Disclaimer: All characters portrayed in story are the property of
Rumiko Takahashi and co.
This story is a part of The Butt 2: The Other Cheek. Matt Lewis
provided the Oscir portion as is also credited with "The Other Cheek"
concept. Gary Kleppe is credited with the prequel, "The Butt".
This story, while NOT a lemon and NO real crass words are used, is
gratuitous. If you find the title offensive, you will not be able to
last through the rest of the story. You have been warned.
C & C welcomed.
Lesbian 1/2
A BLB production
By
Donny Cheng
Chapter 7
"Eep!" Ranma squeaked out as Shampoo, Akane and Kodachi suddenly
swarmed her upon entering the house.
"Hey! Get off of her," Akane yelled, outraged that Shampoo had gotten
there first.
"Yes, take your filthy hands off of Ranma, you hussy," Kodachi added
coldly.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, but Pop and me decided to extend the trip
by a couple of days," Ranma apologized quickly before it got ugly.
"Shampoo no mind. It good that Wife want to train. Show amazon
qualities," Shampoo said, snuggling her head into Ranma's bosom.
"Yeah, right. I wonder who was the one that nearly took the dojo apart
trying to find her?" Akane scoffed, earning herself a glare from
Shampoo.
"What are you doing here, Kodachi? Not that I'm not happy to see you;
I am," Ranma said to Kodachi, knowing it was futile to even try to step
into the escalating battle of insults. She was pleasantly surprised to
see Kodachi greet her just as she got home.
Kodachi forced her rapidly beating heart still as her friend's
attention fell upon her. It was at times like these when Ranma was
focussed on her that she felt as if she was the most important person in
the world and her life held meaning. *To see her looking at me that way
every morning when I wake up, I would do anything,* she could not help
but think. "You're so called blushing brides have asked that I visit
every day in the hopes that they could get the marriage ceremony under
away." Before she could say more on the subject, the other two girls
beside her grew impatient and began dragging Ranma inside the house.
*Just you wait. I'll have my day yet.*
* * * * *
"You want to keep this a secret from your fathers? I don't see why
not," Cologne said after thinking for a moment. "In fact, the law only
states that the mother's approval is all that is needed for me to begin
the wedding ceremony. Shampoo of course has the support of hers. Since
your mother is not of this world anymore, Kasumi, your elder sister can
act in her place. Where is your mother, Ranma?"
"I, uh, don't know actually. I haven't seen her for ten years," Ranma
said as everyone looked at her.
"Sorry for asking, Ranma, but is your mother even alive?" Kodachi
asked. She had never once heard her friend mention such a person.
"I think so. I mean, I remember trying to go home so she could make me
'a real woman'," Ranma recalled, thinking of how foolish and childish
she had once been, imagining that her mother would counteract his
father's tactics to make her a manly man.
Nabiki stepped in when she saw Kodachi's confused face. *Idiot. She
still doesn't know you were born a boy.* "What Ranma means is that, she
thought she would grow up like we did in a normal house. So, she's
still around, Ranma?"
"I guess. Pop's never actually said she was dead. I think I've seen
him write letters to my mom. The last time he wrote one was just before
we went to China."
"Well, there's no helping that in the mean time. Do you have any other
higher ranking female in your family? An aunt, sister, grandmother?"
Cologne asked.
"Pop's the only family that I got," Ranma said, shaking her head.
"Then I guess I can take care of that for you. In the absence of a
higher ranking female family member, I, as elder presiding over this
marriage, can deem you worthy or not, which I do."
"Thank-you, great-grandmother!" Shampoo cried out happily.
Cologne smiled dotingly on her heir. "Tomorrow is a good day for a
marriage and since we have everything we need and have been ready for a
week now, I don't see why we should wait. The ceremony begins
tomorrow. I trust you have explained the amazon rites to them Shampoo?"
"Yes. They understand," Shampoo said, deciding not to add in how the
participants had snickered at their ancient customs. She just hoped
they would come around tomorrow and take it seriously.
* * * * *
"Where are you going, P-Chan?" Azusa asked as the piglet suddenly
hopped down from her arms to the ground.
Ryoga couldn't resist the urge to look back towards the girl who had
looked after him for almost two weeks. He had come to know how
distressed she could be by just the tone of her voice. "Bwee!"
"Oh, I guess, you're just excited to see Ranma again. I'm so silly,
getting worked up over that. She is your real owner after all," Azusa
said, blushing as she talked down at the pig, who seemed to understand
what she was talking about. None of the others in her cute collection
ever responded like P-Chan could. Sometimes, it was annoying how
perceptive the piglet could get. "You go on ahead. I'll catch up."
Ryoga narrowed his eyes as he looked at the seeming innocent looking
girl. Having been with the girl for quite some time now, he was very
aware of her quirks. "Bwee!"
"What? Oh, this?" Azusa asked holding out a sign with the words 'Tendo
Dojo' written on it. "This is Lucien, isn't he cute? It's mine.
Really." P-Chan didn't move an inch and kept staring at her until she
finally put it down again. "Okay, okay. You know you're becoming very
uncute."
"Bwee!" Ryoga snorted. Maybe now she would stop trying to tie a pink
bow on his bandana.
Azusa ran giggling towards P-Chan and picked him up into a
bone-crushing hug. "I'm just kidding. Nobody could be cuter to than
Mommy's widdle baby," she gushed at the blushing piglet. "Well maybe
except for your owner."
"Azusa! There you are. I was worried about you. Are you feeling
fine? I heard you were sick. I'm sorry I didn't have the time to see
you or take P-Chan off your hands. He wasn't a bother, was he?"
Azusa was startled as an apologetic Ranma came out to greet her with a
rush of questions and concerns. She blushed as she remember her comment
from just a moment ago and wondered if the girl had heard. *This
Shampoo girl sure is lucky to be marrying her,* she thought. "I'm fine,
Ranma. See," she said, twirling around to show Ranma her profile, "all
better."
"Ah... I can see that," Ranma said, not noticing that she was openly
leering as the very short skirt the skater was wearing flared upwards
revealing something very lacy and fluffy. "So, did you get the copy of
the ceremony book? I hope some of the rituals won't be a problem.
Shampoo needed a witness, but doesn't really know anyone in Japan, so
you're our only hope."
"Don't worry, I'm glad to help. You did save me, remember? It's the
least I can do," Azusa replied nervously, not sure if she should tell
the girl that some of the rituals might indeed be a problem. It was
just that Azusa _really_ had a problem controlling herself when she saw
anything cute. She wasn't sure if she would be able to control herself
when all of them started stripping. It was another reason she didn't
socialize with the girls in the school changing rooms. They thought her
to be stuck up, but they would have changed their tune if they had heard
of the 'pinching' incident when she was in junior high.
* * * * *
"Ryoga, are you sure you can't make it? You just got here. I haven't
seen you for two weeks now," Ranma said. He was disappointed that his
best friend could not make it for her wedding.
"N-No, I'm sure. Really, I am. I just wanted to congratulate you. I
have something to do and anyway, it's not allowed. The ceremony is only
for girls right?" Ryoga asked, trying hard to deflect his friend's good
but very inappropriate intentions. He could feel a rush of blood to his
nose as he recalled the passages from the amazon book that Azusa had
read to him while he was P-Chan. Ranma was his friend, but he could not
be of any help if he were to die of blood loss. That much female skin
would likely kill him.
"I can ask Cologne to make an exception. I'm the only one that won't
have any family there. You're the closest to that other than Pop."
"I'm sorry, I just can't. But I am happy for you. That Shampoo is
very cute and any man would be lucky to have someone like her," Ryoga
grinned. *If this doesn't get you away from those pervert girls,
nothing will.* When he had 'slipped' and splashed Ranma with his hot
tea a moment ago, because he was still uncomfortable talking to his
friend's female form, he had noticed the amazon was just as forward as
ever. Ranma showed the usual signs of a fidgeting male under her glomp,
giving Ryoga hope that his friend could be saved.
* * * * *
"Can you believe our luck, Tendo?" Genma asked as the two of them got
their packs ready.
"Hehehe, we were due for some of that sooner or later," Soun smiled as
he made some last minute checks on the food supply. It wouldn't be that
long a journey, but it would be quite awhile before he could be able to
sample Kasumi's cooking again. That thought made him stop for a moment
and he turned to his oldest friend. "Are you sure your son is okay with
this? The prize was addressed to the two of you. And I'm still not
sure about leaving my daughters alone for a whole week."
"Nonsense, the boy is still tired from our recent training trip.
Besides, what's his is mine to give, though I can't remember for the
life of me entering that a contest with an expense paid vacation to a
hot spring. The boy must have done it. And you deserve a break after
taking care of those three daughters of yours for so many years."
"I suppose so. I shouldn't really need to worry. Kasumi will be here
to look after things. She has as much of the credit of taking care of
this family as I have, if not more. With her here, I have the absolute
confidence that everything will be alright."
* * * * *
Kasumi sneezed. *It's cold! This battle dress isn't much larger than
my thong,* she thought, looking down at her barely covered body. She
hoped tomorrow would be warmer for the ceremonies if she was going to
have to wear this thing for most of the day tomorrow.
* * * * *
Ranma wrung her hands together, embarrassed at what she nearly did.
She hoped none of her friends had seen her hand nearly take a swipe at
Kasumi's ass as she walked past. The temptation presented before her in
the living room was like none other and if this was any clue as to how
tomorrow would be, Ranma doubted that it would ben anything but a chaste
affair despite Shampoo's pact with her.
"Ranma, come sleep by me," Nabiki said. She lifted the blanket off of
her for effect. The clothing she had chosen for tonight was a very
small tank top that stretched over her frame tightly. She also wore her
usual short shorts, which gave the appearance of a girl with nothing but
body paint on.
"No," Shampoo said, "this arrangement no be altered. Ranma sleep at
head of room. Is law."
"Is this really necessary?" Akane asked. "All these rules can't be
written in stone, can they?"
"Already make many compromises. No mud from Joketsuzoku for tomorrow.
Just ordinary mud," Shampoo said, her distaste obvious with the gagging
sounds she was making.
"Sorry, I got you into this, Yuka," Akane said to her friend, "but I
couldn't trust the others at school to keep this a secret. I can still
ask Sayuri if you're not comfortable with this ceremony."
"Ah, no, I'm comfortable with this. I really am," Yuka said quickly as
she looked at Akane's doubtful face. "I'm honored that you thought of
me and Sayuri to help you with this. Don't worry, I won't tell a soul."
"Thank-you, Yuka," Ranma said, smiling at the blubbering girl. "I know
it means a lot to Akane. And to me."
"No, no, the pleasures all mine, Ranma-sama," Yuka blabbed out, nearly
freaking out at the honorific she accidentally added to her idol's
name. It was actually becoming common practice among many of the first
year girls to do that with Ranma. She had quite a large following in
the school in the short time that she had been there. Even those in the
higher grades looked up the girl that took no rubbish from the boys and
stood up against the teachers by disobeying the dress codes. The most
even the wildest of the girls had gone before Ranma showed up were maybe
a smaller size clothing that showed more skin than decent and maybe a
punkish hairstyle to go with it.
"So, is this all the people that will be present tomorrow? When I read
the book on amazon weddings, I thought it would be much larger," Kodachi
said.
"Shampoo no help it. Ceremony call for witness for each bride. Crazy
Girl for Ranma, Skater Girl for Shampoo, and Ordinary Girl for Akane.
After that, must have all female family member present. All Shampoo
family, except for great-grandmother, in China. Ranma no know where
Mother is. Kasumi and Nabiki here for Akane."
"Yes, but is this clothing necessary?" Kasumi asked as she came back
from the kitchen with the evening snacks.
"No, is not. This not normal Japanese sleepwear?" Shampoo, asked
confused. The eve of the wedding only called for the participants to
bask in the glow of the brides-to-be. It was not the wedding day that
they chuck their artificial garments away in favor of their natural
forms and their traditional amazon battle wear.
"You mean, this wasn't needed?" Azusa asked outraged as she pointed at
herself. She wore a rather small chemise that hung from her shoulders
and barely reached her belly button. It was frilly and pink, matching
her panties, the cutest ones anyone had ever seen. The others, like her
and Nabiki, wore either the same amount or even less as in the case of
Kasumi who had worn her thong.
Azusa had been on her guard all night to prevent herself from
'stealing' a piece of ass as it were the entire night and she didn't
have to? She had to again force herself to look at the cute little
dessert dishes instead of the round buns in front of her as the eldest
Tendo sister bent to place said desert on the table. "Marie-Anne,"
Azusa could not help whispering as she looked at the full roundness of
those sweet buns. The _dessert_ buns!
Everyone turned to Nabiki.
"What are you looking at me for. I only suggested that we wear as
little as possible to prepare for tomorrow. You mean, you all thought
this was part of the rules?" Nabiki asked in a guileless voice that
would have done Kasumi proud.
* * * * *
"Ranma, your nose is bleeding. Are you sure you're up for today?"
Kasumi asked as the alarm blared in the background awaking them all.
"I'm fine, Kasumi," Ranma assured the girl as she continued to look at
the sight before her. Seven girls waking up and stretching their arms
out in unison. Could there be a more heavenly picture?
Nabiki was the first to notice Ranma open ogling. She put a little
more wiggle into her stretching, and her ultra-thin and tight tank top
could not even hope to hide the results.
Kodachi was not far behind Nabiki, and quickly showed off the limber
body that won so many gymnastics awards.
Yuka was wide eyed as soon as she stared at the room filled with
undulating hips and flailing arms that happened to show off the bodies
attached to them very well. There was quite a bit of 'bouncing' going
on. "What are you doing, Akane?"
"Um... exercising. I'm a martial artist, remember? Have to keep the
body toned and in shape," Akane said. *What was I doing? I'm sinking
to their level.* *But, Ranma seems to be enjoying it,* another voice
inside Akane's head protested.
Shampoo's eyebrow twitched at what looked to be the first mockery of
her traditions and the day hadn't even started. "Enough stretching.
Need to get morning ritual in."
"Where is the old ghoul, Shampoo?" Ranma asked, putting a placating
hand on her bride's shoulder. "I thought she was supposed to be
presiding over this."
"Only marry us at end of day. Rituals, elder no take part in," Shampoo
explained to Ranma smilingly. To everybody else she yelled, "Get butts
to dojo for purification ritual!"
* * * * *
"Shampoo know there three brides," Shampoo said exasperatingly to
Nabiki. She was born in the village after all and knew the customs
better than people who just read it in the book. Normally, there was
just one bride, and all the participants either took turns or ganged up
in wrestling with the girl. In the case of two girls marrying each
other, it was usually the female to be in charge of the marriage who was
challenged. Even though there were three today, this was still true.
"Ranma head of family, Shampoo next. Is tradition that Ranma bathe
Shampoo and Shampoo bathe Akane in earth mother's embrace. Prove
dominance after."
"Okay, if you say so," Ranma said, looking down at Shampoo who was flat
on her back on the mud. The cold liquid had taken some time for her to
get used to, but when she did the experience was interesting to say the
least. She wriggled her toes deeper into the mud, enjoying the feeling
of it moving between her little digits. With none too much hesitation,
Ranma scooped up some mud into her hand and gently laid it on top of a
waiting Shampoo. Instead of becoming ugly with mud on parts of her
body, the contrast between the light yellow skin and the mud made her
very prominent features stand out. As if they needed any help in the
first place.
"R-Ranma getting hang of this," Shampoo said, her voice wavering and
losing the authoritative tone it had from before. She purred softly,
closing her eyes, enjoying the feeling as Ranma's hands rubbed mud over
her front, taking an especially long time near her areolas. She didn't
noticed Ranma's hands nearly stopping as the purring in her throat grew
louder.
"Shampoo, I think you're covered by enough mud already," Ranma said
fearfully, bringing Shampoo out of state of contentment. *Why did she
have to sound like a c-c-ca...*
"Ranma right," Shampoo said reluctantly as she looked at her body.
"Okay, Akane, turn. Come over here, Akane."
Akane was wary of the Chinese amazon as she could see the twinkling
eyes behind Shampoo's stern face. She slipped a slippery hand onto the
small of Akane's back, causing goose pimples to raise up, and led her to
the center of the mud pit. She was surprised to find that the amazon
was quite gentle despite the calluses on the hands that came most likely
from a life of training. The mud was starting to cover her body and she
was glad for that as it hid the rosy color she was sure now enveloped
her body.
Akane felt envious as she looked at the girl that stood over her
pouring more mud onto her body. *How do those things stay up?* she
wondered as her view was blocked off by Shampoo's generous attributes.
Akane could not help but look down at her own pair. Her wife seemed to
noticed this appraisal and she found Shampoo bending down so that the
tips of her assets rested on her body. "Shampoo like small. Hard like
pears," she heard the amazon say brazenly.
Normally at this point, Akane would have pounced on the pervert but
reason slipped into her mind as she was still very aware of the
situation. She was naked in an arena filled with mud and any pouncing
that was done might be taken the wrong way. She grit her teeth together
as Shampoo did not upright herself and kept her body bent towards
Akane's own, pretending to be placing mud in 'hard to get areas'. She
ground her teeth harder as the amazon began to _move_ and the buds
grazed along her body leaving little streaks in an otherwise flawless
canvas of mud.
"All done," Shampoo said and was pleased to see that Akane was not
entirely happy that it was over.
"Now what, Shampoo?" Nabiki asked, her eyes locked on Ranma who stood
to the side awaiting Shampoo's orders on what to do next. There was not
mud on Ranma other than the legs and arms. "I thought Ranma was to be
purified by the earth too."
"Group gang up on Ranma and Ranma prove dominance over Shampoo and
Akane," she said, cracking knuckles.
"All of you?" Ranma asked, stepping backwards which so happened to be
the arena.
"All," Shampoo agreed and without any prompting ran at Ranma full speed
with everyone else not far behind.
* * * * *
"What hit me?" Ranma asked no one in particular as she stood up, her
knees wobbling. She had somehow managed to win but not before having
her entire body covered in mud. She still had to presence of mind
however to check up on Nabiki, Kasumi, and Yuka, the non-martial artists
of the group. They seemed fine if a little dazed.
Kasumi was the first of the three to get up. She had been reluctant to
attack Ranma as she was not the violent sort, but something had come
over her when she had seen the mass of tight young bodies in a pile all
over Ranma, causing her to jump in herself though she did not actually
attack or anything. In the ensuing melee, she found herself tackled to
the ground by one of the female bodies present and she had been out for
the count.
Nabiki and Yuka helped each other to their feet. Neither had done
better than Kasumi and both were down after one tackle. Nabiki looked
disgustedly at her body. She flicked some of the mud off of her as she
checked for any damages. There didn't seem to be any damage on her
person, but her butt cheeks hurt like hell. It was at least pinched no
less than three times, she was sure.
Yuka, unlike the others, had no instinct to wipe off the mud on her
body, preferring to keep it on to hide her nakedness. She did smooth
some parts of the mud on her skin so that the various handprints on it
could not be readily seen. She found herself surreptitiously looking at
the hands of the girls in the room trying to match the handprint she
found over her breast.
Ranma sighed with relief when none of the weaker girls seemed to be in
pain. She knew that it had meant the others had all went easy on her,
for which she was glad. She then made her rounds over the to the other
girls to make sure they were fine.
Azusa waved to Ranma indicating that she was fine, before she quickly
pulled her incriminating hand bank. "Uh, yeah, I'm okay. No, nothing
wrong with my hand!"
Ranma gave figure skater a strange look before nodding and moved on.
She found Kodachi lying on her back in the ground. When Ranma went to
help the gymnast up, she found herself stopping and nearly taking a step
back. There was a very dirty looking smile on Kodachi's face.
"Kodachi, you okay? I wasn't too rough was I?" Ranma asked, remembering
how the mud made things slippery and caused her to use more strength in
order to make her grip stronger. She was sure that the Kodachi had been
on the receiving end of one of those times she may have used excess
power.
"Oh, I'm find," Kodachi said languorously from where she lay. "You
were an animal, Ranma-sama. There must be bruises all over me.
Ohohoho!"
Ranma was shocked to hear Kodachi adopting the same way of saying her
name as Yuka had done. From her words, Ranma expected there to be
anger. Not delight. She shivered as she heard her friend's laugh that
strange laugh again. It was not unpleasing to her ears. A loud
argument drew her attention away before she could figure out exactly
what drew her to that laugh. *Not those two again.*
"Get off of me!" Akane yelled from under Shampoo. Their limbs and some
how become tangled up in the course of the wrestling match.
"Shampoo trying. Wife no move so much!"
"Hey, watch what you're touching," Akane moaned as the girl used her
breast in order to gain some purchase and push up off of her.
"What Akane touching then?" Shampoo asked looking down at the girl.
Akane in her haste to help had pushed her hands against the same area
she had been complaining that Shampoo was holding on to.
Neither took account of the slipperyness of the mud and Shampoo once
again collapsed on top of Akane. Ranma sighed and quickly went to help
before it degenerated into another senseless brawl. When she got close
to her two wives she noted that neither looked too unhappy about their
predicament.
* * * * *
"This doesn't seem fair," Nabiki complained as she looked at the three
tubs of water in the room. She, along with Kasumi, after a quick dip in
the furo, were clean again and sat to the side watching the second part
of the morning ritual to begin.
"Yes, you're right, Nabiki," Kasumi agreed. "They are the guests here
after all. We should be bathing them."
"You're only half right, Sis," Nabiki said, looking jealously at
Kodachi who was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. *I should be the one
bathing Ranma.*
Ranma waited with Shampoo and Akane as their witnesses prepared their
bath for them. Unlike the other's who had cleaned up in the furo, the
three of them still had most of the mud on them. It felt highly
uncomfortable as the mud was starting to harden and cake on her skin.
She glanced at Akane and found the girl to be squirming just as much.
Only Shampoo was the quiet one among them as she sat cross-legged in
meditation. Ranma had no idea that this ceremony meant so much to
Shampoo.
"Oh, Lady Ranma! Your bath awaits thee!" Kodachi called out in a
singsong voice, her joy barely contained.
Ranma was grateful that Kodachi, after having cleaned up in the furo,
was now sporting her custom-made black bikini battle dress. Having a
nude woman bathe her would have made this 'simple ritual' as Shampoo
called it seem even more kinky than Ranma was comfortable with. "Are
you sure that water is only lukewarm? I can't stand the heat."
"I'm sure, Ranma. Now hurry up. I'm hungry... for breakfast. We
can't eat until this is over and done with," Kodachi said, deliberately
pausing over the word hungry so that she could bare her teeth to Ranma.
Ranma wearily made her way to the stool beside one of three large tubs
of water. As she understood it, the amazons believe highly of cleansing
the body and starting life anew when they decided to marry and join
their line with another, even if they were three girls and would have no
line to speak of. Hence, the morning battle in the mud. They were
reborn by mother earth and now the cleansing every baby goes through
after being born.
Kodachi was glad that her bikini bottom was black as Ranma moved
tantalizingly slowly towards the stool in front of her. Kodachi tried
to regain some of her motor skills when the girl finally sat down. *I'm
supposed to be the one that is seducing her,* she thought wryly.
Quickly she took the bucket by her side and filled it with some of the
tepid water in the tub. She then grabbed a towel and placed it over her
should, ready to wipe Ranma down.
Ranma inwardly groaned as Kodachi didn't seem to be in a hurry even
though she was the one that complained about lateness. She seemed
intent on surveying the area before willing to make a decision on where
to pour the water. Ranma wonder if the others had as much difficulty
with this simple ritual.
* * * * *
Yuka, on the other side of the room, was not fairing nearly as well as
the gymnast. She was fast running out of water as she poured another
bucket full of water over Akane. "Ah sorry, Akane. I keep missing."
"That's okay, Yuka. I can always get Kasumi to get us more," Akane
said encouragingly. *Poor, Yuka. She isn't used to doing this. Well,
neither am I, really. I'll help her the next time.*
*Akane is counting on me. I have to do this,* Yuka thought to
herself. While, Akane was her best friend, Yuka could not ignore the
fact that her friend was a hottie. She was sure there was an unwritten
rule that stated 'thou shalt not covet thy best friend of the same
gender'. *Come on, I can do it. It's not like she's built like
Shampoo. What's so hard about washing her b-breasts...* Yuka's eyes
bugged out as Akane turned her stool around so she was now fully
accessible.
"Oh, Yuka, are you alright?" Akane asked, concerned at how her friend
was shaking.
"I'm firm... I mean, I'm fine," Yuka said and hastily poured water over
Akane's front and quickly placed the towel over the area. With that
done, she was suddenly aware that she would have to 'wipe' that area.
Her hands locked into place as her joints froze up.
Akane sweatdropped as her friend's hand remained over her breasts with
only a thin and very rough cloth between them. *How long do I wait
until I ask her what's she's doing? Maybe, that's how she dries
herself. Soaks up the water with the towel instead of wiping it off,*
Akane was relieved to have figured it out. It wouldn't look right for
her to punch out her friend on her wedding day.
* * * * *
"Oopsie!" Azusa said again as she left another mark on Shampoo's skin
with her overly hard scrubbing. *Stupid hands! Watch what you're
touching. I know they're cute, but you've got to have some control.*
Shampoo was beginning to lose her patience as she sat under the
ministrations of this klutz. She grumbled to herself as she looked at
the various red marks that clashed against the yellowness of her skin.
*That's the fifth one,* she counted as she looked at the two on her
breasts, one beneath over her ribcage, and two much lower than was
decent. She grimaced as the girl was now heading into territory she
would rather not have a person with those wandering hands wander into.
However, the law was the law, and Shampoo was forced to sit and fume.
"Oh, this is cute?"
"What!" Shampoo screamed, outraged at what, she was not sure of yet.
Whenever Azusa said that, a pinching would invariably follow.
"Marc!" Azusa whipped her head up quickly and muttered the first thing
that came to her. *Nice save.*
Shampoo was relieved when the girl pulled one of her hairpieces off of
her hair and started to play with it. *Saved!* "Azusa can have
hairpiece. While up there, just start washing Shampoo hair. Clean
enough down there. Yes, Shampoo sure."
* * * * *
"Um, Kodachi, everyone's nearly finished," Ranma said, trying to hurry
her friend along.
"Amateurs," Kodachi sniffed as she took one of the scented bottles of
body soap and placed and generous portion on her hand. "Why, at the
mansion, I take at least twice as long every single day. I've already
hurried much more than is appropriate for such an important day."
"You do this at the mansion?" Ranma asked, trying to keep her mind off
of the drug-like effect of those deft fingers. She was slowly getting
addicted to the wonderful feeling they brought her and when they were
removed, she suffered a withdrawal so strong that made her nearly jump
her friend's bones to make her continue. She gasped as the Kodachi's
hands once again played across her body. *Does she know what kind of an
effect this is having on me?* she wondered as the she felt herself
responding to the fingers again.
"Oh, yes. I like to take my time. So many places to clean. Like
here," Kodachi said sliding her slick soap covered hands down over the
flat of Ranma's stomach and stopped. Kodachi moved her hands into a
slow circular motion, and from her friends twisting body she gathered
that it felt very nice. *It seems every where I touch on you is a
pleasure spot, Ranma,* Kodachi admired as she wondered if she dared go
for the next step. It was only a few inches away and that hussy did say
clean everywhere. As she was about to move her hand, another hand
stopped her. She turned and was caught by Ranma's eyes.
"Ranma-sama..."
"Shampoo said, I'm not supposed to help you by cleaning myself," Ranma
said and then let go of Kodachi's hand.
"You mean, I can...?" Kodachi asked softly. When Ranma didn't answer
her, she decided to take that as a yes. Kodachi put one hand on the
girl's knees and pulled, causing Ranma's legs to spread in the process.
Ranma was glad she was sitting on the stool because she knew she would
have not been able to stand as the cold wet fingers met her fiery hot
warmth... It lasted for about a second before she and Kodachi were both
doused with a pail of cold water from above. Ranma looked up guiltily
to find Nabiki standing behind them, the sound of a pail clanging to the
floor was in the background.
"The book said that we are to have our food in a minute. No ritual is
more important than the next. If one overruns the time slotted for it,
we finish what we can and go on to the next," Nabiki read as she held up
the book in front of her.
"Thank-you for letting us know, Nabiki," Ranma said holding Kodachi
back as the gymnast looked ready to throttle the middle Tendo sister.
Shampoo passed a glance to Nabiki and inclined her head in thanks.
Shampoo decided to just pretend that she didn't understand the Japanese
the girl had been spouting so she would technically not be condoning
falsehood in the rituals.
* * * * *
"Gack! Watch where you're going!" Mousse yelled and sidestepped the
waiter. The glasses filled with water harmlessly came falling down off
of the tray to his left.
His breathing returned to normal as the waiter apologized profusely to
him. He suppressed his horror at what nearly happened and tried to
settle down and resume eating his breakfast. *Fool! There's nothing to
be afraid of. She's still you. You're still her,* Mousse admonished
himself.
But afraid, he was. He was highly starting to doubt himself when he
was _her_. He felt so good in that form that he rarely wanted to change
back to a man. To be able to see clearly without those blasted glasses
was not the only, thought logical, reason he preferred his female body
these days. The reason he felt so comfortable as Misu was the same
reason he was so afraid of being her. As Misu he knew he could live
without Shampoo's love.
It was at the same time both a liberating thought as it was a
terrifying one. The love of his life, the one constant, the one thing
that has given his life meaning was no longer that important to him.
Oh, it was true that Misu wanted Shampoo as much as he did, but there
was also the underlying thought that she would not mind turning her
attention to that delectable Ranma or any of those girls that Shampoo
now hung around with. *No, you're doing it again. I despise that
Saotome girl for stealing Shampoo. Idiot, how many times do I have to
tell you? She's you! You did take a good look at her chest during that
fight. No, I did not... it was only a little peek,* Mousse insisted to
himself.
He sighed as the futility of having an argument with himself. Misu was
getting to him again. She made him wonder every time he made a decision
if it was the correct one or not and if she would make a better one. He
had to fight the urge to look for a glass of cold water. *I'm not
wearing a shirt underneath!" he forcibly reminded himself. It was one
of the safety locks he had created for himself in case he ever thought
he might give in to Misu. However, practicality forced him to where at
least suspenders in case he got caught in a sudden rain shower. His
pants had the embarrassing tendency to fall off when he changed form.
As fate would have it, the decision of changing form was taken out of
his hands. "Oops, sorry, Mister. I don't know why I keep tripping over
you."
"It's quite all right, and it's Miss, by the way."
The waiter stared, stunned at the person at the table. He could have
sworn that the customer had been a man, but what man could have such a
throaty, sexy, and feminine voice. It was confirmed to him as the
customer took off those ridiculously large glasses on her face,
revealing an attractive face underneath that luscious dark red hair.
Red? He had been sure it was pink. The again, he had thought the woman
was a black haired man moment ago. What happened next turned the
confirmed atheist into a devout worshiper of the gods.
"I don't know how I could stand living underneath that stuffy robe,"
Misu said, as she three the offending white clothing to the ground.
"Uh, Miss? You do know that you need a shirt to enter this
establishment," the waiter felt that he should say. Though if the girl
ignored him, he would not mind in the least.
"That's okay, I was just leaving anyway," Misu smiled and pulled the
suspenders away from her body before snapping them back into place. She
squealed, delighted as the pain jolted through her body, causing the
male portion of the customers that turned to see what the commotion was
about to have a collective heart attack.
"They were out of alignment," Misu explained to the waiter who was now
foaming at the mouth. "Consider that your tip." *Now, Shampoo, ready
or not, hear I come.*
* * * * *
"Ranma, dip lower. That's better. Now pour. Slowly now," Nabiki
instructed. Her fianc�e followed her rules to a tee and she was treated
to nice view of some cleavage as her tea was poured.
"You sure, I'm supposed to do whatever you say?" Ranma asked
uncertainly. When she tried to right herself up, Nabiki held out a
finger and wagged it indicating that she was not yet done.
"Just ask Shampoo," Nabiki gloated.
"Yes, teach amazon humility. Feed guests, they feed bride, if happy,"
Shampoo said through gritted teach as she once again poured tea into
Kodachi's cup. *If Crazy Girl splashes me one more time with the tea,
I'm going to kill her. The tea is perfect."
Kodachi seemed to know how far she could step and drank the tea that
Shampoo provided. She took a bowl of miso soup and handed it to
Shampoo. *Let Nabiki have her fun. I'll get mine when dinner comes
around. In the meantime, time to show that I don't take her marrying
Ranma, as much as a sham as that is, lightly.* "No, no, don't use your
hands. She still have to peel my apple."
Shampoo almost stood up and didn't' care about the circumstances, but
the sounds of Akane and Ranma beside her made her stop. *I'll do
anything to marry them,* she promised herself.
"Kasumi! This isn't supposed to be how it works," Akane said as her
sister forced her to sit down and eat.
"I'm sure nobody minds, Akane. You're supposed to do as I tell you.
Now, I'm going to help you feed Azusa and Yuka now, okay?" Kasumi asked
with a smile.
"Whatever," Akane said grumpily as she dug into her rice, while her
sister poured some more tea and made her breakfast even more
comfortable.
"Now eat, Ranma," Nabiki said. "What are you waiting for."
Ranma sighed and bent down to pick up the roll that Nabiki had placed
inside her bikini top. "You heard what Kodachi said. No slacking.
Peel an apple for me and use your mouth to get that bread roll."
Ranma found that Nabiki had been very liberal with the amount of
perfume she had applied. It made Ranma's head swim as the aroma of the
still warm roll mixed agreeably with the scent her fianc�e emitted. As
she neared the roll, she could see the body shifting slightly so that
the roll fell deeper into the bikini. Bravely, she lowered her head
even more. The best that she could come up with at the time probably
wasn't the smartest thing to do, Ranma would think in hindsight later in
the future.
"Ranma!"
Ranma raised her head and found a group of unhappy onlookers glaring at
her. She was about to ask what when she remember she had Nabiki's
bikini in her mouth. She whipped her hand up, grabbed it, and quickly
handed it to the girl before trying her best to look like nothing was
the matter. She didn't pull it off very well. Before she could explain
to her irate soon to be wife and the others, she was not so fortunately
saved by another voice calling out her name.
* * * * *
"Saotome Ranma. I challenge you for the right to marry Shampoo!"
"What?" Ranma asked, looking out doors that led the koi pond. The sun
shone brightly obscuring the figure that stood directly in front of it.
The woman walked up towards them and Ranma was able to see a striking
woman dressed in an overly larger sized pair of pants held up by a pair
of suspenders, and nothing else.
"Put your eyes back in your head, Ranma," Nabiki said, annoyed at yet
another blown moment. With her top back on her, she took out her book
of the laws and found what she was looking for. "Apparently as long as
Shampoo isn't married, her hand can be challenged."
"I can't turn..." Ranma looked over at Shampoo, trying to explain what
she was about to do once again. She turned back to the woman with dark
red hair. "Look, I'm not going to put Shampoo up like a house for sale
to the highest bidder. She marries who she wants, but if it's a fight
you want, I'll do it."
"Oh, you have no choice in the matter, isn't that right, Shampoo? If
another proves to be more worthy, he or she can knock off the claim of
another forever."
"Only Elder can make that decision!" Shampoo replied hotly, wondering
who this woman was that knew of their laws.
"Cologne?" the woman asked, looking at the ground below the group.
"Ack, when did you get here, Old Ghoul?" Ranma asked.
"I've always been here. And Mu Si, yes I do approve of this
challenge. I still have my doubts about this young girl. I'm not sure
she is enough a _real_ woman to take the mantel as my heir's wife."
"Mousse?" the group gathered gasped. Kodachi blinked. *This is the
same man that appeared a week ago? It can't be... but none of the
others are surprised except for Azusa and Yuka.* She gave Ranma a
suspicious glance and noticed her friend pointedly not looking in her
direction.
"Please, call me Mi Su," Misu said and bowed to the group. "One week
from today will the date of our battle."
"Wait a second, I can take you on right now," Ranma yelled stepping out
into the yard.
"Heh, little girl, you don't have what it takes to beat me yet," Misu
laughed out loud. "And besides, I kind of like you and I want to give
you something of a chance."
"Little girl! Ha! The last time, I beat you fair and square. C'mon,
let's go!"
Misu smirked. Why not? She could show the girl a thing or two of the
new improved Mousse. As the girl charged her, she brought out a lasso
of strong cable wire, one of a few weapons she decided to keep out of
the large arsenal her counterpart carried.
Ranma's instincts warned her of the oncoming attack even before she saw
it. She was caught off guard as she noticed the weapon that struck the
ground was a long length of cable wire. Mousse had gotten stronger. To
be able to stick something so malleable as a wire into the hard ground
is not easy.
Misu took advantage of the girl's distraction and whipped the other end
of the wire over one of the girl's outstretched arms. She then brought
out her newest favorite weapon, her whip, out to play with. "Get ready
for my next technique! Sekushina Koneko Asobi!"
Ranma screamed as a whip appeared out of nowhere and her body was
lashed a hundred times in a span of mere seconds. She legs gave out and
she limped to the ground. Before her head could follow where her body
had landed, an arm shot out and took hold of her chin.
"Something to remember me by," Misu said and planted a small kiss on
the girl's lips.
*Mousse... she's definitely a girl,* Ranma thought as she sank into
oblivion. The cries of her friends barely reached her ears.
* * * * *
to be continued... (maybe)
Author's Note: My thanks to Lara for the Japanese words I used. She
may have forgotten as I didn't realize it would take me this long to use
them. They roughly translated to "Sexy Kitten Playing" ^_^ I think.
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