor sucker” he said and strode from the house, ignoring the sobs coming from his heartbroken wife.

Once Shampoo’s tears dried, she picked up the diary and started to read; it was indeed a journal of a lonely boy’s pain and suffered at her hands. She started tearing up at birthdays forgotten, simple gestures of friendship turned down flat, presents taken without acknowledgment, unprovoked beatings, ridicule, humiliation. His life with the two autocratic women being a nightmare, of having to tiptoe around his own home, having no one to tell his pain to but a book, never feeling comfortable, being thrown out of his own room for visitors and forced to sleep on the floor. She found herself questioning her motives. Why had she make Mousse do her chores, so she could do visit Ranma, when he had a temperature of one hundred and three? She must have realized how feverish he was, he should have been resting. She could have sat with him; he was supposed to be her friend! That was just one example. “Oh Mousse, I’m so, so sorry” she whispered, hating herself at that moment.

Nerima

Once Mousse left China, he found himself drawn to Nerima and Ranma. Mousse was not a cruel person by nature and the more he thought about the teenaged martial artist’s reaction, the more concerned he became. Finally, he hopped on a plane and went to see him. He turned into the Tendo dojo and knocked on the door.

“Hello Mousse” he was greeted by the ever cheerful Kasumi.

“Hello Tendo-san, is Ranma here?” Mousse inquired.

“He’s sparring in the dojo, why don’t you go join him and I’ll bring you some tea?” she suggested.

“Thank you” he said bowing to her and knocked on the door to the dojo, not wanting to startle him. Ranma opened the door, his face turned pale and red at the same time to see Mousse. “May I come in?” he said in his most disarming and friendly voice.

Ranma looked wary, but opened the door and stood as far back away from Mousse as he could get. “Why're you here?” he demanded.

“I came to apologize,” he said, closing the door after him; he got concerned when this caused Ranma to look frantically around like a trapped creature. He opened the door again and sat across the room from him on the floor. “I won’t hurt you”

“Like you could! You’re weak compared to me, and you’re a coward! You had to drug me in order to, to...........” Ranma’s voice faltered and he looked dangerously close to tears.

“Have sex with you?” Mousse replied. “I’m sorry; I never meant to hurt you,” he said, feeling really badly that he had wounded so strong a man.

“I could kill you!” he said, his eyes blazing.

“You can beat me if you want” Mousse said, pulling off his shirt to offer his bare flesh for punishment.

“Put your shirt back on” Ranma said in a broken voice. On impulse Mousse crossed the floor and pulled the anguished boy against him. Ranma struggled then started weeping, his arms rising and embracing his tormentor. After Ranma relaxed, he pulled away. “I can’t forgive you,” he said.

“I know” Mousse replied.

“It was horrible, you made me helpless and you took advantage of me. Why did you humiliate me like that?” he asked.

“For Shampoo” Mousse replied.

“Mousse, I never wanted her. Couldn’t you see that?” Ranma replied.

“Yeah, I guess so. I was too bent on getting my revenge to consider your feelings I’m afraid,” Mousse explained honestly. “Was it really that bad? I mean no offence intended, but you seemed to like it at the time”

Ranma blushed “I did, I can’t stop thinking about it. I never felt anything like that” he said sadly, there was a note to pleading in his voice.

Mousse checked them into a love hotel, choosing the three-hour option in case they needed more time. This caused the Ranma, now Ranko to blush. He glanced at the blushing red head standing as far away from him in the elevator as possible, she refused to meet his eye. He hadn’t forced her to come her, it had been her suggestion as it was the only place they could truly be alone together. He opened the door of the tacky red room and she gulped when she looked at the heart shaped bed. “We can leave if you want,” he said to the frightened looking girl. She looked back at him with wide eyes and then marched over to the bed and sat down on it. “I’m ready,” she said looking at him with timid eyes.

He started to advance towards her, then she said “hold it,” he stopped, she undid her braid and combed her fingers through her hair to free it. “Now I’m ready” she said bravely. Mousse undressed her slowly, stroking the exposed skin lovingly as it was revealed. Then he slowly teased her body, driving her over the edge many times until her thighs were quivering when he parted them wider. He slipped his finger into her sheath, she was as slick and hot as a hot spring and her walls were literally throbbing with need. Wordlessly he looked at her, needing to know if she wanted to take the final step. She nodded; he positioned himself above her and sank into her hot, churning liquid depths with a groan.

Ranma moaned to feel him inside her; there was no pain this time, just glorious unending pleasure. Their bodies moved in time as if choreographed, each stroke caused raw pleasure to lash through her. She kissed him hungrily, needing to share the experience with him in everyway. Her throat was raw from orgasming in little time, crying his name and clutching him close each time. Until he pounded his own release into her and collapsed on her, she kissed his head and stroked his back until he moved again. It was dark by the time they got back to the dojo; she pulled him into the darkness behind the building, so that no one could see them and gave him a long, lingering kiss goodbye. “Do you need a place to stay?” she asked.

“No, I’m catching a plane in a few hours. I’m moving to Hong Kong” he replied.

“Will I ever see you again?” she asked.

“I doubt it, take care of yourself,” he said to her and kissed her goodbye a final time, she had forgiven him.

A Year Later

Shampoo arrived in Hong Kong and was driven by airport limo to her hotel. A lot had change in her life; my great-grandmother had died, leaving her a wealthy woman. She thought back to the weeks and months following Mousse’s departure. She continued to live in their home alone.

Cologne had been overjoyed that Mousse had left and had advised her to get her marriage annulled right away, reinstate the kiss of death or marriage and they would move back to Nerima. Shampoo thought about having sex with Ranma and how everything felt so wrong about it. She realized that it was only ever a crush, she’d never loved him “no, I don’t want him anymore. I just want to stay here in the village,” she explained to her confused looking great-grandmother.

She'd spent her days in almost complete isolation; she’d become the laughing stock of the village because even a loser like Mousse would dump her. Now she finally understood how Mousse had felt when he'd lived here. Her only friends were Floss, Toothbrush and Floss’s twenty lovers. It was a lonely existence that ended only after her great-grandmother’s funeral, which brought divorce papers to be signed and a shock to learn how much her great-grandmother had willed to her.

She’d moved a less primitive place in China and paid the money to have a psychiatrist listen to her about her relationship with her estranged husband, how long they’d known each other and about their marriage. He started spouting nonsense about them being in a co-dependant relationship and how much therapy she would need to break free of this cycle. She told him he was being an idiot, if you are missing someone, you go see them. So she fired him and hired a detective. She found out that Mousse lived in Hong Kong and had become somewhat of celebrity in Kung Fu movies and frequently flew to Las Angles to star in them.

She rented one; laughing at the title, only Mousse could have come up with “Duck Boy” It was one of the high action ones that made little sense and make all Asians seem like learning martial arts was a requirement by law. Her heart ached to see her handsome husband doing impossible aerial feats, while flinging hidden weapons about as a human and as a duck; she’d always thought his style showy and theatrical. Hollywood seemed to eat it up. She watched the movie three times that night, missing the boy who had always been there for her; she even missed the duck. She always frowned at the final scene where he kissed the beautiful gaijin at the end; he wasn’t wearing his wedding ring in the movie.

Mousse had caught a nasty flu bug while filming in Japan and had been housebound with a high fever and as weak as a kitten ever since.. He tried to eat a slice of toast, but it had been violently heaved out of his stomach by the constant nausea. Moaning, he went to answer the doorbell that someone kept on ringing. He had to hold onto the wall for support as he was too dizzy to stand unaided. He hated being sick and rarely was.

He opened the door to find Shampoo on the other side. “Can I help you?” he asked, hiding behind the door as much as possible, as he didn’t want her to see him like this.

“Yes you tell me why coward send divorce papers and not bring in person!” she demanded in horrible Japanese, as she always did when she was mad or nervous.

“I didn’t want see you and I still don’t, that’s why. Go away” he said closing the door, but she caught it and kicked it open. The only thing that stopped him from falling was her hand on his arm. “Mousse, are you okay? You look horrible,” she said with some concern.

“Leave me alone” he said pushing her away from him, but then he almost lost his balance, so she caught him around the waist. She put her hand on his brow “You’re burning up” she said gently stroking the hair stuck to his sweaty face away.

“It’s just the flu” he said, then slapped a hand over his mouth and bolted for the bathroom. As he vomited miserably, she held his hair back and whispered soothingly nothings to him. She sat him down on the toilet afterwards and started a bath.

“I’ve had plenty of women since you” he said bitterly.

She glanced up “then where are they?” she inquired.

“Who?”

“The women, if you’re so popular then why isn’t one of them here taking care of you?” she asked, testing the temperature of the now full bath.

“I don’t need them” he replied with a hint of hostility in his voice.

“Get undressed and get in the bath,” she said patiently. “You’re covered with sweat and we need to get you clean”

“I don’t need you either. I’m not sick,” he declared.

“I don’t care whether you need me or not, take off your clothes and get into the bath” she demanded.

“With you here?” he asked with a blush.

“Mousse, I first saw your penis when you were six years old when we used to play doctor together and I have seen a whole lot more of it since then” she replied crossing her arms. She watched while he removed the sweat pants, t-shirt and bathrobe he had on and stepped in the bath. He sighed as the warm water surrounded him, before he could say anything she picked up the shampoo and washed his hair then carefully poured water from a jug over the back of his head until it was free of suds. Then she moved it aside and scrubbed his back for him, using hard circular motions, so that it acted like a massage. He moaned at this. He completely relaxed and let her wash the rest of him, relishing the soothing feeling of soft warm hands on his aching body. She got him a towel ad he stood up shivering. “See? You are sick; you always shiver when you are,” she admonished as she wrapping him in a large towel, and then put his bathrobe around him. She laid him on the couch covered with a blanket, while she exchanged the sheets on his bed for fresh ones. She looked at around while she placed his sweaty clothes and sheets into his washing machine. His place was all glass topped chrome tables and leather couches, the complete bachelor look; Shampoo didn’t like it.

She returned to Mousse and set a bag of ice on his head “why are you doing this?” he asked brokenly.

“Because I should’ve being doing this for you a long time ago, but I was an idiot” she replied. She stepped close to him to feather her fingers through his hair to help it dry; she busied herself this way, not trust herself to look into his eyes in case her own loneliness showed. This is her first time touching a man in a year.

“Are you hungry?” I can order you some soup or something,” she offered.

“I can’t eat,” he said shivering again, he didn’t know if it was from her familiar touch or from being ill. Shampoo called her hotel to cancel her room and have her baggage delivered to Mousse’s place.

“Come on, lets put you to bed” she said helping him up.

She brought him some pajamas and then tucked him beneath the duvet “why are you here?” he asked.

“I’m here because I’ve missed you” she said and pulled off her clothes and climbed in bed beside him. He sighed at the feeling of soft arms holding him and fell into a dreamless sleep. He woke up a couple times in the night and threw up into the bucket she had left for him. Each time she emptied it out and got him some water, then hummed a Chinese lullaby to him while she held him until the exhausted man fell back to much needed sleep. She woke up first thing in the morning, the soft light hit his too pale face, making him look like an innocent, sleeping angel and felt like she was home for the first time in a long while. She hadn’t realized how badly she would miss him if he left, because she never thought that he would go away. Fifteen years of chasing him away had led to her following him. By his side is where she intended to remain, with him, the man she loved. She’d been too blind to realize this until now. “Wo ai ni, Airen” she said to him as he opened his still fevered, but beautiful laser surgery-ed eyes. ‘It’s a dream’ he thought and then snuggled against her, enjoying her caresses. This is what made him doubly sure it was a dream. He remembered being this sick at the Nekohanten and fantasizing about Shampoo coming to his room and kissing his fevered brow with soft lips, then applying a cold cloth of his forehead and holding his hand while he slept. He wasn’t greedy, an hour would have been fine, and instead she knocked sharply on his door and told him to keep down his moans of pain, as she couldn’t sleep. She smiled at her husband and kissed his brow. ‘Yep definitely a dream’ he thought and snuggled closer to his sweet apparition as she welcomed him with open arms.

She stayed with him for five days and during that time they talked and laughed together; it was just like old times. They watched movies and played card games when he wasn’t sleeping. Mousse was starting to consider these days to be the happiest of his life. There was no angst or bitterness by the time he was well again and he seemed to look at her with regretful eyes, the more his body healed. ‘He’s been lonely’ she realized.

On the fifth day he got out of bed and took a shower, then ate the food that Shampoo had prepared for him and got dressed. “Thanks for everything” he said giving her a tender smile that almost broke her heart. “When do you have to go home?” he asked sadly.

“I am home” she said, “I love you Mu Tsu” she said.

“But I thought you didn’t want me that way?” he asked. He didn’t sound like the controlling master then. It was more like how he used to be before his transformation; sad and wore his heart on his sleeve.

“Shampoo been stupid, treat Ranma like god and Mousse like fool, when was other way round. Shampoo doesn’t love Ranma and never did. She already in love with you, but suppress, great-grandmother said must do duty marry Ranma, have strong daughters. So Shampoo sad and have keep you away from me. Made decision, want you if still want me. Do you?” she asked apprehensively in nervously bad Japanese. It was the prettiest speech Mousse had ever heard.

“Wo ai ni, Xian Pu” he replied.

“Then you let Shampoo stay with you as wife?” she asked.

“Only if Mousse be only husband,” he said with a grin.

“Hiya about time Mousse ask’ she said with her hands on her hips.

“Does this mean you you'll stop taking birth control?” he replied.

“You knew about that?” she asked.

“Yep, kind of hard not to figure out” he replied.

“Let’s go to bed, I’m not sick anymore and think I'm ready for other activities” he said holding out his hand.

“About time you ask” she said with a flirtatous smile.

Fin