"Moooouuuussssee..." A voice cooed. Mousse's head jerked up instantly. The accent was unmistakable.
"Shampoo?!?!" He flailed in the darkness. "Where are you Shampoo!?!?"
"Heerrreee..." Her voice whispered into his ear, so close he could feel her warm breath. He spun around in zero G to find nothing. What the...?!? he began to think. Where is she!! Am I going insane???
"Nooo..." Her kawaii voice whispered again. "Heeerrree..." as a hand caressed his thigh. Once again he twisted around to find nothing anywhere near him. "I am going insane..." He whimpered, when suddenly, fingers ran through his raven black hair, finding his glasses and removing them. "HEY!!! I need those to see!!!" but once again finding only the darkness.
That was when he saw a purple blur in front of him. As it drew closer into his seeable vision range, he could discern the identity, and what he saw sent a geyser of blood fountaining from his nostrils. Shampoo floated a scant few inches from him, totally nude and absolutely seductive looking. "You look like you need company..." She whispered in Chinese, Mousse in total awe at the sight in front of him. He instantly turned to jelly, every square inch of him vividly aware of the body heat that radiated from her. "Wha-!?!? Wha-!?!? What are you doing!?!?"
He stammered, not so much because he didn't enjoy the sight, but because such a sight was beyond his wildest dreams...
"We're here to fulfill ALL of your fantasies, Mousse..." A deeper female voice purred from behind him, arms snaking around his neck.
"RANMA!!!" He instantly realized and moved to twist around and face the enemy, only to realize that his body failed to budge. Instead, his eyes remained firmly riveted to Shampoo and her body- Not an entirely bad place to have them riveted to, he thought in the back of his mind.
"Shampoo! We have to..." He stalled momentarily as she floated over him, revealing her dampened purple bush upon parting her legs.
"Ummm.. Uh.. have to... Escape..." A band of smooth silk obscured his vision and tightened around his head, totally blinding Mousse.
"There will be no escaping today, Mousse..." Ranma-chan cooed, securing the silk blindfold. "Damn you Ranma!" Some of Mousse's anger resurfaced.
"I'll resist you!" She chuckled in his ear. "Is that right???"
Suddenly, Mousse felt a warm hand snake into his pants, masaging his already hard shaft, causing him to inhale sharply. "Exactly who will you be resisting? Myself? Or is that Shampoo?" had the blindfold not been present, Mousse's eyes would have widened to the size of silver dollars.
"MMMmmmmmmm..." Shampoo pressed herself against Mousse. "Mousse VERY hard..." She then proceeded to disrobe Mousse, letting his white cloak float off into space. Soon, a pair of hands pulled his pants off and continued the brief message he had received earlier. "Oh Shampoo... How I've dreamed of this..." Mousse sighed, enjoying the fingers pleasure. "I'm glad you so enjoy it..." The deeper voice said in a bemused tone. Mousse stiffened, horrified. "But that was Shampoo!!! She...! I...!" He panicked. "Calm down Mousse..." Shampoo whispered in his ear. It soothed him slightly. "What's going on here Shampoo?!?!" The Amazon floated in front of him. "This..." And gave Mousse the most sensual kiss he had of received in his life. Even as their tongues played each other, Ranma-chan continued her playing, expertly stimulating his penis with her finger tips. Mousse squirmed against the very thought of Ranma doing so, only to have Shampoo intensify her kiss, applying her entire body to Mousse's now naked flesh.
His newly developed panic of Ranma-chan's touch quickly dissolved, his hands instinctively finding the curves of Shampoo's body. The pig-tailed seductress soon had enough of the finger message and let her tongue curled around his head. Once more, Mousse shuddered, though not because of any revoltion toward her. Had his mouth been free to do so, he would have let out a moan of serious pleasure. Any lingering doubts about the two on one relationship evaporated as Ranma-chan fully enveloped his organ, sucking and caressing with her tongue. Mousse had to break off his kiss with Shampoo this time and inhale deeply with the stimulation. Shampoo released her hold on Mousse and let her firm breasts float to his eye level, her nipples grazing his lips. There was only one thing to do according to Mousse's testosterone drenched mind. Like a boy in a candy store, the blind Mousse found the luscious breasts and began to caress and massage them. There was also only one thing to do with the nipple that had found it's way to his lips. Almost mimicking Ranma who continued to balance Mousse on the brink of ejaculation, he let his tongue trace circles around the nipples edge, feeling it harden in his mouth. He too began to suck, to play, and it wasn't long before both Shampoo and he writhed in their own separate passions.
Satisfied that both nipples had been sufficiently attended to, Mousse floated Shampoo up further, letting his hands glide down her stomach and thighs. Ranma-chan felt the shift in position and looked up, getting ideas of her own. Shampoo's legs straddle Mousse's shoulders, finding the right spot and inhaling the beautiful sent from her sex. Ranma too was shifting positions, locking her legs around Mousse's back. Just as he began to lick Shampoo's gates, Ranma-chan impaling herself onto Mousse's shaft with a low, satisfied sigh and began plunging up and down. All this served to drive Mousse further into his own mindless pleasure, probing deeper inside Shampoo. All Shampoo had to do at that point was float in space and bask in the sensuality that coursed through her, flowing from between her legs...
The air was alive with the sounds of passion, both females voicing their arousal as they bucked and rocked on the male that drove them, Mousse deeply enthralled as well, though unable to voice himself save the few groans that escaped from Shampoo's legs. While not as audible as his partners, Mousse expressed his passion the only way he could, his body quivering as he thrust and licked the females that pleasured him in turn. Mousse was the first to loose it, letting himself explode warm cum inside of Ranma-chan while she continued to rock to a fro, thrusting hard inside of her. She didn't last much longer, the stimulation touching off her own orgasm that sent her moaning even louder.
Which, in turn, was the last domino for Shampoo. Mousse's ejaculation only heightened his own pleasure and he attacked Shampoo's sex even more fiercely, increasing the speed his tongue in and out and around her vagina. Ranma-chan's increased moaning only heightened the experience even more. Her body tensed and Mousse's mouth was suddenly flooded with Shampoo's hot juices, which he eagerly lapped up. For the second time that day, the space between her legs pulsed fiercely, consuming her with lust. The orgasm ran it's course and she slackened her leg hold around Mousse's neck, floating down to join Ranma-chan and Mousse in a warm lovers embrace.
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That afternoon, Ranma-chan was also having an adventure of her own. Taking the liberty to douse herself with water before leaving school, Ranma felt supreme confidence as she walked home, taking big swift steps.
Of course, having lots of confidence didn't mean that Ranma fully accepted the idea. The thought about having to have sex with at least one guy wasn't good. It was terrible. Ranma, having grown up with Genma, had learned that man with man was not proper.
Well, Ranma-chan right now had a very sexy girl's body, but she still didn't like the idea. She constantly thought of herself as a guy, but she didn't like to admit that she had girlish thoughts as Ranma-chan.
"Well, Ranma, you've got yourself into a fix this time. You really have to be some kind of pervert to even want to fuck this guy." Ranma's dominant male side commented in her head.
Ranma's nascent female side, also known as Yin, shouted back. "Awww, Yang, just shut up. It's nothing. You know the most important thing dad told you. ON YOUR HONOR, YOU MUST DO ANYTHING TO WIN! Besides, it would be a shame to have this well- stacked body remain a virgin. You're just begging to be fucked!"
Ranma-chan on the other hand hated it when she heard these weird voices in her head, but she had to subscribe to her feminine impulse. It was a matter of honor, and honor worked in mysterious ways. With a reluctant sigh, she looked at her destination, the Kuno Estate.
Leaping over the fence, she landed in the yard, and immediately saw her objective before her.
Tatewaki Kuno was a busy man, right after school, he had rushed home so he could go through his daily exercises of controlled breathing and mind focusing. However, no sooner than he entered a trance, the sound of someone landing behind him severely disturbed.
"What infidel has right to transgress onto my land and disturb me from my task!" he shouted, turning around to meet his attacker. But as soon as he laid eyes on his intended target, all fight left him and he swept his beloved in his arms.
"Oh pigtailed girl! How it makes me so happy to see thee!" He shouted, allowing himself a playful squeeze, mashing Ranma's breasts into his chest. Ranma did her best not to give Kuno a concussion.
Amazingly enough, after that intense hug, Kuno immediately released Ranma-chan. "So, my goddess, what may I do for you?"
Ranma decided to cut to the chase and forget about boring courtship. "Kuno, can you just take off your clothes?" Ranma snickered
All of the sheer joy on Tatewaki's face drained away as he heard her question. "And why might you ask that pigtailed girl?"
"Hurry up! Take you clothes off so I can fuck you and leave!" Kuno staggered backwards as he heard such uncouth speech from his dearly beloved.
"Oh, you must certainly be affected with a fever of the mind. Such improper speak, such base behavior! Has my sister poisoned thee? Has that wretched Saotome hurt your mind? What is wrong with you?" Kuno asked, concern filling his face.
Ranma-chan had to admit. If you gave Kuno the chance, he could be quite the proper civilized person. But at the same time, this wasn't good. Convincing Kuno to have premarital sex was going to be a big challenge.
Ranma-chan decided to use her feminine wiles on Kuno. "Well, Kuno, I'm feeling really bored right now, and I was hoping to find some way to pass the time." She tried her best to be seductive, allowing her loose clothing to fall low, revealing some of her cleavage.
Kuno turned red as he saw a flash of hard nipple. He swallowed hard, and changed the subject. "Excellent idea, my love! We shall pass the time by writing poetry! Let me get my brushes!"
Ranma-chan groaned as Kuno lead her into the vast mansion, up the ivory staircase and into his room. She made a mental clarification. This was going to be a lot harder than she had anticipated.
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"Your wild beauty, entrancing, like the essence of an life itself, the perfect woman." Kuno chanted out off the top of his head. Ranma meanwhile was swearing constantly to herself for getting stuck with such an average and boring individual.
For the past hour or so, she had been seating across from Kuno, listening to him espouse poetic phrases of no significance. But then again, his feminine side was impressed with the amount of devotion that Kuno was displaying.
Kuno opened his eyes and looked soulfully into Ranma's eyes. "Now your turn." Ranma felt a lump develop in her throat as she wasn't good at all with poetry. In fact the last poem he had written was immediately tossed into the trash.
"You dolt," shouted Yin. "Let me take over for now, before you make us looking like a dumb uneducated fool!"
"Who needs education? We're martial artists!" complained Yang.
"Never mind." muttered Yin as she punched out Yang. Yang teetered and collapsed deep within Ranma's mind.
Ranma-chan took a deep breath and started to prattle, making up bullshit phrases that barely made sense. "I close my eyes and find myself with my ideal man, both intertwined and wavering. We crash together like the ocean spray thrusting at the rocks of the shore. I cry out with joy as I feel him next to me, inside me, touching me."
Ranma-chan gave Tatewaki a tentative look. He hadn't commented yet, so she went on. "I want to make him a part of me, take him within me." Tatewaki seemed to be breathing heavily at this moment.
Ranma-chan thought to herself. 'Good, he's excited. Now all I need to do is make my move.' Without warning, she leaped onto Kuno and gave him a fierce kiss.
Kuno struggled a bit before pushing Ranma-chan off him, knocking her back, spilling tea over her shirt. Tatewaki looked at Ranma-chan straight in the eye. "I'm sorry, but on my and your honor, we can not do this."
He suddenly noticed the dark wet stain on Ranma-chan's clothing, the wet clothing adhering to her chest accentuating her figure. Ranma-chan noticed the slightest amount of desire still lingering in his eyes. 'Just a little more and he'll lose it.'
He gestured to his bathroom. "Perhaps you want to dry yourself off. You can do it in there." Ranma-chan, her mind brewing hard, walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind her.
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Some twenty minutes later, with not a sound coming from the bathroom, Tatewaki was beginning to get worried. He wondered whether something had happened to his beloved, whether she had accidentally stepped into a trap that was meant for him.
He knocked on the door. "Pig tailed girl, are you alright?" He heard a moan coming from with in the room, and his concern for her welfare caused him to kick in the door and walk into the room.
He walked in and looked around, trying to find her. And he sure found her. "Kuno, why don't you come here and make me comfortable?" She stood there and twirled around, the only thing on her body a long pink translucent silk scarf wrapped around her, billowing free in the wind.
She stopped facing him, and he could see her body in more fine detail. Her dark areolas and her jutting nipples, the reddish tint of the fine down between her legs. Tatewaki swallowed hard as desire took a hold of him and made him hard.
"Kuno, why don't you join me in the tub?" Ranma-chan asked, her voice low and sexy. Then before he could react, she slid into the tub, casting the scarf from her.
Tatewaki closed his eyes and prayed to the Gods for the strength to resist her charm. But today, the Gods were not listening to him, and before he knew it, he had cast off his clothing and entered the lukewarm water with him.
The temperature difference made Tatewaki's stiffness grow even longer. Then the two pressed against each other. At first she seemed uncomfortable, but as Kuno brushed past her, and her body pressed against this paragon of manliness, she found herself wet.
Under such stimulus, Kuno lost all concept of honor, and he touched Ranma-chan. It was not a simple touch, as one between friends or business associates. Rather it was a sexually charged touch, his hand sliding down her front, molding her left breast to his palm.
Ranma-chan's body betrayed her as she felt her erection, her nipples immediately hardened and pressed hard into Kuno's hand. "Oh, Kuno," she moaned. As Kuno added his tongue to the list of sensations that she felt.
His head grazed her, teasing her, making her lips wet with sexual excitement. Even though the water was very cooling, Ranma-chan felt herself burning up, burning up with so much desire that she wanted it to finish.
She grabbed his stiffness and brought it close. "Don't play with me," she moaned as Kuno licked her lips, her mouth, his hands playfully caressing her entire body. "Just fuck me."
She felt Kuno lean against her, and without a delay, she guided herself onto him. For a moment, she paused, but the contact just flipped a switch in Kuno. Something in him snapped, and he shoved himself into her with one long stroke.
Ranma-chan had felt so stimulated before, and now she just felt like she was flying through the air. She felt hands wrap around her, and hoist her so all of her weight forced her hips into Kuno. And then the ecstasy started.
Kuno pushed in and out, slowly at first, full, powerful, forceful strokes. The two of them settled into a rhythm, and like two dancers, they complemented each other. Ranma-chan felt Kuno press her against the edge of the tub, and then pull away.
Then, Ranma-chan felt it. She came on Kuno, but regardless, he continued pumping away. As she screamed out as her vaginal muscles grabbed as hard as she could. This made Kuno start groaning as Ranma-chan's tightness became even tighter.
Pushing hard against the resistance so hard that the water in the tub started to splash out, Kuno grabbed Ranma-chan even tighter to his body. "Oh god!" shouted Ranma-chan as her orgasm spiked at a continuous level of pleasure, as if someone had wired the pleasure centers in her head to "On."
Then Kuno screamed, sheathing himself and sprayed into Ranma- chan. She felt a warm liquid bathe her insides, but since she still hadn't finished her orgasm, she didn't care at all. As soon as Kuno felt himself coming back to earth from the brightness, his penis shrank and slithered its way out of Ranma- chan.
The two of them rested into the tub, taking deep breaths of air, their hearts pounding hard.
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Ranma-chan walked home with a certain satisfaction, of course, it was short lived as her masculinity managed to drag himself off the ground. Yang grabbed his bruised head and glared at Yin. "What the hell did you do? You had fucking sex with that asshole!"
Yin sighed as she seemed dreamy. "Man, he knew how to make a girl feel good." Unconsciously, she fingered herself.
Yang slapped Yin across the face. "You make me sick!" he shouted. "If I could, I'd just..." He never finished as a kick to the head sent him down, then she jumped onto him and pounded his head into the ground. "NEVER, NEVER, NEVER SLAP A GIRL!" Ranma-chan walked down the street, and her eyes landed on her next prey.
Yin ignored Yang's battered body and started to giggle nonstop as Ryoga, somewhat more distracted than usual, walked into a tree.
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Ranma-chan greeted Ryoga as old friends usually do. "Hey P- Chan!" Immediately Ryoga growled and took out his anger on the most immediate object, in this case, the map in his hands. Later, it would turn out that Ranma-chan actually did him a favor, as he had been staring at a map of Greenland.
"Ranma! How many times must I tell you! I AM NOT P-CHAN!" Ryoga silenced himself, and looked around nervously as if trying not to find Akane.
Ryoga then turned to Ranma with a triumphant look on his face. "Not as if it matters anymore. Akane just proved to me whom she prefers. She loves me, not you." Ranma-chan sighed.
"Is that so, P-Chan? Then I guess you wouldn't mind if I told Akane about your..." Ranma-chan felt Ryoga's hand clamp over her mouth as he held her in a tight body hold. Yin started to grin incessantly as she plotted.
"So little P-Chan wants to play rough with poor Ranma-chan." Ryoga screamed as he felt Ranma-chan playing with his pants.
"You pervert! Get away from me!" Ryoga then felt Ranma-chan snake his hands over her breast. Ryoga squeezed for a moment. 'Hey, Ranma was right, his breasts ARE larger than Akane's'
Then he realized what he was doing. "Just get away!" Closing his eyes shut, he ran like mad, which was a bad thing because everything in his path was atomized as he rammed through.
Ranma-chan smiled as she realized that Ryoga could be broken. She knew that with a little persuasive pressure, she could make him crumble under. Running to the Tendo Dojo, somewhat glad that Akane wasn't home, she raided Akane's wardrobe.
She grabbed a lacy, almost transparent red bra. The one good thing about Ranma-chan was that she knew almost precisely what sort of clothing would turn on a man. She grabbed a lacy white shirt, and putting it on, she was satisfied that Akane was a couple cups smaller. The shirt was stretched tight against her body, making the red bra actually stand out.
Looking in the mirror, Ranma-chan smiled. 'Damn, I look sexy.' Searching through miniskirts and shorts, Ranma-chan finally after some difficulty found one that would sort of stay on, everything else wouldn't stay on.
Still, her costume wasn't quite perfect, as she could still tell that she was Ranma in the mirror. Reaching behind, she undid the string that kept her hair in the tight pigtail, and her silky red hair let down. Taking a bottle of Super Anime Grip Hair Gel(tm), she combed her hair into a nice style, one extremely suited for a girl.
Satisfied, she winked to herself in the mirror, feeling somewhat turned on by her beauty. She knew that Ryoga would be drooling over her.
Her trap set, and plan all worked out, she went hunting. Ryoga wasn't particularly hard to track, as giant holes in walls and craters in the ground were impossible for a well trained expert to miss. Ranma simply followed the hidden trail that Ryoga had left, and within ten minutes time, she found Ryoga wandering alone in the park.
Ranma-chan decided on the lost girl act, to hook Ryoga's interest. With an extremely feminine walk, wiggling her butt in such a perfect way that it seemed that she was a supermodel walking down a runway. She tapped Ryoga timidly on the shoulder.
"Excuse me, do you know where am I? This wouldn't happen to be Beijing?" Ranma-chan tried her best not to snicker as she knew that she would never THAT lost. Ryoga on the other hand, would.
Ryoga looked up from his blissful thoughts, and turned to the girl. "What?" As soon as he saw those soulful eyes, he started to laugh nervously. "Oh, I wouldn't really know, I always get lost myself." He looked around, as if trying to find yet another person to ask for directions.
But luck was on Ranma-chan's side, and not a person could be seen at all. Yin snickered as she looked at the totally clueless expression on Ryoga's face. She wanted to see how dumb Ryoga really was. She tried the fiancee approach.
"You get lost a lot?" Ranma-chan asked Ryoga inquisitively.
Ryoga nodded shamefully, and in an instant, Ranma-chan swept him into her arms. "Oh, then you must be Ryoga Hibiki, my fiancee! I have wandered for so long in search of you!" She feigned sobbing into Ryoga's shoulder.
"My FIANCEE?" Ryoga asked incredulously. He looked at the extremely beautiful, and not to mention nicely dressed girl, sobbing into his shoulder. He could only whisper, "I never knew."
Ryoga reached down, asking a question. "And when were we engaged?"
Ranma-chan thought furiously, and she answered. "We were engaged since we were little babies by our parents!" She clasped Ryoga's hand to her breast. "And now we are together!" Ryoga froze yet again as he felt Ranma-chan's body through the extremely thin fabric of her clothing. Hell, it was as if he was really touching her naked body.
He felt a tug in his pants. He forced himself not to react. 'Down! Down! Damn you! Don't stick up right now!' he groaned to himself silently. Ranma-chan watched Ryoga go through exaggerated body movements.
"Dear, are you alright? It seems that these tight pants are restricting you. Shall I help?" Ryoga felt hands tugging at his pants, and instinct made him recoil backwards. But he was too late, and his unfastened clothing tumbled to the ground.
Ranma-chan stared at Ryoga's erection through his shorts for awhile. By this time, Yang had managed to wake up, and what he saw terrified him. "No, Ranma, No!" shouted Yang. "You're a guy!"
Yin turned around furious. Angry that someone had to pull her away from her view, angry that Yang just didn't know when to quit. She pulled out a hammer, and was about to pound Yang. Yang shouted. "A Hammer? Can't you be a little more creative?"
Yin dropped the hammer and stood there for a moment, thinking hard. Then an idea popped into her head. She pulled out a hard- cased steel baton from ASP Inc. "This better?" Yang screamed, and ran like crazy. Unfortunately, he ran into an obstruction, and fell down cold.
Yin turned back to the view and watched.
Ryoga looked at the sexy girl, who seemed to be totally devoted to her. Hell, based on what she said, she was ready for unconditional love to her. And like him, she had spent her entire life wandering. She smiled as she noticed him staring at her. "Ryoga, what are you doing, staring at me? Nothing nasty going through your head?"
Ryoga indeed had nasty thoughts going through his head. In fact, he could thank Akane for educating him in that particular field of human interaction. But he didn't want to betray Akane either. He shook his head. However, that girl didn't seem to want to notice. She walked to him, slowly.
She reached up and stroked the side of his face with her hands. "Ryoga dear, you look so tense. Why don't you sit in the shade?" She indicated a nice large tree with her other hand. Right now, Ryoga felt his manly desires slowly pushing aside his rationality. And besides, she sounded so reasonable.
He walked and sat down, his back against the tree. Ranma- chan kneeled down next to him. She whispered to him. "Just close your eyes." He did as he was told, and felt something warm clamp around his...
Ryoga's eyes opened wide, and he found the cute red head bobbing up and down, centered on his groin area. Her lips locked around him, her tongue caressing him. He watched her movements, hypnotised and unable to react.
As every moment passed, his passion bloomed and he started to moan as he felt his muscles in his groin start that all too familiar contractions. But even in his haze of sexual desire, his reason struggled to the last moment.
He didn't love the girl in front of him, and yet everything his body was telling him was to take her. He would have continued arguing with himself, but it was too late. He felt his head swimming in delight as he jerked.
Meanwhile Ranma-chan had felt the tremors, and somewhat worried about getting a mouthful of semen, she recoiled backwards. Instead of getting her mouth filled, she felt warm heavy streams of cum impact on her clothing.
In a way that was good, as Ranma-chan now had an excuse to take off her clothing. She started to undo the buttons, and in a moment, she pulled the shirt off. Looking down, she noted with some amusement that her bra too had been soaked. She tossed the semen soaked undergarment onto the ground.
Ryoga watched the girl, completely unabashful, stripping in front of him. He gazed at her smooth breasts, both of them definitely larger than Akane's. He longed to touch her perfect body, her slim waist, her hips.
She slid onto him, her breasts kissing him from his knees past his hardening manhood and to his chest. She then kissed him furiously.
Ranma-chan felt Ryoga's erection against her, and she smiled. "So you want more?" Ryoga gasped as Ranma-chan's miniskirt and panties seemingly disappeared, and she settled down onto him.
He felt himself get lost in her body, her beautiful body riding on him. The passion started to build up more and more, and Ryoga felt the strong muscles clench him even tighter. Ryoga felt his vision turning into a haze as he felt that familiar feeling.
He came again, unable to resist, and the rush hit him head-on, so hard so intense that he was unconscious when Ranma-chan finished. Ranma-chan stood up satisfied as she looked down on Ryoga. He definitely was a strong person, as it took quite a bit of coaxing to get him to come.