Ranma's New Fiance

Ranma was shocked that Amanda’s barn concealed a hummer. “Nice truck” she commented.

Amanda just swung expertly behind the wheel. “The roads are pretty bad here, you need a four by four” she explained while the younger woman climbed awkwardly in beside her.

“So a jeep or a pick up truck wouldn’t do and a dessert vehicle of death would?” she asked her.

“I fell in love with it on the lot” Amanda said with a smile that showed she had great affection for her ‘truck’. She reversed and then the hummer surged forward with a force that pinned Ranma to the passenger seat. Amanda proved to have a lead foot and be an extremely defensive driver; to the point she was practically offensive, Ranma white-knuckled as while she drove them towards town. Amanda spoke with Mousse on her cell phone as she drove” yes Ranma and I are going shopping for a few things, would you like to come? Didn’t think so. We’re probably buying her some clothes; they have some cute western tops that I think would look nice on her. Yes it is hard to miss the fact that she likes wearing Chinese clothes, but I thought a bit of variety might be nice. Not everyone wants to go around looking like an extra from a Kung fu movie like you do. Honestly, have you ever even worn those black jeans I bought you?” Ranma could only goggle at the idea of Mousse in black jeans. She pictured his long legs clad in the jeans with the contours of his high, firm round ass being hugged by the denim. This image caused her to blush, and then she dismissed it. ‘So my husband has a nice ass?’ she told herself. She turned her mind back to Amanda’s one sided conversation. “Why do you sound so tired Son?” Amanda asked, turning a pointed look at Ranma. “Working out you say? Sounds like you worked a little too hard. Any certain colours you like to see Ranma in?” she asked him. “Red? I’ll see what I can do. Okay, I’ll let you get back to sleep. Don’t bother making dinner, Ranma and I will pick something up and bring it back. Love you, bye” she said and hung up. She turned to Ranma, “it seems that Mu Tzu likes you in the colour red” she observed. This caused Ranma to turn that exact shade.

“Why did you invite him, I want this to be a surprise?” Ranma asked.

“No man wants to be caught dead shopping with two women. He gets visions of holding their purses while other men make fun of him. This way he’s not suspicious” she said and with a final right turn that would have made a race car driver nervous, she drifted neatly in the nearest parking spot. She helped Ranma out.

“Where did you learn to drive? I thought most Amazon’s didn’t have cars” she said.

Amanda looked at her “I used to depend on horse and cart like all the rest until I had to drive that slow moving thing through the night while my only child wailed in agony. I stayed in the hospital all night long and the next day sat the written driving test and signed up for lessons. I took those between visits to the hospital, even if it meant I had to drive my cart there. When I got my license I swore I would never drive something that moved so slowly again” she explained while she led Ranma to the store she thought would do.

Ranma gained even more respect for the strong, brave women. She was an Amazon, but not like anyone else she’d ever met. She was intelligent and firmly hooked into modern technology while a lot of them lived in the past. “Here’s the place” she declared.

Ranma could only stare at window display which contained mannequins wearing lingerie that would have made Happosia weep with joy. “Are you sure about this?” she asked.

Amanda just took her arm and yanked her inside. “Hi we need to get my daughter-in-law a bra and perhaps some panties. However, we don’t know her sizes” she said to the salesgirl

She looked sharply at Ranma “you don’t know your sizes? How old are you?” she asked her.

“Sixteen” Ranma replied. “I’ve never really worn a bra before” she said sheepishly.

The salesgirl’s eyebrows shot up at this when she regarded Ranma’s ample chest “But surely you must have at least worn a training bra during puberty? It’s not like those would have developed overnight” she exclaimed.

Ranma opened her mouth, but Amanda rested her hand on her shoulder. “She’s a late bloomer; they pretty much did develop overnight. Now please show us your merchandize. She’ll need everyday bras and some nice ones from special occasions. Let her choose whatever she wants and charge it to my account” she said with some authority in her voice.

“I can’t let you pay for them!” Ranma protested after the salesgirl measured her and went to get the items she thought might suit.

Amanda shrugged “consider it a wedding present. Besides, I always wanted a daughter but was blessed with only one child. It’s an honour that you let me help you with such an important a rite of passage” she said.

“Thank you” Ranma said touched. “Is 32DD large?” she asked her.

“Oh yeah, it’s going to be fun trying to finding bras that fit when they get bigger” Amanda mused.

Ranma was mystified that all the bras that she was presented with came with matching panties. “I don’t know if I’m ready for panties yet” she whispered

Amanda examined each pair “they all seem to be a pretty comfortable low rise bikini style with no scratchy lace or butt floss, just try them on” she suggested.

Ranma blushed when she examined herself in the mirror; she’d chosen to try on a black lace bra and panty set. She knew how to do up a bra from Happosai, so she only had a slight problem adjusting her breasts into the cups. She had to admit that she looked amazing. The dark fabric brought out the pale milkiness of her skin and the fiery redness of her hair. They molded to her body perfectly and emphasized her hourglass shape; she felt sexy and wondered how Mousse was going to react to them. She imagined him slipping them from her body and quickly quashed that thought. She flung open the change room door and asked “What do you think?”

Amanda actually blushed “I think that you should stay in the change room and examine yourself in the mirror inside. You can call me in if you wish me to see you” she explained. Ranma became aware that lots of people were watching her and the young man nearest to her with a nosebleed was being yelled at by his girlfriend. She quickly ducked back inside. Amanda joined her “I’m sorry, I guess I’m still thinking like a guy” she said embarrassed.

“No harm done other than the salesgirl wanting to know if you would like to model in their next lingerie show. However you might not want to wander around in your underclothes in the future, it could be disastrous to the male population’s noses” she said. With Amanda’s help, they quickly settled on the black set, two matching red sets, a white bra for everyday and two packs of cotton panties. “Now how about lingerie?” she asked Ranma with a gleam in her eye.

“Oh no you don’t” Ranma protested. She sighed when minutes later she wore a red corset trimmed in black lace, with matching panties and black lace stockings. “I look stupid, what’s the point of wearing something like this?” she whined.

“Think of yourself as being a present that Mu Tzu will be eager to unwrap. Wearing it is not the point, taking it off is the point” Amanda explained.

Ranma thought about Happosai’s reaction to lingerie. “Do all men like lingerie?” she asked hesitantly.

“Unless they’re homosexual or prefer to wear it themselves” Amanda replied.

“I’ll take it” Ranma said. That was quickly joined by a peignoir set, a sheer short nightgown and a couple baby doll sets, in red of course.

Amanda was strangely silent on the drive home after they’d stopped to pick up pizza.
“Ranma can I trust you with a secret?” she finally asked her.

“You know that you can” Ranma reminded her.

“Okay, do you mind taking a slight detour home?” she asked her.

“Of course not, we can put the pizza in the oven to heat it up when I get home” Ranma replied.

“I wanted to explain to you about Mousse’s father, he was an outsider who I met quite accidently when he came to examine some land he owned. He had a flat tire, so I took him to town in my cart. He didn’t know what to make of me or our way of life, but that didn’t stop us from falling in love or marrying. We conceived a child, Mu Tzu and lived at the farm house where I do now, as he didn’t want to live in the village and be treated as an Amazon husband. He longed for Mu Tzu not to be one either, he wanted him to travel and see the world, to get a proper education and make something of himself. He believed that a marriage should be based on equality and that is the way we lived, that was how Mu Tzu was brought up. If his father had lived, than all of those things would have probably come true, but his private plane when down when Mu Tzu was three. I got lonely and moved back into the village, but still preached to Mu Tzu against him becoming an Amazon, then he met Shampoo and that’s all he would be. All he wanted to do was marry to her, he didn’t want to go to school or even help me at the farm as that would take him away from her. We’re here” she said.

Ranma could recognize a commercial farm when she saw it. “Why are we here?” she asked.

“I want to show you a taste of Mu Tzu’s inheritance. “I own this and several other businesses. His father was extremely rich; all of his wealth came to me on his death with a trust fund set up for Mu Tzu. No one really knows about this except Mu Tzu. Everything goes to him on my death” Amanda explained.

“Mousse’s rich? But he always was broke in Nerima. Cologne paid him so little” Ranma said in shock.

“What do you mean? The allowance I sent him was quite generous” Amanda said sharply. “Surely you don’t think I would have sent my teenaged son into the world penniless?”

“I don’t think he got it” Ranma said.

Amanda’s eyes narrowed. “I’ll have to speak with Cologne about this; I wonder how many years I’ve been supporting that bloody restaurant of hers?” Amanda said furiously.

“I wonder too” Ranma said. “Why are you telling me about your wealth?”

“Mousse made me promise to leave it to his wife Amazon style, I refused to because I never wanted Shampoo to know in case she married him for his money, renounced her marriage and skipped away leaving him with nothing on my death. I want you to promise me that you’ll guard against that happening when I’m gone. I’ve lived modestly as his father taught me to, he had always said that you can put all your money in a barrel, but eventually someone’s going to steal it” Amanda explained.
“I’ll be there him no matter what happens to our marriage” Ranma promised.

“Thanks I knew you would” Amanda said relieved. “I have one more stop to make; I have to pick up some material that was weaved from me. You don’t mind?”

“Of course not” Ranma assured her. She waited in the car and was surprised when the sound of people speaking Japanese reached her. Lots of people were bilingual in the village to her relief as she was a little slow picking up Mandarin. She looked out the window to see a few of the younger Amazon males who’d hit on her smoking cigarettes and shooting the breeze. She figured that they were speaking Japanese so no one could understand them.

“I don’t care that she’s a Jusenkyo cursed girl; she’s one of the hottest women in the village and is wasted on a loser like Mu Tzu” Ra Zar complained.

“You think that he can even get it up for her?” Dent’l Fluzz asked.

“That fag, doubt it. Maybe she has a thing for ducks?” Ra Zar replied.

“Yeah what a shock that he’d become the duck boy as Shampoo was saying. He’s such an idiot. He’ll never be a man; he’ll always just be a boy, trophy wife and all” Dent’l Fluzz said.

“The male Weak should have to leave too, how pathetic that he thought Shampoo would marry him” Ra Zar said cruelly. “He’s just a little bitch; she likes men, not queers”

“You ever fuck her?” Dent’l Fluzz asked.

“Sure she’s a sex pot; I think the only one she hasn’t fucked is Mu Tzu. Yet he probably thinks she’s a virgin” Ra Zar said with a laugh.

“They should have left him outside the gates when he was eight with a red cloak so that he wouldn’t dream of marrying girls beyond his limitations. No matter what he does he’ll always the stupid duck boy” Dent’l Fluzz said and both boys finished their cigarettes and departed.

Ranma felt like running after them and pounding them into the ground for what they were saying about Mousse. “You heard?” Amanda asked from the shadows.

“How could they say that about him?” Ranma said in outrage.

“You can’t beat up an entire village, I’ve heard it all before and so has he. At least the duck thing is new. But that’s just something else to beat him over the head with” she replied.

“Amanda, there’s something I need to do. Would you take me to Cologne’s and not ask me where I’m going?” Ranma asked.

“Of course” she replied and drove her there.

“I need to go away for a few days. Please tell Mousse that I’ll be back soon” she said.

“Don’t you want to tell him yourself?” she asked Ranma.

“No if I tell him where I’m going, he’ll insist on coming with me, I need to do this alone. I can take care of myself” she promised the older woman.

“Okay, I trust you” Amanda said and dropped her off. Ranma didn’t go to the door, but reached under her hut for the tarpaulin wrapped back pack and bedroom roll that she’d stashed there in case she had to leave the village in a hurry. She pulled the straps up her arms and departed noiselessly.

Shampoo

Shampoo was tied spread eagle to a bed while Ryoga moved inside her, she moaned through her gag as the lit candle he clutched leaked hot wax onto her nipple, then set it down and pried up the stinging wax with the point of a razor sharp knife. She shivered at this. Her right breast had ‘Property of Ryoga Hikibi’ tattooed just above it. “So you’re still bent on marrying me? You’re going to prove yourself worthy enough to become my wife” he whispered to her and removed her gag.

Shampoo moaned when he picked up a cube of ice and stroked it against her sore nipple. He drew her nipple into his mouth to lightly bite it with his fang, before he suckled it as hard as he could. “I will be your wife, wo ai ni airen. I’ll never let you go” she cried in orgasm.

Ryoga smiled. He never thought that he’d be into these games, but now that he experienced them, he loved them and the girl who’d introduced him to BDSM love play. He looked at his fiancée’s large chest and ripe feminine body and wondered what he’d ever seen in flat-chested, boyish Akane.