Marital Arts 6 - Pt5

Ranko and Shampoo lay on their sides on the bed, facing each other.  
Ranko's hand moved lazily up and down Shampoo's side, rippling the 
sheets with its passage as she told Shampoo about the Cat-Tongue. 
 
Shampoo:  "Ryoga as good as Ranko or Ranma?" 
Ranko:  [laughing lightly] "Not quite.  But he could be, with a little... 
	training." 
Shampoo:  "But Shampoo want strong man only." 
Ranko:  "Well, he's not going to force you.  He's not that kind of man.  
	And I'm not going to force you into a threesome with him.  
	But... I do love him.  And I love you.  I want us to be 
	together." 
Shampoo:  "Shampoo don't know.  Shampoo love Ranko, but..." 
Ranko:  "I know." 
 
Ranko kissed Shampoo, then pulled her lover into her embrace as 
they drifted off to sleep. 
 
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Akane started to take out their futon after Ranma entered the room. 
 
Ranma:  "Say, do you think Kyoko suspects anything?" 
Akane:  "What makes you say that?" 
Ranma:  "Well, I just passed her on the stairs, and she looked at me 
	and blushed.  I mean, really, really red." 
Akane:  "I could be behind that." 
 
Akane smiled as Ranma frowned at her. 
 
Ranma:  "What were you talking about?" 
Akane:  "About boys... and what's its like to sleep with one." 
Ranma:  "You didn't... not about me?" 
Akane:  "Well, she's not going to tell anyone.  I trust her." 
Ranma:  "Even so..." 
Akane:  "Besides, she a friend.  She asked about us now that you're 
	stuck..." 
Ranma:  "And what did you say?" 
Akane:  "I told her that once I married you, I didn't care what form 
	you were in, because its you." 
Ranma:  "And she wasn't shocked or disgusted?" 
Akane:  "Maybe a little.  But not too much." 
 
Ranma and Akane noticed the sounds of passion coming from 
Nabiki's room.  Ranma and Akane undressed for bed. 
 
Ranma:  "Who's that with Nabiki? 
Akane:  "I think its Mousse." 
Ranma:  [slipping under the covers] "Mousse?  Nabiki wants 
	Mousse?  That jerk?" 
Akane:  [joining Ranma] "He's not so bad.  And I think Nabiki's been 
	looking for someone of her own." 
Ranma:  "Is Nabiki really serious about him?" 
Akane:  "I know she didn't plan it to end this way tonight, but maybe 
	she really is." 
 
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Mousse woke to find himself still at Nabiki's breast, her hand idly 
playing with his hair as she watched her new lover through the night.  
At Mousse's movements, Nabiki smiled at him.  He really couldn't see 
it without his glasses, but he felt her move against him seductively.  
Nabiki reached over to get his glasses and placed them on his head. 
 
Mousse:  "Umm... I've got to... where's the bathroom?" 
 
Nabiki told him the location of the upstairs bathroom, reminding him 
to be careful, even though it was now early morning. 
 
Mousse:  "I'll be right back." 
Nabiki:  "I know you will."  [smiling] "You're clothes are still here.  
	And I..."  [taking his hand and running it over her body] 
	"will be waiting for your return." 
 
With her other hand she touched Mousse's penis and it instantly 
responded.  Pulling Mousse out of bed, she guided him to the door 
and kissed him before he left.  He carefully made his way to the 
bathroom, being careful to move silently. 
 
Mousse thought to himself as he lifted the seat and started to use the 
bathroom.  He was almost scared of Nabiki; she overwhelmed him 
with her sensuality and drive, but she seemed to really want him.  He 
got the feeling that if he wished it, tonight would be nothing more 
than a one-night stand for the both of them, but she was prepared to 
give him more than that if he wanted it. 
 
Mousse was confused.  He wasn't sure who he wanted anymore.  
There was Shampoo, but she was in love with another girl.  There 
was Nabiki, but could he give up on Shampoo for her? 
 
Mousse started on his way back to Nabiki's room.  From out of the 
shadows Cologne hit him on the head and sent him to the ground. 
 
Cologne:  "I see that you've started something with the unattached 
	Tendo girl, Mousse.  Good.  As your village elder I am 
	ordering you to learn all of their Marital Arts techniques.  
	To that end, you are to court her.  But first, you are to leave 
	tomorrow morning for the village and hand the council of 
	elders this note..."  [gives Mousse a small envelope] 
	"explaining our situation here.  Do not fail, Mousse." 
 
Cologne hopped away.  Mousse got up and rubbed the back of his 
head.  Nabiki rushed out, still as naked as he was, and led him back 
to her room. 
 
Mousse:  "I guess... I guess you heard what she said." 
Nabiki:  [nodding] "I won't do it.  Not what she wants.  That I will 
	only do for my husband and my children.  Do you 
	understand, Mousse?" 
 
Mousse did, and gained a small measure of respect for the girl in 
front of him.  She might not be a martial artist, but she had her own 
iron will and her own sense of honor.  He didn't quite understand 
what Cologne was talking about when she mentioned 'marital arts', 
but Nabiki stopped him before he asked. 
 
Nabiki:  "I can't explain it.  If I did, I might have to kill you, and I 
	couldn't bear to do that right now." 
 
Mousse looked in disbelief as Nabiki.  The sense of threat he got from 
her was real! 
 
Nabiki:  "Just say you'll come back to me." 
Mousse:  "I... I'll come back." 
 
Nabiki kissed Mousse, and he felt like he should protect her because 
she seemed so vulnerable.  Then the feeling passed as she took the 
envelope from his hand and let it fall to the floor.  Nabiki kicked the 
clothes aside and brought Mousse to lie on his back.  Nabiki's hand 
went to his cock, raising it up for their pleasure.  Mousse looked in 
disbelief as he realized the sexual hunger the girl had; but he started 
to realize that he could match that hunger with his own.  He reached 
up and brought Nabiki down to kiss him. 
 
Nabiki:  "I guess we'd better say good-bye, then..." 
Mousse:  "Not until morning..." 
Nabiki:  "Good." 
 
*****************************finis Marital Arts Episode 6 
 
[Author's Note #1:  I changed Cologne's age from one hundred (as 
presented in the translated manga) to one hundred and fifty in the 
event that I reach an unadaptable story.]