Mina-san Ohayou!
Following my latest Bulwer-Lytton entry, I was convinced to repost
my as-of-yet unfinished Lemon that is *slightly* related to some
questions arising from the Bulwer-Lytton thingie. I have added
only very little to this part, since I last posted it (long, long
ago), but I *swear* I will finish it someday.
*That* Time of the Month
--------------------------
A Ranma 1/2 Lemon
Seldom has ever a battlecry struck more terror in the hearts of
men and women alike, than the sounds that reverberated around the
cafeteria of Fuurinkan high school.
"Nihao, Ranma!"
The students frantically ducked under their tables, as the
cafeteria door exploded and filled the air with thousands of
lethal flechettes. As they slowly reared their heads again, there
was a figure standing in the remains of the doorway. It was a
figure they had come to know - and avoid.
"Shampoo make lunch for husband!" exclaimed the chinese amazon,
and bounded through the hall, towards her target.
Ranma sighed, as he brushed a few splinters out of his hair. At
least she had learned to use the doors, instead of wrecking the
walls everytime. "Hi, Shampoo. That's nice of you to bring me
lunch, but I just *had* lunch."
With the grim determination, that the hard-of-thinking often
display, Shampoo ignored his statement and layed out several bowls
of food before her 'husband'. "Ranma go on date with Shampoo
tonight, yes?"
Was it just his imagination, or was she extra-bouncy today? Ranma
shot a glance at Akane, as if asking for help, dealing with this.
But Akane had already turned her back towards him - apparently
even acknowledging Shampoo's presence had been an offense, Ranma
concluded. "Umm, that's really bad for me, tonight. How about we
forget about that date?"
Shampoo, who had noticed Ranma's glance, waved his words away.
"Ranma no fear violent tomboy Akane! Shampoo stronger - she come
take Ranma for date tonight!" With those words she bounced away
and out through the broken doors.
"No, Shampoo! Listen! Shampoo, Wait!" But she was already out
of earshot, down the hall. Suddenly something caught Ranma's eye.
The way she brushed against the corner, when she rounded it at the
end of the corridor. Oh no! thought Ranma. Surely it wasn't
already a month since last time. But the increased bouncyness and
her insistence on the date, were additional clues. It was
beginning again.
---
Two red-haired girls were sitting in a booth at the Neko-Hanten.
The waiter approached them, to take their orders, but suddenly he
froze.
"Ranma! I don't know how you got doubled, but I don't care! I
will take on even two of you, before I let you near Shampoo!" He
went into a fighting stance.
"Ranma? Who's Ranma?" asked one of the girls. She looked
*exactly* like the girl opposite of her. "We're Puxie..."
"and Fixie." completed the other one. Then both spoke in unison.
"We're identical twins!"
A staff whacked the waiter over the head.
"Put on your glasses, Mousse!" admonished the crone, attached to
the staff. "When has Ranma ever had red hair?"
"I thought he might be wearing a wig," mumbled Mousse.
"Blind idiot. Now take these customers' orders." The wrinkled
crone pogoed back into the kitchen. Mousse took out his notepad
and faced the twins.
"Oh, we just want something fast..." said Puxie.
"So we'll have a bowl of Ramen, each." supplied Fixie. They
watched Mousse take their order to the kitchen, then put their
heads together.
"I thought *she* was the waiter here."
"I thought so, too. Perhaps she is just out."
At that very moment, Shampoo came in through the front door, and
both the twins' heads swiveled towards her. "There she is!"
whispered Puxie excitedly. "And I was right - it's her time
again. Lookit her *hair*!"
"Ooooh! Yubbidy yubbidy yubb!" Fixie happily bounced up and down
on her seat. "Do you think we'll get any, tonight?"
"With her in that state, I'm *sure* there'll be something left for
us." They joined hands, as they watched Shampoo vanish into the
kitchen.
---
"I'm home, Great-grandmother!" shouted Shampoo.
"I can see that, Great-granddaughter. How did the groom react?"
"He will happily date me, tonight!"
"You say that every time. What *objective* proof do you have."
"He was very excited! He even called after me!"
"Oh well. Not that it matters anyway. We *will* get him tonight,
will it or not. We were too soft, the last time. Go to your room
now, Great-granddaughter, and prepare yourself."
Cologne looked after Shampoo, as she left obediently. Sometimes
she suspected that there was more than just the language barrier
behind the fact that Shampoo kept misreading the groom's
intentions.
---
"Gotta get away. Gotta get away!" repeated Ranma to himself like
a mantra, while he threw a spare set of clothes and other stuff
into his traveling bag. He barged into the next room, where his
father was.
"Hey, Pop, let's go on a training trip. Now!"
His father didn't move. "Son, we can't go on a trip. Have you
forgotten what day it is?"
"Huh? It's Saturday and... Oh no!"
"Oh yes! You're not going to squirm out of this. You *promised*
to stay here and watch over the dojo, while we go to watch Akane's
play. You've got to learn to take responsibility."
Ranma cringed. He *had* promised to guard the dojo - not
because there was any real need to do so, but because Akane had
threatened to kill him, if he dared go *near* her performance at
the school's theatre club. He didn't believe that his presence
was required to keep the dojo from blowing up, or something, and
would have told his father so in no uncertain terms, if it wasn't
for Kasumi.
Poor Kasumi. She had *so* looked forward to seeing Akane perform,
but now she was kept at home by a light flu. She was not so much
*ill*, as considerate of others, who might get infected, if she
went. Thinking of Kasumi, Ranma realized that he couldn't leave -
desperate though he was to be out of town by sunset. He couldn't
leave her here, with Shampoo likely to turn up for their 'date'.
His shoulders slumped, as he said "Yes, pop. I'll stay." He
would fight Shampoo off somehow. After all, he had managed to
avoid her, before. He shuddered to think that one day he might
not manage. Akane wouldn't stop at killing him.
---
Fixie was pacing up and down in a back alley behind the
Neko-Hanten. "How long do we have to wait?" she asked
impatiently.
"As long as it takes, I guess," said Puxie, who was considerably
more relaxed, leaning against the wall beneath Shampoo's room.
"The moon isn't even out, yet. I doubt it begins before
moonrise."
Fixie moaned in frustration.
---
In the kitchen of the Neko-Hanten, Cologne was lost in thought,
while she worked. The evening crowd had already vacated the
restaurant, but there was always someting to do. She pondered the
miscalculation that had led to this situation.
She had taken Shampoo to Jusenkyou, had made her fall into the
Maoniichuan, had carefully administered small doses of the spring
water over the next month. Everything went according to her plan.
And then the groom had turned out to be the one boy who would not
appreciate Shampoo's current condition.
Damn his cat phobia! Still... his, um, *unique* use of the Cat
Fist technique would prove to be a help.
She looked out of the window to see how far the moon had risen.
---
The first beams of moonlight found Shampoo lying on her bed,
almost shivering with anticipation. She was by now accustomed to
her monthly change and even welcomed it. As the pale light bathed
her body, she felt the familiar feelings wash over her.
As usual it began at the base of her spine with a sort of
*pulling* sensation. Almost painful; almost pleasant. The first
pinprick-like pain in her face caught her by surprise and she gave
a little yelp. She bore the other five without a sound.
---
Fixie's head jerked up at the noise.
"That's her! She's *changing*!"
Puxie nodded slowly. "Yeah, the moon is shining into her window,
now. Let's get started." She walked back towards the wall
beneath Shampoo's window.
---
The pricking sensations were all over her skin now. She could
feel the shifting of the bones in her legs and the pulling and
stretching of other parts of her body. She moaned in
half-agony/half-bliss. It felt like stretching in the morning,
only a hundred times more so. The cold light of the moon
continued to pour into her room, while she writhed compulsively on
her bed.
When it was finally complete, Shampoo lay silently on her bed for
a while, panting.
She looked over to the mirror and - as always - found that she
looked quite fetching this way. She was wearing not a shred of
clothing, but there was virtually no skin to be seen. Only her
nipples and part of their aureolas were not covered with the
thick, soft fur - that of a cat. Her ears had changed to the
flexible, moving dishes on top of her head, that she knew from her
cursed form; Her nose had turned upwards a little and her canines
had lengthened to fangs; The whiskers accented her face nicely;
Her fingernails had grown very sharp and retractable - hidden
weapons that even Mousse could not match; And she knew that, if
she turned over, there would be a tail, twitching and swishing in
time with her emotions.
She knew not, *why* her curse had these 'side-effects'; She
vaguely wondered, if any of the other cursed people she knew had
this problem. But there was another thing that came with her
transformation... She mewled in anguish. She was so *hot*. She
did not know where the craving in her loins came from, she only
knew that it came with the change. That was just the way it was.
She did know what to do against it, though.
Slowly, teasingly she brougt her hands to her breasts, trailing her
fingers through the fur, stimulating sensations that mere skin never
felt. She pressed her breasts up, pointing her already erect
nipples at her face. Bending her head down, she lashed out with
her tongue; Her new, longer, rough tongue. The sensation of her
cat-tongue rubbing over her sensitive buds like soft sandpaper
made her jerk. She had found out that her supple spine allowed
her to bend down even unto her own sex. But licking at the slit,
surrounded by only thin fur, had proved too much for her to bear.
She had orgasmed almost immediately, which is not the best thing
to do, when you're bent over double.
For now she was content to lap at her nipples, slowly bringing
herself to the peak this way. She let her claws pop out
rhythmically to tease the skin of her breasts under the fur. She
let one hand glide down her body and lightly scratched herself all
over, shuddering with delight. A deep rumbling purr came from
inside her throat.
---
"Oooh! She's doing it already!", Fixie whispered down to her
identical twin on whose shoulders she was standing.
"With whom? The blind guy?"
"No, just by herself. God, this looks incredible. Do you think
I could climb in and let her bite me? Do you think I would change
like that, too?"
"If she bit you, the only thing you'd change into would be a
corpse. Talking of corpses... That's what you're gonna be, if you
continue to grind your heels into my shoulders. Let's trade
places."
"In a minute..."
"Now!"
---
Ryouga was in Tokyo. He *knew* he was in Tokyo. Now, if he could
only find a place he recognized, he would certainly be able to
reach the Tendou Dojo.
Frustratedly he screamed "Bakusai Tenketsu!" and blasted one of
those silly-looking giant stone heads to rubble. He sighed and
walked down towards the shore.
---
Shampoo mewled and moaned continuously now. Her left hand was
slowly wandering down her body, now firmly stroking her abdomen
beneath the belly button, as if to calm the fires raging within.
She had just decided to let it stray even further down, when she
was interrupted.
"Great-granddaughter, don't dawdle! Your change is complete, now
go and seek out the groom." Cologne was sitting on the foot end
of the bed.
"Yess, Grreat-grandmother!" The thought of Ranma excited Shampoo
again and filled her with anticipation. She let go of her breast
and got up.
"Try a different approach, this time. Don't waste time on trying
to persuade him, just concentrate on staying in his proximity.
You know what will happen?"
Shampoo thought for a while, then a smile brightened her face.
"He will become a cat, too, in his mind!"
"Correct! And if that happens, you have already won him. Now
go!"
With a yowl Shampoo leapt out of the open window, sailing over the
back alley and landing on the opposite roof in one graceful
movement.
---
"Aaaah!"
<THUD, THUD>
"Ow."
"What the hell are you doing, Puxie?!" Both twins were lying on
the ground, rubbing their bruised behinds.
"She jumped out of the window! She was so fast, the air rush
pulled me away from the wall."
---
Mousse gathered himself. He cold not allow himself to fail
tonight. He had heard the old crone's scheme and knew it would
work, if he did not intervene. He had to get to Shampoo and
distract her before she could catch Ranma.
He was a little torn, inside, whether it was dishonorable to use
Shampoo's current state to take advantage of her, but he could not
stand by and watch, either. So he pulled himself together, opened
the back door and strode out. He stumbled over something and fell
flat immediately.
"Ow!"
"Ran-!" he began, but the fall had caused his glasses to fall down
onto his nose, and could see what had caused him to stumble. It
was a red-haired girl, lying on the ground. She looked somehow
familiar. "Who are you?"
"I'm Puxie," she said.
"And I'm Fixie." exclaimed another voice beside him. He jerked
his head around, to see another girl. She looked exactly like the
first one.
Both spoke together, now: "We're identical twins!"
"Do you think you could tell us apart in the dark?" suggested
Puxie mischievously.
---
Ranma was twitchy and nervous. He was starting to see Shampoo
everywhere he turned. He wiped the sweat from his brow.
<Calm down!> he thought, <It's not even sure that she'll come
here.> But he knew that to be a false hope. There was no way
Shampoo *wouldn't* turn up - she had done so every time. Only
that he had been clear away from the Tendou home by then. This
time he had to stay to make sure that Kasumi wasn't hurt by a
disappointed feline. He had to lead her away, as soon as she
found him.
He started. Was that her? No, just the creaking of the
wooden ceiling spars. His heart thumped, nevertheless.
<Time to relax, Ranma,> he chided himself. <You won't be able to
evade her if you tense up inside. A nice hot bath will help.>
He sighed, as he entered the anteroom of the bath and disrobed.
Hot baths, always a welcome thing, had acquired a whole new
meaning to him, since he got cursed. He was certainly taking more
than before.
"Brrrrr," shuddered Ranma-chan, as she put away the cold water
bucket and lathered herself up with soap. After only a short
cleaning (it was her second bath today, after all) she rinsed
again - again shuddering from the cold - and went over to the
bathtub. She sighed, as she slid into the hot water, and the sigh
noticably changed pitch, as the change swept over her.
Ranma lay back against the wall and closed his eyes. It was only
then, that he heard the noise. The noise of a cat purring.
His eyes jerked open and he saw her. Shampoo was sitting on the
other end of the room, looking at him. There was no question that
he had been right about her change. She was sitting on her
haunches, her arms stretched to the ground, keeping her upper body
propped up. Her ears moved this way and that, encompassing the
whole room like radar dishes, and her tail twitched regularly.
The big smile on her face and the purr that accompanied it, made
Ranma sweat. Carefully he stood up and crawled backwards out of
the tub, never taking his eyes of the fearsome apparition of
Shampoo.
---
"Well," said Puxie, slightly miffed. "That guy was no fun *at
all*."
The two red-heads were hurrying through the night, hot on the
trail of the cat girl that was cornering Ranma at that very
moment.
"Oh, how do you mean?" asked Fixie.
"The way he kept confusing us, for example!"
"But Puxie... We're identical twins! Of couse he confuses us.
That's half the fun."
"I meant the way he confused us with street lanterns, garbage cans
and ornamental trees!"
"Oh."
---
Ranma desperately clung to the ceiling spars and reached over to
the bathroom window, to shift it open. It stuck. Ranma pushed
harder, but it didn't budge. He panicked. in his current position
he could not apply any more pressure, or try to force the window.
The only thing he'd succeed in, would be falling down to Shampoo.
He shuddered, trying not to think about her.
On the ground, Shampoo patiently watched him. She did not try to
jump or any such maneuvre that might have given him an opening to
escape. She was content to wait, for a change. He would change
soon enough, if she just kept near him.
She flicked her tail and Ranma flinched.
---
Outside the Tendou home, Cologne leaned heavily on her staff,
using her whole weight to keep the bathroom window wedged shut.
This was not how she had planned it, back in China. Of course,
she had not come to Japan unprepared. She had spent considerable
energy on researching the land and its customs. Hours of watching
japanese films had shown her what the heart desire of japanese men
was: a girl - half cat, half woman.
She had taken preparations and managed to give Shampoo a curse,
that - with some additional treatment - let her reach that elusive
state that was guaranteed to drive the prospective groom mad with
desire. Only he had turned out to have a cat phobia.
If she had not found out about his peculiar reaction to being
exposed to cats, she might have given up already. But tonight she
was confident. If Shampoo could concentrate on keeping near
Ranma, they would soon have the groom in their figurative claws.
And Shampoo was *good* at keeping near Ranma.
What Cologne failed to consider was the average attention span of
a cat.
---
Kasumi got up from her bed. The light flu she was experiencing
had left her slightly tired and drowsy, and she had spent most of
that day sleeping. But now she was thirsty and went down to the
kitchen, to get a drink.
As she plodded through the darkened house, she wondered where
Ranma was. She remembered, that he was supposed to be here,
tonight, but she could not hear him anywhere. It wasn't like
Ranma to be silent.
She shrugged, as she poured herself a glass of juice - apple,
orange or whatever - there had to be a reasonable explanation for
Ranma's absence. Akane kidnapped right on stage, and he had to
rescue her; A giant monster stomping through Tokyo; An evil
spirit possessing one of his friends; something like that.
Surely nothing *unusual* had happened.
Shrugging again, she left the kitchen and went down the hall
towards the bathroom, to sit in the relaxing warm water for a
while.
When she entered the changing room, she noticed that the light was
on in the bath. "Ranma, are you in there?" she called out, but
there was no reply. So she remained dressed and cautiously slid
open the door to the bath.
"Oh," she said, as she noticed the naked, shaking Ranma on the
ceiling and the tail-swishing Shampoo on the floor. "Hello
Shampoo. Have you come to visit Ranma?"
She leaned forward and scratched Shampoo behind the ears. The
girl purred and rubbed the side of her face against Kasumi's hand.
"Mrrrrr. Ranma date Shampoo!"
Ranma began to shake even more.
"Oh. Do you think that is a good idea, Shampoo-chan?" asked
Kasumi. "You know how he is about cats."
"Yes! Shampoo wait long enough, Ranma become cat, too!"
Kasumi knelt down beside her and continued to scratch and pet her.
Shampoo closed her eyes and purred even louder. Ranma saw the
chance this gave him. Slowly, without making a sound, he lowered
himself to the ground and hurriedly sneaked past the petting
Kasumi and the purring Shampoo.
"Oh my!" said Kasumi, as Shampoo suddenly bowled her over on her
back. The cat girl lay down on top of the still petting Kasumi
and pressed herself hard into her. She rubbed her furry body
along the older girl's, and her purring became deeper and more
sensual.
Kasumi did not seem fazed by this, nor did she react surprised,
when Shampoo began licking her face and kissing her. But she
didn't reciprocate either. Shampoo sighed. It was definitely too
much, to expect sweet, innocent Kasumi to contribute more than the
petting and stroking of her fur.
Moaning through her purrs, she thought of Ranma. Soon her husband
would join them and mate with her, as he should. She opened one
eye and looked up, to see if he was ready. She jumped straight
up, when she realized he was missing.
Furiously she looked left and right around the bathroom, but it
was clear that Ranma was gone. Without losing another second,
Shampoo darted out of the door on all fours like a cheetah.
Kasumi sat up and brushed her slightly rumpled clothes. She went
to the mirror and adjusted her hair. What a pity that Shampoo had
noticed Ranma's absence so soon. Oh well, it had been nice while
it lasted.
---
"Is the audience settled in?", asked the stagemaster.
Everything was prepared for the opening of the curtains, on the
stage of Fuurinkan High's auditorium. everything was waiting for
his signal to start the show.
"I could peek out through the Curtains and check," volunteered a
rookie stagehand. The Stagemaster suppressed his urge to strangle
him. His assistant came in by the side door and gave him the "OK"
sign. He breathed in.
"All right, it's time," he commanded, "Play the music and light
the lights. It's time to raise the curtains."
Akane, who was standig a little way off, offstage, heard it and her
nervousness increased. It was not that she was nervous about the
play itself. This was her third time, after all, and the second
time as Juliet. She knew all her lines by heart, and this time
she would have a partner who knew *his*, unlike Ranma. Still, it
soothed her to go over the lines of the *big* scene, once again;
the famous one; the Balcony Scene.
"Romeo, Oh, Romeo. Wherefore art thou Romeo?" she sighed, putting
in all the despair she could muster. Why did it have to be him?
Why did the man she loved above all else have to be a Montague, a
sworn enemy of her own family? A man she should hate by all
rights, yet a man she could not *help* but love - Ranmeo Montague.
She frowned. 'Romeo'. It was 'Romeo'. She knew it was 'Romeo'.
Romeo, Romeo, Romeo! There, now she wouldn't make a mistake
again. She tried again. "Wherefore art thou Romeo?"
"Here, I'm here! Jeez, I'm there already," answered another boy
of her age who was making his way over to her, still tucking his
fancy costume shirt into his trousers. He was chewing gum.
*Whumph!*
"Baka! 'Wherefore' means '*why*'!" yelled Akane, all her
composure lost in a moment. How did they expect this to work, if
the main actor didn't even understand the text? It was going to
be a disaster!
The stagemaster sighed. "Understudy!" he called out.
"M-medic," came a croaking voice from under the giant wooden
mallet that was embedded in the floor.
---
With her enhanced senses it had not taken Shampoo very long to
locate Ranma, despite the boost that his fear had added to his
already incredible turn of speed.
When Ranma heard her soft paws gaining on him, he redoubled his
efforts and managed to stop her getting any nearer. But it was
bad enough as it was.
He could not deal with her in this form. In her natural form, he
could easily beat her, although he did not like to fight girls;
In her cursed form, he could outrun her without effort. But
*this*... In her current half-state, she had all her human
strength and fighting ability *and* all the traits of a cat that
were so frightening to him. And now that he knew what she
planned, his fear was doubled.
"I said *leave* *me* *ALONE*!" he screamed desperately.
Shampoo payed no attention. She knew that his turning point was
near, and she only had to wait a minute longer, and he would be
her lover, like it should be.
"Bakusai Tenketsu!"
The ground under Shampoo exploded. Ranma didn't even turn to see
her being carried up into the air. He concentrated on running as
fast as he could.
---
Ryouga reared his head out of the hole. Damn, he thought, his
tunneling must have taken him out of the Tokyo area - the
surrounding was completely unfamiliar to him. He should have
stayed above ground and dealt with those headhunters. After all
they only had blowing darts for weapons.
"myoooooOOOOOO--OOOMPH!!!"
Something landed heavily on his head. It was soft.
There were rapid footsteps vanishing in the distance, but he had
more immediate problems to deal with. Like, for example, that
whatever had landed on his head was starting to move. He shook it
off, crawled out of his tunnel and looked around. When he saw,
*what* had landed on him, a moment ago, he went into shock
position.
"Sh-Shampoo?!"
Shampoo, defensively crouching on all fours, gazed evenly at
Ryouga. Her mind told her to resume the chase after Ranma, but
the heat in her loins begged her to reconsider. <It will take
forever to get him to the point of change again - even without
interruptions,> it argued. <You need something *now*>
Shampoo looked at Ryouga differently, now. He was, she had to
admit, a formidable man. A fighter of a skill nearly as great as
Ranma's; His raw bodily strength was even greater. She had seen
him to be always gentlemanlike towards women. On the whole, she
reasoned, he was as excellent a man as she was likely to find
besides her husband.
"Rrrrryouga..." she purred, twitching her tail. "help Shampoo?"
Ryouga was bewildered by Shampoo's appearance. He knew that she
changed into a cat when doused with water, but this was a whole
new dimension of transformation. A mental image came up, of what
he would look like, if he were similarly afflicted. He quickly
suppressed it with a shudder. Even Akari might not like to see
that.
Shampoo was padding closer, he noticed. Her tail signalled
interest and she looked at him in a peculiar manner, that he could
not quite place - it looked friendly, though.
Still on all fours, Shampoo began circling Ryouga, brushing her
flanks against his legs. Her voice was dripping with
seductiveness, when she spoke. "Rrrrrrr. Shampoo need help! She
have fire in her belly and need someone to make it go away!"
Finally she reared up on her feet and stood before Ryouga in all
her naked, furry grace. The boy unfreezed for a second to let his
eyes bug out and his jaw drop. When she was sure that he had seen
all she offered, Shampoo melded herself to him, locking her arms
behind his back, and whispered in his ear "She need a big strong
man, who can satisfy Amazon!"
Ryouga, never having experienced much in the way of affection, had
no resistance to offer to Shampoo's advances. A tiny part of his
mind screamed that this meant being unfaithful to Akane, err,
Akari, err, both, but the voice was drowned out by the static
noise of erotic impulses broadcast on every wavelength of his
brain.
---
"Say, Fixie..." asked Puxie, peering down the road. "Is my
excitement getting the better of me, or is that a naked boy
running towards us?"
"...iyaaaaAAAAA*AAAAA*AAAAaaaaaaa......"
Whatever Puxie had pointed out passed them with incredible speed
and a scream that faded into the distance. A supersonic boom with
a pigtail.
A rather windswept-looking Fixie turned to her twin sister, who
was looking no less dishevelled. "Yes, I think it was a boy.
Only he's running *away* from us now."
"Damn!" Puxie exclaimed. "I should have stuck out my thumb -
perhaps we could have hitched a ride."
---
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set prepared for all you kids out there to buy or force your
parents into buying.
Bosnia Barbie and Mine-victim Ken!
Bosnia Barbie comes with her complete set of torn rags and can
babble in *authentic* foreign gibberish that you don't understand.
We sure don't, either. Hours of fun, watching her cry and suffer
*real close up*, just like on television!
Mine-victim Ken has had a little accident. Seems like someone
left his explosives lying around and Ken stepped on it. He can
say "Aaaahh! Oh God, the pain!" and "My leg! Where is my leg?!"
He comes with half a pint of fake blood. He bleeds just for you!
[some sickeningly wholesome-looking kids come running and hug
their plastic playthings.]
Kid1: Oh, Bosnia Barbie, I pity you.
Kid2: Mine-victim Ken, you are the best!
Bosnia Barbie: [in Croatian] <No! No, please don't rape me!>
Bosnia Barbie(TM)(R) and Mine-victim Ken(TM)(R)! Now in crass
consumerism stores near YOU!
********** COMMERCIAL BREAK ENDS *********
---
The bushes on the side of the street rustled. Something was
moving in the shrubbery; moving and making sounds. If somebody
had been walking down the sidewalk and passed this spot, they
would have heard subdued moaning and the occasional mewl. But
nobody was walking here. It was night, after all.
Behind the flimsy screen of the shrubbery lay a peculiar tableau.
An anthropomorphic cat and a strong, wild-haired and wild-eyed
young man were making out like bunny rabbits. She was in typical
cat position - i.e. lying flat with outstretched arms, while
raising her backside up on her knees - and the human boy serviced
her, kneeling behind her. Her tail which was folded to one side,
to provide easier access, occasionally twitched at the tip in time
with her mewls.
The boy moaned through clenched teeth, apparently holding back
through sheer willpower. Everytime a groan escaped his throat,
the cat girl frowned a little with worry.
---
Shampoo could feel that Ryouga was already on the brink of climax.
And she was so *near*. Yet the final release was denied her, as
Ryouga suddenly jerked and went ramrod stiff. He screamed
"Akanee!", when he spent his load inside the catty amazon.
Had he been in a position to notice, Shampoo's hiss might have
told him that this was not the smartest thing to say under the
circumstances. Unfortunately it was far too late to react, when
the information finally reached the planet where his brain was
currently residing.
---
Okay, that's all for now. Sorry if it's not ecchi enough for you.
There is a, evil, horrible, god-awful, bilingual pun hidden in
here, but you'd need to know a bit of German to see it. Be
thankful if you don't. :)
Sebastian (this fic is dedicated to my friend Jennifur)