[FFML] [Ranma][Lemon]Choose your own adventure 8 (Teaser)

***** YOU GET TO CHOOSE!!! YOU HAVE THE POWER!!! ****

Here is the next installment of Choose Your Own Adventure!

Basically, you tell me what should happen next. I either pick one that's the best or combine various responses with my own ideas and write the next chapter. This way, you get to have a say in writing the story without having to go through the effort of actually writing!

Special thanks to people like Matt a.k.a. Bastet's Chosen, Janet, getzeye Dragon, and the many other people who have contributed to this story.

Just a reminder that if you don't see any of your suggestions so far, just be patient. The story's not over yet.

Also, this is probably going to be an on again off again project. Enjoy it while it lasts. Hey, maybe I should make this a Limited Edition! ^_^

LEMON WARNING! DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU!!!

Shampoo leapt from rooftop to rooftop, the night air rushing
through her sweat-streaked hair. Her soft silk clothing sported dark
patches under her arms, at her breasts and between her legs. Her arms
were darkened by sweat she wiped off her face as she ran. In the
distance, she could see dark clouds racing towards Nerima. The cool
showers would be a blessed release after the month long heat wave that
gripped Tokyo.
But not all her sweat was caused by the humid night. Images of
Ranma and Nabiki writhing together, bodies pressed in delightful
ecstasy, flowed through her head. Their moans of delight raced around
her ears, torturing her. She landed on the roof on the Nekohanten, eyes
closed, trying to banish the visions, the sounds, the smells that
assailed her. She tried to ignore the burning of her own body, the ache
between her legs.
Tearing off her shirt, she exposed her slick torso to the night
air. The first cooling breeze washed over her and she shuddered. Not
because of its tender caress, but because of the places the wind could
not touch. The first droplets of rain struck her, and with a squeak of
alarm, she dashed inside before there was enough water to trigger her
change.
Her body still yearned for attention, and she complied, taking
her breasts in her hands and caressing the soft flesh. The pleasure
that washed through her settled between her legs, and she felt a small
trickle of hot fluid run down her leg. The smell of her arousal filled
the air around her, and a soft moan escaped her lips. Unable to resist
her need, Shampoo set out to relieve herself.

<Mu Tzu! Wake up! I need you!>
Mousse groaned. What now? he thought. He felt something shake
his shoulder and a soft female voice drifted through to his barely
conscious mind.
<Mu Tzu! Wake up! I need you!> Mousse lay on his back for a
moment longer until his brain managed to connect the voice to its owner
"Shampoo!" Sitting up abruptly, he came face to face with his
love, Shampoo. She was straddling his thighs and they faced each other,
only a few inches apart. Mousse blinked in surprise at their proximity.
"Shampoo! What's wrong?"
"Shampoo need you," she replied. Her face was filled with
hunger. Her eyes practically glowed with it. Mousse, still a bit dazed
by his sudden awakening, did not recognize it.
"Shampoo, what are you talking about?" Leaning forward, Shampoo
kissed him hungrily. His eyes bulged out, but his lips had a life of
their own and began to respond. She clung to him, her bare breasts
pressing against his muscled chest, her breaths coming in gasps.
Wrapping her legs around his torso, she could feel his manhood, erect
and hard, pressing against her. For several long moments they kissed,
enfolded in each other's arms.
Eventually they separated, and Mousse stared at his love in
amazement and wonder. He whispered her name, but she just smiled gently
and put a delicate finger on his lips. Taking his head in her hands,
she pulled him down to her chest where he began to suck on the soft
flesh, pulling a piece in and flicking it with his mouth, then releasing
it. Shampoo moaned at the sensations, and knew she would have a
collection of bruises around her breasts tomorrow, but did not care.
With a savagery that surprised her, Mousse sucked in one of her
dark nipples, causing her to hiss as a shock of pleasure shot through
her chest and rippled down her body. His tongue rolled the nipple
around in his mouth, and Shampoo cried out. She leaned down and kissed
his hair, smelling his musky sent. He moved to her other breast and
repeated his prior treatment, sending tremors or desire through her.
Pulling him back up, she covered his mouth with hers, forcing
her tongue past his lips where his eagerly joined with hers. Gasping
for breath, Shampoo pushed Mousse back until he lay flat on his back,
looking up at her glorious torso. His eyes were bright and filled with
lust. They both shivered at a cold breeze that came from the open
window, and the pattering of rain filled their ears. A deep rumble of
thunder sounded from outside.
Shampoo ran her fingers down his muscled chest, which was now
riddled with goose bumps, her fingernails making hot red lines in his
skin. Mousse groan as her hands approached his waist, and she could see
something twitching beneath his shorts. Reaching his waist she took his
shorts and pulled them over his hips and down to his knees. His manhood
sprang free, and Mousse's eyes widened in surprise. Grinning, Shampoo
took hold of her own pants and took them off, revealing a black patch of
hair between her legs (she still couldn't believe that people thought
her natural hair color was purple). Mousse gulped and stared at the
dark patch, which glistened in the dim light. Sliding up, Shampoo
pressed her sex against his, and she could feel his heat, his pulse
through his member. Reaching down, she guided him into her.
Their mutual cries of passion where drowned out by a roar of
thunder that shook the building. Moving with desperate need, their
gasps and moans filled the air and they pounded against one another,
flesh meeting flesh in a wonderful union. The storm swirled around
them, its thunder crashing even as they crashed together. They came
simultaneously, their young bodies shuddering in ecstasy.
Eventually, Shampoo stood and stumbled over to the open window
and watched the rain wash away the last of the summer heat. She heard
Mousse stand and come up behind her. Enfolding her in his arms, he
kissed her hair, her ear, nibbling on the lobe. "My darling Shampoo,"
he whispered even as his mouth traveled lower to her neck. The Amazon
woman sighed, imagining Ranma in Mousse's place.
A sudden blast of wind caused them both to shudder. Turning
around, Shampoo grinned mischievously at Mousse. "Night is no over
yet," she said in a sultry whisper. "Shampoo have surprise for you."
Mousse grinned. "Really? Another surprise? What is it?"
Shampoo snorted. "Stupid Mousse. Is surprise. I go get. You
wait here." Without even bothering to get dressed, Shampoo skipped to
the door. Turning for a moment, she said. "You no peek, okay?" Then
she was gone.

Mousse smiled and turned back to his vigil of the night. Why
had she done this? She was so committed to Ranma, and yet now she came
to him. Was the rumor true? Was Ranma sleeping with Nabiki? Then
maybe, against all hope, Shampoo had finally seen the light and given up
on that uncultured barbarian. Mousse chuckled. It looked like the best
man one.
Hearing the light pitter-patter of Shampoo's footsteps coming
into the room, Mousse resisted the urge to turn around and gaze at his
naked love. She stepped up behind him and he patiently waited for his
surprise.

Within five seconds, it was over. Mousse was a heap on the
floor, his long dark hair splayed around him like a halo. Shampoo
snorted in contempt and tossed a bottle onto her pile of clothes.
"Stupid Mousse. You no actually think I let you remember this? Or time
before that, or time before that..." Her voice trailed off as she
stared at his naked form. If he wasn't such a moron, then maybe...
Shaking her head angrily, she picked up the unconscious martial artist
and put him to bed. Picking up her pile of clothes, she left, her lust
satiated.

End